ord, he had been in seclusion for two years. The room was much the same as before, but just as he was about to rest, he noticed something unusual in the air.The aura is still very familiar.Ning Shu co...When he was alone, Ning Shu looked a little lost.

The youth's expression was somewhat somber, as if he had been lost in this kind of emotion for a long time and couldn't extricate himself.

Lingling sighed, that's why they make some hosts clean their memories. Otherwise, even if they go to the next world to do tasks, it would still have an impact.

Although Shen Mingxuan has a strong desire for control, he is still quite good to the host. Although this man is bad at heart, he can't bear to see the host suffer. Just look at what happened to the Ning family. Mr. Ning knelt outside for half a day, begging the Shen family to spare them, but there was no sign of mercy, let alone his ruthless methods.

Shen Mingxuan is cold and ruthless. He's a veteran fox in the business world, a man with little emotion. The only deep affection he possesses is entirely given to the host.

Lingling said: "Host, are you okay"

Ning Shu shook her head, but she still couldn't help but squat down and said, "I'll be fine slowly."

Even though I try not to, I still feel a bit sad inside.

It's hard to breathe.

He seemed to be saying it to himself, and also to Lingling: "After the task is complete, can you give me back this memory"

Ning Shu felt she couldn't forget Mr. Shen.

Even in reminiscence.

Lingling said, "Of course! Host!" It hesitated and asked, "Does the host want to keep the previous memories"

Ning Shu asked with some confusion, "The front"

Ling Ling hurriedly said, "Host, are you sure you only want this memory"

Ning Shu nodded and said, “Because this is a precious memory between me and Mr. Shen.” He blushed slightly and said, “I have never been in love, Mr. Shen is my only lover.”

"Actually...Host..."

Actually, you've already talked to several people in front of me!

But Lingling couldn't say it, she was afraid that if she told the host, they wouldn't be able to accept it, so she could only swallow her words with tears in her eyes.

.......

The boy grabbed the undergrounder's head, a mocking smile curving his lips: "How come you're not calling for me anymore" He lowered his gaze slightly, his eyes cold. His thin lips moved slightly: "Trash is just trash."

The male who was being suppressed blushed, his neck red and his face showing a hint of pain.

Suddenly drew a knife from his body and lunged at me.

A glint of steel flashed in the boy's eyes, he took a step back, but still, a gash marred his hand. It looked to be several centimeters long, blood rushing out eagerly.

Drops to the ground.

His expression instantly turned terrifying, a sinister hue creeping across his delicate features.

Those who were originally lying on the ground also instantly felt a bit intimidated, especially the male with the knife, who almost couldn't hold onto it.

They knew Jiang Bai was crazy, but some people refused to believe it. Now, they were beginning to feel a chill of fear.

The boy, as if feeling no pain from the wound on his hand, walked step by step toward the other person.

Although they possess delicate and perfect features, in the eyes of several people, they appear like a demon.

Jiang Bai reached out and grabbed the other person's hand. After a shrill scream escaped their mouth, he stepped down expressionlessly, nearly breaking the person's finger bones. A cold curve formed at the corner of his lips as he whispered in a devilish tone, "Keep screaming."

At dusk.

A young boy walked out of the alley, his clothes stained with blood. Blood also flowed from his hands, but he seemed oblivious to it. He was tall and slender, with sharp features and a handsome face, especially his beautiful peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be able to captivate people.

He stood there expressionlessly, his high nose bridge casting a shadow under his pale pink lips, which looked cold and heartless.

Adding an aura of menace to his already striking appearance, even though he was handsome, passersby instinctively avoided him when they saw the blood staining his clothes.

Jiang Bai didn't mind. Passing by the hutong, he leaned against the wall, his head bowed slightly, lighting a cigarette with one hand.

Her thin lips were clamped around a cigarette.

Slender fingers clasped, shrouded in mist, blurring his features.

Jiang Bai frowned and glanced at the blood on his hand, which was slowly meandering and sliding down his fingertips. He shook his finger and let out a tsk in his mouth.

As soon as faint footsteps sounded. At first, the young man didn't pay any attention.

He didn't lift his face until a shadow fell upon him.

The boy stands with his back to the light.

I couldn't see his face.

He looks to be about five foot eight.

Jiang Bai directly spat out a word to the person: "Get lost."

"Jiang, classmate."

The male student spoke up and walked over.

Jiang Bai only then saw the other person's appearance clearly. Their lips were red and teeth white, their handsome face looked too pale.

The other party seemed surprised by the wound on his hand, staring intently at it.

He noticed that the other person was also wearing a school uniform from their school, but Jiang Bai searched his mind and found that he didn't recognize this person.

The boy said, “I’m your classmate.”

"My name is Ning Shu."

Jiang Bai didn't remember this person. He stared at him, like a lion, his aura becoming somewhat dangerous: "Are you leaving or not I said it once."

Ning Shu was stunned for a moment.

He was a little at a loss.

He wasn't good at dealing with people who were short-tempered, aggressive and seemed unapproachable. He lowered his eyes, staring at the boy's hand.

He got cut there.

show a hint of pallor.

The wound is rather serious.

Ning Shu hesitated. He felt that if he stayed forcefully, he might not get any favorability points. But perhaps it was human nature, even if he didn't get any favorability points.

He felt he shouldn't just walk away like that.

The boy took something out of his backpack and said, "Let me bandage that for you."

Jiang Bai let out a cold snort. He glared at the boy in front of him as he took out something like disinfectant, took a puff from his cigarette, and looked down, saying, "Don't you understand human language"

Ning Shu raised her face and looked over, then said: "If your wound is not treated now, it could very well leave aftereffects."

He said emphatically.

Then he began to tend to the wounds on his hands.

Ning Shu was still a bit apprehensive. He knew Jiang Bai's reputation. The school bully of No. 1 Middle School, no one dared to mess with him.

His hand, as he reached out, trembled slightly.

But still, gathering his courage, he grabbed it.

The boy's hand was seized by him.

Jiang Bai looked down at him with an impassive expression.

Cold, devoid of warmth.

An ordinary person would have been scared away by him long ago.

But Ning Shu didn't.

He should be grateful that the original owner had these medical supplies on them, so he could use them now.

Jiang Bai didn't speak, allowing the boy to handle him.

He was sizing people up.'t help but be taken aback.That is a picture of a peach, it looks juicy and tender.Ning Shu thought about it and still gave the other person a thumbs up, and left a comment asking: "Do you like eating...