"Remember Our Deals"

The enchantment closed indifferently, and the system didn't want to say anything at all.

Kwon Heng's temples swelled and ached, and the feeling of a needle piercing his skull resurfaced.

"Don't, I don't want to go into the incinerator, don't poison the needle......"

Kiosk?

The young man's vague dream sounded, Quan Heng suppressed the discomfort, and immediately turned around and moved to the bedside.

Sang Ting clutched the sheets, sweat broke out on his forehead, and the bruises on his wrists were exposed: "No, don't...... No! ”

The iron furnace where the "waste products" of the concentration camp burned burst into flames in front of him, and Sang Ting opened his eyes suddenly, gasped and sat up, tears falling uncontrollably, and his hands trembled.

"Kiosk." Quan Heng said softly, "Look at me." ”

Sang Ting's dazed gaze slowly condensed, and he said in a dumb voice: "Boss......?" ”

"I'm here."

In the next second, Quan Heng reached out to catch Sang Ting, who threw himself into his arms, and the child hugged her tightly, and tears couldn't stop falling:

"Concentration camps, I dreamed of the people I was being in the concentration camps, no...... It's not a human, it's a monster, I was dragged into the incinerator by them, and when I was dying, the beads lit up......"

"Alright, alright," Quan Heng patted him lightly on the back and whispered soothingly, "I'm here, I'm not afraid." ”

"Ahem."

The door was pushed open, and Song Jingyun looked at the scene in embarrassment:

"Well, I didn't mean to see this kid cry."

……

"That's, I'm ......"

Song Jingyun looked at the child who was looking at him vigilantly on the hospital bed, decisively turned his head to look at Quan Heng, and raised the thermos bucket in his hand:

"I only brought one meal here, should I go back and get another one for you?"

Hurry up and agree!! Let Lao Tzu go!!

Quan Heng looked at Song Jingyun's eyes that were so eager to stare out, as well as the extremely obvious hint of wild blinking, and turned his eyes to ignore:

"No, I'm not hungry."

Song Jingyun: "?!" "Angry.

I don't care if you're hungry or not! I don't care if you starve to death!!

"I know you." Sang Ting pulled out the needle tip of his left hand, which was already bleeding, and spoke coldly.

Song Jingyun stiffened his neck, looked left and right, and found that there were no other strangers in this room, so he had to point to himself tremblingly: "Me?" ”

Sang Ting nodded.

Song Jingyun had a hairy hair on his back: "No, no, no, is it because I am a public face, do you admit that you are wrong?" ”

"I won't recognize the wrong person," Sang Ting frowned, his reddish eyes pressed against the shadows, "to be precise, I know your voice." ”

Sang Ting's eyes and tone were questioning, "Your voice has appeared twice in my boss's room. ”

Song Jingyun sighed in his heart.

"You must have heard it wrong!"

Song Jingyun didn't want to refute immediately, "I used to dub part-time!" Your boss designated that he forgot to turn off the sound when he played the game! ”

Anyway, he can't afford to mess with this kid with a gun, and he's afraid of being attacked by American-style freedom.

“？？”

Sang Ting looked him up and down, and the anger around him dissipated a little, and finally hesitated: "Are you sick?" ”

Although he was dressed like a dog and looked upright, he behaved like he had escaped from a mental hospital.

"You're sick!"

Song Jingyun couldn't bear it anymore, and looked at Quan Heng who couldn't help laughing, "You are still laughing!" How do you teach these children? Why do you have to be as angry as you?! ”

"I feel that you guys have a good conversation," Quan Heng helped Mu Jing cut the melon into pieces, "I'll talk about it when you're done talking." ”

Which eye do you see well? You melon-eating masses!

Song Jingyun was furious: "Get out!" ”

"What are you?" Sang Ting instantly exploded, "Isn't it ...... to find death Not. ”

Quan Heng put a small piece of melon into Sang Ting's mouth and took the small iron fork back, "Taste it, it tastes okay." ”

Sangtei turned off the fire and swallowed it peacefully.

"Is it delicious?"

Sang Ting nodded obediently.

"You haven't eaten, it's not good to eat much," Quan Heng handed the fruit plate to Song Jingyun and motioned for him to eat the fruit, "I'll go get you a bowl of sweet porridge later." ”

"Okay, thank you, Boss."

Sang Ting's mood gradually stabilized, and Quan Heng's eyes fell on the wound on the corner of his forehead.

"Let the boss worry," Sang Ting avoided his gaze and reached out to touch the gauze on his forehead, "A dream is ......"

"It's not a dream." Kwon Heng's voice was calm, "It's true. ”

"Do you remember when I said I would introduce you to a friend?"

Quan Heng introduced: "Song Jingyun, a Taoist priest of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, is also a high-level player of the game. ”

Sang Ting hadn't finished receiving the information about the collapse of the worldview, and after listening to Song Jingyun's introduction, his eyes immediately became questioning:

That's it? Just him?!

"What kind of eyes are you?" Song Jingyun was stared at again after eating well, and looked at Quan Heng convincingly, "No, what method do you have to raise children, "Only Powder Cultivation Starts from the Doll" and "One Hundred Thousand Methods of Angry Death"? ”

"How can someone like you know my boss?" Sang Ting snorted coldly, and then looked at Quan Heng, "The boss means that that the world is real, and you and this Taoist priest are also in it?" ”

"I'm here too, Brother Xiaoting."

Mu Jing smiled with his hands on his face, and the silver in his pupils condensed into a clear cross, "I am also a border player, my sister and the elder brother are both, and now you are too!" ”

Sang Ting blinked, looking a little stunned, and couldn't help but wonder: "Is my middle two world?" ”

What world?

"Don't worry, child," Song Jingyun rarely reacted faster than Quan Heng, "You haven't opened your eyes to the sky, and you can't learn seventy-two changes, you can't transform into balala energy magic, and destroy everything on behalf of the moon - you just entered a street lamp capitalist game, working hard to pay the poll tax." ”

Sangtei: "............"

"Okay, I'll go and get you a bowl of porridge first, I have to eat something." Quan Heng smiled, "Let Mu Jing tell you about the border area first, and Song Jingyun and I will go to the restaurant." ”

Sang Ting moved his lips, as if he wanted to stay, and finally just nodded.

"I'll be back soon," Quan Heng reached out and rubbed Sang Ting's head, "It's safe here, no problem." ”

Sang Ting calmed down a little, and Quan Heng motioned for Song Jingyun to go out with her.

"What's wrong?" Song Jingyun closed the door, knowing that Quan Heng deliberately broke away the two children, "What happened?" ”

"When Yin Yuan wore the map, you were stressed by the female ghost, and you had a terrible headache in the end." Kwon Heng asked, "I want to know what is the cause of your headache." ”