[MTL, BL] My Cards Are Perfect (Unlimited)

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Su Mingxuan curled up and covered his neck with trembling hands. The wound there was almost healed, but the feeling of being torn apart still remained there, deeper than anything else.

He took a few breaths and wiped the cold sweat from his face with his palms. After the pain passed, a huge exhaustion swept over him. He closed and opened his eyes, and he didn't care whether the gods left or not, let alone who he was now. The place, the head fainted, and fell asleep.

What appeared in the dream was a scene that had never appeared in his memory.

No - now there is.

Familiar palace, familiar corridor, and he stood in front of a heavy door, raised his hand to knock on the door, and before his hand touched it, the door opened automatically.

"Your Majesty!" He saw himself jumping in.

That voice was a childish voice that Su Mingxuan had never thought of, with the vitality and sweetness of a teenager, and when the scene in the dream changed, Su Mingxuan saw himself.

- Is that him?

A teenager who is only a teenager, with pure eyes like a simple child, has never been influenced by the outside world, and has always lived in an ivory tower, innocent and pitiful.

He was wearing a beautiful dress, the fabric was delicate, the black pattern on it was embroidered with gold edging, it looked like it was embroidered a little by hand, and it took a lot of manpower and material resources.

The young man smiled crisply, took two steps, and quickly came to the high platform.

"Your Majesty!" He threw himself into the arms of the gods.

The god sitting on the high platform still couldn't see clearly in the dream. He raised his hand and stroked the boy's head, watching the other side squinting and rubbing against his palm.

"Today is a good day!" The young man held the god's waist with both hands, and looked at the god with a look of dependence, "Your Majesty can..."

He blinked, his eyebrows filled with anticipation, "Can you give me a name? "

Su Mingxuan was in a trance for a moment - he didn't know if this dream was real, this memory never appeared in his mind, maybe it was the evil taste of the gods, maybe it was just an ordinary dream without any meaning .

How could this be me?

He thought slowly.

Even if this young man looks exactly like him before, it doesn't mean that this is him.

God knows if the gods pinched something out, or... Su Mingxuan's own appearance was pinched by the gods according to this person.

Su Mingxuan thought about it like this, and suddenly felt that this idea was outrageous. Obviously, this young man would not be any other god. With the ability of a god, there is no need to squeeze another one that is exactly the same. If he died, it would be better to resurrect directly.

So what the hell is going on here?

He saw God lovingly rubbing the boy's hair, and heard him answer the boy's words.

"That's right..." The god said, "I should have given you a name."

Under the boy's suddenly bright eyes, the god said with a chuckle.

That sentence - it was just the words that Su Mingxuan remembered inexplicably when his mind was in chaos and his memory was repeatedly turned over. "Then ...