Peak Life [Quick Transmigration]

That night, Wu Ming followed Case and prepared to escape. Case seemed to have bribed a prison guard. Someone opened the door for them in the middle of the night, and then walked outside on a particularly remote path. When a vehicle delivering supplies came, they would hide in the vehicle and be transported out. Everything was arranged properly, making Wu Ming mistakenly think that Case had long wanted to escape.

They hid in the trunk of the big car, Wu Ming looked at Case, the surroundings were very dark, but for Wu Ming, darkness often represented a sense of security, and he preferred a dark environment.

Wu Ming originally wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent.

There is nothing to say, no matter whether Case believes him or not, as long as he has the value of being used, three months is actually not difficult to pass.

They were sent to a hut. There was an off-road vehicle hidden behind the hut, and there was food on it. Wu Ming's eyes began to darken. Perhaps, Case didn't escape because of him, it should have been a long time ago He planned to escape and happened to take him with him.

Wu Ming sat in the car, they drove for a long time, until Wu Ming's face became pale again, Keith didn't stop, he seemed to care about Wu Ming, and he didn't seem to care about Wu Ming at all, whether he cared or didn't care, Wu Ming didn't care. It doesn't matter.

They drove into the city and found a hotel. The exhaustion of the whole day caused Wu Ming to collapse. As soon as he entered the room, he couldn't help going to the bathroom to vomit. Unfortunately, he only vomited acid water. He also vomited today. Nothing to eat.

Case was still smoking, standing in front of the window, as if he had something on his mind.

Seeing Wu Ming come out, he exhaled a puff of smoke ring, "You don't have anything to ask."

Wu Ming shook his head, "It's not good to know too much."

"Oh." Case sneered.

They quietly walked out of the prison without causing any waves. The prison is still the same prison, and all the crimes inside are still going on. Without him or without them, there is no difference.

Wu Ming began to search for information about Luo Dang on the Internet.

Luo Dang is of mixed race. As the world's largest arms dealer, no matter who sees him, he has to be respectful. It's just that he has had some conflicts with a mafia godfather recently.

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and began to inquire about Luo Dang's son. Luo Dang had a son, but this son's reputation was very bad. He did almost all the bad things he could do, but no one dared to treat him because he had a father. The strikes became more and more lawless, but the son's ability completely inherited his father's, and several business deals were vicious and vicious, which actually won some attention.

After reading these materials, Wu Ming fell into deep thought. There is not much information about Luo Dang and Luo Dang's son on the Internet. If it is distributed, it must be with Luo Dang's permission.

Wu Ming searched for a long time before he found a photo of their father and son. It was very blurry, and it was taken far away, and it was a candid shot. They didn’t look alike. Luo Dang’s son was named Luo Ying, and he was very handsome. Of course, he was old. Luo Dang's appearance is not bad either, time has left only maturity on him.

Wu Ming withdrew his gaze, thought silently, and then laughed at himself.

He probably knew that the fate of this world was arranged, and he had no resentment in his heart, after all, this was not his life, he only had a little pity for the original body, other than that, he couldn't produce any emotions.

"Where are you going?" Wu Ming looked at Case.

Case looked down at the flickering smoke, "Don't you want to go back?"

"But I can't go back."

Case still didn't move. He seemed to have known this for a long time. From the beginning, he seemed to be an outsider, watching all this like a joke.

"Then what do you want?"

"Follow you."

Case raised his head and looked at Wu Ming. He had a playful tone for the first time, "Why do you follow me?"

Wu Ming thought about it, and felt that what Keith said made sense. He is a burden wherever he goes now. He might disappear in front of Luo Dangluoying, but now he has nothing and his body is terrible. Being a beggar may not even survive.

"Yes, I am not qualified to follow anyone. I have nothing to repay you, and you don't seem to lack anything."

Case put out the cigarette, "I'll send you to Luo Dang, whether you live or not depends on your luck."

Wu Ming looked at Case, frowned slightly, and smiled wryly, "If you really think I'm a burden, just leave me tomorrow, and I will take care of myself."

