Fast Transmigration Professional Dismantling CP100 Years

Do you want roses? "The little girl asked with blinking eyes holding many roses.

The rose in the little girl's hand is very beautiful, and the thorns on the bright red branches are neatly trimmed, "The rose is the elf of love, representing the whole life." The little girl is very clever, seeing him a little Intentional movement, added slyly from the side. "Then I'll buy one." Ming Chen's eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile.

Returning to the hospital tomorrow morning, she saw Ye Qing'er holding a large bouquet of roses, the exquisite packaging showed its great value.

As for Ye Qing'er, seeing her figure, Ming Chen's eyes were a little cold, but they were covered up in an instant, and he smiled and put the things in his hands in front of the bedside table of the hospital bed.

Lan Jue saw that in his hand, apart from the meat porridge with a faint appetizing aroma, there was also a flower, which was a rose, and a flower meant that I would love you forever.Unconsciously, I felt a little better and added unspeakable joy.

"I still have a concert tonight, so I'm going back first." Ming Chen said softly.When leaving, he politely closed the door for the two of them.Lan Jue was in a daze, he seemed to see Jude in Ming Chen's leaving eyes.But thinking of the bright and sweet smile last night tomorrow morning, he said, sir, tomorrow I will give you the most beautiful gift.Lan Jue suppressed the remaining uneasiness in his heart.

After leaving in the morning, Lan Jue lost his mind on Ye Qing'er, and he casually said a few words, Ye Qing'er could see his attitude, Liu Mei frowned, how could Ye Qing'er be accepted by Lan Jue at this moment? After receiving his sarcastic remarks, he stepped on his high heels and hurried away with a cold face.

Mingchen was promoted to the altar by everyone three years ago. Although there was no song in three years, the upsurge couldn't resist the madness.Tickets for the show were sold out after they were issued. Not only people from country C, but also many Western faces were seen in the quiet audience.

Different from the arrogance at the beginning, the second one is like a different person, the water-colored halo turns into magnificent yellow and red intertwined with each other, majestic and majestic, arousing the pride in the heart.

After a few extremely tricky scores, everyone was in a cold sweat, it was so exciting.The following songs are more desperate than the last one, like thousands of innocent souls crying in the ear, creepy and at the same time have to be intoxicated by it.This is the charm, the mysterious charm named Mingchen.

Especially in the last song of Angelet, the angel was dragged into the capital of hell, the originally pure wings were stained with filth, the pain of being imprisoned by the devil made the angel desperate every day in the dark, his throat was hoarse, and tears of blood came out of his eyes , the kindness of the heavenly father granted the angel eternal life, but made him suffer day after day, but he still could not forget to pray and sing piously every day.Even if the throat is torn and the wings are broken.

Some people even had wet eyes. After the first song, they cast their eyes on the boy in the middle who was wearing a black suit and had a white rose pinned to his chest next to the white piano.

Getting up in the morning, he bowed gracefully to everyone. "Next, the last song is "Averson Lange" composed by myself." There was a gentle smile on the boy's lips, and his voice echoed in everyone's ears.

This time, the entire stage was black without any lights.Until the first key of the piano was pressed in the morning, a beam of white and indifferent light hit him.The music is shallow and ethereal, as if the Lord in heaven is calling.It was a wonderful feeling. Wordless sadness filled everyone's hearts, and without knowing it, two lines of tears flowed down like this.

There weren't too many gorgeous scenes. After the end, Mingchen got up and this time he didn't smile, his expression was indifferent, "Thank you." He bowed to everyone and left.They looked at Mingchen Shilai's indifferent and serious back and didn't speak.

Such a person deserves to be arrogant, he deserves to be arrogant.

His name is Mingchen.Everyone remembered this back, clean and decisive, never forgetting.

Only later did everyone understand that his thanks were not thanks for watching the performance, but—

Thank you for attending my funeral.

Due to physical reasons, Lan Jue did not watch the event live, but broadcast it live.When he heard the name Averson Lange, his heart beat violently, and panic and fear surged into his heart when he was depressed for a long time.

Lan Jue likes music, so he knows Averson Lange.

