Cooking in the Monster Shelter

The sharp black shadow pierced the back of the neck like a blade, Lin Lin dodged and quickly avoided. When the dagger in his hand was turned, not only was he not hurt by the sneak attack, but he also chopped off the front end of the tentacles.

The tentacles seemed to communicate with the shadow. At the moment when the former was cut off, the boy who had the same appearance as Mingchuan shook his whole body and made a low purr like a wild cat from his throat, showing a very painful appearance.

But the painful expression lasted less than a second, and he quickly returned to the look of a blank bird of prey, with even more hatred in his eyes: "It doesn't matter, everyone makes mistakes. I understand your impulse, sister. As long as you chop off your right hand, you will listen to me obediently in the future, right?"

The young man's voice was blurred and frantic, and when the sneer sounded, the dark shadows swept over the sky. However, they have no way to directly attack Lin Hao who is the target person—

Lu Yinge stood in front of her without saying a word, his broad and straight back was like a big mountain.

"If you want to move her, you have to step over my body."

He sternly said lines that only appear in the movie, and the corners of his mouth opened with a leisurely grin: "But before that, you will be torn to pieces by me."

Lin Yan told the truth, and whispered behind him: "Yes, it's good enough."

Lu Yin Ge's ears became red, and he yelled at her angrily: "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

He turned his head when he said, suppressing the full of shame and anger, and quickly cast a meaningful sight to Lin Hao. When he said again, the volume was significantly lowered: "I'll hold him first, you take the opportunity to take Mingchuan Rescued from that dark pile of things."

"Want to save him?"

Shadow tilted his head and smiled: "It's useless. Once surrounded by my darlings, that guy will be dragged into the edge of the subconscious by nightmares, and he can't wake up again—ah, speaking of it, everything here is a dream, right? As long as he stays in the subconscious mind, the dream will never end, and we can always be together!"

The end of each dream is either because they constrained all the monsters that have appeared, or Mingchuan died in the dream and his consciousness forced him back to reality.

As long as he is surrounded by dark shadows, he will fall into layers of nightmares that are difficult to get rid of. He cannot survive and cannot die, and he will be trapped in the subconscious for the rest of his life. It is precisely because of this that the dreamer will never wake up, and Lin Hao and Lu Yinge can't leave from here.

Without leaving any time for the shadow to think and buffer, Lin Yu immediately rushed to where Mingchuan was after nodding her head quickly. Seeing that the black shadow focused all its attention on her, and when the overwhelming tentacles gathered frantically, a tall figure appeared beside Lin Concubine.

Lu Yinge squeezed the knife tightly, with an open sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Your opponent is me."

Lu Yinge and the black shadow that occupied almost the entire space confronted each other. At the moment when the knife edge tore the tentacles, Lin Yu avoided the last attack that almost pierced his ears and came to Mingchuan, which was wrapped in layers.

The werewolf attracted most of the firepower. She easily cut off the black sticky solid that swooped over like a hood, and then used a dagger to forcefully break the tangible black shadow surrounding the boy.

Mingchuan closed his eyes and leaned in the dark cage. He seemed to dream of something extremely painful and frightening, his brows faintly wrinkled into a knot, his pale and thin lips were bitten with blood stains, and the dry skin broke open unhealed cracks.

"Mingchuan."

Lin Yan tried to call him, and at the same time stretched her right hand forward, trying to pull him out. When she was about to touch Mingchuan, she heard a weird laugh from the distant shadow, mixed with hatred, unkind irony, and full of schadenfreude.

The confusion in my heart hadn't been fully brewed, and my field of vision suddenly went black—

The chaotic and noisy battles, the magnificent palace and the people around her all disappeared. She stood alone in the endless chaos. There was no light around, and the darkness was like an invisible palm, holding her heart tightly.

Shadow once said that when Mingchuan is surrounded by the shadow group, he will enter the edge of the subconscious, that is, the world of dreams in dreams. According to the clues he revealed, Sombra possesses the power to make people feel in a dream. After she touched Mingchuan, she was probably dragged into his deep dream.

She calmed down and looked around. As expected, she saw a faint light not far away.

Although it is "bright", it is actually just relative to the situation where you can't see your fingers in other places. In addition to this light and shadow, there is also a translucent, twelve or three-year-old child-that is Mingchuan's memory many years ago.

The dim light illuminates the boy's immature face. Wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, he stands blankly in a snow-white room, his face is full of panic and fear. Suddenly, with a creak, the closed door was opened.

Two masked men walked in. The tall and sturdy man in the lead was nearly 1.9 meters tall; the short and thin young man behind him took a handheld camera and fiddled around with a camera. OK gesture.

"You have to take good shots."

