Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

Chapter 172 The End of the Year of the Corpse King【42】

Wanyan Qingji took out an imperial green jade ring from his pocket and put it on An Ting's hand.

"Sorry, I originally wanted to find a chance to propose to you, but unfortunately it's too late now."

"It doesn't matter, I will agree to your proposal now."

Wanyan Qingji's chin rested on An Ting's shoulder, and An Ting could feel his life passing by.

"I cast a spell on the ring. No matter which world you go to, this ring will never be lost."

"Okay, I will wear it and go to the next world to find you. You must wait for me."

"I will wait for you."

After Wanyan Qingji turned into ashes and floated into the air in his hands, An Ting froze in place for a long time. He didn't even know when Wang An removed the magic circle.

Wang'an walked up to An Ting and saw that An Ting looked helpless. He grabbed An Ting's arms and begged: "An'an, please look at me? Please, look. Look at me."

An Ting lowered his eyes, as if ignoring Wang An, ignoring Wang An at all.

"An'an, you killed him yourself to prevent him from being sealed. Do you love him so much? Why can't you see me?"

"Is Wanyan Qingji that good?! Is he really that good?!"

Hearing the name Wanyan Qingji, An Ting was slightly moved. When Wangan saw this, he felt as if his heart was cut into pieces by a thousand knives, and the pain made it difficult for him to breathe.

"An'an, have you forgotten how Diers hurt you in the past? Have you forgotten?!"

Wang'an grabbed An Ting's arms tightly and shouted hysterically: "Diers used to treat you as a plaything of the mermaid clan for people to watch. For the future of the mermaid clan, he locked you in a laboratory. Have you forgotten all this this whole year?! He hurt you so much, why do you still love him?!"

The next second, An Ting slapped Wang An directly, stared at him fiercely, and growled: "Wang An! You also know that he was once your brother! You hurt him again and again, do you still have a conscience? ?! Or is your conscience long gone?"

Wang'an grabbed An Ting's wrist, his eyes were red. He stared into An Ting's eyes, but he couldn't see himself in An Ting's eyes, because there was only Wanyan Qingji in his eyes.

"An Ting, I don't want this either. I want to listen to you and not go against him or cause trouble for him. I want to stay by your side peacefully, even if I am your dog, but I can't stand it! I can't stand you and him. Shengge every night! I can’t stand how charming you look in his arms! I can’t stand the fact that the only person you love is him! Why can’t there be more of me?!”

"Every time, when the three of us are together, you only have eyes for him, and I will always be the redundant one, so I decided that even if you hate me, I will seal him! I can't get it from you. Love, it’s okay to get your hate.”

An Ting pushed Wang An away and sneered: "Hate you? No, Wang An, not only do I not love you, I will not even give you half of my hatred. I will always treat you as a stranger."

An Ting's words were undoubtedly heart-wrenching. Wang An's hanging hands clenched unconsciously and then released. If An Ting looked carefully, he would definitely see that his hands were trembling at the moment.

"An'an, you can't do this to me..."

"Then what do you think I should do to you? You crazy person."

Wang'an lowered his head, tears fell unconsciously, and said with a wry smile: "No matter what I do, can't I get you to care about me?"

"Wang'an, I know you will come to pester me in the next world, but I put it aside. No matter how you separate Qingji and me, he and I will never be separated."

"Aren't you afraid that I will use my love Gu to control you?"

"You can do this, but you only control my body. You can never control my thoughts."

Wangan looked up to the sky and smiled, with a bit of sadness in his smile.

Then, Wang'an raised An Ting's hand holding the knife and said, "Kill me and avenge him. It's actually good to die in your hands. Just like before, we will continue to be entangled in the next world." .”

An Ting threw away the knife in his hand and said casually: "From this life on, I will not kill you again, because I think it is too easy for you to die in my hands, or in other words, it is too easy for you. I got my wish, but I can’t do what you want!”

"You can't love me, you can't hate me, and now you can't even kill me!"

An Ting said nothing to Wang An, he turned around and left with Rongchuan on his back.

An Ting took Rongchuan back to Rongchuan's home. An Ting didn't trust him, so she stayed by the bed waiting for him to wake up.

After Rongchuan woke up, he seemed to have no memory of what happened just now, and he didn't even remember who Wanyan Qingji was.

"Rongchuan, don't you remember anything?"

Rongchuan looked at An Ting with a puzzled look on his face, "Should I remember something? Yes, weren't we having a picnic in the park? Why am I at home?"

Since Rongchuan couldn't remember anything, An Ting didn't want him to remember, so he smiled and said, "Well, you fainted in the park just now. It was due to food poisoning. Next time, let's not cook by ourselves. It’s too easy to get into trouble.”

Rongchuan nodded, fully agreeing with An Ting's point of view.

"It makes sense. I feel like we haven't cooked it properly. Uncooked food can easily lead to food poisoning."

……

After Xin Wenwei executed the death penalty, An Ting's mission was completed.

Before leaving this world, An Ting specially said goodbye to Rongchuan and treated him to a hot pot meal.

"An Ting, do you really want to leave this city and travel around the world?"

"Ah."

"Then can I see you again?"

Probably not, after all, he may never return to this world.

However, An Ting did not directly tell Rongchuan the answer, but said to him: "Rongchuan, when you become Professor Rong, I might come back with a big gift to celebrate you."

Rongchuan raised his glass and said, "Okay, I will work hard to become Professor Rong, and you must also get better and better. We should all do well."

An Ting and Rong Chuan clinked glasses, and they drank the beer in one gulp.

After the dinner, Rongchuan put his hand on An Ting's shoulder, and the two of them walked under the redbud tree talking and laughing.

Rongchuan pointed to the full moon in front of him and said to An Ting, "An'an, the moon is particularly round tonight."

An Ting raised his eyes and glanced at the bright full moon, and said softly, "It is indeed very round."

"An Ting, have you heard a word?"

"What?"

"As the old saying goes, friends separated in life and death on the night of the full moon will be reunited in another world after death."

"Really? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Rongchuan burped and said with a silly smile: "I don't know, others are just talking nonsense."

"Okay, you're drunk, let me take you home."

An Ting supported Rong Chuan as he walked on the street under the street lights. The street lights stretched their figures very long. Wang An stood not far behind them and stared.

After An Ting sent Rongchuan home, An Ting clearly felt that his body was getting worse and worse. This was a sign that his soul was preparing to escape. In the past, he would feel this way after every mission was completed.

An Ting opened the door and walked out of the room. He didn't expect to meet Wang An at the corner.

"I didn't say I would never see you again."

Wang'an didn't say anything. He just stepped forward and picked An Ting up. Now An Ting was very weak and couldn't break away at all, so he could only let Wang An hold him.

Wang'an carried An Ting to the rooftop. It was late at night, so he sat on the rooftop with An Ting in his arms and looked up at the stars.

Wang'an hugged An Ting and let An Ting lean on his shoulder. He cast a spell. Now An Ting could not speak at all and could only listen to him.

"The stars are very beautiful tonight, but no matter how beautiful the stars are, they are not as beautiful as you. You are the most beautiful I have ever seen."

Time passed by minute by second, when the sky turned white and the morning sun broke through the clouds and revealed golden light, Wang An smiled happily.

"An'an, look, that's the rising sun."

An Ting raised his eyes and glanced at the golden morning sun, then closed his eyes in Wang An's arms.

After Wang'an felt An Ting leave, he hugged 'An Ting' motionlessly, and his big tears fell on his robe drop by drop.