Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

Qing Ning was breathless from being kissed, but she could only stare at Zhuo An with a pair of dark eyes.

Zhuo An felt a little helpless by his eyes, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and left his lips.

"Aning, close your eyes."

Qingning, who was so dizzy from the kiss, didn't recognize his words at all. She just listened to what he said and closed her eyes obediently, without even the slightest thought of resistance.

Seeing how obedient he was, Zhuo'an kissed his lips even more lovingly.

His Aning is always the best.

It can make him hold it in his heart, hurt it, and pamper it.

There was a dull pain in his wrist. Zhuo'an didn't even frown. He even had time to scratch the tip of Qingning's nose and coaxed him with a warm voice: "My Aning, it's time to come back to your senses."

Qing Ning's consciousness had not yet fully recovered. He stared blankly at Zhuo An's face and opened his mouth. He didn't even know how to lose the ability to speak.

Zhuo An also waited patiently for him to come to his senses, holding his fingertips and playing with them little by little.

Qingning took a long time to come back to his senses, shook his head and stared at Zhuo'an, humming like a kitten: "Lord God..."

Zhuo'an didn't give him too much time to speak. He grabbed Qingning's hand, like a gangster who deceives a good child, and pulled him back to the amusement park where he stayed before.

"My Aning, do you want to try the haunted house?" He looked at Qingning with a smile, and his words were coaxing: "I want to see if my Aning is brave, is that okay?"

Qingning squeezed his hand tightly and looked up at him: "Lord God, you know that I have never been afraid of these things."

"The only thing I fear is your leaving."

Zhuo'an noticed that the color of his deep eyes was gradually fading, and smiled and rubbed his head: "Of course I know that my Aning is the boldest, but I want to play this game with Aning!"

He coaxed Qingning like a baby and pointed to the door of the haunted house: "My Aning, can you promise me this once?"

A strong sense of uneasiness suddenly emerged in her heart. Qingning squeezed his hand harder, but ultimately refused to let him down: "Lord God, how do you want to play?"

"This haunted house has two entrances. Aning and I will enter from these two entrances respectively. Can we meet in the direction of the end, okay?"

Probably because he received a positive answer from Qing Ning, the smile between his brows and eyes couldn't help but deepen.

"Should I... separate from the Lord God?" Qing Ning held his hand and looked at him like an uneasy cub: "Can I not separate?"

There was the pain of broken bones and the pain of stretched tendons in his ankles.

Zhuo'an's face showed no trace of emotion. He squeezed Qingning's hand soothingly and coaxed him in a gentle voice: "My Aning, be good."

"This is just a brief separation..."

We will meet soon.

The second half of the sentence was forced into his throat because of the pain in his lungs, and he could only look at him with a gentle smile on his face.

The uneasiness in her heart gradually increased, Qing Ning squeezed his hand tightly, eager to ask him for confirmation: "We will meet soon, right?"

His lungs seemed to be pierced by some invisible sharp weapon, and there was a sharp pain.

Zhuo'an couldn't open his mouth to respond to his words, he could only nodded slightly to express his affirmation.

Perhaps it was Zhuo'an's affirmative answer that made him relax. He reluctantly let go of Zhuo'an's hand and looked at him with wet eyes: "Lord God, then I will wait for you at the finish line. "

"You must come to me!"

Zhuo'an still didn't speak, he just nodded with a gentle smile and silently agreed to all his words.

The moment Qingning turned around, Zhuo'an's fingers were twisted into strange arcs by inexplicable power, and dense bleeding spots could be clearly seen on the white skin.

Fortunately, the sleeves were wide enough and did not reduce him to an excessively embarrassing situation.

He dragged his broken body and walked towards the dark haunted house little by little.

He doesn't have much time left...

He has done everything he can, and there is only one last step left.

As long as he transfers all of Aning's sins to himself, the world will favor his Aning...

His Aning will be able to live in peace every day just like the surname he gave her.

Thinking of this, a smile couldn't help but appear on Zhuo'an's face, but his body was torn and dragged by inexplicable force as he moved again and again.

His body was torn apart and twisted by inexplicable forces time and time again. Scarlet blood seeped out from between the bones, leaving large areas of cyanotic purple blood under the skin.

His lungs must have been punctured, his breathing had become difficult, and his consciousness began to become blurred.

The white squirrel statue hidden in the chest fell out, hit the ground and turned into a pure white squirrel.

Looking at Zhuo An's embarrassed appearance, he couldn't help but sigh heavily: "Judge, you clearly know how deep his obsession with you is, but you insist on using this cruel method to make him Inherit your position.”

"Aren't you afraid that he will go crazy after knowing all the truth?"

Zhuo'an's vision was a little blurry. He opened his mouth to respond to Xiaobai's words, but he inevitably vomited out the blood that was pressed in his throat, staining his front red.

"Xiao Bai, rather than letting my Aning endure the punishment of having his soul torn apart again and again, I hope he can be loved by the whole world."

He raised his hand and wiped the blood from his lips, with the same gentleness on his face as always: "My Aning will always deserve to be treated tenderly by the world."

"You personally judged his sins, but you suffered it on his behalf. You transferred his punishment to yourself and gave him the position of judge. You took the punishment for your evil thoughts and voluntarily were torn apart by the consciousness of the world. Soul, just to let him be loved by the world."

Xiaobai recounted the things he had done one by one, staring at him with big round eyes: "Former Judge, you are sacrificing yourself to let the world love him."

Zhuo'an didn't comment, but said to Xiaobai in a gentle voice: "I'll trouble you from now on..."

"The trouble is, when letting Aning take over the position of judge, wash away all his memories of me..."

This body that bears the guilt is too fragile. The internal organs have been crushed due to the rejection of world consciousness, and the blood is connected piece by piece in the body.

The closed door in the haunted house was suddenly violently kicked open, and Zhuo An's embarrassed appearance was inevitably exposed in front of that person.

He looked at Zhuo'an with red eyes and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Lord God, do you want to choose to erase my memory again?"

"So...how long do you plan to abandon me this time?"