Shen Mubai was indeed stabbed to death by the misunderstanding of the mistress, when she returned to the real world and received this memory, she was still a little bit overwhelmed.
"System, are you still there?"
The system said, "You have completed all the tasks, and we will not be bound together again in the future."
Shen Mubai suddenly felt sad, "Then you are going to find another host?"
The system was silent for a while, and said quietly, "There won't be any more."
Shen Mubai, "What?"
The system said silently, "Don't you know? Your man destroyed the space-time department, and I was free."
Shen Mubai was shocked, such an understatement, just... just gone
The system disappears.
She became an ordinary college student again. When a man appeared on the school podium, she stared at him in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.
Although the face is unfamiliar, Shen Mubai can still recognize that this is her man.
We have experienced many worlds together and never lost her.
Under the eyes of many students, the man walked over step by step, looked at the time, and said lightly, "I have already booked the restaurant for lunch, and it is the one you have been reluctant to eat."
...
Shen Mubai always felt that her man, that is, Hughes, was a little familiar, as if he had seen him a long time ago.
Hughes is not a human being, he is an existence that was tried to be obliterated by heaven, because he has power that he shouldn't have.
He has been waiting for an opportunity to lurk, just for one day, he can beat this guy Tiandao so that he will run away when he sees him.
Until I met Shen Mubai.
Hughes pursued the other party instinctively, and was noticed by Tiandao several times during the period.
He is like a cat and a mouse catching a game, while weaving people with love, while teasing the distraught Tiandao.
The space-time department has never been a good thing. The soul that is entangled will work for it for the rest of its life. Those candies are just a blank check.
But for Hughes.
He still doesn't care.
"Have we met somewhere?" Shen Mubai looked at the eyebrows and eyes of the man in front of him carefully, and asked in doubt.
But what he got in return was the expressionless look on the other side, "You think too much."
The appearance is cold, but the possessiveness is always reflected.
Shen Mubai had a dream.
She dreamed about her childhood.
Children who are dependent on others will be treated unfairly and bullied.
Shen Mubai grew up without saying a word, until she could resist and fight back.
She finished eating the ice cream seriously, and lowered her head to pet the stray cat following her.
Lifting his face, he saw a few children in front of him, besieging another with malicious intentions.
A very beautiful child.
It's just that the expression is a little cold, and there is a feeling of squinting and arrogance.
Shen Mubai is not a person with a strong sense of justice, she helps because these children also bullied her.
"Hey, mind your own business."
They bluffed.
Shen Mubai raised his small fist, "What? Come and fight again."
The few children glared at each other, remembering the last time they broke up, they had no confidence, "you you you, you wait for me." Then they ran away.
Shen Mubai walked over, "Why didn't you fight back."
The pretty child glanced at her, turned around and left without saying a word.
Shen Mubai snorted, "It's impolite, I don't even know how to say thank you for helping you."
The pretty kid stopped, "My name is Hughes."
Shen Mubai, "Huh?"
The other party said, "Although I didn't ask you to help me, but one day we met, I can promise you a request."
"But there should be no chance."
Shen Mubai was stunned for a while, watching the figure of the other party disappear from sight.
I thought, this is really a strange person.
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final words
Too many words, too many thoughts, don't know how to express them. This book is about to say goodbye to everyone, and I will also rest for a long, long time, with an uncertain return date.
I used to think about the ending of the story, trying to make it more perfect, but it came out like this, and it took all my energy.
I have lost my original intention, and I can no longer find the original me.
I really want to stick to it for readers who like me, but I feel that what I write now is just perfunctory.
After the new article was updated, I tried to pick it up and write it, and then deleted it all. Every time I sit in front of the computer, I feel a sense of loss. It's like the two books in front of me have consumed too much enthusiasm and imagination, so that the latter is not satisfactory.
I feel that I have failed quite a bit, and I gradually feel that I am losing what the author should have. powerless.
terribly sorry.
The group will disband,
Thanks to the readers who have always supported me, thank you.