Chapter Seventy-Two: The Worlds Cross

"Wang Ying, this is the second time, I'm ruthless to you."

I ran desperately, pretending not to hear anything and continued to run forward, she was ruthless to me, and she was not really Li Qing, so let her be ruthless!

What does it matter to me, I thought so in my heart, but tears still flowed down the corners of my eyes, this feeling is so familiar, as if something like this has happened once upon a time, what is going on, I have never let go of Li Qing's hand, and there is a moment in time to hurt myself, and I will never run to the Li Qing who has accompanied me since childhood. But what she said was the second time, could it have really happened, and it happened in that deeply hidden memory, then I won't know, and I won't know, but why did the fake Li Qing behind him do this.

And the corpse lying on the ground that looked exactly like me, was it really just a prop she used to intimidate me? At this moment, my state of mind is very complicated, and I can't sort out the chaotic thread in my mind, and I feel as if I have once again fallen into a terrible circle, and I myself have been lost in this strange circle, and I can't find the way out.

"Come, don't be afraid, I'll take you away."

A voice sounded in my ears so much, I looked up in confusion, and it was him in front of me, the gentle man who had given me the silver whip appeared in front of me again, this time his figure became clearer and clearer, he was wearing a red ancient robe and thought of me coming.

I looked at him with a pair of eyes, he reached out and picked me up from the ground, and walked forward, I cherished this rare tenderness, greedy leaning on his arms, wanting to enjoy more of the warmth he gave me.

"Why, you always show up when I'm helpless?"

I opened my mouth to ask, but he didn't reply, just smiled at me.

"Why do you make me so familiar?"

When I asked again, he still didn't answer, as if I wasn't talking to him at the moment.

"Can you tell me?"

I was a little excited, after all, when anyone asked another person one after another and didn't get the answer they wanted, there would be more or less a trace of warmth.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know when you can remember my name."

He sighed deeply, and everything around him seemed to be eclipsed in my eyes, leaving only his slightly frowning brow, and that unusually gentle and helpless face.

Although he was still smiling at the moment when he was holding me, I could deeply feel that his smile was not at me, but at another person, and his gentleness was the same, perhaps it never belonged to me.

"Alright, you should be able to go on your own, I'm going back."

I don't know how long he carried me, but he finally opened his mouth again to break my thoughts. I looked at him with a faint hint of reluctance in my heart, I really wanted to keep it, but I didn't know how to stay, just like he said, I was a person who didn't even remember his name, and what qualifications did I have to keep him, but my new one was always a little unwilling.

So, I made a decision, and I did it boldly.

Reaching out and hugging him, I smiled and kissed him on the lips, and quickly retreated, and the next moment I saw an expression other than gentleness on his face, and he was surprised, and even his eyes were stained with a lot of complexity, so that he made me lose again.

He slowly put me down. After taking a deep look at me, whose cheeks were still a little red, he turned around without saying anything.

"Wait a minute, tell me where I'm going to see you." His hands were cold, which made me want to be warm, but at the moment it gave me a feeling of not being lonely.

"If you really want to find me, go to Seven Streets! That's my home. His words made me stunned, maybe I forgot a lot, but the name of the place on the paper card made me never forget, yes, that is the name of the seventh street, but what kind of place is it?

Why did he live in that place? That's something I don't understand at all.

"Wang Ying, don't be confused, one day you will know everything, and you will also return to me."

He turned around and gently smoothed my hair, still with that nonchalant smile on his face. A gust of wind blew and I couldn't help but blink, and when I looked at the person in front of me again, he was gone.

I smiled bitterly, with a faint sour water in my heart, and sure enough, he left me again, quietly.

It was as if my lost heart had fallen from a height to the ground in an instant, and when I raised my eyes again to look at the scene around me, I was surprised to find that I was standing in front of the familiar door.

It turns out that it has really arrived, if I was a person who was lost in the world of confusion just now, then what I am standing at this moment is the person who is facing a choice in front of the door of confusion and reality, everything in front of me is real, of course, the fake Li Qing that appeared, and the corpse that looks exactly like me.

For me at this moment, they also exist, and there are infinite dangers, so that for a while, there is no way to distinguish, looking at what is real, but maybe it is not real, this true and false are rotating in front of me, like a revolving door, it keeps rotating, so that people can never completely recognize whether the intertwined world in front of you is true or false.

And I am the one who has always been in the door and has been pushing the door tirelessly, I have not been tired of pushing the door in front of me, has been pushing without stopping, when I want it to stop, it has been completely lost in it because of inertia, unable to completely distinguish the exact angle.

In this way, I was a little afraid to face the cold door in front of me, some did not dare to reach out to push it open, and even wanted to run away in fear, just as I was entangled, the door in front of me opened a gap in time.

After hearing the sound of "squeak", the door in front of me was opened from the inside, and of course, on such a night, my heart also hangs.

Who will it be, whether it will be a person who will come out of the door, or something that hides in the dark and waits for an opportunity.

I thought to myself, and then the door opened bigger and bigger, and the next moment something sprang out of the door, so fast that my eyes couldn't catch it, and it disappeared at the end of the corridor so quickly. I took two steps back in fright, covered my mouth to hold back the scream, and looked over with my eyes in horror.