In the moonlight, his face was reflected in the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window in front of the balcony, his short hair curled slightly in front of his forehead, his eyes were not clear, but he could not see that he had anything to do with those dark substances

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The shirt with the blood stain on his chest had been discarded halfway through, and in his haste he had put on the short plain black T that the Falcon had handed him.

Although the falcon was not very athletic, he was taller than him, and the short T almost covered his thighs, so he had to tuck the extra part into his jeans so that it would not look scruffy.

So is that really the legendary explosive seed? It's often found in comics.,The protagonist can always awaken the powerful power in his heart at a critical moment.,Defeat the enemy.。

I seem to have lost my memories of that time, but I can't verify what to do. Lin Xiaojia, the only witness, seems to be avoiding this topic because he is afraid of putting too much pressure on himself. Are you afraid of self-doubt as a depressed character?

If that were the case, she would have a gentleness that didn't match her serious appearance. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of this, poured the last sip of coffee, and threw the empty can into the air with a flick of his hand.

He stretched out his left hand, as if he wanted to hold some non-existent object, and reversed his palm towards the position of the empty can, the space in front of the empty can slowly trembled, and in the blink of an eye, the empty can that should have fallen slowly lay firmly in the palm of An Yiran's hand, as if the dynamic of falling had been completely eliminated.

It's not that time has been eliminated or something. He held the café in his hand and felt the breath emanating from his hand, this is the ability to save their lives today, and the space shattered.

The name wasn't a temporary idea, it was a word that popped into his head in an instant, and a voice in the dark told him that this ability should be called that.

Able to eliminate the space within a certain range in front of him, so as to shorten the distance to the target point, depending on the ability to use the object, he can freely choose to eliminate the distance between himself and the object, or eliminate the distance between the object and him.

Much like the verb I learned when I was a child, the different pronouns determine the difference in the object of movement.

However, when the target is a very massive object, it seems that it can only move its own position, not only does it have requirements for the quality of the target, but after this energy is released once, it will fall into a vacant state, similar to the CD in the game, which means that it cannot be released repeatedly in a short period of time.

The spatial fragmentation is completely different from the energy composition of the rift, An Yiran can feel the difference, although the composition is different, but these two abilities are extremely friendly to the energy surging in his body, and they are also very natural to use, just like those sticky and dark black energy bodies.

Why would one's own energy have an affinity for such a twisted and dark object?

He watched silently as faint black energy bodies writhed on his forearms, as if they had life, swirling around his master's limbs.

An Yiran remembered a Siamese cat named Xiao Ze that he once raised, and when he was coquettish, he would put his head on An Yiran's stomach or arm and rub it, until An Yiran scratched it with his hand.

However, the cat scratched his paw one day when An Yiran was a child, so his mother rushed him to the hospital and gave him an injection for a month.

The kitten that caused the accident naturally did not allow him to raise it again, An Yiran was an obedient child, he remembered the scene when he said goodbye to the kitten, its elder's black and brown short-haired head lay on the daughter of his mother's colleague's family, and the blue pupils stared at himself who was holding his mother's little hand, and the reflective texture made the transparent and clear cat's eyes like a finely polished gem, shining with a luster that went straight into the depths of the soul.

Why he suddenly scratched him, he himself didn't quite know. I have the impression that it is so gentle and quiet, no matter how you look at it, it is a gentle lady in the cat world.

He didn't describe to his mother the look of animal instinct in Ozawa's sparkling blue jewel-like pupils as his claws protruded from the pad, and he wanted Ozawa to at least have an impression in their hearts that was mostly good.

How did you think of all this again?

Coming back from his trance, he shook his head, but the jewel-like cat's eyes were still frozen and could not be dissipated for a long time.

It took him a while to realize that this was not an illusion.

The eyes in front of him were not cat's eyes, those eyes were in the air only a meter away from him, and they were also shining with a lustrous texture, and they were also clear and transparent.

But there was no sapphire blue color, it was a pair of black eyes that belonged to people.

An Yiran suddenly shook a spirit, it was Lin Xiaojia's eyes.

The girl was wearing a nightdress, was this the first time he had seen Lin Xiaojia in a dress? The answer was yes, but at this tense juncture, Lin Xiaojia unusually appeared in front of him in the most relaxed manner.

The wide nightdress obscured her beautiful curves, and the lazy and casual silhouette reflected the girl's body in the faint moonlight, and she stared straight at herself, so that An Yiran's already embarrassed eyes had nowhere to place, and her breathing gradually became cramped.

She was still getting closer, her smooth arms spread out outside her sleeveless pajamas, slowly resting on both sides of the simple sofa under An Yiran, and her bare skin was like the walls of a prison, enveloping An Yiran.

There was a buzz in his head, and his face turned red instantly, what was going on?

Lin Xiaojia's gaze gradually changed from calm to fiery, and then to a playful light, she opened her mouth slightly, her small and moist lips seemed to be coated with an incomparably delicate poison, and her loose soft black hair was scattered around her neck.

