Chapter 2495: Punishing the World: Sick Dreamer (Seventy-Nine)

He just watched this scene, the cold ink pupil is the most bewitching color of all things in the world, the temperature is slightly cool, the pale and slender lips are lightly opened, and spit out a whisper, like a person's murmur, it is the most complicated and obscure ancient The words were spoken by Si Jin, but for no reason there was a meaning of inviting people to sink.

Even if there is an abyss ahead,

Then you will jump without hesitation.

It's still raining,

The downpour was constantly washing the world, as if it wanted to wash away all the blood and filth.

The bean-sized raindrops fell unscrupulously on the long eyelashes of the slender boy, on the bridge of the tall nose, and on the cold shoulders.

The black windbreaker had long been wet, and the icy, biting rain seemed to be able to seep into the bone marrow, slicing the shivering coolness against the skin.

But Si Jin didn't care, it was like a silent ice and snow sculpture in the wind and rain, like a divine mansion from the ancient and mythical Western world, with a noble temperament, but also with a bloodthirsty cold like a fallen demon Thin.

Qingjiu's eyes became violently dazed, as if she saw another world, she just waved to her...

There seems to be a distant voice whispering in my ears: "Come on... come on..."

She seemed to see a rose that would never bloom, she seemed to see the darkness before dawn, the never-ending darkness.

It's still raining,

Seems to never get tired.

Except for the sound of wind and rain, the surroundings seemed to be quiet, unbelievably quiet.

The sterling silver cross was still swaying from side to side in the rain, and the bewitching arc slid through the air, and was finally held in the cold palm of the boy's hand.

as a dream maker.

He always remembered that,

Never dream of killing people.

But now... he really has no way to restrain himself.

These people, all of them,

Those who want to hurt her, those who covet her,

All be damned.

Die in a nightmare that never wakes up and repeat, in the darkness of dawn, in an unfathomable abyss.

A dream within a dream.

A dream maker is also a sculptor in a certain sense. He spends his best efforts to depict each drawing board, sculpts a vivid nightmare, and finally seals it in the picture frame.

All are caught in a never-ending nightmare.

Unable to wake up.

There is no escape.

Unable to call for help.

As for the body in reality, it will only fall into a long sleep.

has nothing to do with him,

isn't it?

"clatter……"

The cross finally made a sound, and it was firmly held in Si Jin's hand. The angular cross made his hand hurt, but Si Jin didn't care.

Now,

In this late night, in the rain,

Just the two of them left.

"Sorry..." The rain screen blurred his face, and the night was surrounded by rolling mist. Si Jin sighed deeply. He lowered his body, leaned over slightly, and placed a cool kiss on the top of the girl's hair.

"Do you remember?" Even though he already had a guess in his heart, Ranbai asked again.

The slender youth gave a low hum. In the dark of night, no one would notice that his face was pale without the slightest bit of blood, and his breath was normal, without the slightest sense of confusion.

Even the tone was deliberately suppressed, as if a warm warmth could linger.

"I remember." Si Jin put his hands on her shoulders, his forehead pressed against the girl's forehead, his voice was a little sandy: "For you."

"I know." Ranbai slightly hooked the corner of his lower lip, and turned his delicate and flawless face to the side. Those blood-red pupils only reflected the young man's figure.

pouring rain,

But Si Jin was not affected at all, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Only two shades of color can be seen in the boundless darkness.

The figure in the black windbreaker, bent over the pole lightly, leaned over with a breath of abstinence, and the pale white lips fell on the girl's lips, with overwhelming sparseness that almost enveloped the whole person. Cold fragrance, clean and smells incredible.

It's a very sweet kiss.

In the heavy rain in the middle of the night, all the senses were amplified wirelessly, and in the end, only the person in front of him was left.

It was as if the rain had never been so cold before, and it fell on him, bringing a bit of icy chill, as if it could penetrate into the bone marrow, causing a shudder.

But when the kiss fell, it was mixed with cold and crystal raindrops, but it brought warmth.

is awake,

still sinking,

Nobody knows.

if it is possible,

It seemed like a normal kiss.

As usual as in the old times,

It was like the moment when he stood under the shadow of a tree, raised his eyes with a smile, and caught her.

As if after washing, he gently and patiently wiped her hair.

It was as if every time he looked at her, his eyes overflowed with sullenness.

It was as if he carried her through the empty streets in the early morning alone.

It was also like he was gently coaxing her to sleep in the dead of night.

if it is possible,

that's it.

It was the same kiss as usual.

The rain has not stopped, the icy cold wind howls, the tree shadows shake violently,

And Si Jin just stood there, the crystal raindrops slid down his extremely handsome profile, and finally dropped the collar, he didn't care, there was only the bloody figure in his eyes.

At the same time, it slid down the rain, like a drop of salty and warm liquid, stirring up a warm feeling.

Ranbai could only hear the boy's steady and powerful heartbeat, which kept accelerating, as if with some kind of heart-wrenching bewitchment.

Those comatose people in the forest no longer need to be concerned, the so-called "corpses".

Ranbai glanced back for the last time, her eyes became darker and darker, the power of the dark soul rose from her fingertips, and a small cluster of dark flames burned, and finally fell not far away.

When I go back again,

Walking through the silent streets,

It's already two in the morning.

The corners of Si Jin's pale lips still had a gentle arc, like the moment when the snow was in his hands in early winter and melted in the sun.

Even though he was drenched in the rain, he was still very precious.

"Mr. Si, Miss Ran, you are finally back..." The moment An Er noticed the familiar aura entering the villa, he quickly recognized it, and then rushed into the living room, it quickly discovered the abnormality, " Sir, are you in the rain?"

"It's okay." Si Jin's voice was hoarse: "An'er, prepare hot water."

"Okay, Mr. Si."

It was probably because the person who had been waiting suddenly recovered his memory without warning. The smile on the corners of the dyed white lips never fell. Looking at the figure who just came out of the bathroom, she suddenly thought of something. Ask: "How do you remember?"

Si Jin lowered his eyes, covered his eyes with long eyelashes, sat beside her, his tone was as usual as before: "After all, it is an unforgettable memory, I will always remember it."

"Maybe the moment you gave me the bone chain, the memory was a little loose."

"Really?" Ranbai raised his eyes to look at him, paused for a while, and then let out a low laugh, "Well... too."

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