The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

But when Fu Ci opened his eyes and saw the lingering person in his memory lying beside him, smiling peacefully at him, reality and memory were intertwined, creating an unrealistic scene.

It took him several days to get used to it. The "savior" that others called was actually the maker of the disaster. The two identities overlapped wonderfully.

Fu Ci's gaze remained on the black-haired boy without a moment's hesitation, perhaps because of the surprise and shock in his eyes, he continued: "From the moment I recalled the past, I swore I would never do it again. Let you get hurt, whether it comes from people or zombies, and protect you to go through this life safely, no matter how long or short it is."

Fu Ci gently pulled him into his arms, resting his chin on the top of his head, and brushing his hair lightly over Bai Lin's cheeks: "I'm sorry, I regret it very much, when I saw Xiao Lin lying on the experimental table, I wished I could kill him." Myself, I'm sorry..."

The wet touch ran across his cheeks, and the warm liquid all reminded Bai Lin that the person hugging him was crying.

In a trance, a memory slowly unfolded.

In the picture, a teenager in a white shirt is drawing in the room. Suddenly the door is opened, revealing an immature face. The baby fat has not completely faded, and there is a bit of childishness when he smiles.

"Hi, I'm Bai Lin, please give me your advice in the future."

The boy holding the paintbrush turned his head slowly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Hello, I'm Fu Ci."

On the window sill, lily of the valley blooms, and the drooping white flowers sway gently with the breeze.

The flower language of lily of the valley, happy return.

However, there is no going back.

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At night, a group of crows flew from nowhere and stayed on the big tree in the camp, showing off their power in twos and threes, the loud cries disturbed people's scalp numbness, Bai Lin lay on the window sill, looking at the fire not far away .

In the light of the fire, there were people all around, reflecting everyone's serious or focused expressions, from time to time a few quarreling words floated over, Bai Lin tried to capture their words but ended in failure.

After all, human beings will not rest assured to hand over their backs to zombies, and now they are locked in a warehouse is the best proof.

On the surface, everyone needs to discuss together, but from their distrustful eyes, Bai Lin has every reason to believe that the final outcome will not be much better than the original world.

Bai Lin's conjecture was confirmed the next day, and they were not given any chance to breathe. When they woke up again, he and Fu Ci had already been pushed to the execution ground.

The so-called execution ground is just a high platform, which is usually used to scout the outside situation, but now it has become the best place to warn everyone.

Glancing at the crowd, everyone had different expressions, but what they saw the most was panic. Bai Lin tried to struggle, but his bound hands couldn't move at all.

Fu Ci's situation didn't get any better, the two of them were tied back to back, feeling Bai Lin's struggle, he tried to turn his wrist, and his ring fingers were tightly connected.

The crow above the head was still screaming, and the hoarse cry touched the hearts of everyone present.

"Father, the task completion status." Bai Lin's tone was very calm.

The system that hasn't shown up for a long time appears for the first time: [There are still the last five favorability points]

At the last five o'clock, Bai Lin looked up at the dark clouds rolling towards the sky, time was enough.

Stepping on the first raindrops, Ning Zeyang slowly came into everyone's sight.