MTL - I Have a “System” Halo-Chapter 291 I have a "system" halo

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After entering the room, Mo Fan had not spoken, and his brain suddenly trembled. Xiaohuan awoke from her dormancy. When she saw Ling Ye, she ran away subconsciously, and was calmed by Ling Ye's eyes.

The activation of the ring made the pain in Mo Fan's brain sharp.

"Xiao Fan." Seeing the pain of youth, Ling Yue's calm face showed anxiety. He seemed to want to call but was stopped by Mo Fan.

Xiaohuan said that his memory might be restored.

How powerful Mo Fan's spirit = soul power is now, but this feeling of being forcibly filled in the brain still makes Mo Fan unable to bear the impact, as if he will fall asleep in a second.

Ling stunned, and he heard a voice that was not part of Mo Fan.

"Hug me to bed for a while," Mo Fan said.

Ling Zheng nodded, hugged the youth horizontally, and hurried forward. The action of dropping down was extra gentle, lest the young people who are going through some process at the moment be hurt.

"I can hear your voice." Ling Yan hugged Mo Fan. At the moment, Mo Fan had fallen asleep.

"Uh ... hello." Xiaohuan's voice was murky.

"This is how the same thing?"

Xiaohuan Road, "Since Fanfan is about to restore his memory, why don't I also transfer your memory to you?"

Ling Pai paused and said, "Okay."

Although he didn't know the memory of how he disappeared all the time, but since this is the existence of Xiaofan's trust, he also chose to trust.

******

"You have no heart, I'll give you mine."

Whose voice came from a distance, and gradually became clear after the distance. The person who spoke was calm, but it made people want to cry.

The sound penetrated the darkness, the black in front of me was scattered, and a shadow falling in the air stopped on one of the shoulders, lighting up the whole picture. Under a peach tree in the garden, two young men of the same size stood on the petals falling on the ground, standing opposite each other.

"So, will you fall in love with me?"

A handsome man with black clothes and elegant features fell on the young man in front of his eyes and looked directly into the other's eyes. Youths do not shy away, and there are no waves in their eyes as a result.

"Maybe." The young man in white said lightly.

He had been drinking and appreciating flowers under the tree, but the man wanted to provoke him.

People in white clothes always give people a warm feeling, but the young people look more indifferent in the background of white clothes.

The youth looks very beautiful, but without a touch of femininity. The whole body's cool and indifferent temperament pressed down the outstanding features of the facial features.

Peach trees, falling flowers, stone tables, exquisite looks of young people, should be beautiful scenes together. However, the soft pink petals could not bring a touch of tenderness to the youth, but they were dyed with three points of coldness.

The opposite man looked cold and decisive at first sight, but the person who did not show his emotions showed a painful expression in front of the youth. He sighed. "I believe everything you say."

Almost instantly, the man rolled his hands into his palms and pierced his left chest relentlessly.

Bright red liquid swarmed from the torn flesh, soaking the clothes on the upper body. Saturated blood traced traces of varying thickness along the palms of the connected hands, gathered at a certain point, and condensed into a drop.

The bright red liquid did not fall, and remained dead for a long time, and finally fell into the ground with a "snap" in the subsequent power.

"L."

As if a gap had been opened, the continuous liquid dropped. The colorful peach petals are more beautiful and beautiful under the color = color.

Such an exhilarating sense of picture has never changed the brow of the youth. He looked silently at the weak man on one knee, looking calm as he had begun.

He should know that youth has always been like this. No matter how you do it, you can't shake the other party in the slightest.

The man smiled bitterly and frowned, and Shi Lisheng dug out his heart. A lot of blood poured out of the gap, which directly wet a large area of ​​the man's body.

In the blood color, the fortitude of Xuanyi man's face remained unchanged.

This movement made him even weaker, his thin lips tight, his pale face slightly twisted with extreme pain. Trying to support his body not to fall, the man looked up and opened his eyes, not letting himself pass out.

He raised his hand in a gesture of near sacrifice, "to ... you."

My heart.

He really wanted to dig out his heart and let the young people understand his own heart, not a sudden surprise.

"Give me, what about you?" The young man asked in a light tone, asking the first question.

Regardless of being ruthless, he has never been curious about anything from beginning to end.

"You are my heart." The man braced and smiled.

