I escaped from a terminal illness [Quick Transmigration]

There is no doubt that this is the hand of a god.

He responded to Fern.

Those floating materials bear the power of the gods and make him manifest in the world of ants.

Chaos and ravings filled the heads of everyone present almost at the same time, making them distorted and crazy!The sense of time and space is stripped together, they seem to be in the most terrifying scene, reincarnated for countless years, and seem to see through hundreds of millions of years in a flash!

The only exception was not the pope who believed in the gods devoutly, but the black-haired boy who personally destroyed the sacred altar and asked the gods to descend...

Fern sat on the ground, the complicated clothes made his body extremely heavy.It's like a doll that has been carefully dressed, even the expression is so stiff.

In those pitch-black pupils, a tall man walking out of the light was reflected.

The god □□ stretched his upper body, his muscles bulging and smooth.

Those eight-pack abs stretch down, along with a sexy groin, and are finally covered by a white cloth.

"This...abdominal muscles..."

Yu Bai suddenly appeared in the play! !

Hard to top!

Who the hell can stand this!Mori Madara is on the hook!

The system covered his mouth, "Shut up for me! If your saliva drips, I will punch your dog's head off!"

Yu Bai is wronged and wronged: suck~

Fern didn't know whether it was excitement or fear, his slender neck moved, swallowed, his eyes gradually moved up, and finally fixed on the man's face.

"...!"

At this moment, the boy's eyes widened as if he saw something terrible, his lips trembled slightly, and the blood on his cheeks faded.

He can accept any face in front of him.

Only this person.

Only this person!

"...Are you a god? How could you be a god? You are obviously an ugly and despicable monster!"

The black-haired boy couldn't believe that those memories of humiliation and femininity that he didn't even want to recall were brought to him by the gods!

How should he take revenge on a god, recover his dignity from him, and let him taste the pain of being bullied? !

"So...you have been playing with me from the very beginning, right? It must be very novel to see my ugly appearance of fear and tears, right?"

"Hahahaha! I'm so ridiculous, I thought I caught you and threatened you to protect me."

The teenage arrogance was shattered.He admits that he is just a weak ant; he also admits that he has been manipulated by others, and even treats those who manipulate him as his slaves.

Fern's eyes dimmed.

Eyes that were once as bright as black gemstones are now only lifeless.

"Fern, I didn't, I didn't think about it that way." The man was stabbed by his words, with a painful expression on his face.

How could Yu Bai give him a chance to save him? He smiled coldly and immediately interrupted Sen Ban's words, "People like me, aren't you monster hunters called Liuying?"

"I'm really, really ridiculous and dirty."

Mori Ban couldn't bear it anymore, at this moment, he knew clearly that his canary was ruined by himself.It is no longer possible for him to get any non-hateful eyes from the boy, and it is impossible to see him pampered clamoring for lamb chops and hot cocoa...

The great pain made Morima grit his teeth so as not to let out a muffled grunt.

But despair was about to overwhelm him.

Why, things have come to this point?He held the boy's cold face with trembling hands, and his green eyes had never been so painful and serious.

"Fern, you are not a warbler, neither ugly nor ridiculous. You are my treasure, my rose. I am willing to swear on God's name, I love you...I am sorry—"

Snapped.

A drop of scarlet liquid suddenly slipped from Fern's nose, and the blood dripped on his chest, like a small flower blooming on expensive fabric.

Morimara found the blush very dazzling, especially against Fern's bloodless face.

After returning from the animal farm, Fern's face became increasingly pale. He always thought that he was afraid of himself, but now it seemed that he was obviously not.

"...What happened to your body? Tell me!"

Fern shook his head, and suddenly felt a fishy sweetness in his throat spread to his mouth, he coughed uncontrollably, blood foam even splashed on Sen Ban's clothes, the boy was slapping his back and wiping his mouth in a hurry In the middle of the day, he looked down at the red marks, and a smile of understanding appeared on his pale face.

"So I have another way to get revenge on you."

His eyes lit up again, and the boy asked the man with a trace of innocence, "The god I believe in devoutly, the god who makes me unable to break free in hell, you love me so much, then, please tell me, my Does death make you miserable?"

Seeing the dark green pupils suddenly dilated in shock, the hand pinching his shoulder was so painful that he threatened: "I won't allow it, I won't allow it! Fern, did you hear that!"

Fern looked at the fear on his face and said expressionlessly.

"You have incomparably powerful power, you can destroy countless lives in an instant, but you can't resurrect dead humans, right?"

Even if it is forcibly resurrected, it will only give birth to an ugly and deformed creature without reason, which is not human at all.

An incomparable pleasure was born in Fern's heart.

Let him lose what he wants the most, let him get what he wants, and make him feel heart-piercing pain every time he thinks about it.

Death is such a good thing.

The vision in front of Fern's eyes gradually blurred, and he fell backwards, but his body did not feel the pain of hitting the altar, but fell into a wide and warm embrace.

When Yu Bai woke up again, he found that he was already lying on his bed. Not only did he have no strength, but his body was as cold as a corpse, as if the coldness was radiating from the depths of his bones.

