Jia Huan was born in a wealthy family. He was pampered since childhood and had a rich life. When he grew up, he was admitted to the most famous medical university in the country with excellent grades. It was so smooth and his future was promising. But everyone is an apple that God bites, and there are more or less some shortcomings on his body.

Jia Huan, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, naturally had shortcomings, and it was not small.

He is a homosexual with pure zero attributes. Only when facing tall and strong men will he develop desires - desires that are overwhelmed by others. After the secret was exposed, he cut off relations with his family and lived in seclusion with his boyfriend in a remote town, living a peaceful and sweet life. Just when he thought he could be happy forever, the doomsday broke out unexpectedly.

Fortunately, Jia Huan and her boyfriend have become psychics in all kinds of ways. Unfortunately, Jia Huan's healing ability can only heal himself, and there is no other use. Every time his body suffers a severe injury, this ability will become stronger. From the initial immune zombie virus to the rapid healing of wounds, to the rebirth of the broken limb, he found that his strength is getting stronger and faster, his five senses are getting sharper, and his body is getting stronger and stronger, and his boyfriend's eyes look at him are getting darker.

He knew that his ability was unique, and although it was not aggressive, it was crazy enough. His boyfriend called this ability "immortality". Even if everyone in the world died, Jia Huan could live safely to the end.

When he said this, his boyfriend's eyes flashed with a passionate plundering, as if he wanted to open his brain and extract this ability from his brain to take it for himself.

When he overheard his boyfriend discussing with his team members that he would contribute him to the country to develop a drug to cure zombie virus, he escaped from the base overnight, and since then he lived in isolation and wandered around.

He did not have such great sentiments and was willing to sacrifice himself to save the world. He just wanted to live, even if he endured eternal loneliness, even if he went through hardships and hardships.

Ten years passed, and when Jia Huan thought he would become the last living human on earth, the God of Doom suddenly came. He encountered a Zombie Emperor, and the spiritual Zombie Emperor. His brain was paralyzed and lost control of his body. He could only watch as the Zombie Emperor led a group of zombies to bite his flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood healed quickly as soon as it was bitten off, and then bit off and healed again... The sweet and wonderful smell of blood and the endless fresh meat attracted more zombies, and the high-pitched roar echoed over the dilapidated city, as if celebrating a feast.

Jia Huan tried to concentrate on getting rid of the Zombie Emperor's confinement. When his arm was finally able to move, a thin claw broke through the air and penetrated his temples, shattering the crystal core hidden deep in his brain.

Jia Huan felt a sharp pain, and the bright white light burst out in his eyes, then dimmed, and finally disappeared and returned to nothingness.

It turns out that no one can survive...

When he opened his eyes again, Jia Huan was lying on an antique pineapple wood bed. Four bed columns were carved with complex patterns such as magpies climbing branches, two dragons soaring, and three Yangs Kaitai. The top was covered with a lotus-colored yarn-like bed curtain, which isolated the outside world's sight. The soft sunlight penetrated the fabric, dyeing this quiet and narrow space with a warm and peaceful meaning.

Jia Huan twitched his nose and confirmed that the faint incense floating in the air was not his illusion. Apart from the stench of the corpse, he hadn't smelled anything else for a long time. The severe pain in his temples had not subsided, and his limbs were soft and weak. He thought he was not dead and was rescued by a kind-hearted person, but when he opened the curtain to see the environment he was in, he immediately denied the answer.

There is no such gorgeous and clean room in the end of the world, no such fresh air with a light fragrance, no normal plants growing, and no radiation-free sunlight... Looking at the severely shrinking white and tender hands in front of him in a daze, he vaguely realized that he might not be the original Jia Huan, and this is not the dark world.

When Jia Huan was still immersed in the horror, a woman's rude insult came from outside the door, "The dog's stuff is so cruel! I'm lazy to carry a book bag for me, so I'll go with a charming look! What's the point of bringing a few boxes of cages for her? I licked her rouge or entered her pussy? Beat me hard! I'll give him a straw mat for death!"

"My aunt, please spare me! I know my mistake, I will never dare to do it again! Third Master, please save Duofu!" The voice of the boy who was in the voice change period came, followed by the crackling sound of the stick falling.

"Clog his mouth with cow dung!" The woman's order was disgusting.

The boy's shrill wail turned into a whimpering hum.

The mixed noise evoked the memories left in my mind. Jia Huan slowly put away his horrified expression and smiled playfully.

His name is Jia huan, but he is not Jia Huan. Now he is the complete clown in Cao Xueqin's writings. Jia Huan, the little frozen cat who has burned hair, is vulgar, vulgar, sinister, and disgusted by everyone.

Jia Huan is only seven years old. Because no one is disciplined, he is used to playing wildly in the garden. He climbs trees and snatches birds, goes to the pond to fish, and goes to the steep and deserted place. In the past, it was okay if a servant followed him, but today, because Baoyu's girl Bihen Tanyun passed by with a big box of cages, the servant saw that the two of them were struggling, so he left his master and showed his attention. When he came back, he saw that Jia Huan was lying on the ground, his temple was knocked on a stone, breaking a bloody hole in the boss, leaving only breathing but not breathing.

