God forbids me to fall in love

God means, is he afraid?

Moen had never encountered such a situation before. He boldly imitated what God had done to him, and reached out to touch Vernes' hair.

"...Don't be afraid."

This transgression made his voice tremble, and his fingers only dared to cover it vainly. As soon as he touched those silky and cold hairs, he shrank back like an electric shock.

The god smiled at him, and had no intention of pursuing being patted on the head by a mortal at all.

Then Moen's whole heart burst into pink bubbles inappropriately, and he also smirked.

Vernes calmed down, hugged Moen and continued to climb up the stairs.

When they could see the last migratory bird from a distance, Moen knew that he was really infinitely close to the kingdom of heaven.

Both of them became a little silent.

Moen was in awe, which made him even hold his breath involuntarily.

And the gods, perhaps because of that indescribable "fear".

Moen also noticed that the pace of the god slowed down as he went to the back, so he could only secretly pinch the opponent's hand to try to transmit some meager strength.

When stepping on the penultimate and third migratory birds, Vilnes stopped taking any steps at all.

The trampled migratory birds have already scattered, and there is only a way to go here, and there is no way back, and there is no chance to repent and return.

Looking back, there is only the empty blue sky behind you, and looking down, there is only the magnificent deep sea under your feet.

The only area the body touches is the back of a migratory bird that could fly away at any moment.

This is an extremely insecure situation, and I am afraid that I will fall weightlessly at any time.

But neither of them has the energy to focus on this right now.

Moen himself lost the ability to speak first, so naturally he couldn't give any encouragement for Vernes to take the last step.

He just stared at the world above the clouds without blinking.

It doesn't seem to be any different from the world here, and it's even worse

In front of the eyes is a bare giant tree, which is extremely eye-catching, with its withered and yellow leaves and messy branches everywhere, messy like a gust of wind passing through.

The temples made of white jade are almost all in the style of wild ruins. There is a broken stone pillar on one side, and a collapsed eave on the other. There are only some dilapidated aesthetics left everywhere, which is not at all what Moen imagined. Magnificent.

Moen even noticed that there were large expanses of red "bloodstains" on the ground, which made people think of what kind of frightening things had happened here.

The kingdom of heaven...how could it be like this?

Moen was stunned, the pair of arms around the god's neck were stiff and cramped due to excessive muscle tension, he gasped and put his hands down and shook them.

With his movement, Vernes regained his senses as if awakened from a start.

Just one step.

There is only one last step away from becoming a god, even though this world of gods makes people feel fearful just looking at it.

Vernes may have thought the same way. He was silent for a long time, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something to Moen, but he didn't say anything in the end.

From the face of God, it can be seen how restless and resistant he is inside.

At that time, Moen thought that the resistance of the gods was because of the terrible appearance of the kingdom of heaven.

Till a twig appears instantly as Vernes moves away from the last migratory bird and sets foot on heavenly land, and then

Straight through Moen's chest.

"what……"

The severe pain hit, without giving anyone any time to react, the branch was prepared as if it had been waiting for a long time.

But Moen was caught off guard. He was picked up by the branches and fell to the ground forcefully.

When the real annihilation-like pain came, even shouting became empty talk, he squeezed out a groan from his throat, and his five sense organs were distorted in pain.

The god had passively closed his eyes a second before everything happened, shrouded in white light, unable to realize that his believers had died.

Moen instinctively raised his hand to cover his heart, where a sharp branch connected to a giant tree in the distance pierced, sharper than any knife in the world, piercing his thin body directly, and then, ruthlessly pumped out.

Was it...his death that the god had foreseen at that time, which made him uneasy and resisted?

Could it be that the kingdom of heaven does not allow mortals to step in, and once they step in, they will be obliterated?

Warm blood continued to ooze from between the fingers, as if someone had dug open Moen's heart and planted a flower with spikes in it.

When the flowers were in full bloom, branches sprouted from his heart, piercing his skin to pieces, and eventually the whole body became nothing but the nourishment of the flowers.

It hurts.

Before his consciousness blurred, he saw the entire sky darkening in a trance.

Hearing a few thunderclaps, Moen really wanted to reach into his pocket and grab two pebbles, because he was a little scared.

But he had no strength left.