If it is sent to Luo Dang, Wu Ming can almost guess his own ending. See, this world is so unfair.

Case's eyes flickered, he stared at Wu Ming and said slowly, "Then I can understand, you have been lying to me from the beginning."

Wu Ming's eyes were very clear, and he said clearly word by word, "I didn't lie to you."

"Aren't you Luo Dang's son? Could he kill you?"

"He will." Wu Ming looked at Case seriously, "When you find that you can't fight against fate, the only thing you can do is stay away from him except curse."

"Oh." Case seemed to sneer.

He walked towards Wu Ming and looked at Wu Ming condescendingly, "I will send you to Luo Dang. If you die, I believe you. If you don't die, I don't believe it."

Like a child playing a prank, Wu Ming turned his head slightly to avoid Case's scrutinizing eyes.

If he really wants to be sent to Luo Dang, then there are more things to do. First of all, he cannot recognize his son Luo Dang. Once he accepts it, he will die. Put him down, or a reason to let him go.

Of course, Wu Ming didn't think there was anything wrong with Case, at least in prison he was not alive until now thanks to Case. In other words, his life was mostly given by Case. Good man, take this life back, Wu Ming has nothing to say.

After all, for a person who is about to die, it would be meaningless to care too much about it.

Of course, it would be even better if Case could not send him to Luodang, but Case never took back what he said. He was packed into a box and sent directly to Luodang's home.

While guessing Case's identity, Wu Ming also began to worry about his own life.

If this is his fate, he doesn't believe it.

Luo Dang was a man in his forties. Wu Ming didn't have any impression of Luo Dang, but he probably knew that he was a scary man, so when the box was opened, Wu Ming didn't dare to look at Luo Dang.

"I remember you." Luo Dang said.

Wu Ming is now in the back garden. Luo Dang is sitting in the pavilion reading a book. He has always been serious and dignified when he looks at people. There are deep grooves between his brows, serious and indifferent. , This is Wu Ming's first feeling when he looks at Luo Dang.

"I remember you too, Mr. Luo Dang." Wu Ming came out of the box in embarrassment, and then bent at ninety degrees to Luo Dang.

"The person pretending to be my son, maybe you should explain your purpose now." Luo Dang's gaze didn't fall on Wu Ming, maybe Wu Ming was too small for him, so small that he could almost push him down without paying attention. kill him.

"First of all, I'm very sorry for my stupid behavior before." Wu Ming watched Luo Ying approaching from the corner of his eyes, his pale face was devoid of blood, "I shouldn't listen to slander to slander the identity of the eldest son. Absolutely not your son, Mr. Luo Dang, your son has only been one since the beginning, and that is Young Master Luo Ying."

"Heh." Luo Ying laughed, passed Wu Ming and came to Luo Dang, nodded slightly, "Father, I'm going out for a while."

"When will you come back?" Luo Dang looked at Luo Ying. When he looked at Luo Ying, there was Luo Ying's shadow in his eyes, but when he looked at Wu Ming, there was no one in his eyes.

"Three or four days."

Luo Dang frowned, and said after a while, "Go."

Luo Ying smiled, glanced at Wu Ming with a half-smile, and went out.

Wu Ming stood beside him like a transparent person. If he hadn't had the energy to take care of these a few days ago, but now he suddenly wanted to live, and he had to do it if he wanted to live.

"Seeing that Mr. Luo Dang and Master Luo Ying have such a good relationship, I really regret my previous mistakes. I heard other people's slander to frame Master Luo Ying. Whenever I think about it, I feel very guilty, so I always hope I can get your forgiveness, Mr. Luo Dang." When Wu Ming said this, his waist was bent at a standard ninety degrees, which made his face even more sickly, and even his head was dizzy.

But you can’t get dizzy, even if your self-esteem is stepped into the soil by others, you can’t get dizzy, even if you are talking nonsense in a serious manner, you can’t be dizzy, even if you are really Luo Dang’s son, you can’t be dizzy and you must not be dizzy at the same time admit.

"Then." Luo Dang didn't even look at Wu Ming, and continued to look down at the book.