The daughter did not recognize herself, but the only life root was left. The doctor bandaged the wound and said, "Go to do your best to be loyal." Aunt Zhao went crazy and did not ask Mrs. Wang for instructions, and lynched in her yard. Although she could not control the slaves in the yard, killing the master was a serious crime. She said she wanted to beat her, and the rest of the people hesitated for a while and then followed. She only used some tricks when putting the stick, which sounded heavy, but it did not hurt her muscles.

Although Duofu's parents died early, his sister Caiming worked with the second grandmother Lian. Whenever she encountered things like booking, naming, studying for Chongshu, etc., the second grandmother Lian relied on her. She was very handsome and did not dare to offend her easily.

Aunt Zhao didn't know these reasons, so she let out anger and lifted the door and came in. She met her dark eyes and screamed in surprise, "Son, you finally woke up! If you go, what should I do if the rest of my aunt? This time, the slave of the kid is so upset that he wouldn't take our mother seriously in the past. If it weren't for them, how could you have such a disaster? This time, you must not be coaxed by him! Seeing that I won't beat him to death, others know that you are also the serious master of the Jia family..."

Aunt Zhao hugged her son, crying and swearing.

Duofu is often lazy to Jia Huan, his words are condescending and rude, and his behavior is not distinguished by the superiors and inferiors, but he is good at eloquence and knows how to do things. Several times Jia Huan was annoyed. He said a few words and sent a straw grasshopper to get over. Over time, he took Jia Huan, obeyed his words and obeyed him, and made the master not have any rules, and there was no rule.

Seeing Jia Huan awake, he spit out the mud balls of cow dung from his mouth, stretched his neck to kill a pig, "San Master, please spare Duofu this time. Duofu's life will be yours in the future. I will never complain if I make a cow and a horse for you in this life..."

Jia Huan's position in the Jia Mansion was embarrassing, and he couldn't afford to take the master's fortune. He was young and had a weak ear. Any third-class girl around Baoyu dared to bully him as a tycoon. The slave who was beating the board expected that Jia Huan would give up, so he stopped.

Duofu broke free from his control and rolled into the house to beg for mercy.

Aunt Zhao stood up and screamed, "Pull him out and continue beating! How can I do it? I can't help you? Today he caused my son to be seriously injured and dying. Even if he said that, he was the only one who took the blame! Beat me and continue beating! Just beat me! Just beat him to death!" As he said that, he walked forward, picked up a feather duster, and whipped it at Duofu's storefront.

Duofu hugged his head and begged for mercy. The girl next to him was hindering and persuading, causing a lot of noise.

Jia Huan (hereinafter referred to as a unified title) has been practicing in the end of the world for more than ten years and lives in endless killing every day. He has long since changed his temperament. In terms of viciousness, coldness, cruelty, ruthlessness, and unstable mood, and almost no one can reach this peaceful and prosperous era.

He had a headache and couldn't hear the noise. He swung a porcelain bottle beside the bed and threw it at the crowd. The porcelain bottle accurately hit Duofu's head, and immediately his skin was opened and his flesh was bleeding, which was very terrifying.

Duofu fell softly with a whimper, and he didn't know what to do, and the room suddenly became quiet.

"The retribution for the evil has been paid, sweep him out. You guys leave, I want to sleep!" Jia Huan's tone was faint. He had put all his strength into the past just now. He now needs to meditate and restore his vitality, and he still has to think about how to go in the future.

It was clearly the horn child. His pale face was still childish, but his eyes were gone without the innocence, cowardice, and naughtyness of the past. The pure black pupils occupied most of the whites, making these eyes as deep as a black hole, revealing an indescribable chill. And the actions just now were unprecedentedly thunderous and reckless. This evil reward was just about to be rewarded, and it was like a life-seeking ghost child.

The servants came out one after another with a rare respect on their faces.

Aunt Zhao walked to the bed and wanted to speak, but Jia Huan looked at her with a cold tone, "Go out!" He was not real Jia Huan, so he naturally would not have any admiration for Aunt Zhao.

Seeing that her son's eyes had been closed and his face was very pale and weak, Aunt Zhao had no choice but to go out. She was angry and didn't notice her son's abnormality. She just hated herself for not thinking about smashing Duofu with a bottle earlier, so that she could relieve her resentment and anger in her heart with her own hands.

When it became quiet outside, Jia Huan opened his eyes and used his fingernails to scratch a tiny wound on the back of his hand, licking off the blood beads that slowly oozed out. But in an instant, the wound had disappeared without a trace, and his skin was still as white and tender as before. He raised his hand and touched the gauze on his ears, feeling the severe pain in his temples still. A familiar warmth squirmed in the flesh and blood, which was a supernatural power to repair the wound.

The superpower is still there, but the level has dropped to the primary level. This injury used to be cured in a blink of an eye, but now it will take two or three days. Jia Huan was not depressed and slowly put down the big stone in his heart.

Some scholars have analyzed that the types of superpowers obtained by superpowers are closely related to their thoughts and personalities. Jia Huan's superpower is called "Immortality", which shows how obsessed he has about "living". Even though this superpower has brought him endless troubles and pain, as long as he is alive, his heart is full of gratitude for the love of God. He will try his best to hide his special features, but will not give up the opportunity to become stronger because of fear of exposure.

The peaceful and prosperous era described in Dream of Red Mansions is comparable to heaven for Jia Huan. But if he dies, the Jia family he devoted to has begun to fall. It is imperative to leave the Jia family before the building collapses, but Jia Huan is only seven years old, and has no power to tie a chicken and is penniless and has no human nature. How can he leave?
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