Changing your life against the sky?

Lu Zixian hooked his thin lips shallowly, if he could protect her, why not change his life against the sky?

From the moment Shangguan Hanting's blood decomposition report was sent, he had already changed his life against the sky.

"I understand that because I am a healer, I am sure that I don't want to die yet, because I still have a lot of unfinished business, so I will come to the injection in two parts."

"Prof. Lu..."The professor on the other end was still admonishing, and he said earnestly, "Prof. Lu, listen to me, those who change their lives against the sky will not die well if they go against nature." ”

Lu Zixian stretched out his hand and cut off the video directly.

Without the professor's voice, the entire research room seemed quiet, Lu Zixian sat on the sofa, his white and slender fingers flipped, unbuttoned his sleeves, and then he picked up the red test tube and slowly pushed half of the liquid into his veins.

He sat on the couch, his ears quiet, so quiet that he could hear the sound of his own veins flowing.

Soon, a sharp pain came.

It was the blood of the child that collided with the blood in his body.

Lu Zixian's handsome face turned pale in an instant, a dense layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and the whole person fell off the sofa unexpectedly and rolled on the handmade wool carpet.

The professor was right, although he and Shangguan Hanting were brothers and met the basic conditions for blood fusion, the blood of the naked son was too violent and difficult to control.

Lu Zixian's cold black eyes were dyed with a layer of scarlet, he felt that his veins were about to burst, and he let out a painful roar!

Lu Zixian had a long, long dream.

In the dream, he went back to his childhood, when he was still very young and had just learned to walk, and one day, he stumbled while walking and fell directly.

His little hand rubbed against the ground, and a piece of skin broke in his palm, which hurt so much.

At this time, he heard the voice of his father Lu Sijue, who admired his father so much, his father was tall and straight, and he was a generation of business emperors, and his deep and heavy aura always made him love and fear.

He hurriedly got up from the ground and ran to the door, he saw on the lawn, his father had just gotten out of the luxury car, and the eldest brother came.

His father had never hugged him, and when he was young, his eyes were full of tears, and he secretly hid his injured little hand behind him, and he hid behind the door.

From that time on, he learned to stay away.

Stay away and you won't get hurt again.

As soon as the picture turned, his ears began to be filled with all kinds of noises, the fierce quarrels between Aunt Yin Yin and her father, and the various complaints and calculations of her mother Liu Zhaodi.

He opened the scroll, and it was the first and only time he saw his biological mother, Liu Yingluo, in his life.

What a beautiful person.

He felt his heart move, as if something was affecting him in the dark, and he wanted to take a second look, but at this time, his father appeared and directly reached out and snatched the scroll in his hand.

That day, my father was furious, and reprimanded him, telling him not to set foot in this place again, and said that he could not touch the people in the painting.

That's it, all his warmth has withered before it has time to bloom.

That love has never been about him.