"If Mr. Luo Dang can forgive my ignorance and stupidity, I am very grateful, and I am willing to go back to my hometown to atone for my sins." At least returning to a remote mountain village can guarantee that I can still live, and there are still more than two months left. It's over.

Luo Dang turned a page of the book without expression, "There are many ways to atone for sin, and you chose the most preferred one."

"What does Mr. Luo Dang mean?" Wu Ming's face has turned pale at this moment, his lips are pale, his body is indeed too weak, and he said that this conversation has spent all his energy, he is really afraid that when he I couldn't hold on anymore.

Luo Dang raised his finger to the side, and someone immediately handed over a gun, "Six shots, only one shot is empty, hit yourself, keep the empty one, and everything will end if you hit it."

Wu Ming was suddenly glad that his face was always pale.

He took the gun, turned around, tilted his head slightly, and said in a very sincere tone, "If Mr. Luodang can forgive me, I will pray for Mr. Luodang in heaven."

"bump--"

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Wu Ming's forehead. He was not dead, and the shot he hit had no bullets.

As if laughing at himself, Wu Ming looked at Luo Dang with the same expression as before, "I'm sorry for the stupid things before, and I hope Mr. Luo Dang can forgive me."

Luo Dang still didn't look at Wu Ming, but just turned another page of the book, "Take it down."

Wu Ming's expression froze for a moment, and then he pulled out a weak smile.

Just so inexplicably, he stayed here in Luodang, just as a servant, as a servant.

No one in the Luo family thought highly of him, some people didn't bother to give him a look, and some people thought that Wu Ming, who dared to frame others, deserved to die.

Because of this, Wu Ming is unexpectedly doing well. His daily work is very leisurely, just pruning the flowers in the back garden. Mr. Luo Dang planted a large area of ​​roses in the back garden a few years ago, which is very important. Although it has been taken care of by special people all the time, if it is Wu Ming, it is okay to go inside and cut some leaves or tidy up.

Wu Ming is also very knowledgeable. He never goes to crowded places, eats first or last, and refuses to talk to others. If someone strikes up a conversation and pretends to be dumb, he can’t pretend to be a fool. up.

Although he has always been disliked by those servants.

However, the only thing that made Wu Ming feel relieved was the roses in the back garden, one clump after another.

"My path is full of thorns

bloom roses in your blood

you tell me

i don't mind thorns

Because you are Rose"

Wu Ming suddenly remembered those previous lovers. He still had many doubts about the system, but the system had already gone. He didn't understand why when he started to pay attention to Qiangwei, every world would appear like this. So many roses.

He likes roses, and he thought of the man who sent him roses all over the city, the man who imprisoned him and planted a large field of roses in the holy land, and... the system.

Wu Ming felt that he was a piece of rubbish, even though he was such a piece of rubbish, he was still alive. He didn't know what he wanted before, and when he had a slight desire, he just zoomed in to occupy it. Later, he vaguely knew what he wanted, but he couldn't get it. arrive.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. When he came to this world, he wanted to end it directly. After thinking about it, he wanted to live more and more. Now he doesn't want to die anymore. There are still two months left, let's pass it smoothly .

Wu Ming is very free every day. Sometimes he will draw pictures, which are full of roses. This is what he bought at a high price after spending the first month's salary in advance. He can't go out. If he wants to get something, he must Give something more, because people here look down on him.

He drew many roses, in full bloom, half open, unopened, one flower, one cluster, a large area, and the whole city.

The more he painted, the calmer he felt, as if he knew why those people liked to give him roses.

Now Wu Ming is in a very sensitive period, his soul is damaged, which will affect his sanity more or less. The reason why he has not become mentally handicapped is largely due to pain.

That’s right, it’s the pain. The pain of the broken soul covers all those things. If Wu Ming’s soul in this world is restored, it is very likely that he will show mental weakness in the next world, such as mental retardation. Therefore, Wu Mingzhen I really want to live well in this world.

Of course, if there is a powerful force in this world that can repair half of his soul, he will not face that situation, but the problem is that this is a world without supernatural powers.

