Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Laughing in a daze and guarded by security, he left the noisy vegetable market. '

Noticing the back of the man not far away turning away without mercy, No. 520 was a little anxious. In the original plot, Duan Yaosi did not leave so early, and even met Ying Chufei alone after the graduation show.

If you don't seize the opportunity now, you don't know when the next opportunity will be. After all, Duan Yaosi and Chu Jingran are completely on the two extreme sides of the social class, which is not what Chu Jingran can see.

【Host, he is gone, you have to find a way to keep him. 】

Chu Jingran stepped into the backstage, and greeted those hypocritical people with fake smiles on their faces, then entered the dressing room not far away, locked the door, and Chu Jingran looked at himself in the mirror.

【Keep it?Heh...] After an unknown chuckle, 【Then what then? 】

No. 520 answered immediately: [Get close to him first, and then start the strategy, aren't you the best host? 】

Lifting his slender fingers, Chu Jingran unbuttoned his white shirt one by one, and said softly: [Remember, the things delivered to your door are the cheapest in the world. 】

Taking off his white shirt, looking at his well-proportioned porcelain body in the mirror, Chu Jingran slowly raised his hand to caress the face of the person in the mirror, while his fingertips were scrubbing back and forth on the cold mirror surface, he opened his lips and uttered his last words softly.

[Even if it's... love. 】

……

On the eve of the storm, the entire sky was oppressively dark, and lights were lit up one after another in the high-rise buildings. Looking up, the inconspicuous softness actually formed a bright galaxy under the oppressive sky. This winter in the city does not seem to be so cold.

It seems... that's all.

"Are we... going to die?"

In the darkness where no five fingers can be seen, an immature and slightly imperceptible trembling voice rang out. The cautious apprehension was mixed with reverence for life and primitive desire.

Unlike yesterday's impeccable response, in the darkness, there was no redundant reply.

Because they don't know either.

This is a dark and damp basement with uneven ravines and something attached to the ground. The original blue stone bricks have been dyed black.

At this moment, nearly a hundred young children were densely gathered in the basement, all of them were only six or seven years old. Facing the darkness, everyone present had different emotions on their faces.

Fear, fear, trembling, forced composure, but no one dared to cry...

Because, the one who cried first is already dead.

right in front of them.

Disgusting blood bloomed in the darkness, and the warm splash stained the faces of many people, covering the gully under the feet in front of them, and the stones under the feet were like vampires who could eat human blood in medieval stories, absorbing the dark colors little by little. , leaving the outermost layer, after a night of natural air-dried blood, it shows a strange black color, adding a new coquettish new clothes to them that have not seen the light all year round.

In their self-introduction yesterday, everyone knew clearly that although they came from different places, they had one thing in common. They were all children who were abandoned in orphanages.

The fact that there is no father and no mother is silently stated in the black ink that cannot see the five fingers. This is the most fundamental reason why all of them were chosen to come here.

Just when everyone's nerves were tense to the extreme, there was a "creaking" door opening sound in the darkness, and then a pale light shot in from the sound, like a spear cutting through the abyss the sword.

The sudden sound and light made the tense people feel like quails who had been frightened. While retreating in fright, they shivered while hugging their companions with their eyes closed, and even became incontinent.

In this chaotic and urine-smelling mess, there will always be one or two people who are particularly conspicuous against the backdrop of the public's inertia and overreaction.

In the corner, a skinny and skinny child half-closed his eyes, staring at the bright light not far away with his beautiful eyes, as if he wanted to see through everything contained therein.

And through the hazy blur, he could vaguely see a man standing at the light source.

Patta, patta, patta—

The monotonous and rhythmic knocking of military boots echoed in the basement, and the man in front of the door approached step by step against the glare of the light.

In the end, his footsteps stopped at five steps away.

Xu Shi felt the unknown look from the corner, and the man turned his head sideways.

Lightning and flint, the collision of darkness and light.

Those eyes that were so cold and indifferent that there was no emotion were directly imprinted into the eyes of the child in the corner.

Without flinching, evading, or trembling, the child just looked at him so firmly, deep in the half-closed blue eyes, there was even a wolf-like obsession with remembering the enemy, waiting for the wings to be full. The bloodthirsty factor that will pounce on it and bite off its neck completely.

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