Long Aotian, who is dressed as the tyrant, has a small hair

"Let's make a deal."

The ethereal voice is like a god from afar, mysterious and ethereal.

The boy standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette showed no awe.

His eye sockets were deep, and when his long eyelashes were raised, his pair of star eyes carried the cold light from the moon, and he did not hide his impatience.

"Be your mother."

The gray smoke was blown away by the long wind, leaving only the smell of second-hand smoke. The boy frowned, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray next to him, and entered the room.

"Don't you want to get rid of the current control?" The voice seduced: "I am the god of this world. As long as you complete a small task, I can not only lift the restrictions on you, but also grant you a wish."

The boy sneered nonchalantly and said, "Okay, tell me."

When he found himself reborn, his stagnant heart finally felt a little excited.

However, the story repeats itself, and he still can't control himself. He can only repeat the disgusting and disgusting story again. After he can't resist, he doesn't have any hope for this fucking world.

Now that there was a voice as bizarre as rebirth, he was neither surprised nor expected.

Before the voice came out again, his cell phone rang.

The caller and the time of the call are exactly the same as in the previous life.

He picked it up uncontrollably, and heard a sunny and cheerful voice asking him with a smile, "Ah Liang, are you going out to play? Bai Zhuo, room 1, Chen Youming just sent me a message saying that your little suitor, Chen Lin There."

The boy was about to uncontrollably answer the same answer as before, only to hear a snap of his fingers next to his ear, and he said the answer in his heart, "No."

The person on the other end didn't expect him to refuse, and was stunned.

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, and the boy hadn't recovered from the shock.

After a long while, the person at the other end said slowly: "You are so abnormal, are you not feeling well? I will come to your house to find you."

The boy hung up the phone before he could refuse.

He raised his eyebrows, this was the first time this person hung up on himself first.

Before putting down the phone to continue the negotiation, there was a rustling sound from outside the balcony.

He turned and looked over.

Under the bright white moon, the tall and long-legged boy was hanging on the railing, and turned over in a short while. The cold silver moonlight sprinkled a layer of glitter on his black hair. When he looked up and saw him, his peach blossom eyes sparkled. The powder turned the wind into a pair of deep and affectionate eyes, with curved eyebrows, a beautiful and eye-catching smile, and a little foolishness.

He saw that the person inside the door seemed to be stunned, there was no movement, his thin lips were slightly parted, and he made a mouth shape—open the door.

The boy came back to his senses, hurried over and pushed the door open.

"Are you smoking on the balcony? Boss smells bad."

The boy entered the room, found a place to sit down skillfully, looked up at him and teased: "I can smell it in my house."

The boy closed the door and snorted, "Dog nose?"

"Tsk, don't you believe it, we learn Chinese medicine, our noses are so good." The young man rubbed his nose, "I can even smell how many cigarettes you smoked today."

"Then what do you say?"

"There are nineteen. You are very strange today. Why are you so worried? It makes you... so much worried."

There was something in the boy's eyes that wasn't probing, and after the boy separated, it was concerned, and he was about to speak to him, but he only heard another snap of his fingers next to his ear.

Immediately afterwards, he heard himself say: "It's none of your business, go to Baizhuo."

The young man's skill at concealing had failed. He stared at him blankly for a while, then slowly stood up and said, "Okay."

Gu Liang didn't understand the look in his eyes, he only knew that everything was back to the original point, his autonomy, his life, he was frantically looking forward to being free again.

So when the voice asked him, "Deal?"

He replied without hesitation.

"trade."

There is nothing worse than being out of control.

The author has something to say: the screen of the phone is broken, and the monitor of the computer was accidentally smashed by the roommate. I can only repair it on weekends. I am so unlucky!I'm sorry you guys!