Wu Ming has passed through quite a few painters anyway. Needless to say, the painters, the roses in his paintings are lifelike. Wu Ming can even bet that if his paintings are put up for auction, at least everyone will think that they are from a master. He is a man, and he is a master with profound skills.

In fact, Wu Ming can live no matter where he is, he can do everything, he can be a painter, a musician, a screenwriter, a martial arts instructor, a model, a designer, there is nothing he can't do , but all of these require the most fundamental condition, that is, a healthy body.

But Wu Ming didn't have a healthy body, and his soul was constantly absorbing the few nutrients left. It was very likely that he wouldn't live well, even the last two months.

Letting out a breath, today's sunshine is very good, and it is very comfortable to shine on the body. Wu Ming sat on the grass, lowered his head and began to draw the roses in front of him, a small cluster, very beautiful, some were in full bloom, and some were just flower buds.

As he was drawing, Wu Ming's pen tip moved to other directions. He drew a person next to Qiangwei, with hair that was neither long nor short, and a strong and powerful figure. His every move was full of hormones, but he had no face.

After finishing the painting, Wu Ming took the painting and started to be in a daze. Who did he paint? There was no face, and it seemed that all lovers' faces could fit in it.

He tilted his head, biting the tip of the pen and began to think, who would he draw, and who was worthy of his painting.

He was sitting on the grass and thinking about it. Luo Dang, who had a casual glance in the corridor, saw him. He frowned, and the butler next to him saw it and immediately said: "He often draws roses, and stays in the flowers when he has nothing to do. If the master thinks it is not pleasing to the eye Get out or deal with it."

Luo Dang didn't speak, and waved his hands as if to say don't care.

Wu Ming himself was still struggling there. He thought for a long time, and finally figured out the face of Keith. The one he drew should not be Keith, but he couldn't find a more suitable face to put on it. It doesn't fit her face, anyway, it's a lover's bowl of water, so I don't draw anyone, let's draw Case.

Wu Ming filled the blank space with roses again, so that it looked like Case was standing among the rose bushes. His fierce aura was blended with these weak flowers, making him look a bit gentle, but it was just an illusion .

Wu Ming was in a daze with his chin propped up after painting. What was Case doing? He should know that he was not dead. Logically speaking, Case's status should not be low, otherwise it would be impossible to pack him and send him to Luodang. in front of it.

But what does this have to do with him? Could it be that Case wanted to come here and strangle him to death?

Close the painting, Wu Ming closed his eyes, he was resting, his soul demand was getting bigger and bigger, this body was clearly in short supply, and he didn't want to take revenge or go to the top, he just wanted to have a good time To be alive, to live enough for this period of time, three months is the minimum period, and sometimes, being alive is more important than anything else.

In the past, I always didn't care about life and death, thinking that death is death, nothing more than separation, but now I realize, oh, death is real death, let alone separation, he will no longer exist.

Wu Ming no longer expects his mental power to recover, but only asks for a soul to make up a little bit so that he will suffer less.

And when Wu Ming was thinking about these messes in the back garden, Luo Dang also had a bit of a bad face because Case came.

Case's identity is very embarrassing. It is said that this person has been squatting in the prison of City Z for two years. Of course, he can come out whenever he wants, but it has nothing to do with his Luo family. Come to visit at this time, Luo Dang felt a little connected with the Wu Ming he sent not long ago.

Case was also very polite when he saw Luo Dang. He was wearing a suit today, and he looked very energetic. He was a born king.

"Mr. Luo, long time no see."

Luo Dang lowered his gaze. The last time we met, Keith was just a child, two or three years old. Logically speaking, it is not too much for Keith to respect his elders.

"I don't know if Case came to me because it has something to do with Wu Ming?" Luo Dang didn't want to confront Case. He had been annoyed by too many things these days. Not very impatient.

"I'm here to pick him up." Case said straight to the point. He also knew what happened between Luo Dang and Luo Ying, so he understood why Wu Ming said that he would die when he went back.

After all, Luo Dang is indeed a person who will not show mercy to his own son.

