Your plug-in has reached [the end of the world]

Maybe even Song Mi's gesture can't be called a kiss.

He is eager and reckless, loving and disorganized.

The lips almost collided with the teeth, and the collision intensified the smell of blood between the lips and teeth.

Song Mi's heart trembled, and he didn't know whether it was anger or distress.

If you're so disobedient, kill him.

Song Mi touched Gu Xun's slightly cold lips, which were surprisingly softer than expected.

Gu Xun didn't seem to have reacted from the punch just now.

There was still confusion and astonishment in his eyes, and he took a step back in shock from Song Mi's death-like kiss.

Song Mi hadn't even kissed her enough, so someone hid her.

The hand he pressed on the back of Gu Xun's head was like a decoration, limp and without any strength.

"What are you doing?" Song Mi wiped the moisture on her lips, and pushed Gu Xun's chest hard, "Aren't you going to stay there? Aren't you not coming out?"

Gu Xun was pushed back a few steps, he looked at Song Mi and let him vent.

"Send me back, did you get my consent?" Song Mi's eyes turned red, and she grabbed Gu Xun's troubled collar again, "You don't even let me say anything, you asked me?" mean?"

Gu Xun seemed to be stupid, just stood there with downcast eyes, quietly, without trying to defend himself.

"Are you fucking dumb?!" Song Mi clenched his fists, wanting to punch someone.

"Song Mi." Gu Xun finally spoke, calling his name softly.

Song Mi had a sore nose and lost all anger in her heart.

Which family doesn't have a fine little princess?

The little princess of his family has to be used to it.

"You fucking..." Song Mi's eyes were moist, and she swallowed the choking in her throat.

He still grabbed Gu Xun's collar, but lowered his head and rested his forehead on the back of his hand: "You scared me to death..."

Zhanzhi was found in a ruin, she had crushed her arm, but it had repaired itself.

Liang Xu was covered with skin wounds, sitting on the concrete slab like a bloody corpse, exuding the aura of keeping people and animals away from each other.

Only Zhan Zhi didn't despise him, and took painstaking efforts to heal the scattered wounds on his body.

"What are you looking at?!" Liang Xu raised his chin at Song Mi, and said angrily, "My daughter-in-law has to hold on to me, you want to be treated? Wait!"

The corner of Song Mi's mouth twitched, and his face was cut by a knife blade, which was not serious enough to compete with Liang Xu for the nanny.

It's just that the back of his Gu Baobao's hand opened several times in order to protect Song Mi, and he felt a little distressed. "What kind of hero are you?" Song Mi held Gu Xun's right hand, sat side by side with him on the bricks and stones on the roadside, and said distressedly, "What if I scratched a blood vessel?"

"You have the face to criticize others," Liang Xu taunted beside him, "Do you know how I got all this blood? It's because I got into her shadow. I'm so hard that I almost peel off a layer of skin, just you? Go in Not even the bones are gone."

Song Mi "hissed" very displeasedly: "I could kill her if I went in, but you went in, why didn't you catch anyone?"

"After the fact, don't brag," Liang Xu confronted him, "If it wasn't for the dead face waking up, I think I have to collect your body."

The two quarreled for a while, and finally Zhan Zhi pressed Liang Xu's mouth, forcing him to be quiet.

After dealing with Liang Xu, the little girl went to Song Mi's side, intending to heal the wound on his face.

"I'm fine, help him recover." Song Mi hurriedly passed Gu Xun's right hand over.

Zhan Zhi stretched out his hand, covered Gu Xun's wound, and returned to its original appearance after a while.

"Thank you," Zhan Zhi lowered his head, not daring to look into Gu Xun's eyes, "Didn't give up on me back then."

Song Mi glanced at Gu Xun, Gu Xun stretched his facial features, and replied politely: "It should."

Zhan Zhi raised his head in surprise, and met Gu Xun's eyes as calm as the deep sea.

"Oh..." She was a little flattered, and pointed at Gu Xun's bruised left cheek, "There, also, do you want to recover?"

"There's no need there," Song Mi said, "it will hurt him."

With an expression of "I understand, I understand", Zhan Zhi still wanted to heal the wound on Song Mi's face.

"It's all right," Song Mi lowered his head, and kicked the pieces of iron on the ground with his feet, "I just want to trouble you, can you restore my knife."

He is used to using knives, now that he has no weapons, it is really hard to find them for a while.

"You can try it." Zhan Zhi squatted in front of Song Mi, frowned at the blade, "I haven't recovered such a big thing..."

"If your physical strength can't keep up, you can recover tomorrow," Song Mi said, "Don't worry."

Zhan Zhi shook his head: "Let's recover now."

Her physical strength doesn't matter.

Besides, Liang Xu was about to take her away.

Zhan Zhi's eyes were full of disappointment, he didn't know how to open this mouth to Song Mi.

