[BL MTL] The scumbag attack is no longer scumbag [quick wear]

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Chapter 31(1)

"You were a gangster when you were young, and you have become an old gangster when you are old. But I just like you."

Meng Xiangbei felt relieved.

The two chatted for a while. Lin Zhibai was silent for a few seconds and said calmly: "Brother Meng, my time is almost up."

Meng Xiangbei was stunned.

Lin Zhibai held his hand.

"Brother Meng, do you know, last night, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore and married the village chief's daughter. I didn't take the college entrance examination, failed to go to Kyoto University, and failed to become a teacher. I even committed suicide in the river.

This dream was so real, so real that I thought I had experienced it before. Fortunately, fortunately, I woke up with you, and I realized my dream. You have been with me until now. I I like

this marriage certificate. This is the evidence that you and I are together. This is your love for me. Brother Meng, I am very happy to meet you in this life. I am also very happy that you will be with me all my life. , I am satisfied."

Lin Zhibai's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally lost his voice completely.

The old man closed his eyes and stopped breathing. He intertwined fingers with Meng Xiangbei with one hand, and held the two marriage certificates tightly in his other hand, placing them in the pit of his heart.

Meng Xiangbei leaned forward and pressed a kiss between his eyebrows.

The entire human world is filled with magnificent colors at this moment. The world slowly condenses and finally becomes something beautiful like a bubble.

This is a dream, and it is also Lin Zhibai's beautiful and complete life.

[End of the first world]

After Meng Xiangbei devoured Lin Zhibai's dream, he returned to the underworld and squatted at Meng Po's soup.

After a while, there was another person, to be precise, a teenager holding a child about one year old.

The young man didn't seem to be very clear-headed and confused, and he muttered incoherently: "Brother An is sick, please save him, don't die, don't die..."

Meng Xiangbei accepted the commission from Qiao Qingjun, the young man, Starting to weave a dream, the young man said that he wanted to give his son a happy home.

It was a cold winter in the capital, a dark night, and heavy rain, drowning out all sounds. Occasionally, lanterns were hung under the eaves of someone's house, and the light seemed dim.

It was approaching late at night, and the weather was so bad and cold. Everyone hid in their homes, curled up in bed to keep warm and slept peacefully.

The cold wind was biting, blowing on people's faces, like a blunt knife cutting them. The complete coldness made people's hands and feet freeze, and the blood almost solidified.

The rain continued all day and all night, and there was deep water on the road.

Suddenly, a little light appeared in front.

A young man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat was holding a lantern in one hand and seemed to be protecting something on his chest with the other. His feet were covered with traces of water as he ran forward.