Sang Li dreamed of him again.

In the dream, the sky was gloomy and the rain was pouring.

A dilapidated temple, a parched cotton wool, the pale and thin boy snuggled in her arms, and the fever did not fade away, and the abnormal flushing was not normal.

She looked down at her eyes, weighing the pros and cons in her heart.

As long as she completes the task, she will die unexpectedly and be reborn and receive a reward of 300 million yuan shortly after the end of the original World College Entrance Examination.

But the system also said that this villain has a special physique and is difficult to kill. He is more tenacious than weeds. As long as he has breath, he can break through the limit and become stronger.

To do it, you have to ensure success.

The boy's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was about to wake up from his sleep.

She suppressed her mind and touched his hot forehead, "Xiaomian, are you okay?"

The boy's eyes were clear and clear. He looked at her, his voice was dull, "Don't worry, I won't die."

"When my injury is healed, I will... be stronger," his body was deeply wounded, and even his head was sweating. "I am not afraid of hardship, I can do anything, I will make money, and try to make you live in a big house and eat meat every meal."

He felt guilty that on such a cold rainy night, she would take him to escape and live in this dilapidated temple with airtight sides.

He wanted to give her something better.

And a child who grew up in a dark field can think of the best life, which is a big house and eat meat every meal.

Sang Li is silent.

After three years of being together, she has been waiting for the opportunity with purpose.

At first, she hated and feared him.

The thirteen-year-old boy is a slave who fights bloody battles with monsters and abuses by various cruel means. His wildness and ferocity are deeply tempered.

For Sang Li, Qu Qingmian is much harder to take on than naughty children. It is a bad thing, and it cannot be called a human habit of life. It can't speak, wash clothes, and hold chopsticks.

Even when he was hungry, he caught a live bird and bitten it. His feathers flew around and his mouth was covered in blood. She almost felt sick.

He will not be able to live a normal life.

In order to get irresistible rewards, Sang Li had to patiently teach him in exchange for trust.

Fortunately, Qu Qingmian is very smart and learns things faster than anyone she has ever seen.

And unlike her intentions, Qu Qingmian was simple and pure. He opened his heart little by little, put away his fangs and was wary of her, sincerely like a child and a piece of pure white paper, allowing her to apply it.

Perhaps it is because of the unstoppable future and a huge wave of ss that transcends the rules of the book, the Heavenly Dao suppresses Qu Qingmian. Over the past three years, people from all walks of life have been chasing each other, but they can't kill them, which makes Sang Li very tired.

She wanted to kill him as soon as possible, complete the task as soon as possible, and return to her own world to get the reward.

And every time he was in danger, he always hid her and tried his best to protect her.

The scene in the dream changed.

In the dark blue sky, the flowing clouds rolled away, the young man led away his enemies and was forced to a dead end, behind him was the Black Abyss Cliff with a strong wind surging.

He was like a ferocious wolf in prison. He rushed over and bitten him in the face of the siege and desperate situation. He did not retreat but hesitate. He was covered in scars and had to fight back tenaciously.

Blood on the ground, corpses on the ground.

Sang Li saw herself hiding behind a stone and walking over in her dream.

Sang Li's heart was trembling.

She wanted to stop it, shouted desperately, and tried to move her body, struggling to wake up from the nightmare that she had fallen into countless times.

Futility.

The boy was covered in blood and stood there shakingly, like a beautiful and bright flower blooming on the edge of a cliff.

She walked over and did not help him, but pushed him hard!

The boy's thin body was very light, and he fell down like a lonely feather.

The gust of wind roared, rolling up a turbulent vortex of gravel, pulling him down quickly.

The boy's legs and waist were quickly swallowed up. He looked up and saw that the pain of cutting bones and removing flesh did not appear in the cold and white little face. He just looked at her calmly.

Silent stare.

The eyes kept magnifying, dark, clear as the moon, the light was slightly silently annihilated, and the despair like the deep sea inside made Sang Li's body hurt.

Suffocating, deep intoxication.

Sang Li rushed to the edge of the cliff, saying sorry, "I'm sorry," she wanted to hold him up."

