Bye Bye - Chapter 95

Ziobai looked at the sickly Cen Jingmo in front of him, the thoughts in his mind were still running.

Cen Jingmo remembered Zhoumu, knowing how he died in his last life, and he had a new life, but he had no self-awareness, and he didn’t know the truth of the world.

This is fundamentally different from Qi Yiliao’s situation.

Cen Jingmo, as a reborn person, seems to be standing on the shoulders of fate, breaking away from the mundane world in which ordinary people are deeply involved, and focusing on things that cannot be explained by science.

Ziabai thought to himself, Cen Jingmo had finished probing, and he was sure that he was not as simple as Wang Chuqiu reborn.

Cen Jingmo was waiting for him to give an answer that was even more outrageous than rebirth.

“Brother, Secretary Qi, you go out, I’ll have a chat with the crown prince.” Ziao Bai squeezed her slightly cool fingers.

Both Zhang Zhen and Qi Huai looked at him, not very agreeing with his decision.

Zibai smiled and waved to them: “Just a moment.”

After the two left, the smile on Zia Bai’s face disappeared. He picked up his glass of wine and was about to take a sip when he thought of promising Qi Yiliao to drink as little as possible.

After a pause, the rice stems were changed to a lighter sip, the wine was too strong, and there was a tingling sensation, he frowned in disgust, and there was a strong scent of wine in his breath: “Prince, I’ll get you the medicine It’s time to be bewitched.”

The surrounding air is quiet.

The fan-shaped silhouette under Cen Jingmo’s eyelids moved lightly, and his black eyelashes opened slowly like wet cicada wings: “Bewitched?”

Ziao Bai nodded, you have been reborn, it is not difficult to accept the evil thing.

“My third brother knows this.” Ziabai sighed, “I often get possessed by evil spirits from time to time and do some inexplicable things.”

He gave two examples half-truthfully: “My third elder brother asked me to go to the temple to burn incense. I went and asked for a safety talisman. My elder brother can testify to this. He went with me. He went down the mountain safely. The rope is broken.”

“I have a special constitution, and the Buddha will not protect me,” Ziabai smiled wryly, “There are always strange evil things possessing me.”

Cen Jingmo stared at him, staring straight at him.

“It might be hard for the crown prince to believe such absurd things, but what I said is true, and I don’t need to make a fuss about it.” Ziabaca said sincerely.

“Possessed?” Cen Jingmo approached him and said quietly.

“Yes.” After Zizania finished speaking, he suddenly smelled the smell of dog blood, and the corner of his mouth twitched. This little fat man wouldn’t think that what just attached to him was… Li Jue from his previous life, right?

Ouch my grass.

Very likely!

Because in this way, all four of his suspicious points can be explained.

The reason why she insisted on going back to Shen’s house and Nancheng was to get close to Shen Erqian.

Seeing myself end up like that in this life, it’s embarrassing.

As for meeting Shen Ernan’s secretary, he was one of the guardians in his previous life, and it’s normal to feel emotional.

Taking medicine is more reasonable.

Except for Cen Jingmo, only Li Jue knew the location.

Hahaha, perfectly posted.

Complete **** beauty!

Ziobac’s breath was filled with the turbid smell of medicine and wine, and he and Cen Jingmo, who was about to kiss him, looked at each other, and caught the terrifying love in the other’s eyes in time.

This guy wants to pry open his head, lick his brains, peel his flesh, gnaw his bones inch by inch, and chew his pieces to see if they feel familiar.

Well, Cen Jingmo decided that Li Jue was in his body, one body and two souls.

“Being possessed by evil spirits must bother you. Burning incense is useless. How about asking a Taoist priest to do it?” Cen Jingmo smiled politely.

Zizania haha ​​in my heart. Cen Jingmo wanted him to leave this body to make room.

“What the prince said is a solution.” Ziobai pondered, “You must also know that my third brother is recuperating, and I want to take care of him. I really don’t feel in the mood to find a Taoist priest. Wait for a while…”

“There happens to be a Taoist priest on the island.” Cen Jingmo covered his lips and coughed, and Danfeng’s eyes were watery.

Zizania: “…” Waiting for him here.

Calm down, Cen Jingmo’s activity level is full, there is no need to engage in it, he is in the “Fate of This Life” group, and I am his confidant to him.

“What a coincidence.” Ziabai looked surprised.

“Yes.” Cen Jingmo was shaking all over, “I also think it’s a coincidence.”

Seeing that Cen Jingmo’s complexion was gray, he was still retching, his stomach was very uncomfortable, and he seemed to be dying, he casually said, “Why don’t you lie down first?”

“Mr. Laojiao, please help me.” Cen Jingmo smiled weakly.

Ziabab helped the Cen medicine jar to the couch and let him lie on the thick woolen blanket: “I’ll go and tell your people to call the doctor. The doctor must be with you.”

The T-shirt was pulled, and Zibai turned around.

Cen Jingmo said softly, “Mr. Jiao, we haven’t finished talking about what to do.”

Ziobai pulled the material from Cen Jingmo’s fingers: “Don’t worry.”

Cen Jingmo’s expression was calm: “The body is occupied, it sounds terrible, Mr. Jiao, don’t you want to get rid of it as soon as possible?”

Ziobai didn’t miss Cen Jingmo’s gloomy calm.

I don’t want to be in this life, but I have to find out the secrets of the world, and if I smell something, I will find the one in my previous life.

To put it simply, it’s called being sick.

To put it more complicatedly, Cen Jingmo’s life trajectory is changing.

In the second week of “Broken Wings”, among the eight friends, not only Cen Jingmo, but Shen Er’an and Zhang Zhen also got rid of the original plot setting, and life has more things that the original book does not have.

