The hero always suspects me of cheating [Transmigration Book]

Xing Yang was still a little dazed when he changed his shoes for work.

Xing Xing didn't finish the form last night, so he pestered Xing Yang and snatched a small space on his bed. As a result, he was dishonest in the middle of the night, and refused to curl up in that pitiful corner when he fell asleep. With Rob, Fei kicked his brother under the bed.

Xing Yang was not awakened by his kick, he was dreaming on the floor, thinking that the person he was hugging was Qi Guanshui.

——Qi Guanshui is much better than Xing Xing, but the two come from opposite directions. The former is like a cat that has not been weaned, sticky and insists on sticking to Xing Yang.

Xing Xing was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of big underpants, showing his strong upper body. He didn't hear the sound of the door opening halfway through the cleaning. He raised his voice, "Brother? Why don't you leave?"

This sound knocked out all of Xing Yang's thoughts.He changed his shoes, answered and walked out.

Live as you want.It didn't take long to come back, and the world in Shenxu was not so real.He puts the behaviors of a "normal person" in front of his eyes, but occasionally he will inadvertently make a few gestures of pressing the sword. , and won't say much.

It was Xing Yang himself who couldn't help covering up in the end without embarrassment.

He sat at the table, holding a glass of water in a daze.He had been gone for so long, and the heart-wrenching memories emerged together at the moment when Xing Xing disappeared from his eyes, dark and dark, afraid that they would not be able to overwhelm him.

It's not that I don't care.People are alive, he has touched and experienced them, the twins grew up to be handsome young men, and at that time he really put them on the top of his heart and doted on them.

There is Xing Xing involving him here, and there are traces that cannot be wiped out there.However, he could only choose one side, his heart was turned upside down and anxious, and he still had to make a decision in the end.

When the water was just poured into the cup, I didn't feel anything, but after a while, it penetrated through the insulation layer of the porcelain cup, spreading hot to the outside, which made Xing Yang's fingertips a little red.

"Hey, Xing Yang?" The young man opposite called him.

Xing Yang raised his eyes and said, "What's wrong?"

"What to eat for lunch?"

"……I also can."

His temples were twitching, and he couldn't concentrate all day long. The people and things in the God Ruins appeared in front of his eyes one after another.

Xing Yang still didn't get out completely, he lay on the table, unable to suppress his thoughts.

He was wearing clothes, and when he went, he brought all the clothes with him, but when he came back, he returned to before liberation, not only his long hair was shaved into short stubble, but even his spiritual power was gone, and he took the clothes after Bing Tilian None of them were there, but there was a faint fishy smell.

He carried Xing Xing behind his back and smelled it for a long time before he could smell a bit of blood from the almost dissipated smell.

When he wanted to understand this, his heart shook, and his first reaction was Qi Guanlan.

Life and death, living bones.

At that time, he walked gracefully, all he thought was that everything would pass, but he didn't think about the long distance between these two points.Or it's not that I don't know, but that I dare not think about it.

He tried his best to be kind to the twins at the beginning, out of guilt, out of pity, out of love, not necessarily out of compensation.

His mind wandered all day, and it was only when he was about to leave work that he realized that he hadn't done much work.The young man on the opposite side looked at him with his chin resting, and pointed to the documents on the table without saying a word.

Xing Yang flipped through it, with a little apology on his face, "Thank you for your hard work."

The young man waved his hand indifferently, grabbed his bag and walked out, "No thanks, no thanks."

The door was closed with a click, and Xing Yang held a thick stack of documents in his hand, and sat there for a while. After all the people in the office had left, he sighed and stood up.

A few days later, when Xing Yang came home, he felt something was wrong as soon as he entered the door.

A pile of clothes lay sprawled on the floor, scattered all over. The bottom layer was a thick sweater and down jacket, with jeans and a long T sandwiched like cheese in the middle. The top layer was the clothes Xing Xing often wears in summer. All seasons of the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter are complete.

Xing Yang bypassed the pile of clothes, raised his foot and kicked the boneless young man paralyzed on the clothes, "Get up, what are you looking for?"

Xing Xing paused, then raised his eyelids to look at him.

"Brother, have you seen my notebook? It's the one we bought together."

Xing Yang poured a glass of water, turned on the TV casually, and said casually, "Isn't that on my desk?"

"No. That's what you used to keep accounts." Xing Xing got up and stepped on the floor with his bare feet, like a kindergarten child who couldn't find a toy, and said awkwardly: "If you can't find it, forget it, and I didn't record it anyway. How many things."

"What are you looking for?"

"..."

Xing Yang sat on the sofa and looked back at him, "Huh?"

Xing Xing struggled for a while, and said fiercely: "Conscience has been discovered! Ready to fill the hole!"