Luo Dang didn't care if Wu Ming was his son, but at the same time, he would not let anyone take someone away from his house if he wanted to. Besides, he knew that keeping Wu Ming would attract Case. I don't have a good opinion of Case, but it is true that he is easier to come forward in some things.

Case seemed to know what Luo Dang was thinking, and sneered, "Mr. Luo can rest assured, I know what to do about the harbor."

Luo Dang's eyes flickered for a moment, sure enough among these juniors, Luo Ying is the only one who suits him best.

When Wu Ming was brought out, he was actually not very willing. It is very quiet here, and there are roses, and his life can be guaranteed for the time being. He didn't really want to leave, but when he saw Case, he subconsciously He clenched the album in his hand, damn it, and then he painted this person.

Case didn't say anything, just had him picked up.

Wu Ming looked back at Luo Dang, Luo Dang's expression was calm, as if he didn't care about these at all.

There are still two months left, I hope he can get through it, Wu Ming thought while enduring the pain in his body.

When he got in the car, he sat with Case, and Case looked at him with some scrutiny, glanced at his picture album and reached for it.

Wu Ming didn't have the energy to snatch it back at all, so after thinking about it, he let him go.

Case opened the album, the first page was a picture of him standing among rose bushes, and he turned to the second page, which was full of roses.

There are no more paintings in the back, all the paintings are roses, open, closed, and soon to be thanked, there are many, and they are very lifelike.

"It seems that you have a good time here in Luodang." Case closed the album and returned it to Wu Ming.

Wu Ming took the picture album, tore off the picture of him in front of Case, and then tore it off, the sound of "crash—" was extremely ear-piercing in the car.

After it was torn into pieces, Wu Ming opened the car window and threw it out. Those snow-white papers stained with black charcoal pencils flew away one after another, and then scattered on the road next to them, like butterflies.

Case didn't show any expression, but looked at Wu Ming with a slightly deep gaze.

"I denied my identity, and then he gave me a gun. Only one shot was empty. I was lucky, so I stayed." Wu Ming said honestly.

Case moved his gaze out of the window, he didn't know what to say, subconsciously he didn't want to control Wu Ming, because Wu Ming was going to die sooner or later, his body couldn't support him to live, but even Case couldn't Knowing why, he cared a little about Wu Ming.

Up to now, he would rather Wu Ming die, at least this way he wouldn't have to worry about those inexplicable emotions.

Wu Ming took out the paintbrush, it was a little blunt, but the tip of the brush was still sharp when tilted. He looked at Case, and then copied it bit by bit. He first drew the outline, and then drew the big one. Lines, and finally to fill in the details, this is sketching, the most basic thing in drawing, and many people know it.

After he finished drawing the person, the picture was a bit empty, so he filled in the surrounding area with roses again, which was more natural and lifelike than the weirdly distorted picture in the previous one, and Wu Ming handed the picture to Case after finishing the picture.

"The previous painting wasn't about you, it's just that I couldn't find a suitable face and used your facial features. This one is for you, as my apology for your portrait rights."

Case took it, and indeed this one was his. He felt that there was something different in the previous one, and many things were different, so he put the painting away without saying anything.

But the previous displeasure disappeared completely.

Wu Ming likes roses, but there are no roses in Case's back garden, and there are even few flowers. He doesn't know to guess Case's identity, and there is no need to know. He really has no interest in everything in this world. I want to live quietly for the last two months.

He doesn't mind being ambiguous, if it can be guaranteed that he can survive smoothly.

In Wu Ming's view, he just changed from one back garden to another, but there are no roses in this back garden.

Every day he is still painting, painting roses, many, many roses, he also wants to paint colors, but he is too embarrassed to ask Case for paints and painting tools, one more thing is worse than one less thing, so Wu Ming put all these ideas It was suppressed.

When he was at Luodang's place, he only had pencils and a picture book in his hands, but here, he has a picture book, pencils and charcoal in his hands.

