My sister can't be Ayase Little Angel

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Du Zhejun tried very hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't open them.

I want to say something but I can't make a sound, I can't exert any strength all over.I can hardly feel my body.

It's like a ghost press.

There is only boundless darkness in front of me, and this alone is scary enough.

What's more, there is always a rustling sound in my ears, as well as clanging movements.

Most importantly, there are footsteps.

But he lives alone, and there are waves of fear in his heart.

He only remembered that he was reading a book, and then he didn't know anything when his eyes went dark.

What's the matter, I can't move my whole body. Is there a sudden illness?Is it in the hospital?

Did you enter the robber?Have you been drugged?Have you been kidnapped?

I don't know how long it took, suddenly a warm feeling came from his forehead. It was a hand touching his head.

This did not feel at ease in him, but a tremor in his heart.

who is it?

Finally at this moment, Du Zhejun, who had worked hard for a long time, opened his eyes.He panted hard, trying his best to look at everything in front of him.

There is only one person, not his room.

Then he stared carefully at the man, a girl.

The morning sun spread on her profile.

Ice blue eyes, long black hair, slender figure.

She is a young girl who is full of attraction but dare not get close.

But she glanced at herself, got up and went out.

That is Ayase, Ayase Aragaki, one of the girls in my sister.

Where is this? What is going on?

Du Zhejun on the bed looked at the room in a daze.

Suddenly smiled sadly.

The blankness and sadness in my heart can no longer be suppressed.

Tears couldn't stop rolling down.

Flowing constantly.

With a silent grin, I was finally lonely and crazy.

He held the noodles in his hand, and tears fell from his fingers on the quilt.

Ooh, finally, crazy.

Ryunosuke suddenly laughed.

But immediately, like a child, crying aggrievedly.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, none of me is alive, I didn't do it, I didn't do it!

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Suddenly, a sharp pain struck him, he instinctively held his head with his hands, and kept twisting his body.

My head hurts so much, it hurts more than a sudden turn when I have a bad cold.

It was like a dead heavy metal rock band playing around him, his brain beating unceasingly.

He couldn't help groaning, twisting his body more violently, crumpling the sheets.

He didn't know what was going on, he just felt that his head hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!!

The pain is getting worse and I can't help it anymore.

Suddenly, he kept hitting the wall with his head, harder and harder, as if this could relieve him.

His delicate and pale face was full of hideous colors, and the words "It hurts to death" were written all over.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, not wanting to cry, but instinctive reaction, instinctive reaction.

It didn't take half a minute, as if coming out of a sauna, sweat drenched the clothes, and the whole body was dripping with water.

This kind of pain seems to hurt the soul.

In fact, it really has something to do with the soul.Many memory fragments appeared in his mind.

Many books have this saying.

Most memories will be forgotten, or remember not very clearly.

Memories of childhood, memories of a quick glance, memories of unimportant things.

But at the moment of crisis, between life and death, these memories may be recalled and flashed in front of them like a slideshow.

But the teenager on the bed, or Du Zhejun.He promised that these memories are definitely not his, absolutely.

It can be determined from any point.

Whether it is a variety of houses with different styles.

Or from advertising slogans to texts in books, and all kinds of people who say something to themselves.New Schoolbag Network www.51aslz.com

In other words, I have a younger sister!?

This can prove that these memories are not his.

Eh???After Du Zhejun glanced at the girl in the memory segment.

Suddenly, this kind of memory fragments increased.

Scenes and scenes about the young girl emerged, mingled with his own memories with a grin and a rant.

The whole world is her.

Du Zhejun suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and he had been struggling for a long time, but at this time he couldn't help it anymore.

He fainted, motionless.

After a while, the girl came in.

On a wooden plate were a bowl of steaming porridge, a spoon and a bowl of curry udon.

Seeing that the boy was still lying down, he put the warm food on the tatami in front of the bed.

The girl knelt by the bed and shook him gently: "Get up and sit on the bed to eat."

no respond.There was still no response after calling again.

The girl tried to turn him over and saw his painful face, frowned brows, and sweat on his forehead.

She was suddenly nervous, and she was fine just now. What's wrong?

The fever had gone after touching his head before, and I saw him open his eyes.

Although Du Zhejun fainted, it was strange that his consciousness was still awake, but he could not move.

Du Zhejun looked at these memory fragments, although he was in a trance, there was a sense of understanding in his heart.

This is fighting for body control and attacking him.

Without much consideration, under constant impact.

Du Zhejun, who didn't know what to do, had to recall his own memory desperately, who he was?

Slowly, slowly, the memory that does not belong to me, slowly disappeared and no longer appeared, leaving only my own memory and a figure.

That figure is like a girl.

In a light blue sailor suit, with her beautiful hair near her ears, her face is soft, and a smile is hidden at the corners of her mouth, she is looking at him with endless tenderness in her eyes.

"This is my sister, take good care of her."

He instinctively filled that figure with love and care.

But this is definitely not my own idea.

Du Zhejun, whose pain gradually eased, finally had the strength to think.

[It seems that I won.This figure should be the biggest obsession of the original owner, right?] Du Zhejun thought.

Am I not crazy?

I, I, I...

The figure suddenly changed.

Only the side face can be seen, and the hair is still lightly teasing his ears, looking into the distance.

However, there is no more smile, and the beautiful eyes are filled with sadness, hope and hesitation.

[If it's Ayase, I will take care of it without you.

But considering the deceased’s wishes...

Du Zhejun condensed his thoughts and said seriously:

"If it's Ayase, leave it to me. I will take good care of her and make her happy without crying.

Brother, don't worry."

The tone is flat, but faintly reveals extremely firmness.

It seems that the original owner heard this sentence.

It seems that Du Zhejun's memory has also been part of him.

It seemed that he knew he couldn't exist anymore.

It seems that he thinks Du Zhejun can do it.

That figure gradually turned into fragments of light and merged into Du Zhejun's mind.

The memory of the original owner slowly appeared, and Du Zhejun was startled, thinking he was attacked again.

However, these memories do not have a sense of shock, they just appear slowly.

It's like a spring breeze and rain, moistening things silently.

Du Zhejun realized at this time that this was entrusted to him by the original owner, and disappeared with endless nostalgia.

Then, he completely lost consciousness, and only heard the sound of steady breathing.

But he didn't know that it was good for him to pass out this time.

The soul power produced by the human body is limited, and the original owner voluntarily gifted it, allowing most of the soul power to be retained.

The stronger the soul power, the faster the thinking, the greater the potential, and the longer the life span.

Moreover, if it was not a gift from the original owner, he would not have knowledge of the language of this world, and he would have many problems in the future.

Of course the biggest trouble is that after the shock, he might become a little fool.

Du Zhejun fell asleep, slowly accepting this gift subconsciously.

There was only one pair of worried and worried eyes that kept looking at him.