white clothes

Box A1 on the seventh floor of Nightingale Bar, Tongze City.

Sun Haoran bent down to pick up the playing cards on the carpet, but before he touched them, a slender hand picked them up ahead of time.

"Young Master Sun, here it is."

Sun Haoran looked at the psychological counselor he paid a lot of money for, his eyes blinked non-stop, no, you are enlightening my brother, why are you taking care of me.

Zhou Qinghong smiled faintly: "Heart disease needs heart medicine, Young Master Sun." She glanced at the young master of the Shen family sitting in the corner, and said in a much softer voice: "Based on your description of your friend, I suspect He is suffering from delusional disorder, you should find an authoritative psychiatrist to treat your friend."

Sun Haoran rolled his eyes, a little angry: "You don't believe my brother."

Zhou Qinghong smiled and remained silent.

She is just a psychiatrist, not a divine person. Young Master Sun's intention was to help herself solve the young master of the Shen family who was said to be vomiting blood late at night and suffering from hysteria three years ago.

Let her believe that the young master of the Shen family fell in love with a man at first sight, she can believe it.

But if she wants to believe that the young master of the Shen family can travel to the game, that game is still a real world, and fall in love with people in that world, she must do everything possible to go to the temple to summon the soul, so that the man can be resurrected to the real world, uh, Forgive Zhou Qinghong for being helpless.

Of course, that was two years ago, Zhou Qinghong hadn't heard the ridiculous rumors about the young master of the Shen family in this year.

Half a year ago, Sun Haoran found her and asked her to enlighten young master Shen, Zhou Qinghong could only tactfully ask Sun Haoran to take young master Shen to go to crowded places to relax.

The Nightingale Bar is a clean bar, there is a resident singer who sings very well, attracting quite a few people from Tongze City, Sun Haoran thought about it and brought them here.

Unexpectedly... Sun Haoran rubbed his face with a sad expression, unexpectedly it was useless.

They didn't want to listen to their songs, they didn't want to watch their dances, and they didn't even bother to play with them. In the end, only the three of them were left in Nuo Da's box.

"What are you talking about?" Shen Zong frowned, looking at the two muttering on the sofa.

"It's nothing." Zhou Qinghong stood up, straightened the poker cards on the table, and said with a smile, "Young Master Shen, do you want to play a bit?"

"No." Shen Zong tugged on his tie, feeling short of breath, he looked down at his watch, it was almost ten o'clock.

"Hey, hey, don't rush away." Sun Haoran ran to Shen Zong's side and put his arms around his shoulders: "There will be a man diving downstairs later, it will be fun then, don't rush to leave, just be your companion." Can't I play around?"

Shen Zong pushed him away: "Don't act like a baby."

Sun Haoran shrugged: "Then it's settled, I'll take a seat in advance, don't sneak away."

After finishing speaking, he dragged Zhou Qinghong away, and before leaving, Sun Haoran glanced back at his good friend by accident.

Shen Zong sat on the sofa in the corner, extremely thin, with his head bowed, his whole body was gloomy, and occasionally his eyes were cold when he looked at people. Sun Haoran's sunny and handsome appearance only existed in Sun Haoran's memory.

Sun Haoran walked halfway, and suddenly hammered the wall.

Ma Dan, what is this!

When Sun Haoran came back, he pushed open the box and was startled, there was no sign of Shen Zong inside.

"Shen Zong!"

Sun Haoran yelled loudly as he walked, and a terrible guess emerged in his heart.

"Shen Zong!"

"I'm not dead yet, please keep your voice down." Shen Zong leaned against the outer wall of the bathroom, his voice appeared like a ghost, with a cigarette between his fingertips, the red light was faintly visible.

When Sun Haoran saw the person, his heart immediately relaxed, and he was choked by the smoke unexpectedly.

"You smoke less." Sun Haoran snatched Shen Zong's cigarette: "Be careful that your elder brother finds out."

Shen Zong raised his hand, and Yan easily avoided Sun Haoran's hand. He took a deep breath of the cigarette, closed his eyes, his complexion was pale under the light, and his whole face was hidden in the curling smoke, cold and hard like ice.

