A refreshing breeze that blows lightly...... As warm as a mother's embrace, the trigeminal neuralgia that has been making Mo Yan grit her teeth and go crazy for the past few days has miraculously disappeared, and the injections injected by Mo Yan from her pupils with a syringe often make her in a state of trigeminal neuralgia for a long time, and her body, which has been tortured for several days, has been relieved, and Mo Yan slowly opened her eyes relaxed.

"Here it is...... Where? "It's no longer a spacious basement with black and white floor tiles that have been tortured for the past few days, it's really beautiful compared to those hellish days, Mo Yan found himself lying in a gorgeous flower bush at this time, lying in the pure white mandala flower, the pure white flower on the other side seems to symbolize pure love, but unfortunately the mandala flower is a flower symbolizing death.

"These days...... Am I hallucinating? Mo Yan asked herself like this, but unfortunately the scene of being abused by Mo Yan in various ways in her memory is still fresh in her memory, but the fragrance of flowers surrounding the tip of her nose seems to be telling her that the memory is false, looking at the mandala flowers all over the mountains in her field of vision, Mo Yan knows that she is still in a deep dream at the moment.

"Woke up? Beautiful sleeping beauty~" A graceful figure walked out of the endless mandala Huazhong, Mo Yan looked carefully and found that this figure actually looked exactly like herself, and when she guessed whether the other party should be Mo Wei, this girl with the same appearance smiled gently, came to Mo Yan, who was lying in the flowers, bent her legs and knelt down, and pointed her right index finger on Mo Yan's lips to stop her from wanting to speak.

"I know what you're thinking, it's a pity that I'm not the future you, I'm you and you're me, I'm the most primitive desire in your heart, I'm ...... Black light virus prototype. After hearing this, Mo Yan looked at this similar-looking girl in surprise, and the corners of the other party's mouth hooked up a beautiful smile. With both hands, he gently held up Mo Yan's little head and put it on his knees, and gently stroked Mo Yan's cheeks with his right hand.

"It's really a poor princess~ I've always been able to live alone, princess, don't you think this world is boring?" The girl asked a question that made Mo Yan's brows frown slightly, and reached out to pluck a mandala flower beside her, Mo Yan learned to pick dandelions to play with when she was a child, and blew softly on the mandala flower.

"Perhaps...... It's really boring. "It's not that the psychological elements of Moyan are bad. When she heard the news of her parents' deaths, she didn't want to go with the two, but at that time, she didn't know her own firm heart, so she let the adults arrange to live with her mother's sister, that is, her aunt.

It wasn't until she entered high school that she knew how to take care of herself, Mo Yan moved back to the house she used to live in with her parents alone, and her aunt also handed over all the money she left for herself after her parents' death. Tang Yu's guy greeted Mo Yan on the second day of high school.

Long Aotian, Wu Xinmei, Xiang Pengjun, Liu Bei...... A friend broke into Mo Yan's empty life alone, and also brought a little color to her gray and white world, because of her gloomy face in junior high school, Mo Yan's friends are really very few, and it can even be said that there are no at all, maybe only every time you hand in your homework, your classmates will remember that there is such a person in the class.

Mo Yan is really happy to be with them, but if you want to say that the person who changed her life, it is undoubtedly Zhou Lu. It was the arrival of this guy that made Mo Yan really make up her mind to abandon her past self, and at this time, the girl looked at Mo Yan's eyes into a blur of reminiscence. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he reached out to help him comb the hair on his forehead, and said softly: "You are really ...... I like that man named Zhou Lu very much, but are you sure he really likes you too? ”

Faced with the girl's question, Mo Yan was silent, she couldn't give a positive answer to this question, because she hadn't heard Zhou Lu say that she liked her. So after thinking about it, she had to reply to the girl like this: "He must also like me, otherwise he would not even care about his own life to save me." ”

"Are you sure...... Maybe that man is aware of the fact that you have been sleeping in a dream and can't wake up, and now he may be having a relationship with your classmate Ma Meiling next to your sleeping body. The girl's words made Mo Yan sneer, she knew that Zhou Lu would never be such a man.

"Hmm~ It seems that you believe in that man very much, this is the so-called 'love'. But do you think you can still meet him now? If you can't get through the past as a man, then you will never wake up from this dream, and you will continue to accept the torture and abuse of your past self. ”

"How long do you think you can endure the fingers of your hands and feet being cut off by him with pliers, and the pain of every eye being pierced by a needle and the trigeminal neuralgia have already made you feel painful, if I were you...... I will not hesitate to give up my human emotions to take revenge on him, it is because of your guilt for your past self that he can take advantage of it, can you forgive him? ”

As if with the words of a demonic power, the girl leaned down and whispered softly in Mo Yan's ear, and then the girl seemed to feel that the strong medicine was not enough, and continued: "Once your spirit really collapses, then you who used to be a man will not hesitate to take over your body in the real world, he will kill the man you love the most, kill your closest friends, and destroy the world you cherish, even so...... Do you still feel guilty about him and are you willing to forgive this man? ”

"No...... Unforgivable! Distorted hatred overflowed Mo Yan's eyes, and at this time, the girl continued to guide in demonic language: "That's right~ That's right, the prototype of the black light virus doesn't need feelings, that kind of thing is just a burden, and the purpose of the black light virus research and development is just for the biochemical weapons of war, so ah...... My most beautiful princess, you just need to vent your deepest desires...... Go and kill! ”

"Let's kill!" The girl's frantic cry in front of the last change completely stimulated the dark side of Mo Yan itself as the prototype of the black light virus...... Love or anything doesn't need it! Friendship or anything is not needed! These humble things are just inferior emotions that belong to fragile humans, and the prototype of the black light virus only needs to be killed!

Scarlet flesh erupted from Mo Yan's body, enveloping the girl who looked the same and induced herself to the dark side of her heart with the power of words, but the girl showed a happy and crazy smile as if excited, and in Mo Yan's memory...... Zhou Lu, Tang Yu, Wu Xinmei, Long Aotian, Lan Liuge, Wu Yayin...... The distinctive-looking characters slowly closed their eyes and disappeared into Mo Yan's memory.

gave up his seven emotions and six desires...... Mo Yan, who completely stimulated the essence of the prototype of the black light virus, at this moment his heart was completely occupied by the crazy killing intent, in the process of devouring, it rained in the sky, but if he looked closely, he could find that the raindrops falling from the sky were actually scarlet, and I saw a bright mandala blooming under the infection of blood rain.

Under the moisture of the blood rain, the mandala flower withered very quickly, and then bloomed, and the flower buds swirled and bloomed into a blood-red manzhu sawah, and the black light virus prototype Mo Yan slowly stood up from the blooming manzhu sawa in full bloom.

The ruddy skin that was originally fair and full of youth and vitality has completely turned into a bloodless pale at this moment, the strangely colored black nails of the hands and feet have become a stark contrast with the skin, the waist-length hair has grown to the length of the heels at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the black hair has turned from the top to gray-white white hair like a color rendering, and Mo Yan opened the pair of scarlet eyes.

"It's not me who is wrong...... It's the world. His eyes were filled with crazy and distorted killing intent, and Mo Yan whispered softly. (To be continued......)