Tiny stars are tiny stars.

Like many stars in the galaxy, it does not even emit light, or the light is so weak that it cannot be noticed by people.

Those in the galaxy, the stars that are not noticed, will not even be regarded as serious stars by the astrologers.

Few fools would like a star that doesn't shine or that shines faintly.

But there will be plenty of idiots who like the same bright star.

Zhaixing could have been attached to a very bright star like those people, but he refused.

When his companions asked him, he always answered coldly: Is it worthy?

It doesn't deserve it.

Only one star in the whole galaxy will fall - to his galaxy, only one star in the whole galaxy can be guarded by him, and if it does not exist, he can not exist.

That little star can only be observed and liked by him alone.

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After calculating the mass of the little star, the high priest has not come to a conclusion, but first got a prediction-this strange little star will fall to them!

They may not know that their place is also a little star, but they do know that if this little star falls - falls on their world, their world will be destroyed.

Their romantic feelings, rooted in their marrow, were shattered at once - only the weak star was shattered.

And this work must be done by Zhaixing, because according to the prediction of the sacrifice, this star will fall on the galaxy of Zhaixing.

Some people even put forward terrifying conspiracy theories: Did Zhexing deliberately attract the little star, and did he commit a felony?

But no matter what the reason is, Zhaixing must personally go to the star he fell in love with.

The stars streak across the sky, bringing out a beautiful blue tail feather.

Zhaixing came into close contact with him and saw the people in the stars.

It was a sleeping beautiful boy.

Encased in crystals, with immortal flowers surrounding the boy, due to gravity, he floats in the stars with the beautiful coffin.

It was because of that glance that Zhaixing let the boy land.

That beautiful blue-purple fishtail split the white clouds and dyed a red glow on the pale golden sky.

The astrologers fled wildly, and when the little star fell, it overturned everyone's star trails, and almost half of them died on the spot.

But Zhaixing raised the corners of his mouth. He looked at everyone coldly, and stroked the star that came for himself.

Wang Xingzhi came out of the darkness and saw the true face of the world.

The golden surface twisted into tunnels, like meandering golden pythons. The snake heads were pointing in the same direction.

But all their angry moves were condensed in a flash.

In front of that beautiful blue star, they are all brothers.

Wang Xingzhi stopped far away, a huge wave of radiation rippling over, Wang Xingzhi rummaged through the boxes and turned the cabinets and put something to protect himself, and he didn't know if he could resist the strange radiation.

The reason why he didn't take a step forward was because not far from the azure-blue stone, the rolling white liquid mixed with blood plasma rolled into the rough golden river just now, and occasionally a few highly corroded rivers rolled out of it. skull.

Wang Xingzhi: It's like a day trip to hell.

He lowered his head and touched the almost melted toffee in the bag.

"Why did you keep one for me?" Wang Xingzhi felt the candy and thought of a certain sticky child, he was very happy.

He pinched the candy in his hand, but he didn't want to eat it.

In fact, it wasn't such a delicious candy. He was just worried, what would happen if Sunanzhi wanted to eat it when she came out.

Just when he was stunned, the player's panel was updated.

[Congratulations to the player who entered the watch world alive. 】

[The astrology family is a special race in the world, their blood is milky white, and occasionally there are mixed colors. Astrologers have always guarded the stars, but they betrayed the stars and were punished. 】

[The dead astrologers don't seem to be as quiet as they seem. Every midnight dream, can you feel that there are a pair of eyes peeping at you? 】

copy:

【Voyeur】

time:

【Live for three days】

hint:

【You must also have a star of your own】

Wang Xingzhi touched his head and sighed sincerely.

"Grass, there's no end to it!"

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Zhaixing knew that a person came out of the oil painting.

That person hid well, at least he didn't come out with his face like the idiot at the beginning.

On the other hand, he has no time for him now.

He pursed his pale lips and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The body that has been eroded by the radiation wave looks shaky, keeping his skin pale at all times, with the transparency of white paper under the warm sunlight.

His hair had degenerated into the color of snowflakes, and his smooth hair was attached to the black gown, looking like a painting.

He lay quietly beside the oil painting, and the immortal flowers around him were already gray-white, which means that its beauty has passed.

He closed his eyes.

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Zhaixing closed his eyes.

Blood splattered on his face. The blood of this clan was white mixed with red, and splashed on his white robe, like a white-red brain.

The clansmen stared before they died, cursing viciously: "You and your star can only live one! In the end, you will die, and so will your star!!"

I don't know how many people came.

The astrology clan did not know how many people died, and the clan who survived in the end kept assassinating him - Zhaixing stood in front of that star, and only by killing him could that star be destroyed.

