nightmare exec

Song Yin really felt that he might die.

Although in these years, similar premonitions appeared and disappeared in his mind from time to time, but none of them occurred so severely.

There was even a revolving door running in his head.

And he saw Qi Zhengnan in the revolving lantern.

Before leaving the super dungeon, the last picture he saw was Qi Zhengnan's face—that face was full of astonishment, nervousness, and some complex emotions that could not be explained clearly at the moment.

If it was changed to before, Song Yin would most like to chew on Qi Zhengnan's almost deflated expression.

However, at this moment, his heart was not happy at all.

In the past two years, he has been constantly asking himself "Why am I always the one left", and even feels that "living alone" is the most painful thing in the world.

But now, seeing that he is finally going to be the one who "goes one step ahead", but he still can only feel intense pain.

"Brother Nan... In the end, I wasted the half life you helped me retrieve. When you know that I'm no longer here, don't be too angry..."

He took a deep breath amidst the throbbing pain in his heart, and said silently: "If I really die this time, you must not think as wildly as I did back then. I want you to live well, with my heart Together, we will live a more happy life... You must leave the hellish place of Purgatory as soon as possible, and go back to be your rich son, model celebrity..."

Thinking of this, he suddenly smiled bitterly——

If one day, Qi Zhengnan really left Purgatory, then he would definitely forget the short and hasty reunion between the two of them in Purgatory.

For Qi Zhengnan, the news he got after waking up was nothing more than "Xiao Yin accidentally died in a car accident in the second year of your coma".

But it doesn't matter, as long as he still remembers that there was a passer-by named Song Yin in his life.

Although he has thought of everything in a relaxed and free manner, deep down in his heart, Song Yin still has a lot of reluctance.

However, not long after, his peripheral vision suddenly fell on the shiny stainless steel cabinet in front of him again.

The reflection of himself on the metal plate, shriveled and pale and ugly, looked like a Thanos faded in bleach.

...Forget it, if he were to live with such a face, he would be dead as expected.

I hope that Purgatory can arrange a good reincarnation place for him because he died in the line of duty. In his next life, he will still be handsome and unrestrained, with both parents, a happy family, flowers blooming and wealth, and winning three to five billion in the lottery...

By the way, it would be great if I could meet Qi Zhengnan again in the next life.But in this way, there is a difference of more than 20 years between the two of them...

Fate did not give Song Yin any more time to think wildly.

Two footsteps followed quickly.One of them grabbed Song Yin's arm, and the other stabbed the back of his neck forcefully.

After the tingling feeling disappeared, Song Yin almost immediately fell into the boundless darkness that he had experienced when he came here.

This time, instead of dreaming of the golden tree, he heard the sound of the sea.

A second ago, he was clearly still in the dark and strange basement; but at this moment, he seemed to be thrown on a swaying ship—or in a huge washing machine.

The rapid and disorderly bumps and turns quickly made him lose all concepts of direction and time and space, and he could barely measure the passage of time by counting in his heart.

While counting, he thought to himself: Ergou mentioned before that the human airport is just an illusion created for the convenience of executive officers to understand the current situation.So the so-called "reincarnation" in reality is the turmoil he is going through at this moment?

After the turbulence is over, has he been reincarnated into a toaster or a funeral flower?

Then, will he become a stowaway by chance, reunite with Qi Zhengnan, who is an executive officer, in a nightmare, and have a long-lost fight when they meet each other?

Ah, that's really ironic.

Unknowingly forgetting where he counted to, Song Yin grinned hard and showed a wry smile—if he still has a mouth now.

Suddenly, it was as if someone had unplugged the front-loading washing machine, and the power that drove Song Yin to keep bumping and spinning disappeared.

And he was thrown out under the effect of inertia, flying a helpless parabola in mid-air, and then smashed firmly on the hard and rough ground.

In the next second, he tasted the terrible pain that was so severe that he screamed.

This feeling may be the same as rolling on 80-grit sandpaper naked, or even worse.

In fact, Song Yin felt that she was rolling in a desert covered with gravel but without a single weed—maybe it was the surface of the moon or Mars.

In any case, when his body gradually stopped rolling, he still struggled to open his eyes.

Thankfully, at least for now he can still see.

He found that he was indeed lying in a desert that seemed endless at first glance.It was still late at night, but the sky was no longer the black and red of the hospital dungeon.

He saw a huge, full golden moon.

There is no watermelon field, and there is no sea... He did not travel to the seaside of Hangzhou Bay described by Lu Xun.

"amusement park?"

The gradually focusing line of sight quickly confirmed his judgment—just below the golden full moon, the iconic gambling boat was still brightly lit, just like the big boat of the prince in "The Daughter of the Sea", staged a never-ending show. The end of the song and laughter.

At this moment, Song Yin was like a mermaid stranded on the shore, with deep and shallow wounds all over his body, and his limbs limp and limp on the ground.

There is no human habitation within sight.Song Yin was also not sure how long it would take and what kind of people would find him if he just lay on the ground like this.

But soon, he set himself the first goal: to climb near the gambling boat.

For him at this moment, this is by no means an easy task - especially if he is still naked.Every crawl on the ground is a ruthless polishing of his sensitive parts.

Worries about the integrity of the body finally defeated the desire to survive. Song Yin, who had only climbed half a meter, had to pause and consider whether he should try to call for help.

But this thought soon disappeared completely.

On the premise of not hearing any footsteps, Song Yin saw a row of fluorescent green bright spots not far away.They are in pairs, but they are only less than half a meter above the ground.

...is a beast!

Even though he didn't have any experience and evidence, Song Yin could be sure that there were five or six hungry hyenas surrounding him at the moment.