Including Li Jue, his morbid obsession faded away, and he was no longer entangled with Shen Er’an for a lifetime.

Not to mention Qi Zizhen, his personality has changed the most, he also underwent plastic surgery, added a setting of split personality, has a petite wife, becomes the son-in-law of the Cen family, and settles abroad.

And Shen Ji confronted Qi Yiliao, was seized by his son, stepped down early, and his official partner has not yet appeared, who knows what will happen later, in short, the trajectory of his feet is not exactly the same as the original book.

As for the Yu family brothers Jiang Yan and Liang Dong who are not on the friend list but have more ties to Ziabai, the first two were not explained in the manga, and Ziabai doesn’t know if there is any difference between them in the second week’s project and the first week’s project.

The smog in Jiang Yan’s life has been swept away, and he will get better and better.

Liang Dong is tragic, he didn’t die for love, but revenge and drugs gnawed at him, but he is still young, the ending has not yet come, everything is unknown, so far, his character setting has also changed.

The changes of these people were all driven by Zizania’s butterfly effect. They were redeemed by him, or they went to another track outside the original book.

Only Qi Yiliao didn’t go through the plot in the first episode, his awakened self-awareness is like a barb growing on the original comic book.

The authority of the world consciousness has been challenged. It does not allow the thorn to exist, but it cannot pull it out. It can only prevent the thorn from growing.

When it came to the second week, it deliberately made it difficult for Qi Yiliao.

Just let him watch other people who abide by the outline setting of the first game change in the second week.

The Butterfly Effect affects him only by small things, and the important settings are simply unshakable.

How many people have I saved intentionally or unintentionally, what happened to one more Qi Yiliao…

Ziobac showed a wry smile and worry unknowingly.

The gaze cast on the couch was first suspicious, probing, and then excited, hot, and crazy.

“Small…”

What’s the matter, the dog’s blood stand-in rolls, the emotion between Zibai’s eyebrows disappears in an instant, he is condescending, his eyes are bright and distant: “What should I do?”

Cen Jingmo looked up in a daze.

“I can’t let evil things take over my body, then I’ll become a lonely ghost.” Ziobai turned to go to the chair, and suddenly felt a pain in the back of her neck.

That feeling was experienced last September, exactly the same.

Tranquility gun.

Cen Jingmo had a heart attack a few minutes ago, and now he actually hugged the bamboo shoot that fell backwards.

Ziao Bai’s body was vacated, he thought drowsily, in this ancient-style dog blood manga, 1 is better than 0, and all accessories are better. Even a sick ghost can hug his princess!

Cen Jingmo walked to the bookshelf in his arms, and he kicked a book.

A hidden door is revealed.

Before Zibai’s consciousness disappeared, he remembered one thing. When he was reading comics, he shed a few tears for Cen Nan.

Goodbye to you.

“Prince, the hexagram shows that there is no viscera in his body… no evil, no, there is no second soul.”

“There really aren’t two.”

“Wait, let me see again!”

“…”

“Help!”

“…”

“I, I, I, I was wrong, he has two souls, two!”

The old voice was terrified.

“What is the other soul like?” At this time, another feminine question sounded.

“Yes…it’s a woman, she’s crying, she said she misses the prince very much, that must be your late lover…don’t kill me…don’t come here…ah—”

The screams soon weakened, leaving only the dying begging for mercy.

“boom”

There was a muffled and heavy gunshot.

It was at this time that Zibai’s sinking consciousness rose up. Before he opened his eyes, his first reaction was that his wrist hurt, as if he had been cut open by a sharp weapon, bleeding out.

The second reaction was that there was something stuck on his face, it was a talisman paper, and there was more than one piece. Because the taste of the talisman is strong, it is next to his mouth and nose.

Immediately afterwards, he felt himself soaked in water.

not water.

It’s fishy, ​​it’s blood.

Zizania suddenly opened the heavy eyelids, and the eyes that drooped were dark red, as thick as plasma.

Black dog blood? !

It’s all in a big wooden barrel.

This time Zibazania was really covered in dog blood, and his mouth seemed to still have that taste, and it was very likely that he had been gulped a few times.

The sound of a heavy object being dragged away reached Ziobai’s ears, and he closed his eyes immediately before he could check his surroundings.

A footstep came from not far away and stopped beside the barrel.

Cen Jingmo looked down at the people in the wooden barrel, his eyes were disappointed, ferocious, with memories in his sadness, and he didn’t know what it was after that.

Zibai was worried that he would be nervous and exposed, so he began to think about other things to divert his attention.

Most of the flowers and plants in the front yard of Lanmo Mansion have sprouted and grown.

In September, he will enter the University of Medical Sciences.

When he returned from his trip to the island, Qi Yiluo might wake up.

…

Cen Jingmo came prepared, the Taoist priest he invited must have a lot of skills. But Taoist did not find the soul he wanted.

He still won’t kill me.

Don’t kill, just observe slowly, it’s much more interesting than killing, one by one.

For Cen Jingmo, it was a question that he had seen something strange but couldn’t solve it no matter what.

Grass, don’t you want to shift your attention to other places? Why did you think of this again?

Ziao Bai was controlling her heartbeat, and she had an extra hand around her neck.

The joints of the hand were thin and hard, and the palm was cold.

No effort.

It was just a moment of stroking softly, one side of the thumb stroked the beating of his pulse, once, again.

Cen Jingmo held Ziababa’s fragile and slender neck, but never broke it, he is really a good man.

Knowing that this person was pretending to be unconscious, he didn’t clean up the other party and the Taoist priest together.

Cen Jingmo tore off a stack of talisman papers from Ziao Bai’s face, touched it for a long time and crushed it between his fingers, he laughed, his breathing trembled slightly, and his eyes were scarlet.

There was a choked sob in his throat.