Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

into the man's hand, and said weakly with parted lips: "Gift..."

birthday present……

Originally, I made a pair, but now I only have this one left, but even so, I still want to give it to you.

birthday present.

Feng Ze, I really want to spend a birthday with you, like on TV, we make delicious cakes, blow out candles, and make wishes together...

However, these seem to be impossible to achieve.

All I can give you is this gift.

In the line of sight, the young man's pale face tried to show the same bright smile as before, and his eyes were as clean as the first time they met.

It's just that with the passage of time, the clear eyes dimmed a little bit, and the slender eyelashes slowly drooped, blinking and blinking, like the instinctive struggle of a butterfly falling from the sky.

He whispered that name over and over again, the name that accompanied him in his growth and his short life.

Feng Ze, Feng Ze, Feng Ze...

I like you so much and want to grow old with you, but I can't wait any longer.

The weak murmur faded away until those beautiful eyes were completely empty and dim.

There was a stream of light, and the boy with closed eyes in his arms shattered like a mirage and dissipated into the air.

In Feng Ze's trembling palms, there was only a palm-sized nine-tailed cub that was soaked in darkness and completely closed its beautiful eyes.

'Little guy, aren't you afraid of me? '

I'm afraid, but... I like you more.

"Ah——!!!!" In the roar of pain and collapse, the man held the little cub tightly in his arms, as if holding the whole world that had completely collapsed.

Tail, tail, my... tail.

186. World follow-up

"According to the latest news received by our station, a sewer pipe explosion occurred at [-]:[-] noon today in an antique store near Mingyu Road due to long-term disrepair. This incident caused one serious injury and dozens of others were slightly injured... "

In the crowded noodle restaurant during the peak meal time, while an old-fashioned TV set was squeaking in the corner, the host in formal attire was broadcasting the noon news as usual.

After finally grabbing a seat, a middle-aged man dressed as a migrant worker sucked the noodles in his bowl loudly. He watched the news and said inarticulately: "Now the past two years, every three days, there is natural gas here. The leak exploded, and the sewers exploded in disrepair, as if the natural gas, sewers, and old and disrepaired electrical wiring were all agreed."

Holding a soup bowl and drinking a bowl of noodle soup, the man let out a big sigh of relief, turned his head to the man who was buried in his meal and joked: "Big brother, do you think these frequent explosions are caused by some kind of horror?" attack."

The man next to him who was eating his meal with his head bowed paused, and the man heard a spring-like voice saying: "Maybe it's not necessarily a monster attack."

The man was taken aback by his words, and immediately burst into laughter, and said while laughing: "Big brother, why don't you say that aliens are going to occupy the earth, monster, hahaha, I laughed so hard. "

Hearing the hearty laughter of the man beside him, the man didn't say another word, but, vaguely, he kept looking down at his facial features, and the corners of his mouth seemed to raise a subtle arc.

"Your packaged noodles in clear soup." At this moment, a waitress from the noodle restaurant came quickly and put the packaged food in the hands of the man who had been hanging his head.

Seeing the packaged food at hand, the man stopped eating and put his chopsticks aside.

A simple and incredible movement, made by him, has an incongruity that is incompatible with the noise around.

And the kind of elegance that has been settled in the bones for a long time makes people feel that he is currently in, not a small noodle shop that can be seen on the street, but a high-end restaurant in the upper class with champagne lightly smoked.

The man raised his head, slightly bent his smiling eyes and said to the waitress beside him, "Thank you."

Facing the other party's crooked smile, the waitress' face immediately turned red, and she said shyly, "No...no...you're welcome, this is...what I should do."

After finishing speaking, she saw the man put the packed food on the side of the wheelchair under her body, and immediately said: "I...I will help you."

"Thank you." The second time thank you with a polite yet friendly smile.

"You're welcome."

Seeing this, the man beside him couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Damn, I've been eating noodles here for almost four years, and Miss Fang has never been so polite to me. She looks good, but she has special treatment." .”

When the little girl surnamed Fang heard the muttering of the man beside her, her face blushed first, and then she reflexively glanced at the man in the wheelchair. Seeing that his smile remained unchanged, as if he hadn't noticed the man's muttering just now, she immediately hid He glared at the man, full of warning.

Carefully