[BL] Disabled Cannon Fodder has Dreams [Quick Wear]

3.2

Song Xi couldn't hear what the other party was saying in his ear, his vision gradually blurred, and his ears were buzzing.

    Is he really going to die? It was the first time I felt death so real.

    The death of the character is just a mission failure, and there is still a chance to come back, Song Xi thought vaguely, but a figure flashed in his mind unconsciously, joy, anger, sadness, and joy, playing like a revolving lantern.

    As the saying goes, before a person dies, the person he loves the most in his life, love, family, and friends, will flash like a revolving lantern.

    Song Xi's relationship with his parents is as watery as water, and his true friends have long been lost with the passing of his school days. Before his eyes, a handsome face slowly appeared, he snorted arrogantly, and reached out to him—" elder brother!"

.Song Xi released his struggling hand, raised his fingertips with great effort, and tried to touch the phantom, but his lips opened and closed, but the syllables were lost in his lips|tongue.

    Wu Bei...

    The phantom became weaker and weaker, and in the blink of an eye, the other party was lying on the hospital bed, his weak breathing fluttered on the oxygen mask, and there was a deep reluctance in his deep eyes: "Brother..."

    Song Xi closed his eyes, his heart was cramping, and the pain in his eyes was sore that he couldn't stop, tears could not be restrained from overflowing from the end of his eyes, and big ones dripped down his cheeks, welcoming the final death.

    A tear suddenly fell from his chin and fell on the back of Qiao Zizhen's hand. It was obviously warm, but he felt as if he had been scalded by scalding water, and his hand subconsciously wanted to withdraw.

    In the darkness, the little fool's painful expression was clearly visible in front of his eyes.

.Qiao Zi's heart was tensed, and he let go of his hand as if he was fleeing.

    His heart suddenly became very strange.

    The hand on his neck was suddenly pulled away, and Song Xi was like a dying fish that was thrown back into the water.

    Hearing the heavy breathing, Qiao Zizhen finally regained his senses. He stared at the little fool who turned red in front of him, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and suddenly changed his mind.

    When he put a hand on his face again, Song Xi instinctively pulled his hand away and shrank to the side uncontrollably.

    Qiao Zizhen's hand was hanging in the air, his fingertips were clenched, his eyes were full of cold horror, "It's really not good."

    Neuropathy.

.Song Xi looked at him like an idiot. He sat up and shrank to the corner of the wall. The whole person formed a ball, ignoring him silently, and showed his identity to the fullest.

    What a little fool does will not make people feel strange. When he is bullied or perceives danger, disgust and fear are the most real instincts.

    Geez, ignored.

    Qiao Zizhen lowered his hand and remained silent, the air pressure around him seemed to be changing with his mood, and it was depressed and dull.

    In fact, he could kill this little fool with a touch of his finger, but... Qiao Zizhen sat up and followed, and squeezed Song Xi to his back against the wall, smiling horribly, he didn't want to kill this little fool now.