The deep purple sea, the deathly silence.

The call of the soul is quickly extinguished by the squeeze of the deep sea.

The only hope is stillborn, the fantasy proves its existence with reality, the fantasy is 'realistic', but the hope is dashed.

Waiting without an end will only make people's minds collapse, and it is better to be lonely forever.

Seven or eight years of solitude may be fine, but it would be too torturous to live alone forever.

Self-destruction of the soul and liberation only need to be done in these few words, but the action is often not so simple.

There is still a great desire for life, and it becomes difficult to make up your mind when you die.

The dying struggle or the decisive end, tangled in the heart, difficult to choose.

"Whoa~"

"Whoa~"

In the silent purple sea, there was a sudden sound of chains rubbing against each other.

The sudden sound was like a ray of dawn shining into the struggling soul.

Looking at it again, all the chains with the thickness of the fingers were shaking, and his torso was also shaking at this time, because he was also part of the chain at the moment.

The purple sea is dead and silent, and the shaking of the chains can only be done by others.

Someone, someone at the end of the chain.

The purple sea, the chains, the weird lines on the chains, the complex array formed by the chains staggered and crisscrossed, here, here is the depths of the soul of 'go to death'!?

With the only hope in his hand, the soul voice came out again:

"Is it you, 'go to death'......"

The soul sound was swallowed by the purple sea again within a few meters, the pressure of the deep sea, the dead silence devoured, and it was completely whimsical to want to transmit the soul sound to the end of the chain.

Hope is obviously in front of me, but unfortunately my ability is limited, and no matter how much I covet it, I can't get it.

The torso of the chain swayed with the countless chains, looking at the thin strips, but the thing that was bound at the end never broke off.

No hope is at most like a dead heart, but giving hope but not getting it is the most tormenting life and death in the world.

Once again, hope has hit rock bottom.

Is this a punishment for yourself, there is no purpose in living, and it is a waste of land to die, so do you make yourself half-dead in this way?

No, it's not like that, it must not be like this.

There must be something that has been overlooked by yourself.

The Dead Sea, the purple Dead Sea......

A flash of inspiration.

This is the depths of the soul of the 'to die', and this must be the work of 'going to die'.

Before I recall, 'Die' became quaint at the time.

At that time, I came here with the mentality of checking, and then I ushered in the pain of soul destruction, soul destruction soul Su, and woke up again to be here.

He lured himself into the game, and he must have a plan to spend this effort.

The senses are the same color everywhere, and this may be the core of his soul.

Purple Sea... Chains...

Here the criss-crossing chains stretch densely, what is the end? Or is it something in captivity?

Who is imprisoned by whom? And who is going to imprison whom?

Or is it something that is 'to die' captivity?

Is it for the sake of the things that are imprisoned at the end of the chains or the people who are imprisoned?

Since he has found himself, he will definitely not let himself be silent forever, he was too uncalm just now.

When encountering things, you should not think wildly, let alone worry about the sky, what you should do is to stay clear.

Since 'Die' has allowed himself to come here, then he should wait calmly, waiting for him to tell himself the purpose of all this.

But......

When a person is facing death, fear always comes first, and if there is no fear of excessive transformation, how can calmness be easily highlighted.

The extremes of things must be reversed, and life is hidden in death.

Only after a thorough experience can we understand the truth from it.

It is inevitable that he will lose his mind due to panic just now.

At this moment, the calmness of the soul made many scenes clearer, the sea water was not real water, it was a condensed destructive power that seemed like water.

With the awakening of the soul, the destructive power contained in the purple sea is also clear and perceptible.

However, the chain is still a chain, but the two-color pattern on the chain feels different.

I felt weird and difficult to understand before, but now I feel that I understand a little.

The crimson lines flowed like fire slurry, and in them was the extreme heat that burned everything.

Moreover, the purple lines are like thunder, and they are also flowing, and the electricity is sizzling in the rushing, with violence, and holding on to destruction.

Everywhere they went, they ended in chains, and what kind of monsters were bound there, and they needed such torture to punish them at all times.

I wanted to find out, and my heart that was waiting quietly began to get a little anxious.

'To die' didn't come for a long time, and finally it was abandoned.

The purple and red shimmer illuminates the purple sea a little charming, but unfortunately there is an incomprehensible darkness under the magnificent color.

Feeling the two terrifying powers flowing in the chains, the soul did not see anything abnormal after several temptations, and the soul thought was ruthless, and plunged into the purple thunder.

The fears didn't happen, and the soul was no different in the thunder.

The mind tried to give the command to move forward, and the scene flashed like a rainbow in his senses, and the place where he was before was thrown away in an instant.

It moved, and the soul rushed towards the end of the chain with the surging purple thunder.

……

Time flies.

Different scenes, different things.

Seven days are like the blink of an eye.

Meng Xiaopao's body was brought back to the palace by Gu Wangchen, and seven days have passed, and Meng Xiaopao has no breath for seven days.

Lonely Wangchen's handsome face changed a little, and his white chin climbed a little stubble in the past seven days.

The disguised Scarface disappeared, a pair of deep purple eyes also became dim, the slightly raised eyebrows were less evil and more sad, and the usual smirk disappeared from the corners of his mouth.

A confident and upright posture, the most obvious thing at this time is loneliness.

His bedroom has been occupied by Meng Xiaopao for seven days, and in these seven days, he has basically not left an inch except for his normal appearance.

When did Meng Xiaopao's place in his heart become so important?

Is it the humility and humility again and again, or the charcoal in the snow again and again, or the ambiguous friction again and again, or the ease and freedom that she wants for nothing......

I don't know, I really don't know.

This is how she got into her heart, and now she can't erase it if she wants to.

Her kisses, her love, her audacity, all her ......

When I am with her, my nerves are always relaxed, and I don't have to bother to be wary, calculated, and suspicious of her, and her heart is not like others who need to figure out and analyze it all the time.

The ease she gave herself was never given by anyone, and she was always unique in her heart.

But at this time, she was too hateful.

She looked hateful at this time.

Her breathless appearance is not cute at all, and every time she looks at it, she resents it more in her heart.

hate her silent sudden death, hate her leaving a mark but irresponsibly closing her eyes.

She had better not wake up, and if she did, she would be punished severely, punished for her irresponsible closing of her eyes.

Bedside.

Gu Wangchen's eyes looked at Meng Xiaopao's little face with deep hatred, and the hatred in those eyes was like trying to pierce Meng Xiaopao's face through two holes.