Wu Ming likes to use them cross-over. Charcoal pencils should be darker. Soft charcoal and hard charcoal have their own advantages. Pencils are very light, and the lines look lighter. The most strange thing for Wu Ming is the charcoal pencil. Drawing shadows is very cool. People who like to use charcoal brushes must have a bold personality. He is introverted, so he gave up after using it once. The roses he painted are getting more and more beautiful. His paintings only have three colors: black, white and gray, but If you look at his paintings carefully, you will be really surprised. Wu Ming is very skilled in controlling the light, so you will feel that the rose is pink under the illusion of light and shadow.

Wu Ming felt that he was quite talented in painting. After all, he passed through the painter more than once. At the same time, he also felt that his mind became calmer and calmer. In fact, this is not a good thing.

This also means that his soul has begun to affect his sanity. Wu Ming has never been a calm person. His personality is very irritable. He knows this very well. There is a high possibility of becoming mentally handicapped, which is not what Wu Ming wants to see.

So he could only transfer all those disturbing thoughts to the painting, those lovely roses.

One after another, one after another, there are countless.

And Keith didn't care about him after he came over. He seemed to have more important things to do, and he rarely saw people. Wu Ming felt that he was hovering on the edge of reason. The calmer he was, the more dangerous he was, but if Losing this only peace is even more dangerous.

No one can save him, and those who can save him don't want him anymore.

Today, when Wu Ming got up in the morning, he felt pain in the soles of his feet after going down to the ground. Finally, his soul was not so painful, so it was time for him to let all kinds of pain in his body go. Rolled up and down, there were more than a dozen ladders, not high, but Wu Ming passed out from the pain.

Wu Ming thought he was going to die, but he didn't. He woke up in the room, poured water, and there was no one there. The curtains seemed to be drawn, and the sunlight outside was very good.

"Kukou—" There was a knock on the door, and it was Case who came in.

Wu Ming glanced at his tightly wrapped body, puzzled,

"You have broken bones in three places, and the little toe of your left foot is useless. This is an injury from before." Case looked at Wu Ming with a condescending manner, "Why don't you say it."

"I don't know." Wu Ming answered honestly. He really didn't know that he still had these injuries on his body. The main reason was that his soul was so painful that he was enduring the pain with every movement, covering up the insignificant pain on his body. In the past, he thought that the reason why he was in so much pain was all because of his soul.

"Every step you take seems to be stepping on the edge of a knife, tell me you don't know?" Case frowned, and the doctor told him that it is very likely that Wu Ming's leg will be abolished, and he will not receive timely treatment. In aggravation, almost before he took a step, he began to aggravate the injury, and the bones were almost deformed.

"My whole body hurts, so I don't know whether it's my feet or my hands that hurt. I'm used to it." This is true. When his soul hurts, Wu Ming feels that there is no point in living. Said that the toes were useless, and the legs were useless, so he didn't feel anything.

Case stared at Wu Ming, his eyes flickering slightly.

Then, Keith approached Wu Ming, he reached out and rubbed Wu Ming's neck, and then exerted a little force.

Wu Ming's pale face suddenly turned ruddy, it was just Yaozhi's death ruddy.

"Then I'll kill you, how about helping you out."

Wu Ming couldn't make a sound. He tried to pull Case's hand away, but he couldn't. The man's strength was much stronger than his. Wu Ming felt terrible.

Really, too bad, his sanity began to struggle again, one side chose to sink, the other side chose to be crazy, he wanted to live, but he wanted to die.

"Da." Warm tears hit Case's hands, warm but very light.

Case looked at Wu Ming who was about to die, and finally let go of his hand.

"Ahem——" Wu Ming coughed violently, his body seemed to be tossing and falling apart, all of which indicated that his life was coming to an end.

It wasn't until the corners of his eyes became moist again after coughing that Wu Ming cast his eyes on Case, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, "Why didn't you kill me?"

Case stared at Wu Ming fixedly, without saying a word. In fact, he had no hatred with Wu Ming, and it was always his fault.

"Even if you don't kill me, I won't live long. You have a lot of blood on your hands, so I wouldn't be too bad if I had one more." Wu Ming stretched out his hand and stroked his hair behind his ears, looking a little pale. The face is even smaller.