The tall man spoke with a relaxed smile, as if he was in a daily small chat with a friend, but as soon as the voice fell, a fist fell heavily on the boy's abdomen.

Ming Chuan fell to the ground in pain, clutching his stomach and gritting his teeth.

"The temper is still so strong."

The man murmured to himself, then reached out and grabbed his collar, his deliberately thickened voice line was like a beast growl, "Why don't you yell? If you are willing to beg me, maybe I will be softer."

Ming Chuan opened his beautiful black eyes and looked up at each other.

Concubine Lin saw the fear in his heart. I don't know if it is because of pain or fear, the boy's eyes are covered with a layer of wet mist, and the water vapor condenses into hanging teardrops at the corner of his eyes.

His back trembled uncontrollably, and his breathing became chaotic. But Mingchuan never looked away, but stared at the man without blinking, biting his lower lip tightly.

Perhaps he was angered by his attitude, and the man's entire face was distorted in anger. He cursed, raised his fist, and was about to hit the boy's side mercilessly, but another voice rang behind him: "Don't hit the face. If we are found out by the volunteers and the inspection team, we will be done."

The man paused for a moment, then added enthusiastically: "Let's relax, you beat him half to death last time, and lay in bed for half a month."

The man squinted at him and smiled: "The harder the fight, the more talented people will see."

He hummed an unknown song and raised his fist again.

Concubine Lin couldn't bear to look down anymore, forcing herself to look away. What made her unexpected is that she didn't know when there were so many illusions around her.

She saw Mingchuan lying scarred and covered in blood on the empty space of the hut; she saw the scrawny middle-aged woman approaching slowly in the light, telling him stories about blood, murder and betrayal; she saw the boy looking up at the sky, The world outside the window is bright and gentle, bathed in warm and warm sun everywhere, and the room inside the window lattice is cold and dark, and everywhere is filled with the smell of blood like rust.

The boy's depressed sobs came from his ears, accompanied by the sound of iron rods falling on his body, the unshielded curses of men, and all kinds of dark fairy tales.

This is the depths of Ming Chuan's subconscious, the whole world he owns.

Lin Yan lowered her eyelashes, her gaze swept across the scenes very quickly, trying to find Mingchuan himself in the complex memories. As she walked, she looked around, waiting for her surroundings to gradually calm down, and finally saw the slender and familiar back.

Ming Chuan turned his back to her, looking down at something, his back straightened slightly after hearing the footsteps, and he turned his head quietly.

His pupils were dim and dull, and when he saw Concubine Lin, he seemed to be filled with a few shining stars.

"Ming Chuan." Seeing that he didn't speak, Lin Yu broke the silence first, "Leave here with me, okay?"

Mingchuan looked timidly and took a step back.

This means rejection.

Concubine Lin was choked for a while and tried to switch to the next topic: "Then...what are you looking at?"

He blinked a little embarrassedly: "I, I'm watching fairy tales."

Fairy tales?

Confused, Lin Ma walked to the boy's side.

Like those vivid memories, there are still several reduced versions of translucent scenes suspended in front of Ming Chuan, but the protagonist is no longer him, but the characters in various fairy tales.

The girl kidnapped into the cave was poisoned by the robbers, vomiting blood and fell to the ground. The robbers took away the jewelry and money and laughed beside her cold body.

This is "The Robber Groom".

The lonely girl walked alone in the snowy night, shivering by the cold wind. Desperate, she could only curl up in the corner and light one candle after another, and finally slowly closed her eyes amidst the warm illusion.

This is "The Little Match Girl".

The little girl in the red hood put the cake on the table. Unexpectedly, the bed-ridden grandma suddenly lifted the quilt, revealing sharp minions. The low-pitched wolf howl sounded together with the girl's cry, and the scarlet blood mist was scattered everywhere.

This is "Little Red Riding Hood".

There are many other stories, all presented before them in the form of illusions. The fairy tales belonging to children should be light and warm, but in his eyes they have all become unpredictable horror stories. The protagonists are running and crying in the blood and blades, and death is like a shadow.

"My world is terrible, right?"

Ming Chuan didn't look at her when she spoke: "I'm sorry, you must be terrified."

Concubine Lin habitually wanted to touch his head, but found that before she found out, the young man in front of him was already much taller than her. She sighed softly and told him in a low voice: "No."

"you're lying."

Although Ming Chuan used a tough tone that could not be refuted, his momentum quickly softened, and he was more like crying without a trace: "I'm sorry...I don't want to be like this. But I don't know when the whole world was in a mess. I worked hard. I want to do better, but I end up in this way. I really...don't understand what to do."

He said that he had to cover his head, and he didn't want Lin Yan to see his embarrassed look at this moment, and there was a faint cry in his voice: "The shadow is the master of the dream. In this dream, no one can beat him. We have no escape. The hope of going out is destined to die here."