Gu Xun finally took her as a companion, she didn't want to leave Song Mi.

But since she agreed to Liang Xu at the beginning, she couldn't go back on what she said.

This time Zhan Zhi's palm could not completely cover the long knife, Song Mi bowed his waist and lowered his head, and his face was on the ground.

He has been curious about Zhanzhi's ability for a long time, and he never had the chance to get a close look at it.

How does recovery work?I want to watch the process.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The blade didn't move on the ground.

Song Mi was depressed, the blade suddenly disappeared in the fifth second, and a long knife appeared on the ground as if by magic.

Song Mi: That's it? ! !

He thought there would be some magic evolution process.

"Huh..." Zhan Zhi sat down on the ground, panting slightly, as if he was tired.

Liang Xu came over and helped Zhan Zhi up. His body was covered in blood and mud, and if he was not careful, he would leave marks on the little girl's clothes.

"Hey," Liang Xu looked at Gu Xun, "some rain."

Gu Xun looked up at the bloody man in front of him, and summoned a rain cloud to wash off the blood and mud on his body.

Song Mi picked up the long knife on the ground, and flicked the blade with his fingers: "Can you look like the protagonist's weapon? It's fine if you don't increase my combat power, and you're holding back."

After Gu Xun listened, he raised his hand and released a finger-thin electric light. The electric light floated along his fingertips into the air, and finally wrapped around Song Mi's blade.

Song Mi suddenly remembered that when Gu Xun first awakened the supernatural ability, Gu Xun let the lightning wrap around the iron rod they were holding in the same way.

"Thunder-type enchantment!" Song Mi raised the long knife, and the long knife in the light blue light looked particularly second-hand. "Finally, it looks like the main character's weapon should be."

"The hardness can be increased," Gu Xun said, "but the toughness will be reduced."

"What kind of toughness does a machete need?" Song Mi held the handle of the knife and slashed obliquely at the air, part of the electric light swung straight along the tangential direction due to inertia.

"boom--"

A small-scale explosion sounded, and the tree trunk not far away from Song Mi was scorched.

"I...fuck..." Song Mi was so shocked that his jaw didn't close, "Is this a first-level grass sword equipped with a full-level enchantment?"

Gu Xun had always doted on Song Mi, and he had almost used up the electric light, so he wound him up with a new one.

Song Mi looked back at Gu Xun: "Why did we two go so early?"

Gu Xun looked back at Song Mi, and said honestly, "I don't know."

It's good to be this early, what boss can't you worry about?

What is a good match?This is called good match!

"Has Lao Tzu's cheat finally arrived?" Song Mi walked to Gu Xun's side, "Our abilities are absolutely incredible."

"Cough cough..."

Several people were chatting and laughing, and the manipulator who was caught not far away finally woke up.

"Little girl, who are you from?" Song Mi picked up a rag to wrap the long knife, "Do you know Gu Yue? Or Yun Wang? Qin Wei? Or Lin Li."

The little girl regained her composure, hugged her knees and curled up into a ball to pretend to be a quail.

It looked so pitiful.

But now Song Mi is no longer the soft-hearted stunned young girl, he held the handle of the knife and patted the little girl's face with the blade, threatening: "If you don't say anything, you won't see the sunrise later. "

While speaking, the remaining three people also came over.

Song Mi shrugged slightly, expressing his idea.

Liang Xu glanced at the little girl on the ground and sighed heavily.

He seemed in disbelief that he couldn't get enough of a kid with thighs not as thick as his arms.

"You decide," Liang Xu pulled Zhan Zhi, "she's sleepy, I'll take her to bed."

After the two left, only Gu Xun and Song Mi were left.

Gu Xun squatted down, pinched the little girl's chin, and forced her to raise her head.

"You are from Lin Li," Gu Xun said with affirmation, "He asked you to kill me."

The little girl lowered her eyes and did not respond.

Song Mi didn't understand why Gu Xun was so sure, just felt strange, then saw him change the term.

Gu Xun: "You are Gu Yueli's man, he asked you to kill me."

Three question marks appeared on Song Mi's head.

What is this doing?

"She's been controlled." Gu Xun let go of the little girl's chin and pinched the back of her neck.

After a while, the little girl closed her eyes and fell to the ground.

"What happened to her?" Song Mi asked.

"Dead." Gu Xun replied.

After Gu Xun finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and looked at Song Mi with some anxiety: "She is not a normal person."

Because the consciousness is controlled, because it is not a normal person, because it is better to be dead than to be alive.

That's why I killed her.

"Oh." Song Mi didn't seem to care too much, "I'll dig a hole and bury her."

Song Mi gained experience in digging a hole, and he dug the hole in a short time.

He and Gu Xun buried the little girl, and the two found a park bench that was half missing, and sat on the side of the road to talk.