The moment his cold and numb hands were grabbed by someone, Moen was completely confused. His heavy eyelids just wanted to close, but the shadow of a god was reflected in his pupils, so he felt that he could hold on a little longer. .

Vernes' expression had never been so flustered, and he was even more bewildered than when he found the little wooden man slipped from his sleeve into the flames.

"Moen..." he called Moen's name like this.

Not only was his voice unstable, but the hand holding Moen was also shaking non-stop.

There is this side of the unflappable god, too, like a little boy who finds his favorite toy soldier shattered.

It turns out that God is not omnipotent.

Moen doesn't know if that's the right analogy, since he didn't own a toy as a child.

However, he is indeed a more important existence than the little wooden man.

Moen thought so dullly.

The god squatted down, hugged Moen's shoulders, and gently placed the man on himself.

A bright red but fading ball of light floated on his shoulder, swaying in the strong wind.

The kingdom of heaven has already been struck by thunder and lightning, and the wind is raging, and a particularly terrifying violent vortex has been set off around it, with the posture of engulfing everything.

Accompanied by a thunderclap that resounded through the sky, the rain that had the potential to discharge floods rushed and poured down, but it didn't wet the place where Moen and Moen were.

Moen really wanted God to leave this dangerous place quickly, but he was powerless to speak.

Every breath was painful, and he could only take small breaths.

Seeing Vilnius' gentle brown pupils being buried by water vapor, he wanted to respond with "I don't hurt", but maybe the kingdom of heaven doesn't allow lies, so he couldn't say it in the end.

In the end, he saved his energy and made a difficult mouth shape of "I adore you".

I don't know if the gods understood the content of these words from his weak muttering, but Moen only felt a little relieved after confiding his heart, as if he didn't feel the piercing pain anymore.

It's just that he was too tired to wait for God's response, so he wanted to sleep first.

After waking up, he will continue to look up to the gods in the world, pray to the gods every day, and build the most spectacular temple for the gods.

It is also necessary to carve many, many icons for the god, so that he no longer has to feel sad for the little wooden man who was burned.

……

Moen closed his eyes.

Little did he know, it never rained in heaven.

……

"Dad, close the door!" Tommy huddled in the closet, and yelled at the man standing in the room through the narrow gap.

The door of the family room was blown open again, and the strong wind outside almost blew the house down!

Moreover, there was a thunderstorm. Although it was afternoon, but there was no light outside, Tommy's family was terrified.

"...How could this be the case, let's pray to Lord Yemiga quickly! The beloved God Yemiga saved us from the whole seven days of darkness, and will definitely not abandon us before this catastrophe!"

The middle-aged man quickly closed the door, pushed the table and chairs and piled up all the things that could be moved past the door, and then quickly fled into the closet. He also carried a small holy statue made of jade in his hand.

But his legs were weak, and before he went in he fell badly, and he did not forget to lift the holy image with both hands.

"Mom, can you stop crying!" Tommy was already scared enough, and hearing his mother's cautious cry, his heart couldn't bear it anymore.

"What should I do, what should I do? Tell me, is Moen still alive?" The mother cried and choked up. This time of another crisis may have stimulated her to think of another member of her family.

"..."

The sudden mention of this name silenced the family, and for a moment the whole room was filled with the sound of howling wind and torrential rain.

Tommy could still recall the resolute look on his face when he sent them away.

He said that for the safety of everyone, he voluntarily withdrew from the boat, and let them flee quickly, and stayed in the small town by himself, to fend for himself under the search and arrest of the Northland vagrants.

Always, Moen always loved being a hero.

He must think he is great, right?

Tommy doesn't like Moen, and hates him even more as a hero.

Because many times, the normal humanity that I have shown has become a control group for the great behavior of the other party, and it is set off to look ugly.

At least Tommy thought so.

But at this moment, looking at the dark door panel in the closet, he always felt as if he saw Moen's black eyes.

Then, under the attack of the wind, the door panel shook violently, flapping non-stop, looking precarious.

Eventually broke out of the closet, fell to the floor, and shattered.

This movement frightened them to tremble again.

When will the disaster end?

Tommy shuddered as he looked at his parents who hugged and prayed loudly to God Yemiga.

He closed his eyes and huddled in the corner, no longer looking at the cracked black boards on the ground.

But soon, he heard a loud "bang", and then the sound of rubble falling in the narrow closet.

