My Death God Roommate

"what did you say!"

Su Sifang stopped Mu Rong and said solemnly: "You calm down, no one hopes that the donor Xiaosang will come back more than Senior Sister Tong!"

Sang Tong said calmly: "You let her go."

Mu Rong clenched his fists tightly but didn't make any aggressive actions to Sang Tong: "Didn't we make an appointment to save people together? Why did you do this!"

...

"Even if you use this forbidden technique to save her back, will she feel better in her heart? Seeing you like this, she will never let it go in her life, why don't you believe me, no matter what you will pay for this matter For the price, you shouldn't bypass me!"

Su Sifang lowered his arms and said softly, "I'm sorry, Mu donor."

Sang Tong opened her mouth, tried to blurt it out several times and swallowed it back, and finally only said indifferently, "I just did what a sister should do."

Mu Rong roared: "You have no right to do this!" Then he rushed out of the room without looking back.

There was silence in the room, and Hua Yunyue, who had witnessed everything, sighed heavily in her heart.

She doesn't know each other deeply, but Mu Rong and Sang Tong are the two most distinctive and unique temperaments in the entire team.

This incident has evolved to the point it is today, and even a sober bystander like her can't clearly say which is right or wrong.

This tragedy was hammered out by Sang Tong, but was she really wrong?

May I ask how many people in the world who would rather sacrifice themselves to exchange for their relatives?

People are selfish. If this kind of thing happens in an ordinary person's home, it is probably a process of grief at first and then slowly accepting it, and finally out of the shadows over time.

At least Sang Tong didn't give up, even if she wanted to give it a try, even if she ended up so miserably.

Sang Tong's legs completely lost consciousness, and he could only use his hands to support the bed and move his body hard to lie down.

Pulling over the quilt and turning his body sideways, he turned both legs around with his hands, which made people feel embarrassed and distressed.

Su Sifang just watched quietly and didn't help.

Sang Tong turned her back to them and said nothing.

The two retreated and walked out the long corridor in silence.

Sang Tong buried his head in the pillow until no more sound was heard, and sad sobbing echoed in the room.

Sorry Yuwaer, my sister really did her best.

I did everything I thought was useful.

The last thing I can do is to arrange a decent funeral for you when the backlash does not further defeat me.

"Sister didn't protect you, and I'm sorry Mu Rong. That day, you saved me, right?"

On the night when Sang Tong threw Sang Yu's birth date into the cracks that night when he urged the Heaven-defying Fate Change Technique, huge suction power came from it, and Sang Tong felt that his soul body was about to be sucked away.

Suddenly a jet of water spouted from the inside to push her shaken soul back, and cut off the connection between Jiuyou and her soul body.

Immediately there was a tingling pain in his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, and his ears were buzzing, but Sang Tong faintly heard a misty voice: "Don't save me."

...

Sadness is hard to hold on, the sorrowful crying sounds overlap, and finally it turns from hard restraint to howling.

Su Sifang, who had gone back and forth, settled outside the door, raising his hand to hold Sang Tong's door.

Hanging her head, the dim emergency light hit her, and the thick shadow also hid her expression.

Mu Rong returned to the room to find the materials and drew a soul-shaking talisman in one go and stuck it on his forehead.

With a trembling from the depths of her soul, the pendant that had been hanging quietly around her neck suddenly burst into a purple light visible to the naked eye.

A familiar white was wrapped in the purple light, and the two colors intertwined to wrap Murong in it.

The Soul Shaking Talisman was lifted, floating in the air and spontaneously combusted.

An unfamiliar "memory" suddenly appeared in Mu Rong's mind: The Three Treasures of the Yinchao have been returned to the underworld, and the two souls have returned to their bodies. From then on, they have nothing to do with Feng. Xiaoyue will guard you for me in this life.

The purple streamer circled Mu Rong's body a few times, returning to the pendant voluntarily.

Mu Rong stood there blankly, his eyes blinking several times and his eyes were red.

She rushed to the room where Sangyu was parked in one breath, opened the lid of the life capsule and rushed to her body: "Why are you doing this to me, how can you be so cruel!? Without you, what is the use of my two souls! Why? My love came back, but you left me cruelly."

It has been several days since receiving the bad news about Sang Yu, and Mu Rong did not shed a single tear.

She had witnessed Sang Yu's "miracle" and held herself a bad identity. In her heart, she believed that Sang Yu was only temporarily away for a while, and she would always come back no matter how hard she was.

"Didn't you say, wait until my two souls come back to weigh our feelings again? I have the answer, do you want to listen?"