"Kill me, kill me if you have the ability, what's the difference in this world without me." Wu Ming laughed, he was laughing and mocking, his sanity was almost on the verge of collapse, just now It seemed that all his strength had been exhausted, he was lying on the bed weakly, his breathing became extremely weak, it seemed that he would die in the next second.

"My whole life is full of stupid things." Wu Ming closed his eyes, he could feel the passing of life.

Especially when Keith strangled his neck just now, as long as he was delayed by one second, or two seconds, Wu Ming was almost sure that he would be strangled to death. In Wu Ming's view, strangulation is an easier way to die , at least he died completely, didn't he.

Case frowned.

He went out and looked at the servant who was guarding him. He straightened his sleeves irritably, "Rose, spread all the roses for him, fresh ones."

Keith also understands that Wu Ming is about to die, maybe without him Wu Ming can live longer, but no matter what, Wu Ming will not live long, a person who does not live long will become extraordinarily special every day and every minute. Comparing.

Wu Ming likes roses, so he can see roses in his last time. Case rubbed his thumb against his index finger irritably. It was this hand that touched Wu Ming just now. It was so soft that it seemed to be broken in an instant. Lose.

When the next morning, Wu Ming felt that he could smell the fragrance of flowers. He opened his eyes, and the room was covered with roses, which seemed to have been cut just now, with water droplets on them. The delicate, vulnerable roses were all It's all pink, covering the room.

After owning a house full of roses, Wu Ming also owned a house full of roses. No matter what, Wu Ming felt that he was not at a loss.

There was also a rose in his hand, he grabbed it vigorously, his finger was stabbed by a little girl, and a few small drops of blood were drawn out, Wu Ming didn't feel much.

Maybe he could have lived longer without Case's trouble, right now, it's dangerous.

Maybe he really died after he died, or maybe he can barely live for a while after he died, this is unknown.

Case came in from the outside. He looked at Wu Ming. He was indeed too thin. From the very beginning, he knew that Wu Ming was very weak. He was so weak that he could be crushed with any force.

"Do you like it? You should like it very much." Case said without expression.

Wu Ming looked at Case, he didn't have much strength, he couldn't even sit up.

So he could only blink his eyes, "I like it very much, the pink rose flower language is 'the oath of love', are you confessing to me?"

"You're dying." Case said without sadness or joy.

"I know." Wu Ming returned. In this world, he didn't deliberately seduce anyone. He even did everything just to survive. He remembered that he told the system that he couldn't survive in a world without a lover. Thinking about it now Sure enough, it came true, in another way.

"I'm sorry." After a long time, Case sighed.

He suddenly regretted a little, maybe he shouldn't treat Wu Ming like this, why bother, or maybe he shouldn't have anything to do with Wu Ming from the beginning, so that he wouldn't be troubled by these strange emotions, he would have He's just an indifferent person.

It's only been a month, why does he feel like it's been a long, long time.

"Don't be sorry, I've lived long enough, and I deserve to die. I'm just a little unwilling." Wu Ming tilted his head. He likes this movement very much. You can do it when you are embarrassed, you can do it when you are happy, and you can do it when you are confused. It can also be done, "I know a guy who treated me badly so I imprisoned him and he escaped and he could have easily killed me but he didn't and he told me, 'I don't want you up'."

Wu Ming's vision blurred, "At that time I begged him not to leave, even if he killed me, but no, he still left without a trace of nostalgia."

Case's eyes sank, "Maybe he has a reason to go."

"In this world, what I'm most afraid of is being abandoned." Wu Ming's eyes were completely moist, and his soul began to twitch. This body can't give so much nourishment, and the soul has dried up and is about to die.

"I'd rather be resented than abandoned."

Wu Ming closed his eyes, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, silently.

Keith was slightly moved, and he reached out to cover Wu Ming's eyes, yes, this boy is dying, maybe at this second, maybe at the next second.

But Case was moved, he suddenly wanted the boy to live, but his body had already lost its breath.

Finally, everything came to an end.

【Ding--】