He was married to all the people of the Empire

Gu Shusheng finally stopped moving completely.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils half shrunk, and he just stared at Nan Zhuo without blinking, as if he wanted to remember every bit of this man's face in his soul.

Then wrap it in hatred and fall into hell together.

Nan Zhuo lowered his eyes, and glanced across Gu Shusheng's face indifferently. Everyone said that one should close one's eyes when one dies, and even if one does not, one should close the person's eyes with his hands.

The relatives hope that the other party will go away easier like this, and the enemy hopes that he will not pester him after his death.

Nan Zhuoba couldn't help that the life and death of the ancient tree would not be smooth, and it would be better to die again on Huangquan Road, so let alone closing his eyes for him, he didn't directly kick him in the face, because he was afraid of dirtying the soles of his shoes.

As for entanglement...

Not sure who killed who.

"boom--!"

The ceiling above the head cracked a large crack at some point, and the gravel fell to the ground like snowflakes, wrapped in dust.

Nan Zhuo stood motionless in the gravel rain, even though the small stones with extremely irregular shapes and sizes fell on his body. Occasionally, when a few sharp ones fell, they brushed his skin unintentionally, directly drawing a bloodstain.

He looked down at the bleeding wound on the back of his hand. He didn't know if it was because of his mental strength, but he didn't feel any pain. Instead, he looked a little dazed.

But this feeling is only for a moment.

Because another stone suddenly grazed the skin of the wrist.

When the ceiling almost collapsed, Nan Zhuo's feet finally began to become more and more unstable.

At the foot, the crack gradually spread over. Nan Zhuo glanced coldly over an extremely inconspicuous "safety exit" sign on the side, then dropped his hand, turned around, and walked in the opposite direction of the sign arrow. go.

"Gala--"

A boulder was finally overwhelmed and fell heavily, but Nan Zhuo continued to walk forward without hesitation as if he hadn't seen anything.

Seeing that the boulder was about to fall on him, his body was suddenly thrown——

"Who allowed you to die so easily," Yilian's hoarse voice rang in his ears, Nan Zhuo frowned slightly, and just about to break free, he was pressed into his arms again.

The familiar breath rushed towards his face, and Nan Zhuo couldn't help rolling down his Adam's apple: "I will die with you..."

"What does it have to do with me?" Yi Lian finally lowered his head to look at Nan Zhuo, his eyes were so deep that he could hardly see the bottom, and there was even a terrifying chill hidden deep inside.

This was the first time in Nan Zhuo's life that he saw such emotion in Yi Lian's eyes.

After a while, there was no answer.

I saw Yilian twitching the corners of her mouth, and said coldly: "We are married, legally, I am your legal partner, and when you die, I can only become a young widow, and then everyone in the interstellar You know, I can't even protect my partner—what do you say has anything to do with me?"

"Even if I really die, it has nothing to do with your protection." Nan Zhuo frowned.

Yi Lian said, "Do you think everyone will believe it? We are all here."

Nan Zhuo moved his lips, and before he could speak, he heard Yi Lian say, "Even if they believe it, what about me?"

Nan Zhuo was taken aback.

"Do you think I can let it go and convince myself that I can't protect you, and then just watch you die?" Yilian's voice finally trembled uncontrollably. He pinched the back of Nan Zhuo's neck and stared at him without blinking. Nan Zhuo.

It was cold, dark, and seemed to be extremely hateful.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Yi Lian finally took a breath, kissed Nan Zhuo's forehead very lightly, and almost squeezed out a bloody truth from his throat:

— “Honey, you’re killing me.”

Nan Zhuo was finally speechless.

He let Yi Lian hug him silently, with his forehead against his chin, and after an unknown amount of time—maybe an hour, or maybe less than ten seconds, he finally heard himself say: "Is there any meaning for me to live?"

Does he live meaningfully?

In the past and present, countless days and nights have been woven into his life, what he sees, hears and feels, all efforts and escapes, all initiative and compulsion, all become blurred.

His birth and growth, and even his death, were constantly pushed by others.

Like a chess piece, he thinks he is growing freely, breaking through the cage and the city wall, but in the end, all his self-thinking is every step on the chessboard.

So he destroyed the chess player.

But in contrast, he was also lost.

——Is his life really meaningful?

Nan Zhuo suddenly didn't know the answer.

Or maybe he knew it, but he just didn't dare to admit it.

After all, reality is probably not good enough.

There was no sound above his head for a long time, Nan Zhuo gradually recovered from his daze, his fragility was always tightly wrapped by indifference and reluctance, and occasionally there were a few moments, which were as short as hallucinations.

He doesn't care what Yi Lian's answer is, whether he has it or not, it doesn't matter.

Nan Zhuo felt that he didn't care.

But Yi Lian refused to let him go, not only that, even when she realized that Nan Zhuo was trying to break free and wanted to leave, her arms tightened a bit.

He sighed heavily, as if discouraged.

"Nan Zhuo," Yi Lian suddenly asked, "What do you think of me?"

Nan Zhuo paused: "Whatever..."

"Then change the question," Yi Lian said, "Do you like me?"

Nan Zhuo: "..."

He didn't expect Yi Lian to ask this suddenly, and he was a little stunned for a while, but Yi Lian looked serious and looked at him unblinkingly, as if he was waiting for an answer.

Nan Zhuo curled up his fingers involuntarily.

Like it?

Nan Zhuo didn't know the answer for a while.

He has no emotional experience, and he can't tell the love and love clearly. Because of his growth experience, he can't even understand liking. The only person who can relate to this word in his previous life is Yilian.

But at that time they were opponents, enemies, and there was an insurmountable distance between them.

This created the mood that was destined to be stillborn from the moment of birth.

Unexpectedly, by mistake, in this life, he has gone wild and avoided the intertwined trajectory of fate with Yilian, but in another strange way, he was tightly entangled again.

Absurd.

But other than that, isn't it good at all?

There must be.

Seeing that Nan Zhuo had been silent for a long time, Yilian's eyes darkened a little bit involuntarily, but his hand was still on, and just about to speak again, the person in his arms asked in a low voice: "...I don't hate it."

Yi Lian didn't hear clearly for a while: "What?"

Nan Zhuo: "..."

"Forget it if you didn't hear it." Nan Zhuo said that he was about to get up from the ground, but as soon as his hands supported the floor, he was grabbed again and was directly pressed to the ground in the same posture.

Nan Zhuo was still a little stunned when his lips were pressed together.

Yi Lian pressed and kissed her for a long time, until Nan Zhuo, an inexperienced little chick, blushed from holding back because of being dazed and unable to breathe, he finally let her go.

He pressed his forehead against Nan Zhuo's, letting his hot breath intertwine together, just staring at him motionlessly.

Yi Lian's eyes were dark, but there was light in them.

The light reveals a lingering love, which reaches the heart and is full of affection.

——Nan Zhuo saw himself here.

"Honey, no one knows what the meaning of life is,"

Yi Lian stared at Nan Zhuo without blinking. In the ruins of the rain of gravel, he paused word by word, completely spreading his sincerity. He said——

"But to me, if you live, I have meaning."