Inferior pampering

Chaprter 110

　　Vigorous blood, flexible bones, gunpowder and flames of war mixed with languages ​​from all over the world, he is a young man who has been raised by the years on the way forward.

　　Go out from the narrow courtyard full of creepers, and take all the island oases that you have never seen before as your base, and finally, you land on the endless snow mountain of Newell.

　　At the age of seventeen, he entered the reporter department with excellent comprehensive results. At the age of twenty-five, he was promoted to the director of the United Nations reporter department.

　　In Newell, where wolves and tigers and leopards ruled, he insisted on blazing a path that belonged to Omega.

　　The United Nations called him the big glia flower growing in the sky, which means: hope that is as endless as the wild wind.

　　Then, twenty-seven came.

　　The eagle soaring high was chained to the tower by its broken wings, and Ji Tingyu's shining life came to an abrupt end.

　　He wanted to move on, but was stopped by Mr. Zang: "Let's skip it, there's nothing to see."

　　Ji Tingyu blinked, and looked into the space through the gap. It was the bloody interrogation room and the long box.

　　He froze all over, and retracted his feet like a frightened bird.

　　The next time the wind and sand blow up, they will be brought to the cemetery covered with sycamore leaves.

　　The night was quiet, and the moonlight fell like a flowing veil on the row after row of undulating tombstones. The clearest one had a photo of Ji Tingyu on it.

　　"This is... dead..."

　　His heart was empty, and his transparent fingertips stroked himself in the photo.

　　Mr. Zang told him: "Your progress bar is over."

　　"It turns out that life is so short."

　　"But you had a great time."

　　"Is this wonderful..."

　　Ji Tingyu smiled wryly, not knowing where to go next.

　　reincarnation? Or dissipate?

　　Although he died once, he knew nothing about the process.

　　"Follow me." Mr. Zang led him forward.

　　Ji Tingyu found that the light that had been guiding them was getting darker and darker, and the scene along the way became black and white. Compared with the colorful and colorful birds and flowers just now, it was a paradise and a hell.

　　Just as I was about to say that this is not my life, I saw the protagonist in the next dimension.

　　He Zhuo curled up on the bed in the small attic, holding a computer and sobbing. There was blood all over his body, on the bed, and on the floor, wrapping him like a black and red river.

　　Ji Tingyu's heart suddenly ached, he forgot that he was just a ghost, so he rushed over without thinking, knelt in front of He Zhuo, and saw that he was holding a fragment of a flower pot in his hand, stabbing at his arm self harm.

　　"Brother... what are you doing?"

　　The cat opened its mouth stupidly, feeling like a knife was twisting its heart.

　　But He Zhuo couldn't see him, couldn't hear him, and cut his whole arm to pieces as if he couldn't feel the pain.

　　Ji Tingyu watched more and more blood flow out of his arm, as if those knives had stabbed his heart.

　　"He Zhuo, don't be like this...don't do it...don't be like this...what are you doing..."

　　He didn't know what happened, and he didn't know what he could do. He used all his strength to call He Zhuo, broke his hand, hugged his arm, and even put his arm under the blade.

　　But it doesn't help.

　　The knife went through his body, slicing through the blood vessels quickly and hard.

　　The blood was about to dry up, He Zhuo's thin body was crumbling, his tear-stained face was as pale as a ghost, and there was no good place on his body, so he opened the medicine bottle and poured a lot of pills into his mouth.

　　Ji Tingyu recognized that it was the medicine Babyface gave him in his previous life.

　　"Don't eat! Don't eat this, people will be stupid if they eat too much..."

　　He foolishly grabbed the bottle and covered He Zhuo's mouth.

　　But his fingertips crossed over again and again, and he finally realized the fact that he couldn't do anything, and collapsed on the bed.

　　He Zhuo fell beside him, looking in his direction with empty eyes.

　　"I'm sorry, Xiaoyu, are you in pain?"

　　Ji Tingyu thought he could see himself, and shook his head and said that I don't hurt anymore, please don't hurt yourself any more.

　　But more tears flowed from He Zhuo's eyes: "How could they treat you like that, why did they torture you like this..."

　　Ji Tingyu was startled, realizing something was wrong.

　　Turning his head following his line of sight, he saw a computer behind him, and a silent surveillance video was playing on the screen. What happened in the video had been staged countless times in Ji Tingyu's nightmare.

　　"Why... there is this..."

　　He didn't dare to imagine how desperate He Zhuo would be when he saw this video.

　　Sure enough, when he turned his head, He Zhuo had already cut his other arm with a knife.

　　"Don't watch it, don't watch it anymore..." Ji Tingyu roared sharply, and rushed to the bedside hysterically to smash the computer, but his body suddenly flew into the air, he was swept into the wind and sand, and was carried to the next space.

　　It is still boundless darkness, as if this is the background of He Zhuo's life.

　　Ji Tingyu drifted beside him, seeing that the tall and strong alpha was getting thinner and his body was decomposing at a terrible speed. sobbing.

　　He withdrew from the He family and lived in the mountains.

　　The family wealth was spent to build hundreds of Hope Primary Schools in various impoverished mountainous areas, and each school was named "Huaiyu".

　　He led people to build houses and fill tiles by himself. Every time he passed by a dilapidated or prosperous temple, he would go in to worship and pray, even the simple Ford Palace under the barren hills.

　　I don't know which village built the Hope Primary School. On the way back, there was a torrential rain. Sitting in the car, he saw a small red-painted temple built by a villager on the side of the road. He ordered the driver to stop without taking an umbrella.

　　When he walked to the small temple, he knelt down.

　　The pouring rain instantly drenched his whole body, but he didn't care, took out incense and lit it on the unknown god by the side of the road.

　　The driver got out of the car to hold an umbrella, but instead of covering him from the rain, he only covered the three incense sticks in front of him.

　　After bowing three times as usual, he put his hands together and recited silently.