But he just flew from the bed to the ground and finally woke up from the nightmare.

Smack

Sang Li turned on the dim desk lamp on the bedside, the haute couture retro lace, and the dim light spilled down.

She didn't bother to fall off the bed and knock her numb arms, and trembled with her hands to bury her head, and her body was still shaking unstoppable.

It has been five months since she completed the task.

In the first two months, she was still immersed in the excitement of her obsession. After all, the reward of 300 million seems to finally erase part of the shadow of the growth of the watershed of her ten-year-old life.

But from some point on, she couldn't sleep well all night, and always dreamed of Qu Qingmian and the three years she spent with him.

Gradually, I repeatedly dreamed of pushing him down the Black Abyss Cliff.

She fell into a nightmare of physical and mental exhaustion and dared not fall asleep.

The pain of being unable to hold on to the point of waking up after falling asleep made her almost collapse.

Sang Li buried her head in her knees, and her hand was deeply curled into her thick long black hair.

She overestimated herself.

He pushed Qu Qingmian, who was shaking and covered in blood, down from the Black Abyss Cliff with all her courage and conscience.

I knew that it was just a character in a book, and I knew that the young man would slaughter endlessly in the future and completely destroy the original book world.

What she did was just to clear the bugs in that book.

But the three years he spent together were too real, and he was clearly a flesh-and-blood person.

It has long been a mess to regard it as the original intention of a paper man.

What's more, Qu Qingmian has no choice at all. There is no warmth in a place like the dark field. He cannot live like a human being, and the malicious suppression of the way of heaven has always existed.

Even she had only one idea at first, to complete the task and kill him.

It seems that no one can tolerate him. When he has done nothing, he will do his best to persecute him and think that this is justice.

Sang Li clearly remembered that when he bought the boy, he walked out of the dark scene, stood in the sun, and raised his pale arms to cover him.

Those eyes adapted to the indoor lights. They had never seen the sunlight for many years. They were so thorny that they could hardly open it. However, they still looked up through their fingers greedily.

The touch that appearance brought to her was always very clear.

He even had a luxury to the sunlight that most people are commonplace, struggling on the verge of dying again and again, but just wanted to survive tenaciously.

It was such a boy who gave him hope for freedom and life, but he killed him with his own hands.

Sang Li unconsciously pulled her hair tightly and fell a few pieces, which were particularly distinct on the milky white fine cashmere carpet.

She accepted her fate.

It seems that it also takes talent to want a hard heart.

Sang Li believes that she is not a kind and good person, but the facts prove that she still can't pass this psychological level.

The guilty feeling tortured all day long, and the lingchi was repeated over and over again.

She deserves to be poor and deserves to be a rich man who is free and happy.

Sang Li suddenly raised her head and straightened her hair. Her cat-like eyes gradually became firm.

"System, I want to wear the book again," she asked without asking if it is OK, but asked directly, "I am willing to pay any price."

She has always believed that she would do what she wanted to do, even if there were thousands of difficulties and obstacles, even if she lost everything.

Electronic sounds without any ups and downs in the mind sounded in the mind.

"Working through the book again, you will lose everything you have now, and this system has left the server main body since the date of completion of the task, and will no longer be able to provide various substantive and useful help to the host in the future.

What is your demand for choosing to wear a book again?”

The room was sleeping peacefully incense, and Sang Li leaned against the soft leather bed and looked around, without any nostalgia for the various high-quality luxury goods in the villa.

I once had it and lost it, but now I lose it again is nothing, it doesn't belong to her.

She missed the days when she lived in a small village with Qu Qingmian. It was a bitter but rare period of peace. After dinner, they often walked through rice fields and took a walk in the setting sun to digest food.

There is a large area of ​​gorgeous red glow in the sky, and the light golden sunlight reflects on the face of the taciturn boy. The uncarved wildness cannot conceal the exquisiteness of his facial features.

Sang Li smiled when she saw him laughing for the first time.

The purity without any impurities is revealed, and the sweetness that penetrates into the heart like a mountain stream.

It was a smile that opened my heart to her and absolutely trusted.
To be continued...