Want points, not lives, just beg for death (Bai Qi) × Professional NPC bastard direct attack (Yan Qiuming)
Fall in love in various game copies, and match various career lines
1·Devil's attack × Pretending to be a good student suffers
2. Unscrupulous lawyer attack × Gentle painter attack
3. Millennium Fox Fairy Attack × Internet Violence
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Banglang—— Banglang——
The green train carries hundreds of the dead, whose only purpose is to live or die.
In this infinite city, points are the standard for class division.
Bai Qi, who was in the SS class, thought he had always been smart, but when he met an F-class shy big boy, everything seemed beyond his control.
Yan Qiuming, the Destined One
Bai Qi looked at the big boy in front of him, "Why don't you do it yet?"
The boy's clean eyebrows were curved and he smiled and said, "Because I like you!"
Small theater 1
"You... Are breathing?"
The boy looked at the only light on the bedside and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. The warm breath left behind from his breathing was still grinding between his lips and teeth, "You don't like it?"
"I still have a heartbeat."
His hot heartbeat was like the glimmer of light at the end of a dark tunnel, luring Bai Qi, the undead lost in the thick fog, and the touch had never been so real and hot.
The boy chuckled and said, "Do you like it? Then continue?"
Small theater 2
In the corridor, Yan Qiuming's green and white knuckles elegantly held a scarlet fire that was about to burn out. With the burning green smoke and a thin but gentle smile, he said ruthlessly: "It's so cold. Let me stay at your house for one night."
The snow outside the window fell silently, and Bai Qi said softly, "Okay" like a ghost.
Leading the big bad wolf through the door.
The white light was a bunch of withered and scattered platycodon, and a gust of wind blew by without any ripples.
"Brother, do you think... Can death be another kind of relief?" The little girl blinked her eyes, with ice cream on the corner of her sweet mouth, as if she was asking out of unintentional curiosity, but her pale face and the purple-black bruises at the corners of her eyes always showed a sense of uneasiness and embarrassment.
Bai Qi did not answer the question directly, but smiled and touched the little girl's head, "It's getting late, brother, let's take you home."
This may be the most regretful decision Bai Qi has ever made.
Looking at the thin and small body, he felt so congested and uncomfortable that he didn't know how to breathe.
The interrogation room was dark, with only a square and sharp gray table. There were layers of cold sweat on his forehead.
Why didn't you call the police in time...
Story unit set, plot flow
Intention: Death is the terminal point that no one can avoid.