Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Even though his most vulnerable neck was clamped, Gong Huasui was not at all panicked. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly gave Chi Qinghe a beautiful and brilliant smile.

But as I was laughing, I started to cry.

He had foolishly thought that he owned everything in the world and that he could get whatever he wanted.

But if you think about it carefully, so-called possession is just a sad joke.

When he was young, before he learned the pronunciation and meaning of the word "death", his parents passed away suddenly.

That night, the house was empty, large, and cold, with only Ranny left to keep him company.

Later, he was adopted into the Gong Shimu lineage.

No longer the only child in the family, he now has an older brother.

The house is still filled with all kinds of toys, and the food and things to use are the most comfortable and favorite ones.

But no one would rush him to the sink, pick his throat, or scold him just because he ate something he didn't like.

No one would excitedly rub his face red and raise it above his head to play the airplane game just because he won a ball game.

His new mommy and daddy treat him very well. They never scold him or hit him.

Even if he did something wrong, he would not be scolded or blamed. All the blame would be borne by Gong Shimu.

This kind of family is what every child longs for, and he is no exception.

Then, there is a thin, imperceptible membrane.

He "owned" his family again.

Later, the uncle who was like a dragon that could not be seen before appeared.

My uncle is my mother’s biological brother. They have similar tempers, both stubborn and hard, like a rock.

They look very similar, especially their eyes, which are both dark brown.

He liked the eyes that were the same as his mother's, but his uncle hated him and disliked him.

She was unwilling to let him get close to her, and often imprisoned him in a dark basement, beating and scolding him, asking why he was not the one to die.

At first he was young and didn't understand, he could only cry and yell for his uncle.

But every time he called him uncle, the whip became heavier.

Until he fainted from the pain, he dazedly imitated Gong Shimu's tone and called his uncle "Third Uncle".

That was the first time my uncle put away the whip early.

In terms of address, my uncle drew a clear line between them.

But in terms of blood, the two are still the closest people.

His uncle couldn't accept this and took him into the basement under various pretexts.

Misunderstanding, resentment, confusion... countless dark emotions fermented fiercely in the basement filled with the smell of blood.

By the time he realized something was wrong, he could no longer control himself.

Standing in the square boxing ring, there were swaying, low-quality spotlights above my head, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke, gunpowder, and various unpleasant and turbid gases.

The gamblers below were roaring and screaming at him crazily, almost breaking through the security and rushing onto the stage.

Betting tickets were thrown at him one after another, without any offensive power. However, when they fell to the ground, they were stained with blood mixed with milky white sticky liquid.

Golden laser ribbons drifted across every corner of the venue. Except for him, everyone knew what this meant—

The boxing champion who dominated for six years and had a record of never losing a single fight has become a thing of the past.

Stepping into the quagmire, he went deeper and deeper, and it became darker and darker, without even a single thought of turning back.

Gradually, his reputation grew.

Money, power and status came to him like water.

During the day he chatted with his best friends at school.

He hides his identity at night and patrols his own territory. Everyone is wary of him, respects him, and fears him, and dares not show any disrespect to him.

He seemed to "have" it all.

But strangely, he still didn't dare to resist his third uncle, nor did he dare to let his family know what he did outside.

Later, he returned to China.

On the road, the driver accidentally hit someone, a student.

The school uniform looks good, and he looks even better. I want to "own" him.

So he entered Huayang and became Qinghe's roommate and deskmate.

Qinghe is a slow-warm person. He treats everyone the same, very gentle but also very ruthless.

The only exception is Song Xulin.

More than once, he thought about getting rid of Song Xulin.

He roughly felt that there was only one person for every job, and as long as Song Xulin disappeared, he would become the exception in Qinghe.

But in the end he still didn't do it, because Qinghe took the initiative to approach him and opened a second carrot hole for him.

Because he has good grades, he can help Qinghe with his studies.

Following Qinghe, he tried many things and could clearly feel that Qinghe was taking care of him.

Even if he was pretending to be angry, Qinghe would coax him seriously.

If he falls, I will carry him carefully, ask the doctor about all the precautions, and try my best to prevent him from getting scars or being sad.

When grilling, I helped him peel the meat off the skewers one by one and patiently taught him various ways to eat it.

I gave him a birthday gift, which I had to go through a lot of effort to get, even selling my own future, but I didn't mention the hardship involved, and only cared about whether he liked it or not.

Qinghe seemed to have some magical power, easily occupying all his attention. He couldn't help but look at him, get close to him, and say all kinds of nonsense to make him happy.

He gradually no longer needed to gain pleasure from violence, and the bad nature in his body seemed to be purified bit by bit. He began to understand life again, experience life, and respect it.

Qinghe patiently raised him to be a better person.

He thought that he would be bound to Qinghe for the rest of his life.

But he could never catch Qinghe.

I couldn’t catch him in the Green Lake on the night of my birthday party, I couldn’t catch him in the foggy cemetery in my dream, I couldn’t catch him in the room after he put on the Buddhist beads, and I couldn’t catch him beside Ou Yi’s bed after he was caught...

Too many times.

He was always afraid that the same thing would happen again, and he wanted to become stronger, to break free from the various restrictions imposed on him by the world, and to return to... perhaps a high position.

So he went to ask Jin Taolang for help.

Apart from being a bit cynical in nature, Jin Taolang very much fits the image of God as defined by the world.

He can fly into the sky and hide underground, appear and disappear, and know everything in the world.

At the beginning, he didn't have high expectations, thinking that it would take ten or twenty attempts before there would be any results.

But Jin Taolang was very straightforward, as if he had prepared the answer long ago. Before he even opened his mouth to ask, the other party took the initiative to give him the answer.

"You can try to die once. There's a certain chance that you'll encounter a soft-hearted little system like Qinghe."

"So the prerequisite for obtaining the system must be death?"

“There are exceptions, but they are extremely rare.”

"What is it?"

"You'll have to find the answer yourself, but I can give you a hint - the system's personality is just like people, each one is different. There's a special scroll that will bind you to it even before you die."

It’s called a hint, but in fact it’s just short of reading out the reference answer.

"I see, thank you."

Jin Taolang kindly reminded him, "Don't get yourself into trouble by mistake."

At that time, he thought the word "play too hard" meant that he was afraid that he would accidentally lose his life.

But the reality is that in order to experience the state of near-death, he played various extreme sports, which not only scared Qinghe, but also made him lie twice. Qinghe was disappointed in him and broke up with him!