The Door Keeps Getting Smaller And Smaller

The Cuizhu Garden in the past was extremely quiet and lifeless. Today, there are occasional coughs, which is a little more popular.

Lu Shenxing, who was lying on the couch, drank saliva to relieve his painful throat. He grabbed his damp hair, changed his posture, and squinted to see Shen Cheng standing in front of the window with his back facing him.

"222, I want to see Shen Cheng's world."

Following Lu Shenxing's thoughts, there was a barrenness in front of him, without a trace of anger.

"Don't tell me, the task progress is still 0."

After the sound of the system, the barren land was amplified. Among the piled rocks, Lu Shenxing saw a grass, and he couldn't find it unless he looked carefully.

The grass is thin, it should have just grown, but it's better than nothing. Lu Shenxing stepped on the pit before comforting himself.

"Ding, Mr. Lu, a second ago, you triggered an H-level mission."

Lu Shenxing sneered in his heart, "Why don't I know?"

The system seems to have shielded Lu Shenxing's negative emotions, "Ding, please Mr. Lu, get three compliments from the target within ten minutes."

Lu Shenxing looked ugly. If the system was in front of him, he would dismantle the parts one by one and smash them with a big hammer.

He jumped down and walked over, pretending to be casual, "Fort Lord, what do you think of me?"

Shen Cheng turned around, his sharp gaze flicked, and he stared for a moment, grabbing a trace of mood swings, "Noisy, teasing people, good sweets, I have a city in my heart, and I will pay for it."

Lu Shenxing's eyes twitched, brother, is it interesting that you said so much?

"Fort Lord, can you praise me?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Cheng cast a weird look.

At this time, Lu Shenxing, whose face was thicker than the wall, was a bit embarrassed, but fortunately, Shen Cheng moved away without stopping.

Shen Cheng's angular lips opened slightly, "Very good."

Lu Shenxing smiled, "Anything else?"

Shen Cheng nodded, "Very good."

Lu Shenxing was speechless, "...there is nothing else?"

Shen Cheng frowned and seemed to have encountered difficulties. In his opinion, good is the best, and there is no other alternative.

When the time was up, the mission failed, and the dark-faced Lu Shenxing received the punishment for the random drop. He went out to find Sangu and asked for a job.

The honest middle-aged man embarrassedly stuck at the end of the vegetable field, "Oh, eleven, this is my job, let me do it myself."

"Uncle, I have to do this job." Lu Shenxing smiled, his nose was stuffed with two balls of cotton, his voice buzzed, "In order to make the world a better world."

The child laughed so oozingly, the middle-aged man rubbed his arms and asked curiously, "Are you scolded by the castle owner?"

Lu Shenxing didn't answer. He picked up the big dung that was disproportionate to his height and poured it out, humming "As long as everyone gives a little love"

Middle-aged people think that 80% of them have brain problems.

Shen Cheng knew about Lu Shenxing's pouring vegetables in the vegetable field. He shut himself up in the study. After half an hour, several books were piled on the table.

The index finger pressed his eyebrows, and Shen Cheng leaned against the back of the chair, "Calling Liuhuo."

Void replied, "Yes."

The fire came quickly. Hearing Shen Cheng's questioning, he uttered an ah and his expression was weird. "Fort Lord, you are asking your subordinates, how do you praise someone?"

Shen Cheng did not say a word, it was a default.

"This is simple. For example, you are very cute, you look so good when you smile." Liu Huo smiled, "The content is second, mainly sincere."

Shen Cheng waved his hand, Liu Huo left with doubts, and met Wei Young halfway.

"It's eleven."

Wei Young's understatement shocked Liu Huo's heart, and he felt it was expected. He hummed, "Why are you so sure?"

Wei Young pulled away the hair that was blown by the wind, "A woman's instinct."

Liu Huo blurted out subconsciously, "Why didn't I?"

Wei Young coldly said, "Are you also a woman?"

Liu Huo twisted his waist, Wei Young directly performed light work and found a place to vomit.

In the evening, Lu Shenxing came back with a bad smell.

The third aunt who was waiting there asked, "Did the castle master say something?"

Lu Shenxing snorted, "Say I'm fine."

The authorities are fascinated, the bystanders are clear, he did not notice the indescribable expression on Sangu's face.

"Eleventh, Sangu’s eyes are not good, can you help me pick some pusang fruit."

"Tomorrow."

Lu Shenxing walked away quickly without waiting for the third aunt to say anything more. After washing hastily, he changed his clothes and cleaned the bedroom. He laid out the gadgets one by one and wiped them clean with a cloth.

There was a sudden movement behind him. Lu Shenxing who was wandering around was startled, he put down the cloth and cursed.

Shen Cheng bowed his head, "Why?"

A cold breath sprayed on his forehead, Lu Shenxing frowned, the familiar feeling appeared again.

Impossible, he immediately denied the guess that he had suddenly rushed out, it was ridiculous.

In order to break the delicate atmosphere, Lu Shenxing casually pointed, "Fort Lord, this is really beautiful."

