The black mist seemed to be enraged, twitching and twisting Ling Chan, and the invisible mist suddenly gained weight and strangled Ling Chan deadly.

The tightness in the chest cavity is becoming more and more pronounced, more and more insolent.

Ling Chan's feet suddenly emptied.

She swooped down and fell into the arms of another person.

Tuxedo.

After realizing it, the feeling of suffocation was overwhelming towards her, and the chest cavity was hot and hot, making Chan greedily suck the fresh air, holding the tuxedo, and coughing heartbreakingly.

Tuxedo stroked her head and smiled, "Are you okay?" How weak you are, if you dare to come to such a place with me, it is inevitable to receive a little grievance. ”

Ling Chan's face was cold, the tail of her eyes was flushed with coughing red, and her expression was solemn.

"There's no way around it, after all, that guy is a little better than me." Tuxedo grinned and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm going to avenge you soon!" ”

The tuxedo stretched out his hand and "lifted" the darkness in front of him.

Or rather, with his movements, a projection of some magnificent power descends here. It was difficult for Chan to control the instinctive physiological reaction of human beings, and goosebumps were densely packed.

In the darkness, there was a group of small balls of light who were fighting fiercely.

It was obviously a void ball of light, but when it collided, the sense of power and collision was obvious, flying around at high speed in the dark, mercilessly devouring the light cluster smaller than itself.

“…… What is it? Ling Chan asked.

"It's the City of Horrors," the tuxedo said with a smile, "Every little ball of light is a consciousness split out of the City of Horrors." ”

"Or rather, they weren't originally balls of light, just to fall into your eyes and turn themselves into a form of power that you can understand."

……

The City of Horrors doesn't understand the reason for all this.

The City of Horrors has no consciousness of its own, and in its thousands of years of operation, his existence is not so much a will to life as a program, which has been operating according to established rules.

After the skill ended, he suddenly sensed that something was not quite right.

He restarted himself, refreshed himself, and acted on his instincts as before.

But it doesn't seem to work.

It was as if he had been torn into many, many pieces, each with its own thoughts.

Some said: "That woman is so eyesore, so hateful!" Kill her right now! ”

Some said: "The city of horrors just runs according to the previous model, there is no need to change, just clean up those strange parts." ”

Some said, "Old-fashioned thing! It can't be the same again! The monsters are so ugly! It's better to look like a human! ”

Some said, "Why do you have to advocate the value of force? Why can't you advocate charisma? I think the charm is more precious, right?! ”

"That's it! Let's have something new! ”

These mixed thoughts attack each other and even completely oppose each other, and the city of horrors can only sway from side to side under the will of the director, and it has not been able to escalate.

But players won't wait.

He was also tired of endless tugging.

So he split himself into slices, and each different idea generated a different "person".

End of update.

He became what he is now.

Contradictions everywhere, divisions everywhere.

These monsters that have divided most of their power are gathered in this alien dimension, and the victor can absorb the power of others, own the entire city of horrors, and then turn the city of horrors into what he wants.

The tuxedo pointed himself out to Ling Chan, it was a huge, very strong ball of light at first glance, he bent his eyes and smiled proudly, like a child who had eaten candy. "Guess what kind of faction I am?"

"The one who loves me the most."

"That's wrong," he laughed, "the one who wants to kill you and inherits the face of the white rabbit is the one who loves you the most." ”

"After all, he is most affected by your skills, and he loves and hates you, and all the feelings that shouldn't be in the city of horrors should converge on him."

He pointed out the small ball of light of the white rabbit to Ling Chan, "Because he likes you too much, most of the power is outside, and what is left inside will be eaten by me soon." ”

The big green ball of the tuxedo chased a small pink ball that was much smaller than him, and the difference in volume between the two parties was quite obvious.

"And I'm the one who hates you the most." The tuxedo intimately brushed Ling Chan's bangs, and smiled coldly, "So after the update is completed, I will go to you immediately and want to trick you down and kill you." ”

"That's not right."

Ling Chan chuckled: "You are begging but not angry, the white rabbit is a resentment born of love, you are all the same thing." ”

The tuxedo lowered his eyes and said coldly: "You are talking nonsense." ”

"Am I talking nonsense? So what's the deal with your face? Why is it so much like a queen? ”

Tuxedo: "...... It's random. ”

"Why is it not like he was at other times, but only like the city lord's dinner, my dear fiancé?"

Politeness, bow ties, waistcoats, and tuxedo jackets, pointing quite obviously.

“…… It's a coincidence. Tuxedo explained: "The queen died of alienation, and his soul became the food of the horror city, and the memories, powers, and faces were all digested by me, and when I left this alien dimension, I chose a template at random......"

"You're lying." Ling Chan smiled badly and pierced mercilessly: "The queen has not become the food of the horror city, he is sleeping in the eyes of his lover, repairing too much pollution, and after the sanity value is restored, Lin Zeyi will find a suitable body for him, and the queen will be resurrected." ”

“…… The Lover's Eye is a prop that can only be activated between lovers, and the deeper the feelings, the better the effect. The tuxedo said, the sparkle in the green eyes condensed into ice.

Ling Chan said with a smile: "Even as the thriller city itself, you can't accurately identify love, but you want props to do it?" How can it be. ”

“…… What you say seems to make some sense. The tuxedo hesitated.

"It's not wise for you to come to me first." Ling Chan's eyebrows were crooked, and she said gently: "Of course, you should kill all your competitors first, and then, I and the City of Horrors will be yours." ”

"You...... And the city of horrors are all mine? The tuxedo repeated hesitantly.

Ling Chan stood on tiptoe, approached the face of the tuxedo, tender as water, and said bewildermently: "Of course, it is love or hate, after the unification of the horror city, it will be known." ”

"I'm just a little human being, so why waste time on me?"

"You're right." The tuxedo blinked, raised his hand and held Ling Chan's thin waist, "Then I'll go." ”

His figure was slowly fading, and in the dark curtain, the green ball of light was expanding more and more, and it looked like it was about to become the largest ball.

"Is this love?" He muttered, "I thought it was a naked sword. ”

Human feelings are really complicated.

The headache is about to crack, take care of your body, baby, beware of the flu!

(End of chapter)