An Qi felt that his hand was already lingering on the neck that was so tender that it seemed to break at the slightest pinch, he had returned from hell, but hell was too cold, so cold that he wanted to drag the whole world into it, including the light that he had hoped for when he was naïve.

-------black box

In fact, is An Qi, the target of the raider, in love with the original owner? Anxin doesn't know, after all, the two have never been together, and the number of exchanges is not as many as Anxin's talking to college classmates, even in the end, the two of them didn't talk about a word about liking, and the most discussed topic was about what they did today, but An Qi had longed for the warmth of the Li family, and hoped that Li Anxin would redeem him, but in any case, he restrained himself in the end and avoided dragging the light into the darkness together, even if he actually really thought that he didn't even believe that he would be redeemed, so he gave up hope, so it was impossible to disappoint himself。

Although Anxin doesn't know if his guess is right, but in fact, just seeing her as a raider here can actually explain something, doesn't it?

In fact, the trouble is not the original plot, the trouble is that the object of Anxin's task is An Qi after rebirth, and the reborn An Qi is actually not completely hopeless, but seeing that in the task released by the system, in addition to preventing An Qi's death, he must make An Qi a painter with a good reputation and leave a name in history, the system, are you sure about the husband? An Qi didn't leave a name in history in her last life, at most, An Qi and An Lang's shocking name have reached the point where she is world-famous as a horror murder painter, although she really wants to believe that the main system is not pying her, but does the horror murder painter have a half-dime relationship with fame? ?

Sure enough, it was too easy to be jealous of what she had done a few times before, so she changed the level all of a sudden, and the jealousy of the system was really snappy.

[The tasks released by the system can be completed, please do not question at will, the host involves insulting the personality and image of the main system, punish once, and leave the punishment for the next task to start. 】

Well, Anxin, who was originally just complaining, covered his mouth this time.

Anxin is only seven years old, because it is November, and he is actually only five and a half years old when he is old, although he should go to school, and he is indeed still in kindergarten, but recently Li Anxin just committed an accident, just had a fight with a white boy in the same block and the same class, and scratched people's faces, in fact, it is impossible for children to fight and shoot to be powerful, but after apologizing, Li Anxin died and refused to go to kindergarten, in fact, they knew what happened, but Li Anxin refused to go no matter what the couple said, if it weren't for the fact that the two of them have been very busy recently, and they don't believe in filial piety under the stick, maybe Li Anxin is lying on the bed and crying now when she does this, but she didn't, so she was recently taken to the office of the middle school by Li's mother and let her stay there.

In fact, it is also Li's father and Li's mother themselves who know that the state they live in has always discriminated against people of color, although it is not very serious, not as terrible as other states, but it is enough to make people frown, at least occasionally a white man with a little money kills a black person here It is true that as long as you lose a little money, you can pass it completely without incident, Li Anxin is young and young, so usually Li's mother and Li's father are also very careful, especially recently it is the football season, the atmosphere is particularly fanatical, and many people are making trouble every day, so Li Anxin will stay in the office, some colleagues are quite reliable, and if there is anything, they can also have it, but this result caused Li Anxin to have no friendsWhen she was in kindergarten, the teacher also said that she was a loner and had her own personality.

This inevitably caused them to spoil her a little more, which caused that no matter what Li Anxin proposed, as long as it was not too excessive, the couple would try their best to agree and make their daughter happy, but fortunately, Li Anxin was just eccentric, not arrogant, otherwise the couple would not be helpless but have a headache.

Although it was decided to let his daughter go to see the bird, Li's father and even Li's mother, who had never spoken, were still a little uneasy, so they told her to rest assured, that is, to make her obedient and not to run around.

Anxin agreed very obediently.

Of course, she is also very well-behaved, she really looked at the snow-white parrot under the leadership of Tina, and did not disobey Li's father and Li Muyang, and after watching the parrot, she obediently asked Tina to send her back to Li's father.

There are many classrooms in the university, and Father Li is a bishop in this school, because of his high education and deep qualifications, and he was recommended by a well-known person from a well-known university, it is not impossible to have a common lounge, so Father Li still has classes, so he threw peace of mind in the lounge and threw her a picture album directly, regardless of whether she could read it or not.

Well, Li's father firmly believes that he and his wife have artistic cells, and their daughter must be blue than blue, but in fact, in addition to seeing what color a painting is made of...... She really couldn't understand anything else.

Li Anxin was bored flipping through the album, she didn't have to do anything, she was on time, and she heard the door open with a click in Li's father's private and independent small studio next door.

Anxin jumped off the chair with his little short legs a little hard, and when he opened the door of the lounge, he saw a handsome young man wearing a wide and ill-fitting jumpsuit who was turning his head and looking at him quietly, and his beautiful glass-like eyes seemed to be clearly reflected in her.