Xing Yang stretched out his hand, and squeezed the back of his head hard, Xing Xing whispered: "If you squeeze again, you will be bald."

"If you're bald, I'll accompany you to get your hair done." Xing Yang said with a smile, "I just happened to accompany you out for a walk, don't stay at home all the time, I don't feel too bored."

In the middle of his speech, Xing Xing flirted with his hands, put his chin in the crescent of his neck, and picked up his hair randomly. "Here, brother, if you want me to go out for a walk...it's not impossible." The young man said slyly: "There is a new store downstairs, let's go have dinner tonight."

Xing Yang looked down and saw the hair spinning on the back of his head, smiled silently, and patted Xing Xing's head twice like a watermelon, "OK, I'll go down after taking a shower..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Xing Xing half hugged him, and only he could see his hands.

The calluses on those hands are still there, they are real, flesh and blood, with slender fingers, but at that moment just now, they suddenly disappeared and then suddenly appeared again.

It's too fast to be caught off guard.

Xing Yang's mind was blank, and his chest was in sharp pain. He pushed Xing Xing, his voice distorted as if he was screaming, "Let go...I'll go out for a while."

Xing Xing looked at him in surprise, "Brother?"

Xing Yang struggled to stand up, his feet didn't touch the ground, his legs were weak, but he insisted on walking out——

In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that I was dazzled at that short moment just now.It's just that Xing Yang has such a premonition somewhere.

He regretted it.

He was too impulsive. When he came back from the God Ruins, he subdued Bing Tilian so impulsively, without any room for turning around, and he didn't even consider... how they felt when they saw his dead body.

He has already done it once, and he can't make a second mistake.

There was cold sweat all over his forehead, Xing Xing looked terrified, and stretched out his hand to grab him, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Xing Yang didn't even dare to look at him, and waved him away.Xing Xing naturally refused to let him go, and there was a little anger in his brows and eyes, and the other hand firmly grasped Xing Yang's arm.Xing Yang closed his eyes cruelly, and said the last sentence: "...don't come here."

Xing Xing paused and let go.

His eyes were dazzled, and he watched Xing Yang rush out as if fleeing for his life.

His fingertips still had the temperature of his brother's body, and he couldn't touch anyone in a blink of an eye, but his ears were full, filled with Xing Yang's almost panic-stricken growl.

Xing Yang said, don't come here.

Once again, after 12 years, in such a cruel way, it appeared in his ears.

Xing Xing seemed to be nailed to the floor, he watched Xing Yang rush out, the corners of his eyes were sore, his joints were as stiff as mud, and something would fall down every step he took.He was in a lot of pain, but he went over and opened the door, "Brother, don't be like this, let's talk if you have something to say..."

Stopped abruptly.

It was empty outside the door, and there was no one there.

Xing Xing still kept opening the door, he looked around blankly, and shouted, "Brother..."

The moment he stepped out of the door, Xing Yang suddenly stepped on the air, and his whole body seemed to be thrown from a high altitude. The strong weightlessness squeezed his chest. After a while, his stomach throbbed, and then he fell into the water with a plop .

Xing Yang choked several times, barely poking his head out of the water.He didn't feel something was right until he breathed in the air, his mouth was full, and there was a smell of iron——

The huge cave is empty and lonely, with four long pillars occupying the four corners, and the pillars are engraved with Dao marks, densely packed, line by line, flowing clouds and flowing water, all of which are hand-carved; in the middle is a huge square pool, built with white jade, with white Surrounded by fog and surrounded by huge curtains, the water surface is a shocking red.

Xing Yang stood in the square white jade pool, his clothes were all soaked in the pool...

bloody water.

There is a man standing by the pool.Xing Yang looked over in a dull manner.

Is a youth.He stands on the shore with nothing in his hand,

The indifference of those who don't know how to fight, who don't know what to seek, is as clean as bone china, and the drooping eyebrows slide to the temples, showing exquisiteness in every detail.He fixed his eyes on Xing Yang, with an almost crazy look at the end of his eyes. He took a step forward, opened his mouth in disbelief, but said nothing.

...Is it him?

The young man raised his hand tremblingly, sketching the outline of the man out of thin air, wanting to go over but not daring, for fear that he would disperse like a soft dream, and when he opened his eyes, there would be only this man left. A pool of blood.

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…So let’s leave a message if you have any lightning points. Now the general direction has been determined and can’t be changed, but I try to avoid the small lightning points that can be avoided.It's unavoidable... just ignore it.The stupid author has a low IQ, so that's all he can think of. I can't see many problems. I get confused when I write. Thank you for your hard work (hug

In terms of relationship problems...Xing Xing is a very important supporting role, from the beginning to the end, I don't want to rush over with a few strokes.

Now let me clear the mine for you, the ending is [He that is not very HAPPY], not [He that is not very H], and recently started to crack down_(:з)∠)_