Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Take care of you. "

"Mom... woo... Mom...." Zhou Ruiyuan tightly grasped the clothes in Chu Jingran's arms, crying desperately and embarrassingly.

While stroking his back, Chu Jingran was doing psychological training for him, "Except for worrying about you, she has no regrets, she walked very peacefully, don't blame yourself, don't have a psychological burden."

She not only exchanged the forgiveness back then with only one tear of regret, but also perfectly entrusted you, a big oil bottle, to me, a spare tire. There is no smarter woman in this world than her.

No. 520 looked at his host's face, which was full of worry and distress in all directions, and his heart was full of balls and sorrows.

If you really want him not to be sad, you should not make up lies to deceive innocent children and increase the psychological burden on the young protagonist.

His mother was found to have leukemia and died of leukemia. The host said that you lost all your wealth and bought a piece of land for her. money relationship.

Although you have a unilateral enmity with the protagonist (?), but now the protagonist is just a child, so the host, please let this child go first?

……

When Chu Jingran returned home, it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening. With Zhou Ruiyuan in his arms, who had fallen asleep from crying in the car, Chu Jingran opened the door of the house with a key.

Putting the sleeping person on the big bed in the room, Chu Jingran tucked him in the quilt and adjusted the temperature, then quietly retreated out and closed the door.

In the darkness, Zhou Ruiyuan, who was clearly asleep on the bed, slowly opened his red and swollen eyes, looking at the closed door, with complex expressions in his eyes.

In fact, from the first time he saw this person, he didn't trust this person. Coupled with the short eye contact, he was extremely suspicious of this person's real purpose in his heart, but this person was the only one who could The one who took him out of that pit of despair.

He thought that if the other party really had a plan, they would attack him while he was sleeping, but he pretended to be asleep all the way, and the other party kept his posture and protected him all the way.

Even in order not to wake him up, he didn't even put it down.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ruiyuan closed his complicated eyes wrapped in the soft quilt on the bed.

Can he really trust this man?

[The happiness value of the task target has increased by 5 points, and the current happiness value is -65. 】

However, what Zhou Ruiyuan didn't know was that there was a thing in Chu Jingran's world called the system store.

While in the car, Chu Jingran was thinking about the road of jade carving that was about to start, and worried that the quality of the carving would be affected by negative factors, so he exchanged the negative sensory isolation capsule in advance.

Not to mention maintaining one posture for a whole day, even for a month, Chu Jingran wouldn't feel anything when his hands were broken, so misunderstandings are always wonderful in this world.

……

It was night, and the small mountain depression shrouded in darkness was extremely quiet. All kinds of events during the day did not bring any change to this peaceful small mountain village. Occasionally, the sound of insects mixed with the cry of frogs in the small pool made this moonless village The night was a little more weird.

It was still the same blue-brick house at the entrance of the village, and the woman in the house was wrapped in a quilt and sleeping soundly like a dead pig.

In the firewood room at night, you can't see your fingers, and you can hear the bell falling. In the darkness like ink, something suddenly seems to fall.

Snapped--

It was like the sound of a long-dried lump of soil falling.

The sound came from a hidden corner of the woodshed full of firewood. The corner of the firewood room was slightly higher than the ground by about 10 centimeters. Two years ago, it became the sleeping place of the new owner of the woodshed.

There were traces of the owner sleeping in the tiled place yesterday, but it was empty tonight, but the strange thing was that there were many scorched marks on the thin musty-smelling cotton wool that was tiled.

Snapped--

The voice sounded again.

The sound came from...under the cotton wool.

If you can see through the hard mud layer at this time, you will definitely find that the solid fortress has been hollowed out by the new owner at some point, and the gray charcoal remaining inside clearly shows everything. One cold night, the new owner relied on these charcoal ashes to survive one cold night after another.

At this time, many branches were pressed on the gray charcoal, the ones below were already burning and sparkling, but the ones above were still steaming.

A steady stream of hot air was transmitted from below to the top, and the originally hard soil wrapped outside was also dried up and cracked due to the long-term high-temperature roasting, with its mouth wide open, loose and falling off in pieces. The sound is exactly the sound of the soil falling.

Nearly a week's worth of firewood was piled up next to the cotton wool, and after the wet firewood underneath had finally dried, the speed of burning became faster. One piece after another, one piece after another, the first firewood appeared in the ink-like darkness. A ray of fire, a scarlet imitation