Chapter 2467: Punishing the World: Sick Dreamer (51)

He knew that the more it happened, the more calm he should be, but he seemed to have no way to control his emotions.

As long as he thought that that person would disappear, the anger that was deliberately suppressed in his heart could not be controlled.

Si Jin closed his eyes, and his always cold and unseemly mood suddenly appeared irritable. He lowered his eyes, looked at the shadow reflected on the river surface, and unconsciously pressed his fingertips on the sterling silver cross at the collarbone.

"Abai." The young man's thin lips parted lightly, his voice slightly hoarse, as if carrying an unknown emotion.

But this time, there was no response.

Si Jin paused for a moment, his fingertips pressed harder and harder on the cross, his voice carried an obscure depth: "Abai, Abai..."

Like a cold and precise repeater, he kept repeating this title without stopping for a moment, and his voice became hoarse, but apart from the boy's own voice, there was only silence in the air.

no respond.

Nothing should be answered.

The turmoil of the magic dream ended, and suddenly disappeared without a response.

This was probably what Si Jin feared the most.

Tomorrow will know...

Obviously should not have thoughts.

In my heart, I already knew where this place was and how it came from, but my heartbeat was still uncontrollable, so that there was only one figure in my heart.

The only color in the black and white world.

Si Jin's eyes darkened, and he was able to break through the red under his eyes, as if stained with blood, brewing an evil and cold hostility.

This way, it was too out of control, as if he could pull out the dagger that had been pinned to his left waist in the next second, breaking the last bottom line, and his hands were stained with blood.

The sparkling river surface has no waves, and the level is like a mirror, which clearly reflects the youth's face.

Almost soaring evil and wanton.

Rolling black mist and hostility.

It is the other side of the disguise of breaking the mundane and always calm.

The bottom of Si Jin's eyes seemed to be overflowing with blood. The cold wind blew through, and the calm on the river surface was broken, and there were waves. It was like a small stone was thrown in, causing ripples.

Even the picture reflected on the river surface began to shake violently.

Si Jin's eyes fell on the river, and when he looked at the reflected boy, his movements suddenly stopped.

He narrowed his eyes, and the cold and handsome profile of his face was hidden in the afterglow of the setting sun, sketching a somewhat dangerous meaning.

The slender young man lowered his body and leaned over slowly. After he paused for three seconds on the river, his expression gradually calmed down, leaving only endless indifference.

dark night,

Originally lying on the bed, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and the pale boy suddenly opened his eyes.

"Have you come back..." Si Jin's eyes were light as he looked at the familiar furnishings and rooms in the world of Demon Dreams.

Si Jin raised his head slightly, was silent for a few seconds, and narrowed his eyes silently, as if thinking about something.

a long time,

He got up slowly,

Opening the window of the room, the cold wind that belonged to the middle of the night roared in, and the black hair on the boy's forehead was messy, but it was full of abstinence.

Si Jin turned sideways and stood there like that, letting the cold wind blow on his body, in order to make his consciousness more awake and precise.

He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

It's night, still in the room.

That person has not disappeared, the dream has not ended, and it is not the time when the sun sets.

It was just a dream.

A thing buried deep in the bottom of my heart, ready to move and uneasy, all appeared in my dream.

Like the existence that can arouse the most fear in my heart.

Yes.

He was afraid... afraid that the girl would suddenly appear and disappear without a trace.

In the end only him was left.

Still standing there.

Simply is just a dream.

If he hadn't remembered that the person had promised him that he would never leave him, perhaps Si Jin would have fallen into this dream woven from the deepest fear and fear in his heart, and then he would never wake up again and let himself be Blackening.

But he had no reason to believe any word that Ranbai said, right or wrong.

As long as that person said he would not leave,

That Si Jin believed it.

He looked at the bright night outside, the bright white moon swayed a soft light, as if the whole world was slightly brightened, and it was gentle and gentle.

Si Jin paused with his fingertips by the window. He lowered his eyes slowly, staring at the small and evil cross.

After a long while, he lightly tugged the corner of his lower lip and let out a low snort. He looked rather casual, and then played with the dagger he had just drawn from his left waist, quickly spinning beautiful circles one after another on his fingertips. Remnants remain.

three seconds,

enough to do one thing.

That is to stab the dagger into the heart.

No, neither.

The moon is not right.

Obviously during the Lantern Festival, Si Jin glanced at the girl staring at the moon.

The faintly reddish moon in the grayish-white fog gave people a sense of unprovoked evil.

But now the moon,

Pure white, bright, bright.

Not at all.

Blood spilled out of the corners of his lips, and it was extremely dazzling on the porcelain-white lower jaw. Si Jin swallowed the bloody taste in his throat, his eyes were still calm and indifferent.

It seemed that no matter what happened around him, or what happened to him, it couldn't arouse his emotions.

Like a cold and precise machine.

That's all.

It was dark before his eyes, as if his body had lost its support, leaving only endless dizziness.

The night is filled with darkness, as deep as thick ink that cannot be melted.

In the most prosperous and enthusiastic 21st century, high-rise buildings, busy traffic, and thousands of lights, turned into dots of light.

Among the low-luxury villas with European and American design styles,

A completely different design style from the magic dream.

a room,

The person on the bed woke up suddenly, he opened his eyes, and looked around with dark eyes, those eyes were deep and dark.

The slender young man was dressed in black and solemn pajamas, with fair skin and messy black hair scattered on his forehead. His face was handsome and pale, like a blood-sucking aristocrat.

After a few seconds of silence, Si Jin rolled his throat very lightly, his dark eyes calmly looking at the familiar scene around him, his expression indifferent and cold.

No one is more familiar with where this is than Si Jin.

21st century, modernization.

A world with completely different institutional standards from the Magic Dream.

Maybe this is where he should be.

And everything that happened before, everyone encountered, including the magic dream, was a long, quiet dream in the dark night.

It kept repeating in the dream.

I just woke up in a magical dream, but it was just a dream.

Is he really back?

Wake up from all dreams.

There was no such girl at all.

At best, it's just a dream of Nanke.

There was a tingling sensation in his mind for a moment, so that all consciousness was blank, Si Jin's face paled a little, his lips were white, as if all the temperature had been evacuated, and he was unexpectedly fragile. of beauty.

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