Chapter 146: Can't live anymore

Pei Ran always felt that he would not cross into this world for no reason. After all, this kind of thing is too illusory. There must be some mysterious power behind it that is secretly controlling everything. He didn't expect it to be true.
System...
The standard system of the legendary protagonist...
Pei Ran almost thought that he had a hallucination for a moment. He suppressed the excitement in his throat, got up from the ground and walked into the bathroom, then clicked and locked the door twice, leaning against the tiles, breathing hard, looking in the constricted space. In a circle, he asked tentatively: "System?...Is it your system?"
The tone that hadn't been seen for a long time caused the system monarch to fall into silence. It pondered for a moment, and finally determined that he had never seen Pei Ran before, and then he appeared with a ding.
[Hello, dear host, the interstellar self-improvement system is very happy to serve you~]
A ball of blue light, different from the dull scarlet outside, quietly releases the healing light, and makes people unconsciously calm down.
Pei Ran's heart suddenly began to beat at extreme speed. He covered his heart with his hand, and his pupils unconsciously expanded a bit: "Do you have space?"
[Dear, no one]
Pei Ran's intuition was not good, and her expression was a little subtle, and she continued to ask: "Then...Can you give me powers?"
[Dear, can't it]
Pei Ran's hand clenched the collar unconsciously: "Then when I am about to die, will you save my life?"
[Dear, I'm sorry, the system master does not have this ability]
Pei Ran: "..."
Across a door, the atmosphere outside was also turbulent. The hedgehog-head boy died, and even the remaining red-haired boy was helpless. He shrank in the corner, clinging to his food, his eyes were alert. Searching around, the whole person looks a little nervous.
The most common thing Feng Tang does every day is to wipe the knife. He lowered his head, and with his calloused hand, he held the white handkerchief and swept the blade down and wiped the blood on it, revealing a dazzling cold glow. He squinted, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, his movements stopped suddenly, his eyes locked on Qu Yan beside him like an eagle.
The conflict came without warning.
Feng Tang suddenly got up, his sturdy figure was extremely oppressive. He walked up to Qu Yan, then grabbed his collar and easily pulled the thin young man up and pressed it firmly against the wall.
"It's your hands and feet—"
Feng Tang's eyes were sharp as a knife. He lowered his voice and repeated again: "It's your hands and feet."
The boy with the hedgehog head was too strange to die. When the zombie group came, it was clear that Qu Yan was the last one, but the zombie avoided him who was closest and chose to pounce on the boy with the hedgehog head. This was not logical.
The situation was urgent at the time and Feng Tang had no time to think about it, but his keen insight made him realize that things were not so simple. After returning, he found the clues after he came back.
Hearing this, Qu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly without a trace. It seemed a little surprised that there was a smarter man among the bunch of idiots. He leaned against the wall like boneless, and slowly showed a sickly smile at Feng Tang. The complexion is pale, and the eyes are more and more bottomless.
Feng Tang didn't care about the life and death of the hedgehog head boy. He just wanted to know why the zombies wouldn't attack Qu Yan. Seeing that the other party was silent, his expression was gloomy, and he slammed Qu Yan's abdomen with a fist, and the latter snorted like pain. Lowered his head.
"Say or not?"
Feng Tang's movements almost violently forced him to raise his head, his dark arms burst with blue veins, Qu Yan's face was mixed with pain and smiles, his thin lips curled up with a strange arc, he tilted his head to look at Feng Tang, squinting slightly. Just not talking, silently stirring the other side's anger.
Meeting those eyes, Feng Tang's brain buzzed, and for some reason it was suddenly blank. He even got up slowly with his movements. He shook his head vigorously, and finally returned to a bit of clarity. He was about to say something, only to hear a click. , The bathroom door was opened.
I don't know what happened inside, Pei Ran is now like a silent volcano, with clouds on his face, anyone with a discerning eye can see that his mood is not very good, as if he is pressing against anger, his jaw line is tight.
As soon as Pei Ran pushed the door out, he saw Feng Tang pressing Qu Yan against the wall with a grim face. He paused and let out a sigh of relief. Then he untied his necktie and leaned against the wall. Looking emotionally at Feng Tang: "What do you want to do?"
The voice was light and fluttering, which could be called mild, but inexplicably made people feel the signs that the mountains and rain are coming and the wind is full.
Feng Tang heard that, as soon as the power in his hand was loosened subconsciously, Qu Yan's figure fell to the ground. He covered his neck and coughed hoarsely. He lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but his movements were very scared and panic, like grabbing for help. Straw, half-rolling and half-crawling ran to Pei Ran's side, a pair of thin hands helplessly gripping his trousers, maybe because of fear, his whole body was shaking slightly.
Feng Tang saw it, and in Qu Yan's dark eyes, there was a flash of sarcasm.
Seeing Qu Yan kneeling halfway at his feet, Pei Ran tried to shrink into a ball, inexplicably remembering that his cousin in his previous life was also seventeen or eighteen years old. He drove a luxury car all day to pick up girls and drink. He was the treasure of his parents. I don’t know how much moisturizing I live, it’s really different from others.
Master Pei Ran’s temper is still rooted in his bones. No one has messed with him these days, but he was poked into a deadly hole by the messy system just now, and hit this again. Now it’s like a human-shaped volcano. He squinted. He took out a cigarette from his shirt pocket, but didn't smoke it, but broke it in his hand, and the brown tobacco fell to the ground.
Pei Ran stared at Feng Tang and flicked the last piece of cigarette to his feet. The calm voice was surging, "I don't want another time."
Years of customer relationship made Feng Tang still a little obedient to Pei Ran, and there was a young master in Pei’s family who worked in the army. After balancing the two phases, Feng Tang glanced at him and finally returned to his position. on.
