The male protagonist said he hates me [Quick Transmigration]

The road is very far away, and I don't know how many steps I have walked. Chang Qing can only vaguely hear the male lead's breathing mixed with the sound of the wind. It is a little faint, but it is very clear in his ears, which is full of the dark world.

Who would have thought?His sense of hearing is about to disappear at a certain point.

Can't see but can't hear, is it at the mercy of others?Or pre-emptive?

Chang Qing was lost in thought, and the warm sunlight shining on his body was unknowingly hot.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Chang Qing couldn't see anything, but noticed that the person carrying him stopped and tried to put him down.

Chang Qing hugged the man's neck tightly at that moment, like a vine about to grow around a tree, and never let go.

The spine under him bent, almost leading people to roll down thousands of steps, "What are you doing?"

The black-haired boy on his back was silent for a while, before saying, "I'm sleepy."

"..."

The time is just right at 11:30, the young master has a regular work and rest schedule, and there is always a lunch break.

I didn't expect to be so delicate and healthy when I was sick.

Xiao Yi had the urge to throw people down the steps and let them fend for themselves, but because of the shelter and his own moral bottom line, he still didn't do it. He said, "Then I'll carry you to the squatter room in Changguang Temple to sleep. When I wake up, I will go to pray."

The squatter room is a room for pilgrims to rest in the temple.

Chang Qing pursed her lips, "I'll go with you."

This inexplicably sticky sentence.

He couldn't see Xiao Yi's expression, but he could only feel the warm and reliable body, and in an instant, it was tense like a fully drawn bow.

"I……"

Not long after, the young man wanted to repeat that sentence again.

Chang Qing quickly interrupted him, "Don't worry, I'm so reckless, I don't like you."

…Ok.

The youth stopped talking.

Passive in the dark, Chang Qing frowned, "Speak."

"say what?"

"You can say whatever you want."

"..."

The young man's voice was a little helpless, and he began to whisper softly, "We have stepped into the temple, um, in the temple inside, there is a bodhi tree planted on the left side, with various colored cloth strips hanging on it, with wishes written on it. Floating with the wind in the sun..."

"Directly ahead, there is a temple dedicated to gods and Buddhas..."

Chang Qing closed his eyes, the hero's description was very vivid, and he also felt the ups and downs of people, probably there is a threshold.

"We walked into the temple, and there was a bronze Buddha statue in front of us, which seemed to be an ancient relic thousands of years ago. It was said that it was built in the Chang Kingdom at that time. The subjects prayed for blessings, and the royal family would come to worship their ancestors. Even the crowning ceremony of the emperor was very important. It's here."

Chang Qing moved her fingers and opened her eyes with great effort, but there was nothingness in front of her eyes.

In fact, there is no need to read it, my heart is already clear.

That is, the moment he opened his eyes——

The sound of footsteps came with a calm and quiet old voice, "The benefactor."

Most of them are old monks who are chanting scriptures in the temple.

It's indecent, Chang Qing said, "Let me down."

Hearing the words, the young man put Chang Qing down, but the corners of his clothes were still tightly gripped, and some strange emotions spread in his heart. He turned around and saw the young man in an ivory white sweater, with his head bowed and his expression unclear. .

Only the white and tender carpal tunnel, slender and soft, so white that there are faint veins underneath, looks extremely fragile.

Xiao Yi gasped for breath.

It's amazing, and it's also...

Complicated emotions surged in my heart inexplicably.

It's like feeling distressed, suspicious, entangled in resentment... and things like that he can't tell the difference at all.

That was an unexpected first reaction, as if deep down in his heart, this person really held a very heavy weight, and even if he bumped into him, his mood would be so turbulent that he couldn't help himself.

Xiao Yi thought, before he lost his memory, he really liked this fiancé, right?Although he has a bad character, he can be kicked away at any time.

After thinking for a long time, Xiao Yi actually looked at the wrist, and didn't look away, and didn't continue to think deeply about the young master's abnormal intimacy.

Chang Qing was also a little puzzled. He wanted to ask what was wrong, but he still didn't ask.

The monk's voice sounded in my ears——

"The donor's eyes seem to be sick."

"..."

It really is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Chang Qing raised his face, unable to see the direction of the person coming, paused, and only chuckled, "Master has good eyesight."

At this moment, he was talking and laughing at Yan Yan, but he couldn't see the gloomy expression of the young man opposite him.

The young man looked down at him, the black-haired boy still had the same lazy expression, his pale face showed a little indifference, but those amber eyes were empty and lifeless, like gems that had lost their luster, which was regrettable.

When did it start?

Probably when Yamashita was holding onto the hem of his clothes in the car, the young master woke up and found that he could no longer see the world. What kind of mood and what kind of heart should he be? strange

...he doesn't even know anything.

"Miao Zan," the monk said gently, "is the almsgiver here to pray for blessings? God will bless all those who have reverence in their hearts."

Chang Qing didn't answer, he said, "I hope so."

As a pilgrim, after eating a fast meal with the monks.

Chang Qing fumbled for the gate, wanting to walk into the yard, but there were soft footsteps behind him, and he knew that the person who had been silent since just now was following him.

"you follow me"

The voice behind said, "I just want to go to the yard and pray."

As soon as the words fell, Chang Qing was stretched out by the person behind him, grabbed the arm that was groping forward, and stopped.

"arrive."

Xiao Yi pursed his lips again, and said accurately, "One step forward, you are about to hit a tree."

It was the bodhi tree.

