Yan Wushu was kicked hard. Although she was a little girl, the strength was not what she should have at this age. He bit his lip and did not dare to cry out in pain.

Seemingly dissatisfied, the immature voice said: "Why is there no sound, are you dead?"

Yan Wushu felt someone touch him from outside the sack.

"Miss, he's still alive. He seems to be in poor health and passed out."

Yan Wushu was stunned in the sack, he didn't faint.

"Okay then, throw him in the abandoned house in the backyard."

The other person didn't seem to move, and it took a long time before he said, "Miss...it's too cold in there, he's going to die."

"Hmph, father and elder brother quarreled over him, so it's not a pity for him to die!"

After a while, she said again: "Forget it, put it in the room next to me, and don't untie the sack! When my brother comes, I will surprise him."

"yes."

Yan Wushu was carried up again, and was finally thrown on a soft place with a sack attached, which he guessed was the bed.

He lay there for a long time, during which time he tried to break open the sack with supernatural powers. He did poke a few holes in the sack, but the ropes that bound his hands and feet were not easy to handle. The material seemed to be very special, but the arrow of determinationRegardless of defense, no matter what material it is, it will not be an obstacle.

What hindered him was the accuracy...

Yan Wushu couldn't control it very precisely. If it was a specific person or an object within his field of vision, he could hit it accurately, but he could only rely on his senses to see what he couldn't see.

It wasn't until it was dark outside the curtain that he untied the rope and broke free from the sack.

It was chilly on the back, and when touched it with backhand, found that the clothes close to the waist and back had been torn a few big holes.

Yan Wushu couldn't control that much anymore, he hurriedly sat up and tried to find a way out.

Just as he was looking at the window to see if he could escape, the door suddenly opened.

"Brother, why don't you come and see~ I've prepared something good for you!" The little girl in a small foreign dress took a slender hand with well-defined knuckles, and pushed open the door violently.

Following her movements, a gentle man with closed eyelids, half-length hair and a short ponytail appeared from the door frame.

Line of sight relative.

Yan Wushu opened his mouth slightly, and turned his head to look at them dully while maintaining the posture of looking sideways at the window. The two people over there also looked at him motionlessly with their eyes open.

The weather was already hot, so he was only wearing a thin white shirt with a few big cuts, and the skin on his back was almost visible.

He was already white, but against the wrinkled white shirt, the exposed skin was even more smooth and tender, like carefully carved suet white jade, suitable for being rubbed with the palms and pulps of fingers.

The slightly opened mouth is moist and full, and the lower lip is a bit fleshy, because of this expression, it looks extraordinarily...

The man closed his eyelids again: "Is this the surprise you gave me?"

The little girl was also dumbfounded. She said "ah" and nodded, "Yes... yes, brother."

"Kids don't need to learn some nonsense, I don't need it."

The gentle man turned around and was about to leave.

The little girl became anxious for a moment, and her head cleared up a lot: "No brother! He is not the sister-in-law I found for you, ah bah, no, anyway, it's not what you think."

Seeing that her brother was about to leave, the little girl shouted, "He is that Yan Wushu!" After saying that, she looked very depressed.Originally, I wanted to surprise my brother and let him guess.

Hearing the word Yan Wushu, the man turned his footsteps and entered the room. The next second, he pushed the little girl out of the door and slammed it shut and locked it.

The younger sister who was slammed outside the door and almost hit her nose couldn't believe it: "?"

Chapter 5

Yan Wushu looked at the young man in front of the door, and quietly moved back.

The young man on the opposite side was tall, but his figure was thin, his eyes were dull, and he always closed his eyelids with an expressionless face. He just stood still, giving him a sense of inorganic indifference.

"Yan Wushu?"

Yan Wushu paused, looked at him and nodded slightly.

His eyes are completely different from those of the young man opposite him. Even in such a dark environment, he can still catch the slight reflected light, and when he looks at people, he tends to open his eyes slightly, appearing focused and ignorant.

"Gong Mingjing." The other party looked at him and said, as if introducing himself.

Hearing this name, Yan Wushu vaguely felt familiar, but couldn't remember where he heard it.

Subconsciously, he felt that this person was not easy to deal with. He was about to ask if he could be let go, when the young man who called himself Gong Mingjing said with a blank expression:

"Which way do you choose to die?"

Yan Wushu opened his eyes wide.

While he was in a daze, he was imprisoned by something he couldn't see. At the same time, the whole room was brightly lit. The light was not dazzling. Yan Wushu could clearly see that the dark room was covered by a layer of white light, and finallyConstitute a boundless virtual space.

It's so big that you can't see the border, but there is nothing. The whole world has only this thin platform, which is grand and barren.

Gong Mingjing stood on the open ground, facing him sideways, as if he was looking up at the sky that did not exist in nothingness, and he asked again from a long distance: "How do you want to die?"

Yan Wushu wanted to say that he didn't want to die, but he couldn't say no matter what.He looked at Gong Mingjing with pitiful eyes.

The handsome, world-weary young man just looked at him indifferently.

There was no other way, Yan Wushu was anxious, held back for a long time and said in a hurry: "I choose to die happily!"

As the voice fell to the ground, the desolate world changed instantly. Yan Wushu was surprised to find that this place had become his own home, not the home of the protagonist Yan Wushu, but his own home.

Gong Mingjing is gone.

After careful observation, he was sure that this was his room. The comics he hadn't finished reading before going to work, his pillow, his figure, and his game console were all neatly placed in the place in his memory.

Yan Wushu was so happy that he didn't care whether the situation was weird or not, he slammed down on the bed and lay there for a while, remembering that this is a maze, he reluctantly got up.

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