The 2427th Chapter Punishes the World; the Sickly Dream Maker (11) 〖Two Thousand〗

The surrounding buildings are basically the same. They are terribly dilapidated. The cold wind blows over and the buildings are crumbling. It really makes people wonder if it will collapse in the next second.

The expressions of the people around were different and the clothes they were wearing were also different.

Some people just drank a cigarette, sat under the eaves, watching people passing by in the rising smoke, some people sharpened their knives carelessly, the blades reflected a dazzling chill in the sun, and some people directly There was a fight on the street, the kind that stabbed each other, and saw blood.

The people around looked at the scene as if it was a normal thing, and some even watched this farce with the attitude of watching a play.

It seems that the death is not life, but a tiny dust.

This is the daily life of slum 42.

A place of indifference, cruelty, and no bottom line of humanity.

The man followed Ranbai, looked at the people who were still fighting not far away, and chuckled twice in disdain.

Ranbai didn't care about everything around her. To be precise, there was nothing worthy of her attention at all.

It took about half an hour for Moyo to come out of slum 42.

It's not that dirty, shabby place that comes into view anymore.

It was a prosperous street, full of popularity, vitality, and happiness.

It looks like a paradise in paradise.

No wonder,

It is a dream paradise in the eyes of slum 42.

Ranbai squinted his long and narrow eyes, and laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" The man was a little strange, he couldn't help asking.

"Shut up." Ranbai said indifferently.

man:"……"

Fine,

surrender to the power of the boss.

Now that he has come to this place, then the man has no intention of staying here.

So Ranbai stood there, raised his fair chin to the man, his voice was very light, without any warmth: "You can go."

"Okay." The man responded with a bright eye. He couldn't wait to leave. After all, being with a strange girl was like being in a glacier, and he didn't know how to respond. thing.

And this person...

Too dangerous indeed.

The oppression almost took his breath away.

He touched his arm, and he was already far away from the dyed white.

He finally felt the warmth of the sun shining on his body.

The hot sun, which was disgusting in the past, has become so beautiful now.

The man seemed to think of something, the action paused, he turned back and looked at the girl not far away.

Only a slender and cold back can be seen, dressed in blood, facing the light, gradually moving away, the blood-stained red color, in the smudge of the aperture, slowly fades away.

The man could still see the blood on the girl, he felt a little strange.

Although there are many people in the world of Magic Dreams, but on such a bustling street, seeing such a blood-stained clothes, pale and strange figures, especially blood beads on the fingertips, spread out on the ground A long bloodstain.

... just, don't you think it's weird?

He couldn't help asking the old man who was still setting up a stall beside the street, "How do you feel about the girl who walked by just now?"

The old man set up a stall with some Gu Pei or something on it. Hearing the man's question, he was stunned, raised his chaotic eyes, and glanced into the distance, "Who is it?"

"It's the one in the blood red clothes." The man suppressed his temper.

"Don't you think she stands out in the crowd? Look, she's still bleeding?"

Listening to the man's adjective, the old man frowned. To be precise, the man the man said must be a particularly eye-catching presence on the street.

but……

At first glance, the old man could see the crowds that would be bustling in the future, not to mention a particularly beautiful young girl in blood with a three-point evil spirit, not even a girl in red.

"Young man, what kind of paranoia is this?" The old man glanced at the man sympathetically, patted his shoulder in relief, and sighed deeply.

man:? ? ?

He was completely stunned. He didn't understand the meaning of the old man for a moment. After reacting, he immediately became anxious, "You didn't see that person?!" The smudged blood-colored figure, how could no one see it.

Hearing the man's questioning, the old man sternly said, "What the hell are you talking about? I haven't reached the point where my eyes are dim, so how could I not see a big living person? Let alone a girl in blood, I dare to Say, there isn't even a girl in a red dress!"

Listening to the old man's eyes staring, with a somewhat questioned displeased tone, the man's figure completely stiffened.

real……

can not see?

He suddenly felt a little cold on his body, and frantically pulled others to ask.

As soon as passers-by saw the mark on the man's body, which is the iconic No. 42 slum, they all showed disgusted expressions, as if they had seen something dirty.

Without any choice,

The man can only leave the Demon Dream World in a trance. After all, if some nobles find out, he will be a bull and a horse.

When he turned back again, he could no longer see the extremely conspicuous blood coat.

"Grass, hit the evil." Recalling the picture that was exactly the same as the face that died three years ago, and the icy coldness when he came over, the man spit out, feeling a little unlucky, the coldness on his body has never been Dissipated, but accelerated the pace, lowered his head and hurried back to slum 42.

…

That night,

magic world,

The dark night shrouded the world, and the world seemed to have fallen into a moment of silence. Only the wind and grass were moving, and the sound of the shadows of the trees sounded faintly.

The slender and indifferent teenager just came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a solemn black bathrobe with a slightly open neckline, revealing half of his cold and beautiful collarbone, and his complexion was morbidly pale.

But the mysterious and evil-looking bone chain has been carrying it all the time. The small silver-white cross glows faintly in the night.

Suddenly, Si Jin's movements stopped, he just stood there, slender and tall, with a sense of indifference penetrating everything in his back, and he didn't move.

The young man was in a dead silence, because he had just taken a bath, his black hair was still wet, just covering his eyes, the water droplets slowly slipped from the angular and handsome side face, along the beautiful curvature of the concave collarbone, and finally the end. Drop collar.

The interweaving of coldness and laziness brings a breathtaking contrast.

The lights in the room were scattered, and only the whistling of the wind could be heard outside the window.

Si Jin turned his eyes slightly, and in the glass mirror next to him, he could see a figure slowly approaching behind him.

As he slowly approached his back, the blood-like color became clearer.

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