The pale and slender body of the black-haired boy looked small and powerless under the bodhi tree that spanned countless centuries.

He tilted his head, his eye sockets were empty and lifeless, and his amber eyes gleamed brightly in the sun, like cold spar.

"What's on the tree?"

"Prayer bar, flying is very beautiful."

"Really?" Chang Qing whispered softly, touching forward with his palm.

The person behind pushed the back of his hand and pushed it to the position he wanted.

Under his palm was the rough bark of the tree trunk. When he moved his fingertips, he felt the winding and rugged ravine... This linden tree is like a tall and strong old man with gray temples. There were marks on him.

"Ah."

The black-haired boy lowered his head and let out a muffled laugh.

Why was he not like this?

...

The wind chimes hanging from the branches moved with the wind, making a crisp and pleasant jingle.

The music of falling into hell is played.

Not many minutes after the black-haired boy touched the tree, he became ill. Holding on to the trunk, his face was pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was panting with difficulty, like an old man dying.

Someone was holding his arm tightly, just like the bodhi tree that he held in his palm symbolized blessing and compassion, supporting his body from being left behind, gentle and powerful.

"You..." was like a monosyllable bitten out between teeth.

Chang Qing's face was pale, and there was a terrible pain in his heart and neck. This time, even his ears...

He started to ring in his ears, buzzing, and he couldn't even penetrate the sound of the wind chimes so close.

And it was so dark in front of him.

There was a feeling of weightlessness in the head, as if falling into a trough...

until—

He can't hear.

The gentle and strong one holding his arm also seemed to have disappeared.

Chang Qing rubbed his nose, and he couldn't feel the scent of incense that lingered in his nostrils in the temple.

And taste...

Confirmation is no longer necessary.

The state of affairs is already evident.

He is out of touch with the world.

Thirteen days to the countdown to the engagement banquet.

On the mountain, the mobile phone has no signal, and the ambulance cannot go up the mountain, let alone rescue.

Chang Qing could guess this.

After all, he can't feel anything, as if his body is dead, but his soul is immortal, trapped in the body.At this point, the spare imagination becomes the only thing available.

Also, he had to survive the countdown deadline.

There are 99 steps in the task, and it is a pity to give up at [-] steps.

Chang Qing thought so, and he said, "Xiao Yi."

He paused because he couldn't feel himself talking, and couldn't confirm it.

It's ridiculous.

He wanted to laugh a little bit, but he didn't know if he laughed or not. If he did, it would be weird. A young man who lost his five senses, depressed and confused as if he was dead, could still laugh.

Finally he said, "Xiao Yi, the escape is over, I am exiled."

Exile, named his own hell.

Xiao Yi carried him down the mountain and sent him to the hospital.

"Five Senses Disappeared"

The doctor explained to him carefully, "His disease is the first case discovered in our hospital - his heart is not made of meat, but a piece of spar."

"Spar"

Like an artificial heart?

still is……

"Yes." The doctor broke his inner hope.

There are all kinds of races in the interstellar world. Human beings are advanced into abo gender classification, with excellent military strength and mental strength. They are among the best among many races and have a high reputation. No one dares to act rashly. However, there is a race that is secretly open The deadly enemy on the face - the Zerg.

Most of the Zerg races are born as terrifying and burly monsters as their name suggests. Compared with human beings, their military strength and spiritual power are like mountains and mayflies, which are difficult to shake.

What it fears to human beings is the hatred and ferocity of killing people at sight, so that the two races can't even maintain the hypocrisy on the surface, and wars break out from time to time, and human beings are simply struggling to survive.

And human beings have not been suppressed all the time. Soon, intelligent human beings realized the way to fight against the Zerg from the fight with the Zerg, that is——

Take the spar.

The spar, to the Zerg, is like the human heart.

and so……

young master...

The doctor saw the suspicion in his eyes, and quickly explained, "Master Chang is a human being, so of course he can't be a Zerg. The spar was replaced by someone, just like a heart transplant."

After all, the doctor with excellent medical skills was quite impressed, "I didn't expect that the Zerg spar could also be used by the human heart. Such a huge energy has not exploded to death... I am afraid that only royal doctors can do it."

Xiao Yi didn't want to listen anymore, he frowned, "So how is the young master now?"

"Because the spar is not suitable for a weak body, naturally it has frequent heart attacks and a weak body. This time it is approaching the estrus period, and all complications will occur at the same time. I am afraid..."

"That day, there will be no more life."

"During the period, you will experience the disappearance of the five senses, which is like death, and the hell where consciousness is immortal."

...

It is equivalent to issuing a critical illness notice.

Xiao Yi informed the Chang family, but there is still no movement.

In the ward, under the sunlight, the pale and frail young man was leaning on the pillow of the hospital bed, his eyes were empty and motionless, like a beautiful statue of an angel.

you say.

What would a person on the verge of death look like?

Xiao Yi thought of being in a vegetative state, lying straight on the bed, not feeling anything, and not knowing when he would wake up.

But the black-haired boy in front of him is not. He clearly has his eyes open, but there is no trace of vitality in the amber eyes...

He is stuck.

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The author has something to say:

It still hasn't changed to alpha, and the progress is really slow.

I didn’t last week because the cold got worse. I coughed until my armpits started to ache a few inches, my nose was so stuffy that I couldn’t sleep well at night, and then I was lazy and cancerous... It’s terrible!

This week is much better, alive and kicking~

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Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of safe with the situation; 10 bottles of Han Xinjia's Little Sweets;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!