The author of the book wear system

The initial appearance of a person, or the initial impression of a person, comes from Baigou's mouth. His expression is not very excited, unlike those speakers who are eager to show their views to the audience. It belongs to the creator's emotion in the face of his own creative process. He is like a passerby who came suddenly, passed by you, raised his head and glanced at you casually.

This is Bai Gou's expression now.

But his only audience is very serious, that kind of trusting, childlike expression will make any one who confides enjoy the pleasure of being watched.

The confidant has no desire to confide in a hurry, and is too calm, while the audience looks hopeful and pays too much attention. Both of them are too much, but no one cares.

The story of Baigou continued, his tone was soft and waxy like that of a southerner, his articulation was not clear, and he had obvious saliva, even when he told the climax of the story, his tone was exactly the same, never falling down.

Admittedly, he is not a very good storyteller, fortunately, in his career as an author, no readers asked him to read his articles.

Otherwise, it will probably lose a large number of fans.

"I think when he talks to people, his face seems focused, but his eyes are indifferent. Every ups and downs of his tone are simulated in my mind. I saw him standing not far from me, slightly nodding his head. Spit lightly: "My name is Huo Tianyi. I will do some things that you won't forgive because of a mission visit, but I have no choice but to borrow your life." Then the knife raised and fell, a burst of blood rained down, and a chubby human head fell .”

"After the head fell to the ground, the last sight was a few drops of blood splashed on that person's face, falling on that flawless skin, like a bright red cherry blossom on white paper, it was amazing for no reason."

The straightforward words stopped here, Bai Gou stretched out his hand, as if he was touching the person in his mind: "I really want to wipe his face clean, I sigh in my heart."

"Later, he appeared more and more times, most of them were killing people, so neat and hearty, each scene was so short that it shocked me, killing only one knife, introducing himself first, and then taking life, seems polite, But it doesn’t pay attention to people at all.”

There was a fascinated expression on his face, in fact, his eyes had been blurred from the very beginning, he was a person who was easily immersed in his own fantasy, as if at that moment, he was possessed by some unknown existence.

Everything in reality became illusory, Tian's face was also blurred, the only thing that was clear was the expression on Huo Tianyi's face, from a condescending angle, as if he was looking at the ants under his feet.

There was still the sound of pattering rain outside. This was a simple bamboo hut. At this time, Huo Tianyi had killed his enemy. He took a last look at the dead body and was about to leave.

"Don't go!" However, the dead guy suddenly stretched out his hand and roared out.

Huo Tianyi's footsteps stopped, he didn't leave again, his eyes fixed on this unplanned corpse, his eyes seemed to see Baigou himself through the corpse: "Why don't you leave?"

he asked lightly.

"Anyway, don't go." The corpse was unreasonable, just making excuses and turning over and over again: "Don't go."

"Why don't you go?" he asked again.

The corpse put down his hand, and he stared blankly at Huo Tianyi, with a pitiful expression on his face, as if he was about to cry at any moment.

Huo Tianyi was still standing there, neither leaving nor approaching, he was very focused on looking at the corpse that suddenly cheated: "Why don't you leave?"

The question for the third time was fixed in Baigou's heart like a sharp sword, and the aggressive aura rushed straight at him, as if he would swing the sword again before waiting for an answer.

Under this aura, the corpse suddenly collapsed, with tears streaming down his face, screaming like tearing his heart: "Don't go! Stay with me! Stay with me!"

Don't want to be alone anymore, don't abandon me anymore, and I won't leave you again.

I was thinking sentence by sentence in my heart, but there were only three words in my mouth, 'Don't go'.

Standing not far away, Huo Tianyi lowered his eyes, and for the first time those eyes that had been looking down at the world showed helplessness.

"It's you if you say go, and it's you if you don't." He seemed to be coaxing an unreasonable child, and his gentle emotions seemed to be overflowing: "What am I going to do with you?"

The corpse burst into tears, staring blankly at Huo Tianyi, as if waiting for his redemption.

But no, Huo Tianyi's expression was so gentle that he thought that his hand would touch the top of his head the next moment.

But no, a helpless sigh echoed in his ears.

"This world is yours. If you want me to go, you go. If you don't want me to go, then you come to me. I will never leave."

After these words, Huo Tianyi disappeared, and everything gradually faded away. That person never appeared before, and everything was Baigou's illusion.

The earnest expression on Tian's face began to turn into worry, and the worried eyes seemed to fall on Baigou's face, making him touch his face uncomfortably, and his voice was hoarse: "What's wrong?"

Started with a piece of water, he cried.

He was suddenly extremely sad, and all he could say was crying: "What's wrong with me? I don't want to cry, I'm just sad, sad..."

"What are you sad about?" Tian asked softly, as if Baigou was a fragile product that would fall to pieces if he was not careful.

"He asked me to find him, but I can't find him, I can't find him." Bai Gou cried like a poor puppy, and he howled with a whimper.

Tian stretched out his hand to wrap the dog in the water in his arms, his soft voice was like a mother's comforting, soothing Baigou's scarred heart over and over again.

"Don't cry, don't be sad, don't worry, he will come to you, he will definitely come to you."

Bai Gou clung to the sky, as if grasping the last straw, and cried out all the resentment, grievance, and sorrow in his heart. His pretended strength, the heavy barrier he erected, was destroyed , all fell to pieces.

"Don't cry." The voice of the sky broke into Baigou's ears over and over again: "I'm with you, I'm with you."

Bai Gou kept whining, he raised his head, his face was wrinkled from howling, covered with water, it was extremely ugly, but he still raised this ugly crying face to the sky, his voice was choked: "Why didn't you Him, why aren't you him."

"I am him, I am him." The sky coaxed Baigou, pampering him unconditionally. "I am him, don't cry, I am him, I am with you."