The clansmen tried to use this method to relieve the radiation of the blue stars.

But what they didn't expect was that it was them who couldn't stand it first.

Zhaixing guards his star every day. No one knows that there is a little "Sleeping Beauty" in that inconspicuous star.

As long as the stars see him, they will be happy.

At that time, his hair was not yet white, and the eternal flowers accompanied "Sleeping Beauty", each of which was so beautiful.

Until one day, his "Sleeping Beauty" was lost.

The beautiful coffin shattered, and the immortal flower touched the air, turning it completely gray, and his "Sleeping Beauty" disappeared completely.

So he used his own blood to fuse it into the paint, like a spider weaving a web.

He drew a not-so-good story.

This is the story of a slave and a young master.

Slaves are arrogant and self-indulgent, and are spoiled for lawlessness.

The young master exchanged identities with him because of loneliness.

He did concoct an empty shell.

But……

He opened his eyes and said, "I got you, my little star."

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The doctor stepped on the dusty corridor step by step, an almost uncontrollable smile on his face.

After waiting so long, he finally saw his little prince.

"Dear little prince, do you want to play hide-and-seek with me?" The doctor was not in a hurry, and even had a white rose pinned to his chest.

He has been waiting for the arrival of the little prince since he woke up from the copy, but unfortunately for many reasons, he could not come to greet his little prince in person.

The doctor is really uncomfortable.

However, those things are over.

Even if his little prince has done things he shouldn't do with people, it doesn't matter, as long as he has him, it's good to delete those memories that shouldn't exist for him.

It's not that difficult.

After the house was attacked by the Flower of Oath, it was basically gray, and the small footprints showed that he was frightened, panicked and at a loss.

The doctor blamed himself very much. He didn't want to meet him in this way. It would be nice if he could be a little gentler and gentler.

But fate is like this, given some choices, but not so good choices.

For example, he should have picked a red rose, but only got a white rose.

Out of self-reproach, the doctor took out his silver scalpel and cut it towards the hot blood vessel.

Then he dripped the hot blood on the white rose little by little, completely dyeing him into a red rose.

The doctor licked the blood on the tip of the knife and walked towards the closet little by little.

His eyebrows were raised, his lips were red, and there was a little residual blood at the corners of his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes and sniffed the smell of Sunanzhi in the air like a madman.

Obviously he only smelled a little bit, but he was so excited that his whole body trembled, and this person showed a look of intoxication and infatuation.

It also seemed to be the taste that made him react, how could he go to see his little prince like this?

So, he immediately took a knife, took a few photos of his face, straightened his clothes, and showed the smile of a young boy in love.

He straightened his back, held the red rose as fresh as a liver, and curled the corners of his mouth, as if going on a blind date.

It's just that his expression is really terrifying, his lips are red and his teeth are white. At this time, the touch of red is too bright and it looks very penetrating.

"Dear little prince, I have found you!"

His dead white skin revealed a bright red smile, bright and strange.

After a few seconds, he felt the person in the cabinet move.

The doctor was in an exceptionally good mood. He held the rose upright, as if he was taking off his bride's head, and opened the cabinet door little by little.

The whole soundtrack is extremely nostalgic, and the words contain a lingering taste.

"I'm here to pick you up..."

Those sounds are about to melt.

But in the end, it stopped abruptly.

The doctor's face fell completely.

He didn't even speak, he just stabbed his scalpel with a calm face.

"Wow woo woo, why are you doing this!!" Aba Aba rolled and crawled, naturally the scalpel couldn't hurt him, but he was still afraid.

Some people are scarier than ghosts.

Like this doctor.

The doctor squinted his eyes, and there was no warmth in those eyes.

He slowly pulled out his scalpel, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "It's a ghost, so it won't hurt. I only ask once, where did you get him?"

Aba Aba cried when something happened, and said, "Woooooo, I really don't know!!"

The doctor laughed cruelly. He took out a rose gun in the other hand and put it on Aba Aba's forehead. The corners of his lips curved: "Then, please die."

The silent gun, the ghost-killing gun.

The doctor blew the cigarette from the rose gun and pinned the rose to his chest.

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A few seconds ago, Sunanzhi heard footsteps outside.

He swallowed and suddenly stretched out a generous hand from the darkness. Su Nanzhi struggled twice, smelled the familiar smell, and gave up resisting.

Then he dragged into the endless darkness.

The author has something to say: Su Nanzhi: Be gentle, it hurts!

BOSS: squeamish

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This dungeon is about to end. Dads, I am stuck, what should I do! ! !