Legend has it that this group animal is best at eviscerating its prey through its anus.And the reason why it appeared here was probably because it was supported by the amusement park to deal with those gamblers who couldn't pay the gambling money and wanted to abscond.

Song Yin felt that his lower body really had "the meaning of the house leaking in the rain all night", he grabbed a handful of stones and threw them vigorously.

"Go away!"

But this obviously can't scare the insidious and cunning hyena.The herd of beasts seemed to smell his helplessness, and further shrunk the encirclement. Song Yin could even smell the stench from them.

It's so "great", just out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den!

If it wasn't for being unable to move, Song Yin would have jumped up and bought a lottery ticket for herself.

Fortunately, at this moment, suddenly there was a straight beam of light projected from a distance from the gambling boat.

Song Yin quickly identified the source of the light through the sound - it was a heavy motorcycle with full horsepower, and a rider wearing a leather jacket was galloping towards this side.

And even faster than the motorcycle, there was a gust of strong wind, which swept across the ground, and easily swept those four-legged beasts into the sky.

The cunning hyenas quickly dispersed, leaving the unlucky Song Yin alone, coughing violently in the billowing dust, almost coughing up his lungs.

And when that careless motorcyclist finally came to a steady stop.What Song Yin saw was no different from a donkey rolling with soybean noodles.

"..." Qi Zhengnan didn't know what to say, and pulled out a thermal blanket from his backpack.

He ran forward in two or three steps, first spread the blanket on the open space beside him, then carefully moved, hugged Song Yin and transferred the person onto the blanket.

"pain……"

The exhausted Song Yin complained bluntly, but it sounded more like a coquettish complaint.

Qi Zhengnan immediately relaxed his movements, and after he settled the person down, he even brushed the fly ash from his hair: "Be patient, I'll take you back to bandage right away."

The young man who was powerless to be a demon nodded obediently, and then asked a weird but very important question: "You... still recognize who I am?"

Qi Zhengnan replied in seconds: "You are Xiaoyin."

Song Yin asked again: "Still the original appearance?"

This question is really difficult.

Before answering, Qi Zhengnan stretched out his hand, and carefully wiped Song Yin's cheeks and forehead, like rubbing precious jewels.

"Yes, it hasn't changed. The eyes and nose are still there."

"do I look good?"

"……nice."

From the moment she heard the answer, Song Yin's expression began a series of subtle changes.

"I'm back...I actually came back alive...haha...hahahaha..."

The fear, worry and grievance that had been suppressed for a long time finally found an outlet.The crooked laughter slowly got out of tune, making one's heart sour.

"It's all right."

Qi Zhengnan stroked his hair again, wrapped him in a thermal blanket, and prepared to carry him back to the motorcycle.

A pair of bruised and dirty arms suddenly stretched out from under the blanket, and encircled Qi Zhengnan's neck reluctantly.

From Qi Zhengnan's current angle, he couldn't see Song Yin's expression clearly at the moment, but he unexpectedly heard a voice with a slightly crying voice.

"Brother Nan... I thought I would never come back."

There was only such a sentence, and then there was a long silence.

In this silence, Qi Zhengnan suddenly found that another rhythm that did not belong to him was coming from his chest.

That was Song Yin's heart, beating really close at hand.

Qi Zhengnan had never heard of resonance between two lumps of meat.However, at this moment, he really felt that his heart was sensing Song Yin's heartbeat, and he lost the original stable rhythm a little bit.

But it's not a painful feeling.On the contrary, it brings great satisfaction and joy.

For a moment, Qi Zhengnan even felt that the huge hole in his heart, the abyss that he once dubbed the "garbage dump", was filled without a trace by this sense of satisfaction.

Perhaps because of pain, or exhaustion, Song Yin's arm slowly dropped.

Fortunately, at this time, Qi Zhengnan reached out to hug him in time, hugged him together with the blanket, and gently patted his back.

"You are back." Qi Zhengnan whispered in a soft voice like a mosquito, "...you have come back to me. From now on, none of us should leave first, nor be the one left behind People. We are like this, we are together well..."

Song Yin may not have heard Qi Zhengnan's ravings, but under Qi Zhengnan's comfort, he completely relaxed, tilted his head, buried his face on Qi Zhengnan's strong chest muscles, and fell into a defenseless lethargy.

The heavy feeling in his arms made Qi Zhengnan let out a satisfied sigh, but he soon realized a new problem.

After learning from Shafelai that Song Yin and his companions were about to be sent back, Qi Zhengnan drove a motorcycle in order to get to the release point as soon as possible.

But no matter how good his driving skills are, it is difficult to care for a bruised sleeper and drive fast at the same time.

What's more, there is no one looking around in the desert, and the moonlight is so bright and beautiful, it seems that there is no need to hurry.

Thinking of this, Qi Zhengnan looked down at the person in his arms again, and confirmed that Song Yin's breathing was stable and his body temperature was normal.So he held onto it more carefully, and then walked as lightly as possible towards the brightly lit gambling boat in the distance.

In front of them, the desert stretches and undulates like the sea.It seems that there are countless stumbling blocks ambush in secret.

However, the bright moon in the sky paved a path full of silver light for them.

Perhaps, when they came to the end of this road, some things between them began to become different from then on.

The author has something to say: Song Tiechu Grinded into a Needle Yin: This chapter must be the end of my suffering. Is there any protagonist in this world who suffers more than me?Rolling around on the Gobi Desert with bare buttocks?

Qi·Yiqijuechen·Zhengnan: To be honest, when the motorcycle just stopped, I thought I found a terracotta warrior.