The tears on her face were caressed away by the black gas, and He Yingying suddenly felt a strength that she had never felt before, it was an emotion that had grown from her heart, firm and brave.

"You'll help me, right?"

"Yes," the shadow grew a little bigger, "because you are the protagonist, and the world is made for you......"

When He Yingying woke up from her dream, all the cowardice in her eyes disappeared without a trace.

The lights in the villa had already dimmed, and she opened the bedroom door and looked at the long corridor in front of her, her eyes lit up with a smile.

She won't be afraid in the future, whether it's Anyang or anyone, she wants to get everything she wants.

"Boom ......"

The sudden thunder split the sky, and An Yang, who was sleeping, vaguely felt that the house was shaking.

With a loud bang, the window next to the bed shattered inexplicably, and the wind smashed in with a shower.

An Yang frowned and got up, and saw the stupid hair flying wildly on the system's head for the first time.

"Something happened to He Yingying?"

The system looked at An Yang with a shocked face, [Host, how can you still be so calm?!] 】

"Something to be expected," Glancing at the broken window, Anyang took a dry nightgown and came to the guest room, "It's the so-called virus that did it." There are such visions, and basically something happened to the protagonist. ”

She yawned and lay down, "Miss Ben has to go back to the crew tomorrow, and she doesn't give people a good night's sleep." ”

Seeing An Yang turn over and wrap himself in the quilt, the system closed his eyes peacefully, and was in a trance for a while before trembling and said: [Host, you, aren't you afraid? 】

"I'm not afraid of ghosts, why are you afraid of her."

Although An Yang chose to sleep indifferently, the thoughts in his head drifted away.

Chess against opponents is her favorite way to challenge, and she is looking forward to the change from He Yingying.

An Yang thought so, and finally fell into a sweet dream.

But Jiang Cong, who lived under the same roof with He Yingying, suddenly opened his eyes in the middle of the night.

The sound of the rain crackling against the window, and the unscrewed bedside lamp reflected his somewhat pale face in the glass.

Just now he saw Anyang again in a dream, but this time the dream was very strange, and the completely unfamiliar memories seemed to be squeezed into the soul by force.

It wasn't something he had experienced, but everything in the dream made him feel extremely familiar.

"Jiang Cong, what did I do wrong, you have to do this to me."

An Yang's voice seemed to still be in his ears, he got up abruptly and hurried to the window.

The moment the window was opened, the cold wind blew into his bare neck.

He looked at the end of the garden, the empty space only disrupted by the continuous rainstorm. The wet figure in the dream seemed to be really just his hallucination.

Jiang Cong's eyes suddenly reddened, and his fingers trembled and clenched the window frame.

Fake, must be fake......

"Brother Jiang Cong, are you awake?"

A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and Jiang Cong raised his eyes to see the red eyes reflected on the glass window, and he shivered coldly.

Quietly turning off the bedside lamp, he lay back on the bed, and did not hear a charming whisper.

He Yingying waited outside for a while, but she didn't hear Jiang Cong's movement. Turning back to the room suspiciously, she looked at Jiang Cong's dark bedroom, her brows furrowed, just now she clearly saw that there was a light in Jiang Cong's room, could it be that she was dazzled?