"Look at what you have done! You stupid woman, God will punish you!" Dad's stern cry echoed in the small space. Tommy covered his mouth and looked at his mother who kept shaking his head and whimpering in horror. Crashed in place.

"No, the holy image was broken by itself, I didn't drop it!" The mother screamed and covered her head, and then threw herself on the ground like crazy to pick up stone chips.

——The icon of Lord Yemiga was broken from the neck.

Fragments.

……

Chaos, chaos, terror.

Different from the pure darkness where the sun cannot be seen, this time it is covered with dark clouds, and the clouds formed by thick water vapor are covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

The moment Narovella woke up, there was only such a thought in her mind.

She thought that by hiding in a dream with her unique ability and sleeping through the battle of the gods, she would not be affected.

She secretly thanked herself for her wise choice, because many gods fell in the battle, and knowing more secrets, she chose to be alone under consideration.

Facts have proved that this is indeed a correct approach.

It's just that she didn't expect that when she woke up, she would face an even more powerless situation.

She wrapped herself tightly in the divine robe that was constantly being blown away, supported the cold jade wall of the temple, and tremblingly walked to the entrance of the temple.

The kingdom of heaven right now can already be called hell.

She couldn't close her mouth at all, tremblingly looking at the scene in front of her, looking at this weird and violent celestial phenomenon, she wanted to retreat, but the fear in her soul caused her to slowly fall to the ground.

The god who was banished from heaven has returned.

The downpour could not wet his platinum hair, but the rain curtain was like a curtain, blocking Oneiroi's sight, preventing her from seeing Vernes' expression.

Just as she had guessed, the Divine Tree favored this blessed god in every possible way, and the so-called expulsion was just a warning.

His becoming a god and returning to the throne was even faster than he had imagined. He might have returned to the kingdom of heaven smoothly without going through any hardships at all.

And the guidance I gave to his followers in order to form a good relationship, I'm afraid it didn't play a big role in it.

Narovella should be happy.

Because she made the right bet, she became the only god who stood on the right team.

But she couldn't laugh.

Vernes held a person in his arms.

His actions are so cherished, his expression is so respectful, as if a little effort will hurt the person in his arms, he is as careful as he is.

Through the heavy rain, Narovira could see blood blooming from the chest of the person being held.

The man had dark brown hair, and when he opened his eyes, the pupils were very rare black, like two shiny black pearls.

Narovella had seen that man before.

That is the follower of Vernes, who she once guided in her dreams.

Excessive blood stains actually created a particularly heart-shattering broken beauty, and some blood even stained the holy robes of the gods behind the human beings.

The robes should have been spotless.

Narovira fell on the ground, and a storm blew towards her temple, but she had no ability to escape. Her hairs stood on end, and she could only stare blankly at the figure of the god carrying the man away.

Countless thunderbolts struck Vernes mercilessly, but his hand holding the human was still steady. He even stretched out his hand to cover the ears of the dead human, lest the deafening thunder would disturb him.

Every step the god took, thunder fell at his feet.

Those thunders seemed to be consciously chasing him, trying their best to smash into his body, or in other words, the human corpse in his arms.

But in the end, there was no thunder that could stop him.

The direction he was walking was towards the center of the kingdom of heaven, the root system of the kingdom of heaven for hundreds of millions of years, the source of the birth of the gods-the location of the sacred tree.

Following his footsteps, everywhere he went were fires caused by lightning.

The fire was able to intensify in the torrential rain, and the water and fire managed to coexist strangely.

The dead branches and rotten leaves of the sacred tree on the ground burned in the raging fire, and the whole kingdom of heaven almost became a sea of ​​flames.

Here is hell.

Narovella trembled and wanted to crawl back, but her body could no longer move.

The first fear in hundreds of millions of years was the fear that shocked the godhead, and even filled every strand of her hair with timidity.

In her confusion, she saw another god coming out of the temple in the distance. He looked embarrassed, but full of energy.

Because of the vigorous and abundant power of faith, even though he experienced a hard-fought battle, he also gained a lot and became the undisputed number one in the kingdom of heaven.

That was the winner of the battle of the gods, the god of disaster, Yemiga.

It's a pity that this winner is just like her at this moment, so small that she can't even stand upright. When she walked outside the temple, she couldn't help but knelt and crawled on the ground.