When Zhou Cangming saw this, a look of disappointment flashed across his face. It was probably a pity why Feng Tang didn't fight Pei Ran, otherwise with his skill, Pei Ran would not die or be disabled.
Pei Ran's mind is now full of the bad news of the "self-reliance and self-reliance" that the system just said. The whole person is already in a trance, otherwise he would not choose to confront Feng Tangqi head-on.
Pei Ran was about to return to his position, only to realize that Qu Yan was still kneeling at his feet, pulling him up from the ground with one hand. The uniform hem of the school uniform was wide, and a thin waistline appeared during the tugging, with a black green on it. The print is very eye-catching.
This is a cannibalistic world, and courtesy, justice and shame are about to collapse.
Pei Ran had nowhere to vent. He pulled off his red tie, threw it on the ground and smashed his feet, then walked over and took out a bottle of medicated oil from his bag. He was about to lift the hem of Qu Yan's clothes to check his injuries. The person shrank subconsciously and took a step back.
She's not a big girl, so shy.
Pei Ran felt that it was really hard for a good person to do it. Seeing Zhou Cangming was looking here, he gave a disdainful cry, raised his hand to compare his middle finger, and then grabbed Qu Yan and pulled it into the bathroom before the other party didn't react.
"Pei Ran, I x your mother!"
Zhou Cangming kicked the door angrily outside, and the glass windows buzzed.
When Qu Yan saw this, a playful smile flashed across his dark pupils.
Pei Ran didn't notice anything, half leaning on the sink, unscrewing the bottle of medicated oil, and said to Qu Yan: "Take off your clothes."
Maybe it's because of a bad mood, and the voice still has an unnatural coldness.
Qu Yan glanced at him obscurely, then slowly raised his hand, opened the school uniform jacket, lifted the hem of the shirt inside, revealing a thin figure, without breathing, you can see the clear ribs.
Pei Ran poured medicated oil in his palm and pressed it on the black green on his abdomen. He rubbed it again and again. He felt that this man was too thin to rub at all. He lit a cigarette with one hand and squinted his eyes. : "How did your parents raise you, so thin you are like this ghost."
Qu Yan lowered his head: "No parents."
Pei Ran let out a puff of smoke, which happened to fall on top of his head: "You think you are a monkey grandson, popping out of a crack in the rock."
But he didn't ask about this topic again, Pei Ran took off the cigarette from his mouth and shook the ashes and said: "Next time he hits you, run directly, but if he does, he will call me, and I will run with you."
The father of the gold master, let's live and die at the ends of the world.
When Qu Yan heard the words, he slowly raised his eyes. There was no moving emotion in it. Some of them just looked at it without waves, but they were covered with a layer of moving tears: "Why treat me so well? ..."
"Ok?"
Pei Ran is a bit weird. If he wants to rub a medicine, he will treat you well. Is it so easy to be touched? If he takes out the gentleness, care and thoughtfulness that he used to pick up girls in his previous life, would Qu Yan be moved?
Seeing him not speaking, Qu Yan changed his expression again and asked with a smile: "Then do you want to me?"
He was still a clean student, but he said vulgar and nasty things, and his voice was cool, like ice cubes in the water. It was transparent and cold. When he said this, he even had a smile on his face, and he looked a little crooked. people.
Pei Ran was very nervous and didn't feel the weird atmosphere at all. He freed one hand and pressed out the cigarette on the tile. With the other hand, placed on Qu Yan's shoulder, he pulled him to the mirror.
"I like better-looking ones, so don't worry, I won't be tough on you until the wound on your face is all over, and I don't think Zhou Cangming should be that interesting to you now."
There are cracks broken into cobwebs on the glass mirror, and a similarly fragmented face is reflected inside. The left half is pure and vulgar, gloomy and beautiful, but the right half is covered with scars, solidified with dark red blood scabs, like Evil spirits.
Qu Yan watched quietly, his eyes dark and gloomy.
Pei Ran didn't speak through his brain. Seeing his appearance, he realized that he was a bit hurtful afterwards. He wanted to apologize but felt awkward, so he stretched out his hand to pull up his school uniform jacket and turned the collar carefully.
"Man, it doesn't matter if it is ugly, girls love beauty."
After opening the door, he took the medicine bottle and walked out. Qu Yan looked at his back, and slowly stroked his upper face with his right hand. The touch under his palm was uneven. You can imagine how ugly the scar is without looking.
"Ah……"
A sarcastic smile suddenly escaped from his lips, but this time he was facing himself.
Feng Tang retired from the army. The punch was full of strength. Although it was not fatal, it was not easy to bear it. Qu Yan came out holding his stomach, his figure looked a little rickety because of pain, and even his footsteps were slowed down. slow.
Pei Ran is still struggling with the system in his mind, trying to eliminate the misfortune.
Pei Ran: "You go, we two are not suitable."
[Dear, how can I know if I don’t try]
Pei Ran was impatient and buried her face deeply in her palm: "No need to try, you can leave, nothing will help me, what is the use of you, I have never seen such a waste system."
[...People will be sad if you are like this]
"Hurry up after crying."
Pei Ran resented his death. After speaking, he stuffed a biscuit in his mouth, and then was almost spit out by electricity in the next second. His eyes were cracked, and the blue veins on his forehead were violent. He was actually gambling and taking a hard breath while enduring it. With an electric shock, he forcibly swallowed the biscuit with a hideous face.
Succeeded in eating it? ?
The system is silently lost in thought.
Pei Ran's painful hands trembled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, his face was dead white.
Eat a cookie, stamina +1.
Suffered from electric shock, physical strength -10.
I can't live...