I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    "If I knew it earlier, I would let go and eat a spicy hot pot today." An Yinong fell to the ground, thinking in a daze.

    I have looked good all my life, and I am so hideous when I die, what should I do?

    The knife stabbed in the lungs, and the artery connected to the heart was ruptured. He seemed to be able to 'hear' the whine of the heart desperately trying to save the body, but was mercilessly drowned by the blood.

    If I can't live, it's too late to get into an ambulance right away.

    "It feels so cold that the blood is slowly flowing out of the body."

    "You stand too high, I can't catch you." The intruder was hugged by the leg, the intruder laughed fiercely, cried sadly, the whole person was twisted, "Please beg Look at me, look back at me, I have liked you for more than ten years!"

    An Yinong was deaf for seven or eight years, but could lip language, he understood the murderer's words, and showed an extremely indifferent smile on his face.

    "You will belong to me in the future, and I will engrave your name on my stone tablet... uh!" As the dagger sank into his back, the murderer's eyes widened, and in his pupils was An Yinong's Reflection, smiling reflection.

    "You like me, what's my business?"

    An Yinong used his last strength to release his hand, and the short dagger in his hand had sunk into the murderer's back, where the pulmonary artery was located, just like An Yinong's injury now.

    The murderer knelt on the ground, obviously wanting to die, but he smiled: "Will others think that we sacrificed for love?"

    "Oh." An Yinong was still indifferent, he pulled out his short dagger, and pushed the assailant away with strength he didn't know where, "Go away."

    The indifferent and merciless contempt directly angered the perpetrator, but the perpetrator had no strength. He glared at An Yinong and wanted to accuse him of something, but he spat out a mouthful of blood .

    An Yinong smiled with difficulty: "If you die, we will be eliminated, and I will forget you."

    He knew how to stimulate this crazy illegitimate fan, so the perpetrator who was not afraid of death showed a panicked expression and shouted: "You can't!"

    "I can and will."

    The perpetrator was so angry that he vomited blood, and the world was about to be dyed red.

    The world was getting dark, An Yinong was panting weakly, and suddenly saw a gilded trophy rolling on the ground, probably rolled down during a dispute.

    'Championship of the XX Youth Singer Selection Competition' with An Yinong's name engraved on it.

    Recalling how high he was when he won the award, he coughed up blood and the corners of his eyes were red, but he was still smiling: Life is too short.

    He slowly closed his eyes: If there is a next life, he wants to live happily, and no one can make him compromise.

    Consciousness drifted in the darkness, I don't know how long it took, and there was light in front of my eyes.

    "Let's break up."

    An unfamiliar voice appeared in his ears, because he hadn't 'heard' anything for a long time, An Yinong was a little surprised, and a little surprised, he felt like a light cloud fell on the ground , solidified.

    The world went from fuzzy to clear, An Yinong heard the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves and dripping soil, the rhythm was so brisk and lively, the wind beat his eardrums and woke him up world.

    How long has it been since I heard something like this?

     Surprised and at a loss, An Yinong stretched out his hand and put his ear gently to listen to the sound outside, his eyes gradually turning red.

    "What is your expression? Threatening me with tears?" The vague shadows are high above, making destructive noises.

    "Shh—" An Yinong, who didn't know whether it was reality or a dream, made a mute gesture.

    The blurry tall shadow in front of him still wants to pull him, the beautiful movement of nature has been destroyed, and An Yinong, who used to have a good temperament in the past, became irritable at this moment: "Stop! Quiet!"

    He covered the mouth that always made noise with one hand, and cherished his ears to the sound of wind and rain, and the sound of water splashes from cars driving over the watery road in the distance.

    It's like a symphony.

    An Yinong's face burst into a bright smile, happiness dizzy from his eyes, spread to the corners of his mouth, and his eyes seemed to flash with tiny stars: Long time no see, voice.

    It wasn't until the clothes were soaked that An Yinong calmed down. He looked up at the tall man with his lips covered, a little dazed: "Who are you? Huh?"

    An Yinong touched his Adam's apple, is his voice such a hoarse smokey voice?

    "Why are you acting stupid?" The tall man pushed his hand away, "I don't know who I am? Zhao Ze."

    An Yinong looked at him carefully, but he was not impressed. He hesitated: "Zhao Ze?" Who is it?

    Break up?

    When did his vision become so bad?

    An Yinong couldn't remember who this person was, he looked around vigilantly, is it some kind of spoof variety show?

    "Have we dated?"

    Zhao Ze, who couldn't hold back his temper a little, said with a black face, "Don't pretend to be crazy, I won't take this set. Because you don't want to break up, you even resorted to amnesia?"

    He grabbed Anon's wrist and clenched it tightly. An Yinong broke away, his expression dark and displeased: "I really don't know you, have you recognized the wrong person?"

    "Don't know me? Even if you make excuses, you should find a good one."

    Looking at his red wrist, An Yinong was in a very bad mood: "I don't know who you are, but if I am the person you are looking for, I can't wait to agree to break up.

    "It is cruel to oneself to be with someone as overconfident and violent as you."

