His eyes were wide open, his eyes froze, and even his movements stopped for a moment.

Accompanied by the dizziness from the impact of the outside world, it was as if something had been shattered in Shi Chen's mind, and a large amount of information, or fragments of memory, erupted like a volcano.

Night, firelight, jungles, ghosts, ghosts, girls, stone pillars, mansions of all kinds, with or without him, all sorts of bizarre scenes seemed to explode in his mind as if they were out of control, tearing at his steely spirit and will.

At the same time, there was another weak, tyrannical, mad, but pure idea—a bomb or a drill, if his will was steel, and the previous ones were only waves. It also appeared in his mind, raging in his mind like a mad dog, tearing at his spirit.

"Shichenjun?"

His eyebrows were tightened, his eyes were calm (probably), his facial muscles were tense, his right hand on the table was clenched into a fist, and the whole person remained motionless, as if he was thinking about something or enduring something. Looking at such a minister, Ziyuan keenly noticed that something was wrong with him, and asked with some concern.

"Something went wrong with the robbery." As if with all his might to squeeze out these words from between his teeth, Shi Chen's right hand pressed on the table, the muscles of his entire body were tensed, he lowered his head slightly to prevent people from seeing his expression clearly, and lowered his voice, "Don't make a sound, let Sanqian and Yicheng come over immediately, and someone will ask and say that I am asleep." ”

He already had a rough idea of what was going on—for some reason he didn't know at the moment, in the moment when he was defenseless—or just now, the seal that Yi Cheng had set up had been broken by an external force. The strange images that appeared in his mind just now should be fragments of his previous memories.

If you are well prepared, although the mental impact of this kind of Cheng dù is somewhat unexpected, it is not a big problem: no one else, Zuo Yicheng and the right housekeeper, the former mentally comforts the latter and the latter physically suppresses, even if it is really stormy, it can be held!

But now, even though he is gritting his teeth, tensing his nerves, and holding on with all his might, he still inevitably looks a little like an addiction. The gentleman wants to snort. What it looks like when it comes to medicine.

And, it seems, there is a trend going further.

"Shichenjun/Xiaochen?"

Seeing that he closed his eyes tightly, looked like he was enduring great pain, and whispered words for help with difficulty, Shion and Misaki's guesses turned into real worries—the reason why he didn't scream was because he didn't look like he was as bad as Cheng Dù.

"Quick!"

The teeth rubbed together violently, and Shi Chen used so much force as if to make them burst into sparks—and in the middle of his words, another strong, pure, calm, peaceful, warm, but hostile will appeared in his mind. If the previous idea was a drill bit that drilled a small hole in Shi Chen's spiritual iron wall, this later will was a hammer that was enough to smash the wall to the ground!

Moreover, when he felt dizzy before, he had this breath of will.

Is it that broke through Izumi's seal? Could it be that which soul is plotting against himself?

Qiang Zi maintained the little sanity that was shocked by the crazy and tyrannical thoughts, and Shi Chen, who took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his school uniform with his left hand, thought with difficulty.

However, if you want to defeat yourself like this, it is not enough, far from enough!

Shi Chen, who was about to bury his face in the omelet rice plate, sneered fiercely in his heart—and then, he had to devote most of his energy to the battle in his mind.

Although the tyrannical and crazy thought was weak, the pain it caused to Shi Chen was not small at all—compared to the frontal attack of the mighty will like the beating of the tide, this thought was almost like some unforgettable hatred with him—perhaps it really had such a hatred with him, almost with the momentum of the same end, fighting for his own consumption, tearing one hollow after another in his spirit—like a madman stirring up and fro in his brain with a red-hot iron, in and out, Wanting to shatter his will into endless pieces.

And his troubles didn't stop there, not to mention the other great will, just the scattered fragments of memory were enough for him to drink a pot - ancient Greek-style palaces, huge minotaurs covered in long black hair, blonde girls wrapped in swords and thorns; The style of the wild and simple huge stone pillars, the blazing huge fire, the naked**, only around the waist of a simple 'skirt', fanatical piety, dancing wild dances, holding a simple stone weapon, towering into the sky, the branches of the giant tree, standing on it, the bloody eyes and golden eyes of the beautiful woman, the black transparent slender knight's stabbing sword

The fragments were like stray bullets scattered across the battlefield, and although they were not very powerful, they always popped up when he was concentrating, forcing him to devote another part of his energy to sorting out and absorbing what belonged to him if he didn't want to risk becoming mentally ill in the future.

Struggle, fighting, resisting, and fighting The battle in the mind is reflected on the body, that is, the whitened fingers, the clenched teeth, the slightly trembling torso—it may be better to shout, but for the Shichen who has already concentrated all his energy in his brain, even a trace of will to drive the throat or lips is a luxury. Moreover, in such a public, if you shout it out, it will probably cause some unnecessary trouble.

The white palm with a hint of trembling covered Shi Chen's low-hanging forehead, and after a slight pause, he slowly left, and the owner of the palm, Zi Yuan, also breathed a sigh of relief—fortunately, the body temperature was only slightly higher than just now. comforting himself in this way, according to Shi Chen's instructions, he turned on his mobile phone, and anxiously searched for the two people he had just mentioned in the address book.

Broken, something went wrong.

If you fail, you will also be harmed. ’

The words that 'Xiao Meiyan' had said before appeared in her mind, and Shion's heart beat rapidly again.

Although she didn't know what kind of Cheng Dù would be achieved by the 'injury', she looked at the white right hand on the table that had faintly burst out of cyan veins, and she didn't want to guess anymore - what kind of pain would make Shi Chenjun, who had a tough personality, like this?

Gotta hurry, hurry.

Well, finally found!

The name Sanzenin Nagi finally appeared in her sight.

If you don't want to think about it, Aster will dial it out directly!

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