The half-exposed collarbone in the gap of the loose pajamas shone like porcelain, and the faint fragrance of freesia spread along the increasingly humid and misty air, unconsciously attracting An Yiran to sit up straight.

The distance was shortening inch by inch, and the person in front of him was getting closer and closer, he could even feel Lin Xiaojia's snort, the quiet air on his face, the pink and white lips and teeth slowly trembled, and the subtle touch of the tip of his nose almost colliding together made him unable to see the wonderful arc of opening and closing.

Heh like an orchid. This is infinitely close to the fragrant scene of Mr. Gu Long's pen.

What is my current state of mind? It is the coexistence of disobedience and expectation, between the entangled desire and the initial questioning of reason, everything is so sudden and unbelievable.

Is this the expectation he had in his heart for such a beautiful thing?

The beautiful and soft curved face is close at hand, the distance between the lips of the two is only a finger, the picture is frozen here, Lin Xiaojia slowly tilted his head towards the side of his ear, the numb touch is like an electric current, spreading down the root of the ear rapidly, stimulating every nerve ending in An Yiran's upper body.

"What do you want?"

What do you want? God knows what I want!!!

It was so light, just like when he hugged her for the first time, but the blood and fire at that time obscured his senses, and he only felt that she was so light, so light that every touch would lose its original weight.

Was this really the carrier of the Red King? She was wielding the great sword with these hands, what kind of opportunity did she make this girl lift the great sword that was heavier than herself.

Her temperature hovered in her ears, and the breath lingered around An Yiran's earlobes for a long time, and the close figure was extremely soft, so soft that a hot water stain couldn't help but slide down the corner of his eye.

The sudden sorrow in his chest could no longer be suppressed, and the soft touch seemed to stretch out thousands of sharp blades and pierce into his chest, and the dancing emotions continued to convey a more dull and desperate breath to his body along the blade.

His eyes widened, staring at the air behind her ears in a daze, tears streaming down his cheeks, instantly dried by the scorching heat, as if he was not embracing Lin Xiaojia, but the blazing scarlet flame itself.

"Are you crying for me?"

He wanted to respond, but nothing came out of his voice, and the agitated Adam's apple symbolized his last struggle, powerless and desperate to respond to everything, but unable to do so.

Before his eyes was the silent scroll of blood, the scorched and lifeless earth, the horrible human figures with ugly faces open in front of them, dressed in human clothes, with claws stretched out eager to tear apart.

"Don't!

The hesitant and feeble cry was like the subtitles of a pantomime, reflected in An Yiran's mind.

"Pick up what's yours. ”

In the boundless sea of fire came the unmistakable sound of command.

"I don't want to! I can't!"

"You can't go back, it's a rule of fate. ”

"But!"

"They are just guiding you to the end of the road, and you are different. ”

The voice, the owner of the subtitle to be exact, still stood still in the flames, and every word he spat out seemed to be expounding a rule, permeated with a demonic and resolute nature that could not be refused.

"Ahh

The monstrous aura of the sea of fire suppressed the flames, and the creeping flames trembled like fear, bowing to someone in front of them.

"Blood Abyss!"

The burst of energy instantly blew away all the scorching flames, and a sword shadow shimmering with blood in mid-air spread out a suppressive explosion in the chest.

The pain pierced An Yiran's heart like a pinprick, his round eyes were full of blood, and the stinging pain in his heart made his breath accompanied by the illusion of burning.

The ugly figures in front of them were swept up in the violent fluctuations, the blood tearing apart their bodies like a meat grinder, whimpering as they slowly calmed down, and the smell of burnt wood came from the black-brown wreckage.

The figure of the man in the fire blurred, and he turned away, the corners of his mouth curling with a hint of relief.

"That's right. ”

This sentence came from An Yiran's ears, tears had already blinded his eyes, and now he couldn't see anything, his hair with the scent of freesia swept over his shoulders, and his open lips chanted a mysterious song in his ears.

[They embark on a path of no return.]

After walking into the house

and there will be no more light

Blood there is an expense

Mortals are food

Daylight is not needed, and darkness can be used as food

It is covered by feathers like a bird, and its wings are outfitted

In front of the door of the land of no return

They sang slowly.]

The chanting blew farther and farther away with the rising breeze, and he didn't know why he could understand this mysterious and mysterious language, but the inexplicable empathy made him unable to control his emotions.

The figure in her arms became extremely hot, and the burning flames wrapped around Lin Xiaojia's body, she let go of the hands on An Yiran's shoulders, and slowly opened the palms that belonged to him at her waist, and her calm expression looked extremely hideous because of the surging flames.

An Yiran subconsciously stretched out his hand, the sadness in his chest suddenly dissipated, but the dried tears still remained on his face, and when his hand reached out to Lin Xiaojia, he responded to his voice that had indeed dissipated, as well as the deep moonlight that could not be touched.

He was still sitting on the simple inflatable couch with Minions printed on it, holding the coffee can that had been pinched out of shape in his left hand, the tips of his fingernails leaving deep marks on the can, and the balcony door in front of him had been opened at some point, and the breeze was blowing on his face that still had a trace of heat.