It's the clumsy appearance of the little short hands and short legs, which looks really stupid.

The little boy glanced at it and turned his head without emotion, opened the door of the studio and walked in directly, so no one noticed that his hand holding the doorknob trembled slightly, stood still and thought about it, took the album from the lounge, and followed in.

The boy didn't pay attention to her, but replaced the easel with new drawing paper and began to compose directly on it.

Anxin didn't speak, but took out a candy from his pocket, thought about it, looked around, and then directly put the candy on the table where it would not be hindered, stood in place and thought for a while, put away the grape-flavored candy, replaced it with an apple-flavored one, and then sat back in his original position satisfied, and continued to eat candy and flip through the album with a wink.

She used to look like this when she was a child, An Qi carefully recalled the scene in her mind about this childhood scene, but when she thought of it, it was all small short legs, it seemed that in her impression, in addition to the genetic mutation of her growth, she was wrinkled with a bun face when she was a child, and the little short legs tried to bounce in front of everyone, including him, there was no other adjective.

She looked quite serious, when An Qi turned her head, she saw her curled eyelashes casting a beautiful shadow on her white and tender face, and her round white and fat fingers pressed the corners of the book, looking quite serious, but An Qi remembered that even if one of his parents was a middle school art teacher, and the other was a university art professor, he was not rendered to any special skills about art since he was a child, and the most strange thing was that the only thing he learned in the end was to distinguish between the truth and falsehood of the painting and how many colors were used in this painting, what color, so that people who knew couldn't cry or laugh, and the college major he chose when he grew up was still a mathematics department, which was really different from the teacher。

The only thing that is the same is that this person also became a teacher later? An Qi thought a little strangely, a shallow smile appeared in his eyes, but this shallow smile quickly dissipated because of the startled sound of the little girl turning the page, turned his head, took the pen, and returned to an indifferent appearance.

He was a little worried that he would be found looking at her, but after a long time there was no sound behind him, he was a little disappointed, but soon he felt disgusted because of the disappointment that appeared in his heart, and he held the brush to calm himself for a long time, the pen was held tightly in his hand, but he never made the first stroke.

He hadn't held a paintbrush for a long time, An Qi was a little sudden, since he found out about that disgusting thing, he couldn't sleep well and had nightmares all night, painting all night, watching his little girl send him text messages worried about him, even if he knew that there was no other superfluous meaning, that time was also his happiest moment, but his happiness was really short-lived.

When the so-called father, like discovering true love, put his mother, who would rather suffer domestic violence and become a prostitute than return to his biological brother, who actually has serious mental problems, in captivity, leaving his original wife and children behind, and then after discovering that her mother had a heart attack, he wanted to take out his heart and give it to that woman, there is no doubt about it, even if he actually left that sick family a long time ago, moved out to live by himself, began to support himself in junior high school, and never accepted him as his father, even if this so-called father took care of himself in the way he thought he was good, in fact, he really has peace of mind has never been uncommon.

So he really wasn't surprised at all when the man said that he wanted to give his heart to that woman, in fact, he was to let him give his life, and he didn't feel sad, but he couldn't let him die, to be honest, even if it was so-called filial piety, when he saw that his mother didn't care at all and let the man who forced him into his mother's room, and then he could go out and leave him alone with that man, he actually didn't even bother to have superfluous emotions for her.

He didn't want to know what she thought, and he didn't even bother to care about the dirty love between her and her biological brother who killed her biological parents and died without repentance, but when that man's hand reached out to that person, and even used it to make him agree to the despicable appearance, he felt unbearable, unbearable and shameless that he would hurt her, and it was even more unbearable that he still had the same shameless and despicable blood on his body as shameless and despicable as that man.

If such a person can survive in this world, and can also use it to harm other innocent people, why can't someone kill such a person in advance?

He should have died a long time ago, why is he still alive in this world, digging out the insatiable heart of greed, stuffing it into the hands that always do evil, taking out the brain that always has stupid thoughts, putting it in the mouth that cannot be satisfied, cutting off the hands that are always commanding others, and putting them beside him, right?

He didn't want to say anything if he did it for others, he was actually very satisfied with what he did, when he did this, he felt that his brain was very calm, but his heart was spread by darkness, as if he had torn off the chains of the beast that had been suppressed in his heart, he only felt a sense of relief in his heart, and he didn't have any regret and hesitation in his heart when he started, and he didn't do it after he started, like a natural executioner, he calmly cleaned up the scene, and carefully imagined all the alibi proofs and responses, but he who had turned the painting into a murderer probably couldn't pick up a clean paintbrush again。

Therefore, An Qi looked at his bony hands, so why did a person like him with blood on his hands let him be reborn? He felt that hell was also very good, An Qi thought about it and put the pen back.

He will never hold a paintbrush again for the rest of his life. 166 Reading Network