Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 1115 Reality (5)

  Fu Beizhe suddenly couldn't hold it anymore, and for four years tried every means to endure it and comfort himself.

   Over time, feelings will fade.

  He can feel less uncomfortable.

  But those **** lied to him, it hasn't faded at all, it's still as bright as a knife, piercing his heart every day.

  Fu Beizhe bent his body, but his straight body was finally crushed.

  He felt his heart beating violently, his limbs were cold, and in the cold winter weather, his head was covered with cold sweat.

   Every time he thinks of her dying, he always reacts like this.

  Fu Beizhe felt that other people's reactions to quitting opium were not as painful as his.

  He felt like he was addicted too.

   Addiction to her.

   She is dead, he can only quit.

  But this process was too long, and he really couldn't stand it anymore.

  He doesn't want to think about her anymore, miss her.

  Especially thinking about the time of losing her, it will last his whole life.

  This man who can deal with thousands of troops and piles of dead bodies indifferently on the battlefield.

  Suddenly I started to get scared.

  The adjutant knocked on the door, but found that there was no answer. With important documents in his hand, he could only push the door open and was about to make a sound.

  But found that the young commander of their family was standing by the window, his body was almost bent, as if he was in great pain.

  The adjutant exclaimed, Young Marshal.

  Fu Beizhe raised his head fiercely, his eyes were red, and his violence and despair made people feel fear.

  The adjutant was frightened.

  But soon, Fu Beizhe straightened his body again, the violence in his eyes disappeared, and the cold calm remained.

   He asked: "What is it?"

  Adjutant Na Na said: "The news from the south..."

  Fu Beizhe took the document away from his hand with a blank expression, "I will read it, there is a meeting tonight, you go and inform other people."

  The adjutant nodded immediately, "Yes, young commander."

  The adjutant went out, the snow made him shrink his neck coldly, he couldn't help but look back.

  But I saw Fu Beizhe standing in the room, his eyes didn't know what he was looking at, but he didn't know why it gave people a sad feeling of loneliness.

  The adjutant didn't dare to take a closer look, so he could only pretend not to know and left in a hurry.

  Three years later, Li Xinghe, who was far away in another country, suddenly received an urgent telegram.

  He took the boat back on the same day with simple luggage.

   After returning home in a hurry, he rushed directly to the hospital.

   When he saw the man lying on the bed, he almost didn't dare to recognize him.

  He is skinny, his body is so thin that not a trace of flesh can be seen.

  The short, shiny black hair also lost its luster, even with white hair in it.

  Fu Beizhe has a lung problem, which is said to be caused by long-term smoking. Of course, his long-term self-abuse lifestyle is also related.

  Li Xinghe didn't know what emotion was in his heart. This man who defeated him is now only one step away from death.

   Or relying on medical equipment to live longer, but it is just torture.

  Fu Beizhe's vigilance still hasn't lost.

  He opened his eyes when he heard the sound of the chair being moved away. There was no cloudiness in his eyes, but terrifyingly calm.

  Li Xinghe is not afraid of him either.

  He said bluntly: "Why do you want me to come back? Do you feel that I am going to die, and I am living well and jealous, and plan to kill me before I die."

   These seven years have been difficult for everyone.

  All his feelings were wiped out, and the name Bai Weiwei was like a curse after her death.

   Heavy and tragic.

  Fu Beizhe struggled to raise the corners of his mouth, "None of those little **** have the guts, but you can."

  Li Xinghe looked at him a little strangely.

  Fu Beizhe pointed to a gun on the table next to him.

   "You give me a ride."

  (end of this chapter)