Shen Cheng glanced at the little clay figure, picked it up in silence and touched it.

When changing Shen Cheng's clothes, Lu Shenxing stood on tiptoe, probably because he stood for the whole afternoon. He was a little weak. He couldn't stand firmly, and his lips inadvertently brushed Shen Cheng's face.

He took the changed clothes and left without a problem, the frequency of his heartbeat was disturbed by the night wind, and it was still unusual.

Shen Cheng was there in a daze, reached out his hand to touch his face, something flashed in his mind, he didn't catch it.

That night, Lu Shenxing still suffered from insomnia, and his mind was in a mess, with Xin Liang's face for a while, and Shen Cheng for a while, changing back and forth, unexpectedly overlapping.

He opened his eyes in horror, as if suffering from schizophrenia, and went out with two dark circles under his eyes the next day.

Pusang grows on the edge of a mountain cliff. It looks red and delicious, but it is so sour and hard to swallow.

Throwing the picked one into the bamboo basket, Lu Shenxing suddenly noticed something was wrong. Before he could react, he was pushed down the mountain by a force.

At noon, the castle lord returned with a bloody man in his arms, and the evil spirits around his body made the people of Youlongbao panic.

Liu Huo, Wei Young, and several other hall masters are anxious, and no one wants to remember that rainy night, the rain is bright red.

I asked impatiently, "Eleven will not die, right?"

Liuhuo scolded, "Shut up!"

Wei Young held his arms, "I'm afraid he won't die or live."

"How can the castle master like that kid so much?" Some were calm, pointing out something unknown.

"You have to ask the castle owner."

Several people fell silent, and they knew that a child who had no power to bind a chicken fell from Sanshishan, even if the genius doctor Fang Hu was alive, he would not be able to take him back from the hands of death.

The lingering cold air enveloped the Cuizhu Garden.

Looking at the child whose breath is sometimes absent, Shen Cheng said nothing.

"Cen Yingu is in an extremely cold place, where Man Ant Flower blooms all the year round. As long as you take him there, there is a glimmer of hope, but the journey is far away, and it will take half a month at the earliest." Huber groaned, "Before this. A person with strong internal strength is needed to protect his heart."

In this world, no one can compare to the man in front of him in terms of internal strength.

Shen Cheng picked up Lu Shenxing and walked into the secret room.

Faber reminded him, "The castle owner must think clearly, if you are a little careless on the way to the internal force, you will not be able to protect yourself."

Shen Cheng's footsteps kept on, and the moment Shimen closed, Huber heard a floating voice, "If there is no him, it will be red, it will be boring."

That night, Sangu sat in the small courtyard, like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced. There was relief and a fear of death.

It was late at night, and the coolness swept across, Sangu shivered, she suddenly looked up, "Fort Lord."

Shen Cheng approached step by step, "Why?"

Sangu answered truthfully, "He is your calamity."

Shen Cheng didn't see the slightest wave in his eyes, and his voice was flat, "Even if it is a calamity, that is my own business."

Sangu hesitated to say what was on the parchment, and a voice came from her ear, "It's not him, this seat has already passed away."

It contained sadness and indifference to the world. It was too real. For a long time, Sangu suddenly sighed, "It seems that I was wrong."

After sighing again, Sangu raised his hand, patted his face with a palm, and flew out the next moment.

"Your life is his, life and death are up to you."

Just after the day was polished, there was a carriage parked at the foot of Three Stone Mountain.

In the carriage, Shen Cheng's face was haggard, his curly eyelashes drooped, and a black shadow was cast.

Shen Cheng took out the little clay figurine from his arms, placed it in Lu Shenxing's palm, and squeezed his fingers. For a long time, Shen Cheng bent down his body, his lips pressed against the back of Lu Shenxing's hand, his Adam's apple vibrated and his voice was hoarse.

"I am waiting for you to come back."

After staying in the carriage for a long time, Shen Cheng walked down, his eyes flooded with darkness, not bottoming out, "I want him to live."

There was a chill on Huber's back, and he said solemnly, "The old man does his best."

Since then, Cuizhu Garden has returned to the original silence, and the owners of those flowers, trees and gardens are waiting for someone.

Two years later

The disputes between the rivers and lakes are still constant, the mountain, the water, and the person.

The noise in the Haoren Inn in Three Rocks City is so lively.

All the martial arts martial arts groups gathered here, they got together and spit, and the stars flew around, talking about the same thing.

Who is the bride for the wedding of Youlong Fortress?

On the second floor, on the table on the right side near the aisle, a boy in black leaned lazily on the back of the chair, handsome and handsome.

Standing beside a woman with bright eyes and white teeth, she listened to all the voices downstairs and asked uncertainly, "My son, shall we go to Youlong Fort?"

"Of course." The boy curled his lips while playing with the little clay figure in his hand, "Ning Xiang, back up the gift."

⊙▽⊙The time machine is up, you can do many things when you grow up, good night