"How do you know she's unconscious?" Song Mi bent down and pulled out a grass, holding it in his mouth.

"Her pupils are dull, and she has no micro-expressions," Gu Xun said lightly, "It's brain death."

"Is it a supernatural power?" Song Mi asked again.

"I don't know," Gu Xun said, "But if it's a supernatural ability, it will be terrible."

To brain-dead and control a human being is indeed terrifying.

The morning mist parted, and the first rays of warm morning light shone through the clouds.

There are ruins in front of Song Mi and graves behind him, and there is still a trace of the heroic beauty left in the tragedy.

"Boss Gu," Song Mi pulled another weed, tilted his head and scratched Gu Xun's chin with it, "What are you talking to me in the illusion? It took you so long to come out?"

Gu Xun lowered his eyes, looked at the gravel under his feet, and was silent for a long time before speaking: "He asked me to come out and find you."

"That's all?" Song Mi didn't hear these words before leaving the illusion.

"He also said, don't blame me." Gu Xun put his hands on his lap, and pointed his ten fingers to his fingertips, which was a movement he was used to making when he was uncomfortable.

"As long as you let me use your mobile phone to type a word, it will not be like this." Song Mi said.

"What will you say?" Gu Xun turned his face and looked at Song Mi.

Song Mi bit her lower lip, raised her hand to pinch Gu Xun's chin, and approached Gu Xun with her whole body: "Do you really not know or are you pretending not to know?"

Gu Xun's back was straightened by Song Mi's pinch, and he leaned back slightly.

He seems to know, but he is afraid that what he knows is wrong.

Gu Xun closed his eyes, as if searching for a dream in his mind that he didn't want to touch again.

"In the illusion...you saw it." Gu Xun said.

Song Mi gave an "ang" sound, "So?"

Gu Xun didn't expect to get a response so quickly.

He opened his eyes again and looked into Song Mi's eyes: "You know what kind of person I am."

"Aren't you a bit perverted in your heart?" Song Mi smiled, "Did you treat him like me?"

"He's not you," Gu Xun said, "I know."

"I said..." Song Mi moved his fingers, rubbed the pad of his thumb against Gu Xun's chin, and slowly moved it to the corner of his lips, "Will you treat me like that?"

Gu Xun was silent for a moment: "No."

Song Mi was the only thing in this world that he was reluctant to touch.

Gu Xun was afraid that he would lose control, so he was even willing to lock himself into an illusion.

"They are all conscious." Song Mi rubbed the corners of Gu Xun's pale lips with his thumb, as if maliciously playing with his flesh, "When I entered the first illusion, it was Gu Xun who brought me out. So you I feel sorry for Song Mi in the illusion like that, and want to kill you."

Gu Xun raised his hand and held Song Mi's wrist: "Those are all fake."

Song Mi took his hands away from Gu Xun's face.

What Gu Xun said is correct, no matter how conscious he is, it is all fake and does not exist.

Those are nothing but replicas of them at that moment, and there could even be an infinite number of them.

I understand all the reasons, but I am not an egg.

When Song Mi thought of the last words Gu Xun said to himself before disappearing in the illusion, he began to feel uncomfortable.

"Gu Xun, I know what you're thinking," Song Mi frowned, and said seriously, "I couldn't accept it all at once before, so is it too late to accept it now?"

Gu Xun was startled, and the number of blinks began to increase.

"I'm serious," Song Mi added, "Since you have come out of the illusion, you definitely don't want to continue to be friends with me."

Gu Xun moved his lips, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"Don't be so hypocritical, my elders, I'll just say it straight." Song Mi looked at Gu Xun, a little unlovable, "If you think it's okay, we will change our relationship in the future. Although I was straight before, but now... it seems to be bent."

Gu Xun was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Song Mi pulled Gu Xun's hand and placed it on her thigh, clasping her fingers together into her palm.

"Don't think that I agreed to you just because I couldn't let go of you. I can still tell the difference between friendship and love. Although I used to be called the beauty of the School of Economics and Management, I have never talked about love. Besides, I am not a literary artist. Young man, you can be forgiven for being slow in this regard, right?"

Song Mi muttered alone for a long time without being answered, feeling more and more empty.

"I said why are you ignoring me?" Song Mi patted the back of Gu Xun's hand and began to complain, "Is it really okay for you not to say a word in this situation?"

Gu Xun's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he moved the hand held by Song Mi, and he could feel the urgency of being caught between his fingers.

Interlocking fingers is the way lovers shake hands.

Just... so smooth?

Gu Xun began to doubt life.

"You fucking squeaked?!" Song Mi lifted Gu Xun's chin, "Can you tell me something?"

Gu Xun looked at Song Mi who was frowning slightly in front of him, and the morning light was shining on the back of the young man's head.

"How do you prove that you are the real Song Mi?"

The author has something to say: Song Mi: People are already fighting.