At the scene of the trial of the sacred tree that day, the words of Desitef, the god in charge of death, aroused the vigilance of the gods. After Vernes was expelled from the kingdom of heaven, the atmosphere at the scene was already very stagnant.

A war is almost on the verge of breaking out. The gods of Otenubo and Yemiga maliciously stole the power of faith and became an extraordinarily powerful existence. Although the other gods were frightened and angry, they had no power to reverse it.

I wanted to report Yemijia's crimes under the sacred tree, but after Vernes was expelled, the sacred tree withered and turned yellow in an instant, and did not give any response.

Seeing that something was wrong, Narovira chose to sleep and hide in her dream to avoid this war of gods.

The war was indeed as tragic as she expected. Now, only Yemijia is left in the kingdom of heaven, can she still have the ability to come out?

It seems that even his good brother Autonubo could not escape the fate of being squeezed in the end.

Narovella wanted to pull out a mocking smile, but the moment was really not the right time.

She only realized that at this moment God put it on Yemijia, and the next second, she was frightened by a flash of lightning that made the whole sky bright as day in an instant.

The white light reflected by the lightning flashed for a moment on her face twisted with fear, and the sky turned dark again.

There was a lightning warning, and Narovella waited in fear for the huge thunder that would shatter the void. Although she was mentally prepared, she couldn't help screaming silently the moment she saw it smashing head-on.

Huge thunder seems to be everywhere, and it seems to strike every corner of the heaven.

She closed her eyes, thinking that she would fall here, but the pain she imagined did not hit immediately.

Even, it hasn't hit for a long time.

Narovira opened her eyelids tremblingly, and she will never forget the scene she saw in her life.

The sacred tree in the distance, the thick trunk that ten people couldn't hug even holding hands was cut off by the huge thunder!

A raging fire ignited at the section, and the towering bare branches kept shrinking, turning into handfuls of charcoal ashes under the scorching of the flames, before falling to the ground in time, they turned into countless black streamers and disappeared.

And this was not what shocked Narovella the most. What she really saw was that the "wound" from the divine tree was overflowing with countless thick and dark lava...

The black air visible to the naked eye diffused along with it, it was the smell of death.

However, this substance did not spread for too long, because the sacred tree collapsed directly on the land of the kingdom of heaven.

The sacred tree that has stood for hundreds of millions of years, the scale of the kingdom of heaven planted by the God of Creation...

That's it, down?

Then there was a more earth-shattering sound than a giant thunder.

The sacred tree fell, and the whole kingdom of heaven shook, the earth trembled, the mountains shook, and the sky fell apart.

Narovira shed tears in the collapse while scratching the floor tiles of the temple, and bright red blood flowed from her ears.

She really wants to cry, she really wants to scream...

She stared helplessly at the opposite temple, and Yemiga, who was lying on the ground, was crushed by the tilted stone pillar in the shock.

Looking at the center of the heaven for the last time, there are no towering giant trees anymore, only a god standing in the wind and rain, hugging his believers tenderly.

Under his feet, black lava flowed all over the ground, wrapping around his ankles.

The original location of the sacred tree has become a huge pothole. The rainwater keeps pouring in, and the strange black sticky substance has already overflowed. It is afraid that it will sweep the heaven in a short time.

What it is?

Is it the legendary abyss?

Narovella was already unable to think.

She stayed where she was with tears in her eyes, but she forgot to blink.

A few whimpers came out of her throat involuntarily, and she covered her head, not daring to lift it up again.

Legend has it that hundreds of millions of years ago, the Creator God was tired of governing everything in the world, so he planted a tree.

The tree of God bears fruit, and a god is born in each fruit, and he is born to take charge of one side of the world.

Only the last god, when he was born, the world had nothing to govern.

That god is Vernes.

Why does the divine tree favor him?

Why can't the sacred tree accept followers of Vernes?

Why couldn't the goddess Fryido's love for Vernes be tolerated, and then kill the goddess?Just like killing that believer now.

Narovera once thought she had guessed the truth.

She used to think that the truth was nothing more than the divine tree admiring that god for no reason.

I once thought that the sacred tree was the measure of all things, but the measure of all things disappeared in this unusual thunderstorm.

There has never been rain in the kingdom of heaven for millions of years.

The first rain, because of the death of a human.

It turned out that she was still one step away from the truth.