Averson Lange, the most mysterious and weird musician of the eighteenth century.His songs are all sad and hopeless.And his last piece of music was a requiem he composed for himself.

Ming Chen said that the last piece - "Alverson Lange" was Ming Chen's requiem for himself.

Lan Jue drove to the entrance of the concert recklessly. At this time, there was a light rain in the sky, and the raindrops ran along his hair and dripped into his clothes.He came backstage with a rather embarrassed face.At this time, Li Zetian, the boss of Xingmu Company, who held the concert tomorrow morning, was also backstage.

"What about tomorrow morning?" Lan Jue was still wearing a hospital gown at this time, and was slightly wet by the rain when he got out of the car, his eyes were a little red, such a hysterical appearance made Li Zetian jump.

"I don't know." Hearing Lan Jue's question, Li Tianze was taken aback, and then his expression was very bad. "He said he was tired, I thought he..."

Li Tianze's face was ugly at this time, he thought that Mingchen said he was tired and was going home, but Lan obviously didn't know, plus the final requiem for the curtain call...

On the row upon row of high-rise buildings, the rainy wind blows by my ears.Rainwater slid down the hair and drowned.On the top floor, the boy in a black suit had a pale face, and his slender fingers pressed against the railing. There was an open space below, and the rain blurred his vision and the lights on the roadside, and only a yellow halo could be seen.

warm and distant.

Confusion flashed in Mingchen's eyes.The coldness of the rain hitting the back, the dead silence of the surrounding high-rise buildings, and even the sound of the passing cars are so far away.

I don't know if it was tears or rain, but it slowly slid down the corners of his eyes.Suddenly, he suddenly smiled, and the pale complexion smile was shockingly beautiful.

"Hey..." The water droplets blurred his vision, Mingchen propped himself up and jumped down.

The cheeks hurt by the strong wind, Mingchen closed her eyes.The corners of the mouth were raised, it was a clear, shallow smile.

He seems to smell the smell of death, death will not be painful, right?Thinking in a trance tomorrow morning.

☆, the bell, the final chapter

The god of music committed suicide by jumping off a building.

This is the headlines of the world.Lan Jue has been in a daze these days.He still remembers to this day, the strange blood flower that bloomed on the ground, the white rose pinned to his chest in the morning fell, and was stained crimson, the blood of sin intertwined with pure white. Lying in a pool of blood, beside him was a withered red rose.

The original white and soft petals have been dyed red, which is shocking.

"I am willing." The man in the white suit looked indifferent, and took the hand of the woman next to him. The wedding march played, and he stepped into the palace of marriage.Looking at Ye Qing'er's side face, Lan Jue was stunned for a moment, he seemed to see Ming Chen's lowered head and a slight smile.

It has been a year since Mingchen committed suicide, and now Lan Jue is becoming more serious, putting all his thoughts on the company.But what was surprising was that Lan Jue, who had always been indifferent, accepted Ye Qing'er and held the wedding on August [-]th.

Both of them have delicate faces, Lan Jue is handsome and Ye Qing'er is coquettish, standing there is a pair of beauties.The petals are scattered, whose eyes are burned by happiness and beauty.

"You have seen enough." In the void, Yue Ge chuckled.

"En." The person next to him was Su Mo. He forced a smile, his eyes were a little red, and the slight trembling of his body showed that he was not at peace.

Yue Ge pursed his lips in satisfaction, white light emerged from his transparent body, obliterating Ming Chen, and the two of them disappeared into the void.

Ye Qing'er and Lan Jue's new house is naturally in the main house of the Lan family. "Where are you going?" Ye Qing'er looked at Lan Jue in disbelief. "It's none of your business." Lan Jue said lightly, the indifference in his words was self-evident.

He closed the door, leaving Ye Qing'er alone in the luxurious room.

Lan Jue stood at the door of the room, put his hand on the handle several times and turned it open, but he dared not push the door open.

Push it away, probably because no one has entered it for a long time, the light is on, and it seems to be covered with a layer of light gray.

