Ling Chan felt that her body was very light.

The soul that had lost her body was empty, floating in the vast sea, and the waves gently soothed her pain.

Her head hurt, her body hurt, the pain of her skin tearing from the explosion, and the stubborn remnants of her senses.

But all this seemed to be far away from her, as if there was a transparent film separating her from everything else.

She floated up leisurely.

Looking up, the dark shadow of the sea, a strange and magnificent city turned upside down and floated above her head.

That's the city of horrors.

She floated along the way, and the edge of the city seemed to be within reach.

There was a hand that grabbed Ling Chan's ankle, and a heavy force hit her, pulling her down fiercely.

Thump!

The water splashed and she was dragged out of the water, a cold, smoky but real arm around her waist, pulling her all the way down.

The deep sea and the city hanging upside down overhead are getting farther and farther away.

The city lord hugged Ling Chan, every inch of the man's and girl's bodies was tightly fitted, and the city lord was stubbornly entangled with Ling Chan, like a giant python coiled on Ling Chan's body, and she couldn't breathe well.

Oh no, she doesn't have to breathe right now.

Should she be dead, or is she still in a dream?

Ling Chan was in a daze, her brain was now in a mess, and it was difficult for her to think clearly, let alone mention her feelings of disgust or anger.

The city lord was enraged by her indifference and tightened his arms.

"I'll admit I underestimated you." The city lord stared at him and said coldly, "You are actually immune to my hypnosis." ”

"I can't," Ling Chan said, "don't make a fool of yourself. ”

She knows herself well and she doesn't love people.

If the so-called reverse confession appears on her, there must be utilization behind it, not love.

The city lord didn't know her at all, and only relied on the dream she made up with a few perfunctory words from him at the dinner party, which was very different from Ling Chan's own style.

On the first night, the lord of the castle resets the dream seventy-eight times, and at his insistence, this false drama can stumble to the beginning.

The city lord wants a Ling Chan who loves him.

He tried his best to find out Ling Chan's temper preferences in the resets again and again, and he lowered his voice and did what he had never done in his life.

But Ling Chan still doesn't like him.

"You can stay awake in my realm," the lord raised an eyebrow, "you impress me." ”

"I didn't stay awake." Ling Chan said: "I just kept being myself. ”

"If you don't want to, I can't even keep myself, you should know best."

The city lord's face was expressionless, and his body that was dense with smoke fluctuated violently.

He is willing to do anything for Ling Chan, but Ling Chan doesn't love him.

Her eyes are always on her relatives, her friends, and her teachers, and she has few likes, and even fewer can be shared with him.

He cut Ling Chan's family, separated her friends, and blurred everything in her memory except himself.

He got a Ling Chan who only loved him.

A doll that has nothing but love him.

…… Even if it is a puppet, on the day of the bombing, he will throw off his hand without hesitation and run towards the predetermined death.

Ling Chan said: "You know very well that in the dream world, I am a doll who allows you to fiddle with memories, and I can't resist your power." ”

She bent her eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "You should be able to delete my memories repeatedly and reset the time of this dream world, and you can also make a different choice every time to find my best reaction." ”

"You can play me like a strategy game, keep rolling back, and even open multiple clones."

"In my memory, this story is the optimal solution that you came up with after how many times you reset it?"

The white clouds swept over Ling Chan's fingertips, as gentle as a kiss.

The lord of the castle lowered his eyes.

Black smoke emanated from his body and in the blink of an eye, he overwhelming the sky and polluting a large area of pure white and immaculate sky.

“96689992。”

Nine thousand six hundred eighty nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-two.

Under the Great Banyan Tree, he reset seventy-eight times.

Measuring his heart rate, he reset ninety-one times.

Stable love relationship, inseparable from Ling Chan, and let Ling Chan agree to live together, he reset two million five hundred and thirteen thousand four hundred and forty-one times.

In order to keep Ling Chan from interfering in the explosion of the Happy Community, he reset 94,176,382.

Obviously she has downplayed the parents in her memory.

Why does she go out of her way every time?

He was incomprehensible.

It's like his incomprehensible attachment resets his self nine thousand four hundred seventy six thousand three hundred eighty-two.

Ling Chan raised her eyebrows and smiled, beautiful like a delicate rose.

But the rose is thorny, and the beauty is poisonous.

She said: "Because I won't love someone like you, there is no such possibility in the world, and you can't find this result no matter how you reset it." ”

Reset 96,689,992 times, and could not find his lover.

The sea breeze swept and wandered in the vast expanse of the sky.

The city lord's dark golden pupils were like frozen ice and snow for a long time.

Nine thousand six hundred and sixty nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-three, he let Ling Chan die in the explosion, here is the dream he weaved, the world he mastered, and the damage of the explosion really acted on Ling Chan's soul.

The sharp pain ejected her from the dream, and she touched the real.

"Where is this?"

"The bottom of the city of horrors."

"It turns out that you are the most terrifying monster in the Horror City," Ling Chan said in surprise: "The message is actually real." ”

"Aren't you afraid?" The lord asked, "You're going to die soon." ”

Truly.

Ling Chan felt that her body was getting lighter and lighter, and the feeling of suffocation and vertigo came to her mind together, and this feeling was like death.

But Ling Chan is not afraid.

"I'm not going to die." She was sure.

"Do you think I won't kill you?" The city lord raised his eyebrows, and he couldn't help but laugh.

He kills like hemp, and he does all kinds of evil. Even love is twisted and hideous, covered with hurtful thorns.

Does Ling Chan actually have such confidence in him? He didn't dare to feel that way himself.

"Do you think I love you?"

"I don't think it's love." Ling Chan said: "People like us are not worthy of love. ”

"How can I love someone?" The city lord turned a deaf ear to Ling Chan's answer and muttered to himself.

He chuckled and stroked Ling Chan's slender neck, as if he was caressing gently, and as if he would break it in the next second.

"You will die at my hands, and I will not be hindered by my feelings." He whispered, his fingers tightening slowly.

Ling Chan's crystal soul faintly showed signs of collapse, but it was dragged by the black mist, and the vast black mist was like an impenetrable net, trapping Ling Chan to death.

"That's a disappointing result, isn't it?" He seemed to ask casually, and he didn't want to know Ling Chan's answer.

"Do you think I'm some kind of inferior antagonist who can be touched by love?"

"It's ridiculous."

The clouds are long, and the breeze kisses.

Ling Chan bit the city lord's neck.

The teeth strained, and brilliant golden blood flowed up the water, like a beam of golden sunlight, and like melted gold.

The city lord's hand clenched heavily, and the black mist could no longer retain his pure white soul, causing Chan to disperse into white light and stars, lightly bypassing him and floating towards the inverted sea of heaven and sea.

City Lord: I don't know if this melon is sweet or not.

Chan: Is it sweet?

Castle Lord:.

This chapter pays tribute to The Wandering Earth 2, and it can be seen that I am a staunch anti-digital life party, and the right to be unrestricted is terrible!

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