All the unusual things come together, and there is no second answer.

Above the divine tree, only the God of Creation.

Numerous messy thoughts flew in the muddle-headed brain.

In a trance, Narovira remembered the prophecy of her friend Fran Ido

"...I saw the fall of the kingdom of heaven, Vernes will open the gate of the abyss..."

The scene in the prophecy must be now.

The kingdom of heaven has fallen, and an abyss is hidden under the sacred tree.

Narovira lay prostrate on the ground, her heart beating so fast that she couldn't control it.

Perhaps too much fear and panic to a certain extent will manifest as calmness.

She once again raised her heavy head and looked over through the heavy rain.

The last thing she saw was that the god walked calmly, step by step, and finally stopped in front of the deep pit.

Then, holding the dead believer in his arms, he calmly jumped down.

God, fell into the abyss.

Narovira's eyes gradually began to lose sight.

When she was dying of consciousness, she witnessed the thick matter in the abyss swallowing God, the overflowing lava flowing back quickly, an inconspicuous nightingale flapping its wings and flying out of the hole, and the surface of the hole attached to A layer of film, just disappear...

No one can know that there was not a flat land a second ago.

Panic, shock, fear and confusion dissipated together.

Narovira closed her eyes completely.

The last god in the kingdom of heaven has also fallen into a deep sleep so far.

And the rain seemed to have stopped.

……

"The thunder split the sacred tree, and the sacred tree fell down.

None of the gods knew that the legendary abyss they feared was hidden under the sacred tree.

The sinful god Vilnes opened the gate of the abyss and has fallen since then.

At the last moment when the abyss condensed, a nightingale broke through the molten magma and flew out. Everything in the world for hundreds of years since then was initiated by this bird of the abyss. "

Huang Xiu looked at the contents of the book silently, looking at ten lines at a glance, turning the pages quickly, and he saw a quarter of the book in a blink of an eye.

This paragraph of description was too brief, and he didn't enjoy reading it at all.

I don't know where Fang Yue got the book, but it's quite interesting.

He smacked his lips, and put the book down with still not enough to say.

I called someone 10 minutes after the agreement, picked up the phone and looked at the watch, half an hour passed before I knew it!

"I'll go..." Huang Xiuqi quickly stood up and touched the lunch box on the table, it was already cold.

Looking at the hanging bottle above Fang Yue's head again, there was no liquid for a long time, and there was even a tendency of blood flowing backwards!

"Ah, I'm such a big sinner!"

Huang Xiuqi frantically rang the bell to call the nurse, and at the same time found that Fang Yue had also woken up and was wiping tears!

It seems that the backflow of blood woke people up with pain, but I didn't expect Fang Yue to be quite delicate, and the infusion should not make him cry, right?

Didn't you cry when you were cut by a knife?

And... why are you crying so "pear blossoms with rain".

I saw Fang Yue cupping his heart with one hand, raising one arm to cover his eyes, covering most of his face.

The expression looked quite calm, but the tears flowed down his face and soaked the pillow.

"I'm sorry, brother, I apologize to you, you are my brother! I was fascinated by your book, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll warm up the food for you first, don't cry, you don't know your posture and think you are Learn from Shih Tzu."

Seeing the nurse come in, Huang Xiuqi hurriedly clasped his hands together and apologized in a low voice.

To be honest, it was quite embarrassing. Just now when the nurse found out Fang Yue's appearance, she must have thought that he, the escort, had done something to the patient!

Huang Xiuqi quickly slipped out with his lunch box, but he never expected that there was a person standing outside the ward.

A handsome and mysteriously gloomy man.

The little nurses passing by all sneaked glances at him.

But... didn't this person just leave three or ten minutes ago? !

Why is Meng Weiyi here again? !

Is he in the hospital? !

Huang Xiuqi had a lot of questions in his mind, he was dumbfounded, and just about to ask a question, someone knocked on his shoulder and entered the door.

He was hesitant to go back and have a look, but thinking that the nurse was still "sitting" inside, there should be no major accidents, so he scratched his head and continued on the road to find the microwave oven.

I don't know what this dangerous genius little painter wants to do, he has to finish the meal and go back to "protect" Fang Yue.

……

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the nurse turned her head and looked back. She wanted to educate the little boy, but she didn't expect that it was another person who came in.