After a cigarette was over, Shen Zong pressed the cigarette in the cigarette tray next to him.

Sun Haoran looked at the extremely strange Fa Xiao, feeling uncomfortable: "You told me a few days ago that you let go of that man, is it true?" He suspected that Shen Zong died of excessive smoking before he let go.

Afraid that he would be sad, Sun Haoran didn't even dare to say the man's name, for fear of provoking Shen Zong.

For three years, that man's name had become taboo.

Although Sun Haoran didn't believe it at first, but later, he still believed in the Arabian Nights in Fa Xiaokou's mouth, the mysterious and dangerous Longevity Continent, the place where human monsters fight endlessly, the man named Xie Chenyuan, the person Shen Zong likes there .

But that person is dead.Sun Haoran moved his mouth several times but still didn't say anything.

"Of course." Shen Zong looked at Sun Haoran, his black eyes were straight, black and bright, in stark contrast to Leng Ci's complexion, the black was scary, the corners of his lips raised stiffly, and he said slowly but firmly Said: "I have let go."

"I'm sober now."

"Xie Chenyuan." Shen Zong's voice was hoarse, and he seemed to chuckle lightly, with a slight mockery: "What's so good about Xie Chenyuan."

"He's not nice at all."

"Why don't I let myself go."

"Xie Chenyuan himself is going to die."

"He is going to die." Shen Zong finally said, gritted his teeth desperately, the smile on his lips became distorted, his eyes were cold with a creepy paranoia, and the last few words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "I don't like him anymore."

Sun Haoran looked at Shen Zong, whose eyes were red but still deceiving himself, and didn't know what to do?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this." Sun Haoran felt that it was a mistake to bring Shen Zong out today.

He sighed, and pushed Shen Zong: "Give me a cigarette." Before Shen Zong had time to react, he took it out of his pocket, and lit it.

Amidst the smog, Sun Haoran glanced back inadvertently, and saw a strange man.

The man was tall and thin, wearing a white dress that didn't fit in. He was standing in the darkness at an angle, his face could not be seen clearly. Sun Haoran waved his cigarette, trying to take a closer look, but the man suddenly disappeared again.

His fingers were suddenly burned by the smoke.

Sun Haoran quickly put the cigarette on the cigarette tray, feeling very strange emotions in his heart.

Could that man be Xie Chenyuan?

Thinking of this, Sun Haoran felt chills all over, but isn't that man dead?No, no, it should be just a person who likes to wear ancient costumes. He heard from Shen Zong that Xie Chenyuan often wears white clothes, so he guessed that he was a demon.

Sun Haoran thought about it, and then thought about what if that man was really Xie Chenyuan, what if he heard the conversation between the two just now?They didn't avoid people when they talked, after all.

Thinking of it this way, he was feeling uneasy.

Before leaving, Sun Haoran couldn't help but tell Shen Zong.

Shen Zong stared at him blankly.

Sun Haoran was terrified by his look, and he was not sure: "That, that, Ah Zong, maybe that person just likes cosplay in ancient costumes, and I didn't see that man's appearance clearly." The more he said, the lower his voice.

Shen Zong suddenly turned around and ran towards Qing Bar.

Sun Haoran scolded himself and ran over.

Afterwards, Shen Zong found a place in the bar that turned the world upside down, and even called out the monitoring, but unfortunately that place was in a dead corner of the monitoring, so he couldn't get any pictures at all, Shen Zong didn't give up, and looked for the waiters and doormen one by one, Ask them one by one if they have seen a person in white clothes in ancient costume.

However, everyone said they hadn't seen it.

At the end, Sun Haoran was very guilty: "Maybe my eyes are wrong."

He took a peek at Shen Zong, and found that his face was calm, completely different from the madness just now.

"It's okay, I'm leaving."

Shen Zong nodded, as if he didn't care at all.

Sun Haoran wanted to follow, but he refused.