"You liar! Didn't you say you want to open a coffee bookstore with me? Didn't you say you want to grow old with me? Didn't you say that you will introduce me to your family in an upright manner in the future?"

"You don't mean to be my ghost contract after death, to be with you from life to life, and to live forever? How can you deprive me of my bad status? Where can I find you!"

"Since you can't keep your promise, why bother to return the two souls, Sang Yu, Sang Yu...you are so cruel."

In order to stabilize the military's heart, Sangtong's situation was kept secret, except for a few core members who knew it, and all said they were in retreat.

Everything in the base was given full authority to Mu Rong, and the newly appointed agent seemed to have "disappeared out of thin air", and there was no figure in sight.

The intelligent robot comes to her room to deliver her food every day, sometimes it is served out intact, even if it moves, it simply takes a few bites.

Wang Hao, as a section chief at the same level as Mu Rong, has gradually become the subject of the base although he has not been entrusted.

The rainstorm lasted for seven days, and the sun came out before the stored energy was about to run out.

The engineers learned their lesson and intensively expanded the battery capacity of the base. Wang Hao led a team of people and intelligent robots to field work all day long to explore the structure of the underground palace at the village site.

The rainstorm submerged the entire underground palace. A water pump was required to drain the stagnant water, and then a drone was sent in to take pictures and scan the ground at the same time.

Sang Tong was blind and disabled both legs, but fortunately his mana was still there.

She used Liu Er Niangzi as the medium and contacted Zeng Tianhan after several turns.

The investigation of Niu Ziru, a central task force, is coming to an end. According to the current situation, he is likely to be acquitted and the official reinstated.

Zeng Tianhan asked Sang Tong: Is there any misunderstanding between you and Director Niu?

Although her eyes can no longer be seen, her heart is brighter than ever before, and quiet solitude can make her think calmly.

Sang Tong recalled all the things that happened during the years lurking in the Northeast, and her intuition and experience told her that the Yata Kyou incident was definitely not a coincidence.

So she will never relax her vigilance against Niu Ziru, just...

If Niu Ziru was really wronged, who would be the one who controls everything?

There was a strange aura shrouded in Nuo Da's base, lingering.

The supreme chief and the acting chief were not seen all day long, and the actual commander Wang Hao led the team out early and returned late every day.

Among the three consultants that Deputy Director Sang Tong brought back, a bizarre dead body remained in the base.

The other two did not know why, so they stayed simple.

On the second day when the rain stopped, a coquettish red-eyed woman moved in and lived next door to Murong.

The members all felt the pressure of a group of dragons without a leader, no tasks, no orders, and stayed at this seemingly peaceful but dangerous front line all day long.

A few days later, one night, someone knocked on Su Sifang's door.

When the door opened, both of them were taken aback.

Mu Rong described withered, skinny and skinny in just a few days, and the originally moist goose-egg face abruptly thinned out a somewhat tough backbone.

The eye sockets are sunken with two touches of blue.

Although Su Sifang was slightly thin, he was not as scary as Mu Rong.However, her hair stretched out, her bangs fell to her eyebrows, and the uneven hair on top of her head was stubbornly braced.

"Can I go in?"

Su Sifang opened his body sideways: "Please."

Su Sifang poured a glass of water for Mu Rong: "Take care of your body. How can she feel relieved if she sees you like this?"

The dull pain ran through my heart, and his eyes were red.

Mu Rong curled his lips, it turned out that his tears hadn't drained yet.

"Master Sifang..."

"From now on, just call me four parties, or just call me quietly."

Mu Rong's heart was ashamed, and he didn't notice the change in Su Sifang's behavior and language.

"I would like to ask Master Sifang to shave for me. If I have this blessing, I am willing to worship under your door."

"From the first day I got to know you, I have seen that you have a close relationship with the Buddhist school, and the Buddha has a deep root of wisdom, but it's a pity that I can't promise you."

"why?!"

Su Sifang smiled, his smile was open-minded, but it also showed a hint of depression: "I'm still vulgar."

Mu Rong's eyes widened: "How come?"

Su Sifang habitually raised his palms, and forcibly separated the hands that were about to be folded like an electric shock, clenched them into fists and placed them on his legs.

"Nothing is impossible. Just like you, have you ever thought that one day you will escape into the empty door?"

Mu Rong shook his head, a drop of clear tears fell out of his eyes.

She went, and her own world collapsed, no matter how wonderful Hong Chen was, it had nothing to do with her.

"Isn't this anymore? Sifang has lived in the temple since he can remember, and once firmly believed that he would pass away under the ancient Buddha of the blue lantern. Isn't it vulgar now?"

The author has something to say: Can you accept Mu Rong becoming bald?=(:з∠)_rabbit