The heart is out of the body, the blood can't stop, even if it is as strong as him, it can't hold it for a while. The man's hands softened and fell to the ground.

The heart that was still beating rolled down from its hands, stained with dust, and lost its color. Eventually, the speed of scrolling slowed and stopped at the feet of the youth.

Men's eyes have never left the youth. "Do you really fall in love with me?"

"Fool you." It was extremely hurtful and ruthless.

Don't even lie to him.

The man opened his eyes wide, uncomfortable, his lips opened and closed, trying to say something, but eventually broke his breath and closed his eyes.

The young man stared at the man, lifted his footsteps, and sat back at the stone table, looking at the place as insignificant, drinking and drinking by himself.

"Why bother……"

For a long time, the breeze was wrapped in a scent of scented flowers, covering the blood of a place. In the wind, the youth's tone was still dull.

******

The picture faded and darkness swept again. In an intermittent childish noise, the darkness disappeared.

It was a school, and it was an elementary school from the age of the students on the playground.

Under the leadership of the teacher, the little radish heads of a class went to the playground to play games in groups. The playground was fiery, but in the corner of the playground's edge, there were two cute and delicate boys.

"It was bought by my mother, but it's delicious, here you are." The boy, with a serious face like an adult, passed the exquisitely packed snack in his hand.

"I don't." Another fair-skinned, cute boy with baby fat frowned and refused.

"Don't you like it? Then I'll bring you something else tomorrow."

"I said no, what else do you bring! I will not eat anything you bring." The boy jumped off the flower bed and ran back to the classroom with a short leg.

Annoying, can't you always follow him.

The talking boy pursed his lips and immediately dropped the snack in his hand to keep up.

"Wait for me."

During the class, the boy often talked to the baby-faced boy, but received no response. Instead, he was trained by the teacher on the podium for speaking in class.

By the end of school, the children in the class were excited to carry small schoolbags, and a neat line followed the teacher who led the class and walked towards the school gate.

The two boys are at the same table, side by side. The boy glanced at the baby-faced child quietly, reached out and held each other's small hand, and was knocked out with a "snap".

Obviously other students walked hand in hand. The boy thought wronged.

The same person came to pick up the two children. The two were neighbors, and because the two children "played well", they discussed and took turns to pick up and drop off together.

The baby-faced boy tightened his lips.

Who plays well with him? Sticky people are terrible. However, every time he tells his mother not to play with each other, he will be treated as a joke by his mother, thinking that they are fighting.

Really upset.

The two children climbed into the back seat of the car. The boy wanted to speak, but saw that the baby-faced boy kept staring out the window, only to be discouraged to look at each other's side.

so cute! The eyelashes are dense and warped, and the eyes are large, delicately like the doll he has seen on TV.

The flesh was rude, and I wanted to kiss.

Thinking that he had once scratched the other's face with his hands, he was rejected by the baby-faced boy, and the boy could only swallow a pity.

He didn't understand why he told his parents that he was going to marry the brother next door as a daughter-in-law, and he would be laughed at by his parents. He really likes this brother.

"Look what I do !?"

For a while, the baby-faced boy glared at him.

The boy only felt that the other person was equally angry. He froze for a while before he said, "It looks good."

The baby-faced boy aired, "Don't watch!"

"No." The boy was unhappy.

"I'm not sure if I don't see it!"

"I do not want!"

"..."

The two children quarreled along the way, but the driver didn't care, apparently used to the two children's mode of getting along.

The quarrelled quarrel in the eyes of the two children was nothing more than a small fight in the eyes of an adult.

As soon as the car stopped, the baby-faced boy rushed out of the car and ran into the house. The door was about to be closed, and the boy behind him stood against the door, "Don't close."

"What are you doing?"

"I want to do my homework with you," said the boy honestly.

"I don't want to do homework with you, you go home some more."

The boy looked at him with an aggrieved face.

Inside the room, the mother of the child came out and saw the two children deadlocked at the door, thinking they were awkward again.

"He's not my brother."

"What's wrong? Tell your mother?" The mother said softly.

"Huh." The baby-faced boy didn't know where to start, only glancing at the boy and ran into the room.

Mother looked at the boy outside the door, "Are my babies making trouble with you again? Come in now."

"Auntie, it's nothing. It's my brother who's upset me." The boy couldn't wait to run inside.

Mother smiled helplessly, closed the door and went to get the snacks prepared for the two children.

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