Shen Zong walked on the street alone, the night wind was cold, and the sky was drizzling, but he didn't notice it, like a walking dead, until he heard footsteps behind him.

Shen Zong stopped.

The footsteps behind him also stopped.

He continued to walk forward, but found that his feet were heavy and his hands were shaking.

But he didn't stop until he walked into an alley.The road in front of the alley was sealed with cement, and the dilapidated walls were covered with small advertisements. Because of the surrounding high-rise buildings, clumps of shade-loving weeds stubbornly emerged from the bricks and stones of the alley. He took off his heavy shoes, the rain on the leaves wet his black trousers, and the drizzle drenched his clothes and the broken hair on his forehead.

A pair of gloomy black eyes fixedly stared at the corner of the white clothes exposed in the alley.

"Thank you Shen Yuan."

Shen Zong's voice was extremely hoarse, as if the name had been stripped from his flesh and blood, and even the words he said smelt of blood.

Xie Chenyuan came out from the corner.

White clothes and black hair, with a cold face, but there are still some doubts hidden in the glazed eyes. He clearly remembers that he died, but after he regained consciousness again, he came to a strange world. After observation, it seems that It's Ah Zong's world.

Since Xie Chenyuan woke up, he had an extra token of the Order of the Void in his hand. He followed the token's instructions, avoided the crowd, and found Ah Zong in a noisy place.

But Ah Zong said that he didn't like him long ago.

After hearing this, Xie Chenyuan felt sore in his heart, but he didn't blame Shen Zong.

No one is obliged to like someone for a lifetime.

If Ah Zong doesn't like him, his reappearance will be troublesome.

Xie Chenyuan originally wanted to escort A Zong home, but later seeing A Zong stubbornly looking for him, he felt unsure again.

Ah Zong's intelligence made Xie Chenyuan a little surprised. He stood at the entrance of the alley, pursed his lips, and finally called out.

"A Zong."

Shen Zong looked at Xie Chenyuan at the entrance of the alley in a daze, and he didn't even notice that his palm was bleeding.

Xie Chenyuan approached Shen Zong, and finally had a chance to observe him carefully, his eyes fell on Shen Zong's eyes that were wet from the rain, and he moved his fingers.

Xie Chenyuan leaned over slightly, and wiped away the drops of tears or rain on Shen Zong's face with his fingertips.

Shen Zong raised his head, his eyes were still fixed on Xie Chenyuan.

As soon as Xie Chenyuan put down his hands, he felt a strong impact, his hands hugged his waist tightly, and then there was a pain in the corner of his lips.

Shen Zong's kiss was in a mess, but it was full of terrifying strength. He wished he could swallow Xie Chenyuan's whole body. In the end, blood was dripping between their lips.

Xie Chenyuan was not very sensitive to pain, but seeing that Shen Zong's mouth was dripping with blood, he couldn't help frowning.

Of course he didn't bite those wounds, but every time Shen Zong bites Xie Chenyuan, he bites a deeper wound on his own lip.

like a beast.

Shen Zong stared at the familiar face of that person, and laughed, he tiptoed crazily and boldly, and lightly pecked Xie Chenyuan's lips.

"Xie Shenyuan, I like you."

Xie Chenyuan has heard many confessions from Ah Zong, but every time he hears it, he will be happy.

"Xie Shenyuan, do you like me?"

Xie Chenyuan's ears turned red. He is usually reserved and reticent. If he is made to talk about love like Shen Zong, he will not be able to do it, but he can...

Xie Chenyuan looked at Shen Zong's beautiful red eye ends, wanted to kiss him, and was ready to show his love with actions.

But Shen Zong smiled strangely.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it, anyway, you are mine."

Before Xie Chenyuan understood, he felt a pain in his neck and his eyes went dark.

Shen Zong hugged the fainted person tightly, threw the anesthesia needle aside, and then beat back home.

He buried his head in his sweetheart's snow-white robe, his cheeks were flushed, and his black eyes were morbidly paranoid and infatuated.

This time, no one can take him away from him.

His god descended to the world, and there was no possibility of returning.