Are You OK

[Three and a half hours before death]

Zuo Yunqi came out of the pharmacy and was pulled into the room by the host with a serious face.

The host said: "I need your help."

"What help?"

The original poster said: "The main road is not accessible, we can only walk on the crooked road. Let's practice the beauty trick."

Zuo Yun asked suspiciously, "Who is the beauty?"

The original poster said: "Me."

"..."

[Three and a half hours before death]

Regardless of men or women, the fastest and most effective way to make a non-stupid person stupid is to seduction.

Once a person is picked up, he will somewhat lose his judgment.

The original poster has the initial conditions for seduction: he is handsome.

Jing Huanzhi left him with a fair skin, the appearance of a white-faced scholar, but his lazy muscles and bones brought out a strange romantic temperament.

He is not only handsome, but also rich, very rich.

The original poster's extraordinary IQ is all used to make myself more comfortable.He used to serve the emperor, but later went to Lin Kai. No one stopped him from making a fortune.

Such a poster has never taken the initiative to chase a girl.

[Three and a half hours before death]

The host said solemnly: "I want to practice teasing girls from scratch to confuse Tan Qinghuan."

Zuo Yunqi said inexplicably, "Regardless of whether your plan is reasonable or not, I am not a girl. If you want to practice teasing, you should at least find Doctor Tao."

The original poster said: "Dr. Tao is just a big girl, no matter how wise, how can he be lighter than her?"

Zuo Yun raised up and said, "There are still no girls in the Wulin League."

The host said: "I'm afraid of being beaten."

"..."

[Three and a half hours before death]

The poster tried to persuade: "You were pretending to be a traveler and you deceived me. I think you still have a lot of experience in acting. It is just right for you to practice."

Zuo Yunqi clasped his chest helplessly, "So how are you going to tease?"

The original poster slowly moved closer to him, and Zuo Yun took a step back uncomfortably.

The original poster took a step closer, and Zuo Yunqi was forced to the wall. He only felt that the threatened scene seemed familiar, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes and stare at him.

The host slowly raised his arms to support the wall, trapping Zuo Yunqi between himself and the wall: "How?"

"How about what?"

The original poster said: "Do you feel the blushing heartbeat?"

"..."

"Isn't there?" the host asked troubledly. "This is the first style of our textbook, called Bidong."

"..."

Zuo Yun started and said, "You can't."

[Three hours before death]

The host said: "Then what do you usually do?"

Zuo Yunqi didn't say a word, and poured a cup of tea before going to the case.

When the host thought he had a thin face, and refused to give up easily, he swayed over and said, "I am also thirsty."

Zuo Yunqi picked up the pot and poured another cup, then raised the cup and handed it to him.

The host reached out to pick it up, but the two fingers accidentally touched each other.Zuo Yunqi immediately retracted back like lightning, almost spilling the tea.

The original poster looked at him suspiciously, but saw that he turned his face away.

"..."

The original poster said: "This... don't take it seriously..."

Zuo Yunqi turned his face back and said blankly, "Have you learned it?"

"..."

The host said: "Yes, the play is full."

[Three hours before death]

Zuo Yun began to say: "If you leave, if you want to get away with it, you can slap a good girl-the dudes here all say so. But it's just the superficial skill of some sour scholars."

The original poster said: "You seem to look down on it?"

Zuo Yun got up and said, "My father taught me to grab what I like."

"..."

The host said: "Let's just use the superficial skills of acid scholars."

[Three hours before death]

Tan Qinghuan said, "You are here again."

The host quickly recalled Zuo Yun's head away from the past. For a moment, an Oscar-level worry appeared on his face, but he lowered his eyes at the moment when they met her, and sat down on the chair beside the bed rather forbearingly. It was a struggle before slowly asking: "How do you feel physically?"

Tan Qinghuan smiled weakly: "It's useless to play a warm card."

The host was shocked, and after a while, he said: "I...I'm just worried about your hidden secrets, I'm afraid you can't hold it."

"..."

Tan Qinghuan opened her eyes slightly: "Are you really in the play?"

She was still indifferent, but the host was inexplicably convinced that she was on the road, and hurriedly smiled bitterly: "Is it in the drama...I don't know it myself. After seeing you, my head hurts... …Maybe this interrogation is too nerve-wracking."

Tan Qinghuan was silent.

The original poster also looked down at his fingertips and did not speak.

[Three hours before death]

There was a long silence, just when the host could not help it, Tan Qinghuan asked: "Then what are you going to do now?"

calm.

The host did not hesitate to say: "I have a lot of questions to ask you, and I guess you also have a lot of questions to test me. Why don't we make a game and take turns to ask the next question until the answer is satisfactory? "

Tan Qinghuan closed her eyes and said, "Okay."

The host was greatly relieved, and listened to her: "Then the lady is first. How long can I live?"

Perfect consternation and confusion flashed through the eyes of the original poster.