Huh?

Yu Bai found that there was a small round, fist-sized charcoal stove next to his feet, which made his feet warm.

The boy picked up the small charcoal stove in his arms, sat up and looked around, and found that this was his own room, but it had been occupied by many plants, and there was a beautiful rose bouquet on the windowsill.

"You can really pretend that [blood loss] would lead to an extreme lack of blood in the body. For the sake of authenticity, you secretly rubbed your nosebleeds and bit the tip of your tongue. This professionalism is worthy of praise!"

The system wants to award the best employee award to his dog host, but he has no such right...

Then reward Yu Bai to send him away two days earlier, anyway, he did it himself, "But unfortunately, because you ruined your already frail body, the time of death has been brought forward by two days."

Yu Bai: "Two days??"

Today is almost over, he only has nine days left!

Two more days and seven days left!

"That's right! You don't even know that after Sen Ban sent you back, relying on his supernatural power, he quickly searched for good things that are rare in a hundred years. Even if those things were given to the old pope, they could hang him for more than ten years." life. But..."

"Hey, but it has nothing to do with you! Even if your terminal illness buff is poor, it won't save you. Go to sleep, darling."

Yu Bai: "..."

"Tsk," putting this aside, Yu Bai asked him again, what happened to those god attendants and students after he passed out.

After all, at that time, the scene where everyone went crazy was a bit scary.

He can't handle a madman, and the whole academy is crazy. Not to mention whether his conscience can live with it, it's a little difficult to deal with them!

The system was not dizzy at that time, and there was no mosaic, so I could see clearly.

"Except for Greenton's loss of affinity, the rest of the people are fine. Hmm..." The system thought for a while, "But Moriba's supernatural power has caused them to lose this part of their memory, and they will probably be troubled by neurasthenia in the near future Bar."

These costs are insignificant compared with life.

Yu Bai felt relieved.

In the final analysis, this matter still depends on him, and he admits his mistake.

"Fern, are you awake?"

I don't know if it was the little vine in the house that conveyed the news of the black-haired boy's waking up to Mori Madara.

In short, just as he woke up on his front feet, Sen Ban came on his back feet, and came silently. A big black shadow stood by the bed and tried to stop him from getting out of bed. "You are very weak now, rest for the time being, and wait for me to find a way to treat you. You can do whatever you want."

"Where's Melville?" The boy lifted the quilt as if he didn't hear his words, and put his feet into his shoes.

He didn't need Melville to do anything, he just deliberately stimulated Senban.

"Cough," Fern's hands and feet were almost exhausted, coughing, and going downstairs to find someone, and said that he could only sleep with Melville by his side.

As expected, Morimara was about to go mad with jealousy.

Why, why was Fern so weak, the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to look for Melville?His green eyes were entangled with blood, looking a little scary.

"He, go, boil, medicine, gone."

Sen Ban gritted his teeth and paused every word, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "I will let him come to see you after he finishes the medicine."

Yu Bai thought for a while, he used the spirit descending technique before, planning to use the power of the gods to kill Sen Ban.Then he revealed that he wanted to use death to avenge him. If he asked him now, "Do you love me?", he would definitely understand him as wanting to expose his scars and make him suffer even more.

Isn't this a good time to get things done?If you don't do it now, when will you wait? ! !

Yu Bai immediately regained his spirits!

"Help me get the wooden box under the bed."

Morimura did as he was told.

The box was not big, but it was heavy. When it was moved, there was a crisp ding-dong sound inside, like gems and gold colliding with each other.

Fern opened the wooden box, and all his savings were in this box.

"When I die, these relics will be left to Melville."

He looked at Senban and smiled weakly, "Don't rob him, I have prepared a question for you, and I will give it to you when you answer it, my most precious thing."

Morimara looked at him with blazing eyes, "I won't let you die. Don't even think about it!"

Fern looked at him deeply for three seconds, then suddenly said, "Do you love me?"

Senban said without hesitation, "I love you."

"Love so much that you are willing to give me your soul and penis?"

"Ah."

Fern was so happy that he coughed up blood again and wiped it with his sleeve.The noble young master who had suffered a little injury and had to be given medicine by servants, and even invited a pastor, is now happier than ever in the face of death.

His black eyes were curved, and his blood-stained red lips spit out poisoned knives.

"That's great, I will give you my most precious ashes."

Morimara made an excuse that he was going to get the medicine, and fled in a hurry under the peaceful gaze of the young man.

He closed the bedroom door.

The man's tall body, slumped like an instantly aged tree, suddenly bent.He leaned against the door, panting heavily, then as if he couldn't bear the pain, he suddenly pulled out his heart.

The reddish-brown lump of flesh was throbbing in his hands, and the penetrating wound on his chest didn't have any trace of blood.

But even after losing this piece, fear and stinging pain still clenched his body tightly.

"Fern...Fern, Fern."

The tall man was greedy for the scent of roses in the air, and through a thin wooden door, he called the boy's name in a low voice.

As if doing so would ease the pain a little.

The author has something to say: heart: what does MMP matter to me, I will take out one or two