    "Ha," Zhao Ze seemed to have heard a joke, "I am overconfident? Ke Yinong, don't forget how you tried to please me in the first place. I am overconfident, what are you? "

    His confident, righteous, aloof stance is greasy and disgusting, like an overnight dish with a layer of solidified oil.

    An Yinong didn't like this attitude very much, he took a step forward, his half-smiling face was dangerous: "You said I please you?"

    Because of this sudden action, Zhao Ze's heart beat twice, and he was frightened: "What do you want?"

    "Want to punch you."

    An Yinong was soaked wet, the rain dripped from the tip of his hair to his face, and his eyes were moistened with a soft light by the rain, which was very divine and deterrent.

    When Zhao Ze reacted, he had been forced back to the car with his back against the door. His freshly washed car, waxed, was slippery and cold where his fingers touched.

    An Yinong still stared at him, his face was probably a kind of offended displeasure, less humble in the past.

    Zhao Ze even thought that this shy and introverted person would really hit people at this time. Young Master Zhao, who prides himself on being a civilized man who has never fought, couldn't help being timid.

    Impossible, he dared not.

    Zhao Ze told himself that killing the person on the other side was a fake handle: if he really dared to do it, he would not be polite. Moreover, when he moved his hand, he would never want to get up again in this life.

    "Huh?" An Yinong narrowed his eyes, and the people in front of him had a disgusting arrogance and arrogance of the so-called 'powerful'. These people are spoiled by the resources they have, always unbridled. So what resources does this person have? Will it affect him?

    He decided to understand the situation before making plans.

    "Break up, right? Okay, I agree."

    "Huh?" This sentence 'wakes up' Zhao Ze, he saw An Yinong take a step back, his fingers slowly brushed his wet bangs, his eyes were indifferent, abandoning him like trash.

    Zhao Ze was ashamed and angry, and laughed in anger: "No, I don't want to break up again. Are you happy? I won't break up."

    "neuropathy."

    "You're emboldened, Ke Yinong, what do you think you are? Do you believe that I can make you unable to stay in this city?"

    It really is a stupid rich second generation, and the lines are standard brainless.

    Can't stay in this city? Then change the city, what a big deal?

    An Yinong didn't want to communicate with this kind of person who couldn't communicate. He took out his mobile phone to call the police, but found that it was not his mobile phone.

    He seemed to realize something, looked up at the surrounding environment, and found that he was on a winding mountain road, without the village or the store, only a strange black car parked on the roadside, on the ground There is an unclaimed umbrella.

    He finally felt something was wrong.

    "Ke Yinong." Zhao Ze angrily pulled An Yinong, but met those blank eyes, he was stunned for a moment, his high anger was miraculously calmed down.

    "You had sharp teeth just now, what's your expression now? You..."

    "Go away." Before Zhao Ze finished speaking, An Yinong threw out the word "go away".

    His temper that had just been healed reappeared: "Okay, break up, you said it yourself, don't regret it, whoever regrets it is the grandson."

    "Whoever mentioned the grandson, it won't be me anyway."

    The furious Zhao Ze drove away, stepping on the accelerator to 80 yards, An Yinong stood alone in the rain.

    "I don't know people, places I don't know, I don't even know the place names on the street signs... I'm not dreaming, right? Only in dreams can I hear the 'voice'."

    "This is not a dream."

    The wind stops, the rain stops, and the world draws a still sign.

    An abstract Thumb figure appeared out of nowhere, floating in the air with akimbo looking at him.

    "Hello host, I am your exclusive system, you can call me Xiaoqi."

    "System?" An Yinong looked puzzled.

    "Doesn't it feel strange to hear the sound suddenly? Because you have traveled and are standing here as another person. Do you remember when you died? Someone sneaked into your home and hid in In your closet..."

    An Yinong was stunned for a moment, and a **** liquid and a knife appeared in front of his eyes. Old trophies roll on the carpet, Gollum turns, the clock turns, and the world begins to spin.

    "Am I dead?"

    This keyword opened his subconsciously forgotten memory, An Yinong reached out and stroked his forehead, the peace in his heart was disrupted.

    "Do you remember now?"

    An Yinong put down his hand: "What purpose did you bring me here?"

    "Help me with the task!" The system waved its hand, and several distorted pictures of children's graffiti appeared in the air.

    "This is a work." It refers to something similar to a book or picture, "This work has become a world for some reason. However, due to some problems in the work itself, this derivative world is caused Deformed, like a bubble, pop, burst."

    The system draws a burst bubble.

    "What's the problem?" An Yinong asked.

    "Take this world as an example, as the second protagonist 'Kenon' resists fate and refuses to return to his place, and at the cost of disappearing, I hope the first protagonist will feel the pain and regret what he did everything that happened."

    "...Love break up and break up, the consequences are so serious?"

    "I am the auxiliary system, and you, dear tasker, your task is to replace him."

    "Instead of being broken up?"

    "No," the system said meaningfully, "hit this man in the face instead of him. Step on this self-righteous and defiant guy under your feet and ravage him."

    An Yinong crossed his arms and took a step back: "I refuse."

    "Huh?"