[Three hours before death]

Tan Qinghuan looked at his face and smiled: "I still have a sense of my state. You are so anxious, I can guess a little bit. Come on, give me a satisfactory answer."

The original poster said: "...no more than three hours at most."

Hearing the verdict, Tan Qinghuan's calm face finally wavered.

The original poster was not in a hurry to express his sadness: "Can I ask questions?"

"please."

The poster left the pioneer group and the Wulin League in his consciousness, and figured out what he should be most concerned about at this time: "Actually, I really don’t know if I am the person you are looking for, and you probably don’t have enough time. Check it out. Why don't you tell me... the story of the person you were looking for. If I think of something, everyone will be happy; if I still can't remember it, I have at least one thought for the rest of my life, knowing that I used to Maybe someone."

[Three hours before death]

The landlord’s luck is always good.

Before the dying bed, each is pregnant with ghosts, it can be said that the time and the place are harmonious.

Tan Qinghuan said slowly: "Just treat it as a last word, I will tell you a story."

The original poster did not dare to speak, for fear that he could not hide his ecstasy.

Tan Qinghuan said: "There used to be two people... just call them A and B."

"..."

The original poster said: "You can't think of a pseudonym, right?"

[Three hours before death]

Tan Qinghuan said: "A loves B deeply, and B loves A deeply. A and B have been living together happily. They could have grown old like this, but one day, A suddenly had an accident. He thought he was dead, but he kept going. He opened his eyes, but he crossed.

"A explored this world named Daliang, and gradually discovered that there are many transversals like him in this world. The existence of the same kind did not give him a sense of belonging. Although he found a way to survive through constant adaptation, In his heart, he always felt that he was a lonely wanderer.

"As the years go by, many traversers have run into each other and form families, and some even find true love among non-traversers. However, A has always been alone, and it has been like this for many years..."

She stopped suddenly and asked: "Why do you think it is?"

The original poster said: "...It is not your turn to ask questions yet."

Tan Qinghuan said: "Oh, then you go out."

"..."

The original poster felt that he had met an opponent.

[Three hours before death]

This kind of lingering eight o’clock story is somewhat familiar to the original poster, and he wonders: “Because he doesn’t know if he is dead or missing in that world when he wears it here... If he is missing, maybe B is still there. Looking for him? And if he makes a home here, he has betrayed B?"

Tan Qinghuan was finally visibly moved.

The original poster cautiously said: "Am I right?"

Tan Qinghuan just said indifferently: "How do I know that I am not him."

"..."

"A lived alone for many years, until he met C. C is also a traverser. The two started talking and felt more and more congenial. After starting to ask each other about their background, they realized that they knew each other in their hometown. C It is a mutual friend of A and B.

"A immediately asked about B's status quo and couldn't wait, but C was vague and took the topic hurriedly. A was anxious.

"After the two reunited for a while, C confessed to A. C said that he had always liked A before, and had never forgotten A over the years. Unexpectedly, God heard his heart and sent himself over. Although A Very moved, but still eagerly asked, what happened to B..."

The host said: "Stop it."

[Three hours before death]

The host said: "You are C. At that time, Jing Huanzhi from the school had already entered the capital, and you finally found A."

Tan Qinghuan watched him silently, and the host knew she had acquiesced.

"Then I want to jump in and ask a question."

His nerves tightened in an instant, as if the bowstring was broken at the touch of a bow, and he seemed to unintentionally ask the crucial question: "Did you come to Daliang, an accident, or an active choice?"

[Two and a half hours before death]

Tan Qinghuan did not speak for a long time, he thought she would not answer.

The people outside the door patiently eavesdropping on the eight o'clock gear are also desperate.

If the enemy is dark, I know, this battle will be defeated.

At this moment, Tan Qinghuan said: "It's an active choice."

The original poster is shocked!

Although there was suspicion in my heart, when the suspicion was confirmed, it was still shocked beyond words!

He tried to suppress the stormy waves in his heart, with only doubts and even disdain on his face: "But, how can it be done? If you can travel through will, don't our junior high schools have large-scale disappearances every day?"

[Two and a half hours before death]

Tan Qinghuan began to smile again: "Of course not by will, but by some manipulation and some luck.

"A's crossing in the original world appeared to be a sudden death. He was not sick, and the autopsy couldn't tell why. C determined that he was killed, and at any cost, he investigated all the details of the Rising Sun Square that day-he died suddenly there. Yes. Unexpectedly, it was the group of'murderers' who found her first.

"They call themselves the pioneer group. C is a scholar who studies the history of war, and they believe that she has the value of being contacted. They offered to tell her the truth on the condition that she must go to another world... to do something for them."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone in and out of the door was in a cold sweat.

The Pioneer Group is not a group of unlucky people who accidentally crossed, but an organization that spans time and space.

Then their power can't be calculated just by the standards of this world.