He is familiar with the room, but it has been dusty for a long time. He stubbornly forbids anyone to go in and clean it. That room has become a forbidden area of ​​the Lan family.

The layout of the whole room is still the same as a year ago, fingertips caressing the books in the bookcase, Lan Jue suddenly saw the black book sandwiched among the books, he was taken aback, took it down and opened it, it seemed that he could still see the book written by the owner. Serious and attentive.

——I was taken into a new home, and the new home was very rich, but I didn't like it...

——The husband who adopted me is very good-looking.

——Mr. is very nice... I like Mr.

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——Mr. likes that I can play the piano, so I will study hard!I don't want to disappoint Mr.

——I grew up, but I don't want to grow up, the housekeeper said, Mr. likes a girl, and that girl likes roses, so the garden is full of roses.The girl he likes can play the piano, so the sir wants me to play the piano too...I look a lot like that girl.The butler didn't say it, but I knew it.I'm just a stand-in...

——Although my husband doesn't like me, I really like him, really like him...

——My husband's girl is back, I will be rejected by my husband...

——My husband likes Ye Qing'er, I'm... jealous.Sir, do you know that I like you too?

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—I'd be sad too, sir.

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——Sir, I like you, the last song is for you...it's called "Alverson Lange"

- I won't bother you anymore...

Lan Jue touched his cheek, unknowingly, tears rolled down his cheek.I like Mingchen, but I don't know it when that person is alive, and I only see it clearly after death.It is only now that I realize that that person treats me...

For Ye Qing'er, he thought he liked it, but after losing it, he realized that he liked someone else. He married Ye Qing'er just to silence those people.

Lan Jue sat slumped on the ground, covered his eyes with his hands and laughed loudly, his laughter was ironic and desolate.His fingers were wet, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes and hit the carpet.

However, Su Mo was destined not to see all of this.

"No one will remember a person forever." Yue Ge's voice was seductive and deep, "You need strength, and only strength will not betray you." Yue Ge chuckled, eyes obscured.

"Power?" Su Mo looked up blankly. "Yes." Yue Ge evoked a charming smile, "I can give you strength."

"Think about Qiran, think about Lanjue." Yue Ge is like a temptation from hell, "They all forget you and betray you because they don't have power. Only with power—"

"Okay." Su Mo raised his eyes, his eyes were calm, "Although I don't know that you didn't say that, but I think I need strength. No matter—whatever the exchange."

"It's really good." Yue Ge smiled in satisfaction, "As expected of the person I chose. If that's the case——"

Yue Ge's body glowed, and his hand touched Su Mo's head. At this time, Su Mo knelt down halfway, and both of them were surrounded by brilliant light.

"As a king, you bear the loneliness of the throne. You are the only one on the lonely throne." Yue Ge chanted lightly, his body becoming more and more transparent.

"The Space-Time Administration manages worlds big and small, turning your hands into clouds and covering your hands with rain. Su Mo, from now on, you will be the master of the Space-Time Administration and the future king." Yue Ge laughed for the first time. Ripples appeared in Zhong's eyes.

"Now that the successor has been found, I'm free." Yue Ge smiled lowly, his figure drifted in the space, and finally disappeared. Before disappearing, his smile deepened, which was the last memory left for Su Mo.

Yuege would not tell Su Mo about Qiran's paranoid love, he would only tell him that Qiran betrayed him because he had no strength.

Yue Ge won't tell Su Mo about Lan Jue's affection, he will only tell him that Lan Jue has long forgotten him.

Yuege would not tell Su Mo that the person he fell in love with is deeply affectionate, he would only say that they will have a new lover after you leave.

Because he needs the perfect successor.

The moon song turned into a little bit of starlight and disappeared forever between heaven and earth.

The strange flower vines climbed up the throne, intertwined and intertwined.The overlord Wang propped his chin up and squinted his eyes.

The gods knelt under the throne and sang hymns.Congrats to the new Lord.

The king in a gorgeous black robe opened his eyes.

Wang's eyes were full of youthfulness, the texture of life and death in an instant, and slowly, he curled his lips.

"My name is Su Mo."

The author has something to say: It's finally over, and the ending is cute