Doomsday: I, a top killer, became a lolita

Pain!

It hurts!

Head.... It hurts!

There was a cool feeling on the forehead, as if raindrops had fallen on it, and the water slid down the forehead to the ears and cheeks.

Ning Yu slowly opened his eyes, feeling as if his head had just been stabbed several times with scissors.

The gloomy sky, gray-black clouds hovered above, looking towards the earth.

A heavy rain is about to fall.

Feeling that the memory was chaotic, Ning Yu barely supported his body with his hand, and there was a slightly hot feeling in his palm, and under him was a stone road that was still slightly heated.

The air was low and oppressive, muggy heat, but the manic wind had begun to brew, blowing the trees beside the road swaying.

The pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, some hurriedly boarded the ride-hailing car, and some found a milk tea shop or coffee shop, ready to avoid the coming rainstorm.

The leaves mixed with dust were carried everywhere by the wind, and when they passed by Ning Yu, they quietly stuck on Ning Yu's beautiful silver hair.

However, the dust accidentally lost Ning Yu's eyes, causing her already uncomfortable eyes to narrow.

I want to rub my eyes with my hands to relieve this dryness, but I feel as if my hands are still a little dirty.

Ning Yu struggled on the ground for a while, but found that his limbs were weak now, it was simply ... Just like a little girl.

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I tried to call out the system panel, but nothing happened.

I squeezed my fist hard, there was no strength at all, it was really pitifully weak.

What's going on here?

Ning Yu looked around, unable to determine whether this was Blue Star or the planet where he had been.

But she clearly remembered that all three of her lives were at the hands of Morning Star.

And before that, Shen Yiyue, who committed suicide with a pistol.

The moment these memories came up, Ning Yu felt dizzy, and even wanted to vomit.

This body seems to be... Heat stroke?

Tick

, tick... Crash!!!!

Before the rainstorm landed, like a naughty child, he just gently stretched out his hand to test it twice, and then he poured down without any manners.

The skirt on her body was immediately soaked and now a standard soup chicken.

The originally smooth silver hair was immediately drenched by the rain, and the whole person was embarrassed.

The hollow feeling of having her entire heart ripped off was like suddenly connecting all the nerves, eroding every inch of her senses.

If it must be described, the loss of Shen Yiyue must be an unbearable weight for her.

The eye sockets were hot, and the nose was suddenly blocked.

Her emotions are now like this rain, as if they can't stop.

The rain curtain became bigger and bigger, and gradually it was impossible to see anything between heaven and earth.

The fierce wind carried the raindrops, marking its traces on the ground, and Ning Yu walked aimlessly, like a walking dead.

The throat was sore, not painful, but an indescribably uncomfortable feeling.

Perhaps tired of walking, she slowly sat down next to the road pier, wrapped her hands around her knees, and looked ahead a little sluggishly.

"Ah Yu!"

"Ah Yu!!"

In a trance, Ning Yu seemed to hear a kind and familiar voice, as if calling herself, she suddenly raised her head and looked around.

In addition to heavy rain or heavy rain.

But that voice awakened Ning Yu's memory that had been sleeping for a long time, that kind of old voice with love, it was grandma!

No, it's not right.

Ning Yu lowered his head and looked at his delicate hands, as well as the small skirt of broken flowers that were soaked with soaked on his body.

She shook her head gently, is this the world after death, even the memories of the two lives are mixed together.

The raindrops on his head suddenly stopped falling, Ning Yu was stunned, and when he looked up, it was a big umbrella.

The interior of the umbrella is painted with Van Gogh's Starry Sky.

A warm but wrinkled hand grabbed Ning Yu's snow-white arm.

"Ayu, why are you here alone, oops, your body is wet, go.... Come home with me. "

This familiar touch.

And the voice behind him that was close at hand shattered the memory of the frosted glass in Ning Yu's heart.

She turned her head sharply and saw the face she almost forgot.

"Grandma!"

This sound Ning Yu almost lost his voice.

"Hey, Grandma is here."

Grandma smiled kindly, stretched out her hand to wipe the water droplets on Ning Yu's forehead, and took out a handkerchief from her pocket to help her wipe her soaked hair.

Ning Yu didn't dare to use force, but hugged his grandmother's body as fast as he could.

"Oh, what's going on? Where did it fall?

"Grandma just went to buy some fruit, and you won't see you when you turn back..." The

warm palm was placed on the back of Ning Yu's head and gently stroked.

Although everything is not quite right.

Grandma's body did not have the old man smell of a dying person, nor did she slump her back.

There was no dragging the bag that picked up garbage, and there was no clanging sound of empty bottles as I walked.

All this was so false, but Ning Yu was willing to stay at this moment for a short time.

She suddenly understood why the girl who sold matches lit matches one after another until she burned all the matches.

"Okay, okay, go home, your mother is urging."

Grandma smiled and took Ning Yu's hand.

Mom?

Ning Yu was stunned when he heard it, and this place seemed to be more and more unreal.

"Grandma...,"

Ning Yu spoke in a childish voice, wanting to talk to the person in his memory.

"Huh?"

Grandma turned her head, held the umbrella with one hand, and looked at Ning Yu with a smile.

"I'm like... Lost. The

two men walked along the hardstone path, and the raindrops were blocked by Grandma's big umbrella and fell next to them.

"What do you say silly boy, you'll be home soon."

The two people didn't know when, walked to the door of an apartment, although the decoration was not luxurious, but it was definitely not the dilapidated first-floor small shed in the impression.

Grandma put down the umbrella, flicked the raindrops on it a little weakly, took out the key to open the door, and beckoned to Ning Yu.

"Come in, it's cold outside."

Ning Yu stood at the door, but stopped.

"Grandma, I miss you so much."

Her expression had returned to calm, and she seemed to have gained enough energy from this brief encounter.

"But I'm lost now, I have a place I have to go."

Ning Yu raised his little hand and waved at his grandmother standing in the room.

"Ah Yu.... Grow up. Grandma

was originally stunned, with a confused expression on her face, but soon smiled again.

"It's getting strong, okay.... That's good..."

She also waved her hand towards Ning Yu.

Ning Yu pursed his lips, took a deep breath through his nose, and turned to leave.

With his back to his grandmother's waving arm, he stepped into the endless gray mist.