The Sick Villain Just Want to Live

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But Shao Ming is right, even if the world line changes, it is not because of him.

He does what he thinks is right, and he also wants to be at peace with Xia Yang, it is best to have nothing to do with each other, but Xia Yang refuses to be at peace with each other.

If the world line is really changed because of him, it can only mean that... the world is not distorted to an outrageous level.

At least not all people live for the sake of the crowd, most people still have three views and IQ online, right?

Zhu Tong soon got rid of the entanglement, and he asked the system: "You are the system, are you sure that all abilities can only be used on the host?"

The system said: "OK."

Zhu Tong breathed a sigh of relief.

Then it will be fine.

He never thought of interfering with who Xia Yang was ambiguous and entangled with, what other people think of Xia Yang, and how many people would like Xia Yang with all their hearts, it all had nothing to do with him.

He still said that, as long as you don't jump in front of him, don't touch the people he cares about.

Otherwise, the soldiers will come to block the water and cover the soil, and the fish will die and the net will be broken.

Thinking of Zhu Tong returning to his senses, and planning to continue doing the questions, he suddenly felt something strange in his hand... Where is his pen?

Turning his head again, a pen was spinning rapidly between Shao Ming's slender fingers.

The pen was spinning too fast, and I couldn't see the pattern on the pen, but from the color distribution, it was the pen I was using just now.

Zhu Tong was not in a hurry to get it back, but stared at it for a while, feeling a little strange.

Shao Ming noticed his burning gaze and tilted his head with a smile: "Want to learn this?"

Zhu Tong's eyes brightened: "Can I learn?"

Shao Ming said: "Of course, this is not difficult, I will teach you."

Zhu Tong was instantly interested.

System matters were quickly forgotten by him.

Shao Ming looked up at him and saw that he was staring at his hand intently, he couldn't help but smile.

He was always able to focus so quickly, and as long as it was something he was interested in, he was more serious than anyone else.

Also quite... heartless.

Returning Zhu Tong's pen to him, Shao Ming took another pen of his own, skillfully placed it between his fingers, and then began to instruct: "The first step is to place the pen between the index finger and **** like this, and press the knuckles hard. Let the pen spin..."

Zhu Tong looked at Shao Ming's posture of holding the pen, and awkwardly imitated Shao Ming's appearance to start the first step. He was only a beginner. Even a simple rotation would not look so good because of the rigidity of his movements. He turned to take a look at Shao Ming. hand.

Shao Ming's fingers are long and slender, with well-defined joints and very flexible. A pure black pen rotates very regularly between his fingers, and even a simple step is perfectly complemented by his hand.

Zhu Tong looked a little absent-minded, and suddenly appeared in his mind some discordant images that he wanted to forget but repeatedly became clearer. His fingers were slightly tight, and his hands trembled. The unstable pen is instantly released...