"I'm going to ...... Dead? ”

His consciousness gradually blurred, and Zhao Yang, who only had his last breath left, looked around, but everything in his sight was miserable, and countless people fell into the river of blood coagulated by blood!

"They're all dead...... No one is alive. ”

When Zhao Yang looked at a certain pile of corpses again, the corners of his eyes were showing droplets of blood, or blood-covered tears.

There are his parents there......

"As always, nothing can be done! Can only ......"

Zhao Yang's injury could no longer support him to think more, and as his consciousness dissipated, Zhao Yang could only close his eyes with a self-deprecating smile, and as soon as his body was loosened, there was no movement.

It's just that the consciousness has just dissipated, and in the next moment, Zhao Yang's consciousness has come back again.

He subconsciously opened his eyes!

The blue sky, the unpredictable white clouds, and the sun are hiding behind the white clouds, as if they are hiding from someone, or secretly observing someone, sending out the shy sun!

From time to time, I don't know if it was the whispering of birds, or the joyful singing of birds.

"Here?"

Not the scene before, not even the location. The breeze blows the grass and trees, up and down, in this comfortable sunshine, it looks lazy and lazy, and there is a good smell under the green and green, which seems to be a woman's body fragrance, which makes people yearn for it.

Looking at a place like a paradise. Zhao Yang only felt a burst of familiarity.

The wounds and blood on his body were long gone, as if everything that had happened before was just a dream, or maybe this was a dream.

pinched his arm vigorously, and the real pain made Zhao Yang realize that he was not dreaming.

"Am I not dead?"

Everything before was so real, but everything now makes people feel that it is all illusory.

"Zhao Yang, you are really here, your parents are worried about looking for you everywhere! Come home with me. ”

Zhao Yang, who was thinking about it, was pulled back to his senses by a burst of shouts.

Looking back, Zhao Yang saw a gray-headed and gray-headed young man, but there was some fortitude in his eyes.

"An Wei?"

This person Zhao Yang is very familiar, this is his playmate since he was a child, but wasn't he killed? Why is he still alive, and why has he become so small? Like a fifteen-year-old boy?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yang subconsciously looked at his body, which was also much petite.

What's going on? Am I born again?

"Hey, I said don't stop talking! You're such an adult, and you're still having a little temper, and your parents say you're too