"Is he okay?"

Hearing the other party's question, the nurse didn't know what was wrong with her, so she blushed involuntarily.

"Oh, it's okay, it's just that the needle was pulled out too late."

"Well, thank you." Meng Weiyi nodded at her and walked into Fang Yue's bedside.

The nurse rubbed her cheeks, pushed the cart out, and added before leaving: "I'll be discharged tonight after rest!"

She thought to herself, as expected of a top-level university in the country, why are the students so handsome.

After the people left, Meng Weiyi stopped at the head of the bed and gently pulled Xia Yue's blindfolded arm.

Fang Yue didn't want to be disturbed by others, but he seemed to smell a familiar smell.

The light and light fragrance is the smell on the lapel of the god in the dream.

He opened his eyes and saw Meng Weiyi.

Fang Yue sat up slowly, told himself to calm down first, tried his best to restrain his sobs, and calm down his complicated and confused mood.

Meng Weiyi stood in front of him, carefully wiping the tears at the end of his eyes with his fingertips.

Both of them didn't speak, Fang Yue let Meng Weiyi's excessive intimacy, and he couldn't resist at all, but his emotions were soothed.

Originally, his current state was a little abnormal. Several long dreams made him a little dazed, his perception of reality and dreams became infinitely weaker, and his mental state was on the verge of collapse.

He might have to see a psychiatrist sometime, or go to the tarot hall again.

In short, either he is mentally ill and imagining, or some supernatural things are happening.

Meng Weiyi's appearance was like a pacifier to him, and Fang Yue's heart suddenly calmed down.

He didn't want to think about whether Meng Weiyi was dangerous and suspicious, and he didn't want to worry about why this man came to visit him twice in the hospital.

He is now smelling the light fragrance of the other party, and there is only one ridiculous thought in his mind

"Can I hug you?"

Fang Yue also knew that what he said was ridiculous, but he just asked.

As soon as Meng Wei responded with practical actions, he sat on the side of the bed, hugged Fang Yue in his arms, and gently smoothed his hair.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Fang Yue buried his head on the opponent's shoulder and hugged Meng Weiyi's waist tightly.

In fact, he didn't know where it hurt. The hand with backflow of blood didn't hurt, and the cut wound didn't hurt either.

But he wanted to answer "pain".

Many inexplicable grievances arose in his heart.

"never mind."

Meng Weiyi's voice was right next to his ears, as if coaxing a child, it was so gentle that it could melt a stone.She also stroked his back softly with her hands.

Fang Yue knew that the other party must also understand the No. 1 civilization myth, and rationally understood that he should ask clearly now.

But he may be fascinated, he just wants to enjoy this quiet moment silently, and he is unwilling to break it with a sound.

On the other end, Huang Xiuqi walked fast.

The hospital's microwave oven was placed at the nurse's desk. After putting the food in, he stood in front of it and silently waited for the heating time to pass, looking out the window boredly.

When I looked up, I happened to see a little bird hitting the window "bang bang".

It wasn't a suicide crash, it was just lighting the glass of the window with a bird's beak, which was weird.

Huang Xiuqi didn't know the species of the messy bird, he only thought it looked like a sparrow when he looked at the bird.

Brain twitched, he walked over and patted the glass cheaply, and the "Sparrow" immediately spread its wings and flew away.

At this moment, the microwave oven dinged, and Huang Xiuqi returned to the ward with the hot food.

It was expected that Meng Weiyi would be in the room, but the picture he saw when he opened the door still gave him a great sense of shock.

Huang Xiuqi: ...

Could it be that he guessed wrong about the relationship between the two?

He thought it was Meng Wei and Fang Yue's unilateral ulterior motives, but it turned out to be the two people's sympathy and mutual understanding?

Look at the strength of that hug, isn't it too tight? !

What kind of young couple in love is this? !

Huang Xiuqi was still terrified in his heart, and happened to meet Meng Wei's eyes who looked over when he heard the sound.

The look in his eyes was very flat and indifferent, and he obviously had no other emotions, but his heart trembled when he saw it, and he almost grabbed the lunch box and knocked the vegetables to the ground.

In the end, Huang Xiuqi was stunned and did not dare to go in.

He stood cautiously at the door with a lunch box in his hand, playing a well-known BGM in his mind

He should be under the car, not in the car.

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