"I just don't want Suzu to get hurt, and I don't want to see her die, I should say I'm afraid of losing her, I've tasted the pain of losing someone important, so, so I don't want to repeat the same mistakes in her, without her, there really is no one else around me, so I'm going to protect her, I know what to do, but, but I can't protect her. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Lyle said in his heart, even if it was a heartfelt voice, but Lyle was indeed unable to cry anymore.

His heart is really miserable......

"Oh no. The mysterious voice said playfully.

"What's wrong?" Lyle asked.

"It's not that you can't protect, but you're too—weak—" The voice said word by word, each word piercing Lyle's heart, long and mournful, as if taking pity on his powerlessness.

Lyle froze, it turned out that everything was because he was too weak.

The mysterious old man once said to him, "Do you want power?" Actually, that is also the real thought in his own heart, he has long understood that he is not strong enough, but his heart has never really admitted this, because, he has long thought that there will never be any important people in his life, until he met Suzu, met the girl who gave him a warm feeling of déjà vu.

But it was too late, and Suzu was seriously injured, and it was right in front of his eyes, but this distance in front of him seemed to be far away from the sky, so that he could not step over, as if there was an insurmountable ravine in between, if it was before, he might not even know what that ravine was, but now he understood.

"Sure enough, I'm too weak," Lyle sighed inwardly, "what the hell am I supposed to do." His voice began to grow weak and sluggish, like a puppet.

"Give me your heart, I can help you, I can give you supreme power in an instant, you can do whatever you want, as long as I replace you, the enemies you face will become vulnerable." The mysterious voice rang out, and now it was like a devil, luring Lyle into the palm of his hand, the palm of the devil's hand, step by step. But Lyle didn't know the sense of disobedience hidden in it, and he just wanted to become stronger now.

"Why would you help me. Lyle asked dreamily, his brain was muddy at the moment, his consciousness seemed to be returning to chaos, as if he had been introduced into a dream by an ancient tune, and his control of the body and perception of the outside world began to change and numb, as if after a while, he would not belong to him at all, Lyle was now, like a lost person in a fantasy, and the voice that was full of unknowns in all aspects was the magic flute that guided him to fall slowly, and the hypnotic music was playing happily and frantically.

"Because we have the same blood. The mysterious voice said, with a long, archaic feel.

"Who the hell are you?" Lyle looked up, knowing that the voice was coming from his heart, and even if he looked up, he could only see the cruel reality. But he did it anyway, and it was precisely because this elusive and completely unknown mysterious voice came from the depths of his own heart that it felt terrifying, and there was a feeling that he had to be sure.

The scene in front of him became dark for some reason, it was not Daus's dark magic, his dark magic could only see the inner scene clearly through magic, but at this moment, what was in front of him was the most real darkness, it was a lonely feeling of nothing, as if everything was in nothingness. Only then did Lyle realize that the place he was in was no longer the same place, but a completely unknown space, which seemed to be still in a state of chaos, surrounded by complete darkness that could not be seen.

No, no matter how you think about it, it's unrealistic to be pulled into another space unconsciously, even if it's space magic, few people can do it to this extent, although Daus is an S-level criminal, and it's not impossible in terms of strength, but Daus is mainly inclined to dark magic, and besides, no matter how you think about it, Daus probably won't be able to use space magic on himself again, and this posture is also a high-level space magic no matter how you look at it, after all, Lyle has fallen to the ground. Destroying an ant with a super-destructive weapon would not have been done by a man like Daus.

The only possibility that can be thought of, is only one, that is, the owner of the mysterious voice did it, this situation has actually been experienced by Lyle not long ago, just like the situation when he met the old man, since it is a voice from the depths of his heart, only this explanation is feasible, that is to say....

"Am I just being pulled into another dimension?" Lyle murmured, but the truth was revealed.

"That's enough, what I need you to turn off is your consciousness. The mysterious voice sounded again.

This time, perhaps because consciousness had moved deeper into the space, Lyle could hear more clearly, and the sound was coming from the front, the front of this space enveloped in darkness.

It can be concluded that this is the place where the owner of that voice lives, and there is such a place hidden in his body?

However, what happened next made Lyle completely unable to think seriously.

Like a ghost, a vague figure gradually emerged from the darkness. It was a picture of a young man's appearance, a strange red outfit like blood, the young man's hands, cheeks, neck, and the skin exposed from the scarlet coat were all based on the white of dry bones, with a faint purple, and his broken hair was also the color of Yin Hong, as if he had been splashed with a basin of blood. His two eyes were unusually weird, dragon's eyes, eleven black diamonds in the center of the eyes, no whites, and the rest of the eyes were all blood-colored, like stone tips protruding from a blood fountain.

Lyle was dumbfounded, he couldn't believe the facts in front of him, the familiar dress, the same face, the arrangement of facial features seemed to be carved out of the same mold as himself, everything on the young man's body made him so familiar, but unfamiliar, at least his glasses were not like that, the young man's pupils were clearly the pupils of a beast, as if he was hiding a lion.

The only difference is the color of the clothes and skin, and the pair of glasses, but these are not enough to hide the similarity of the two people's appearances.

The shock of the soul, the incomparable shock, the deepest and most fundamental fear of the creature has been discovered, and when you open your eyes and see another self, no matter who you are, you will feel like the end of the world is coming.

"Why are you, like me, who are you. Lyle felt like his brain was going to explode, there were so many things that were too impactful, and his mind was a mess, as if it had just been bombarded by a cannonball, and washed away by the majestic rain.

"What are you talking about," the boy who looked exactly like Lyle whispered with a frightened smile, but each word fell on Laird's head like a hammer, "I am you, the deepest part of your heart, instinct." ”

The boy walked up to Lyle's side, leaned down slowly, stretched out his two fingers, locked Lyle's chin, his mouth pressed against his ear, his lips moved up and down, as if eulogizing, as if praising the ancient monarch, and uttering nightmarish verses.

-- My blood is a flowing molten slurry

-- Containing the bones of the disobedient

- I have never passed away, but I have only been in eternal sleep

-- When I returned to the world as a tyrant

-- All those who rebel should bear the erosion of my blood

"Swap, 10 percent integration. The boy straightened up and said the last words, as if the final word, Lyaldon was like a dead man, his consciousness was about to completely collapse, his vision became smaller and smaller, only remembering that at the last moment, a yellow spot of light suddenly appeared in the endless darkness behind the young man, revealing the true appearance of the space wrapped in darkness - in the bronze corridor, there was a black figure swaying there, getting bigger and bigger, like a person galloping towards here, and the black shadow seemed to be whispering "Boy, wake up." ”

But it was already too late, Lyle closed his eyes, he was completely asleep, as if he had fallen into the deepest abyss, he could vaguely discern that the black shadow calling him seemed to be the old man, but even if it was him, it was meaningless to Lyle now.

Lyle's consciousness is locked in the abyss of his heart, and the next stage no longer belongs to him.