Realizing that its host was on the verge of rage, the system weakly escaped.

[Host, calm down!] Calm down! The task is the most important! The task is the most important! 】

"Shut up! Leave me alone! ”

"What a task, whoever likes to do it, go ahead, I can't do it!"

The system coaxed left and right, but Ding Xiaoke just didn't buy it.

In the end, it had to resort to a killer move.

[Host, tomorrow is your last day in this world, and it is also the last day of Murong Hai's life, are you sure you still want to be angry with him? 】

What the!

"The last day of life?"

This news shocked Ding Xiaoke.

She felt that her legs were a little weak, and she clung to the railing so that she would not fall.

"Why is this happening?"

The system was silent.

In this world, the male protagonist's lifespan is only fifteen years old.

It is also for this reason that Ding Xiaoke set this task.

On the other side, after Liu Xiaoqiao returned to his box, he drank bottle after bottle, and finally lay on the table, repeating a sentence constantly.

The companions leaned in curiously to listen, only to vaguely hear clearly.

"I've been dumped, don't think about it......"

**

The next day.

The art exhibition hall in the city center was bustling with a large group of visitors.

They came here to see what the legendary and mysterious painter looked like.

In the past three years, a genius has emerged in the painting industry, with a healing system and a warm painting style, it only took three years to emerge and become a new star painter at the moment, and his reputation is full of popularity.

Today, the mysterious painter will hold an exhibition here, and it will be his only exhibition.

"It's amazing that this painting is all dark in color, but it gives it a warm feeling......"

"I came here overnight last night to participate in this exhibition!"

"Tsk, I've never seen such a remarkable painting!"

Murong Hai sat in a wheelchair, quietly looking at the crowd of people below on the second floor, and when he heard people's discussions, he showed a satisfied smile.

His last wish was finally fulfilled.

Murong Hai's parents stood behind him, but their hearts were extremely heavy.

Xiao Hai suddenly advanced the art exhibition, what it meant, they knew very well in their hearts.

No matter what, they always hold on to a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of a last hope for fate.

"Murong Hai!"

A clear and loud female voice sounded behind her.

He shuddered.

What a familiar sound.

He often dreamed of the witch's voice in his dreams.

The heart began to beat rapidly, as if in a life-and-death duel with time, beating desperately.

The staff helplessly explained, "I said this is a VIP room, but she wants to come in, and she can't stop it at all." ”

Murong Hai's parents turned around, saw someone coming, and shouted in surprise, "Xiao Ke? ”

"Dad, Mom, let's go back."

Murong Hai didn't even look back, and said indifferently.

Murong Hai's parents naturally would not refuse their son's request, shook their heads apologetically at Ding Xiaoke, sighed, and pushed the wheelchair outside.

Ding Xiaoke stopped them, "Xiaohai, I want to say a few words to you." ”

Murong Hai lowered his eyelashes, and he didn't have the courage to look directly at the burning gaze above his head.

"Say it, and then leave."

"I'm going to say it alone."

"I don't want to hear it, Dad, Mom, let's go."

He refused mercilessly.

"If you don't listen, I'll write these words down on paper and hang them on the school bulletin board; Printed as a small flyer and distributed one by one person in the mall; Record it as a small radio and repeat it in our community......"

The wheelchair, which had not traveled far, suddenly stopped.