"You are the real master of this dream." Lin Yu said softly, gently pressing Ming Chuan's shoulder, "The shadow is just a fake, and it won't be stronger than you anyway."

"But you know, I can't do it. Whether it's controlling dreams or using those extraordinary powers, I can't do all of them."

He bit his lip and his back could not stop shaking: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, if I am stronger, I will not cause you to be trapped in dreams with me. I really...like those broken fairy tales, from the bones Sucks."

Concubine Lin looked at him quietly, there was no wave in Taohua's eyes, as smooth as a calm lake. Suddenly she spoke softly and carefully said the young man's name: "Mingchuan, it's not like this."

When the latter finally lowered his eyes to meet her, Lin Hao took a step forward and walked to the various phantoms.

Then she took a deep breath, curled her lips and smiled at him: "Want to hear my fairy tale?"

Ming Chuan didn't understand what she meant, and blinked blankly.

"This is a cold and lonely winter night. The girl who sells matches is walking alone on the street. Passing pedestrians turned a blind eye to her, and none of the matches were sold. The girl was so sad that she curled up quietly in a small corner. in."

What she said was exactly the same as the original story, and the phantom gradually developed according to her narrative, and there was no difference. Lin Hui's eyes drifted between the illusions, as if she was looking for something: "She is thinly dressed, so she wants to light a match to keep warm. Just when the girl took out the match from the paper box, she...um..."

The words paused here for a second, then Lin Hao's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth smiled deeper: "She heard a sound of flapping wings. The girl looked up curiously, and actually saw a swallow carrying a golden leaf."

Ming Chuan's brain didn't react for a while, only thinking in a daze, "The Swallow with a Jewel" is from "Happy Prince".

It was a fairy tale completely unrelated to the match girl. The precious statue named "Happy Prince" took pity on the poverty of the people, so he asked a swallow to give all the gems and gold leaves on his body to the poor in the city. No matter how beautiful, it was thrown into the garbage.

"The swallow flapped its wings and put the gold leaf on the girl's hand. Before she could realize what had happened, the bird quickly flew away."

The narration does not stop, the scene in the illusion actually keeps pace with the story. The girl cherished the golden leaves, her eyes gleaming by the street lamp—

"With it, a large family can finally survive this winter."

Lin Yu was just in a hurry, and when he bent his eyes, he pulled Mingchuan's sleeves and motioned him to look at another scene: "Look at this again. The weak girl was looted in the forest, and was locked up by robbers in a deserted and organized cave. Inside the secret room. Just as the thief took out the dagger and was about to pierce her throat, the girl heard a strange young man's voice in front of the secret room—the person outside said:'Open Sesame!'"

This is the story of "Alibaba and the Forty Thieves".

The woodcutter Ali Baba accidentally discovered the robber’s treasure trove and heard the secret word "Open Sesame". Although he did not intend to take the treasure as his own, he was regarded by the robbers as a thorn in his eyes. In order to eliminate the troubles, he conspired to kill him. . Alibaba struggled with wits and courage, repeatedly turning dangers into bargains, and eventually defeated the wicked.

"Opening the door with sesame seeds is a secret sign to open the secret room. As the stone door opens automatically, a handsome young man walks from outside the cave. The young man is so skillful that he defeated all the bad guys with his own power. It turned out that he was called Alibaba. Entering the cave just wanted to see the inside of the treasure cave with my own eyes, but unexpectedly encountered a murder case that has not yet occurred."

After Lin Lin gave him a glance, she stretched out her finger to another story not far in front of her: "Remember it? The "Little Red Riding Hood" we have experienced together."

The girl in the phantom has opened the door, and the wolf is ready to go, showing a little white fangs.

"Grandma Wolf let out a scream, and stretched her sharp claws forward. However, unexpectedly, accompanied by the girl's scream, a gunshot brushed her ear—a man dressed as a hunter stood at the door with her hands raised. The shotgun he was holding was emitting white smoke slowly."

She looked at the surprised look of the evil wolf in the illusion with satisfaction, and continued to add slowly, "The wolf was killed by a shot, and the hunter dug out its **** heart and hurriedly smiled at the girl. He said that he was sent by the queen and was ordered to chase him. Killing Snow White, but the hunter can't bear to kill, and he hasn't done anything. Now as long as he lied that the wild wolf's heart came from the princess's body, he would definitely be able to hide it from the queen."

Hearing this, even Mingchuan couldn't help but lifted his lips, showing a knowing smile.

Most of these are extremely cruel plots, but when Lin Lin combined them, the killings and gifts became natural and just right.

Obviously it is such a desperate story. It is clearly such a weak and fragile person, but all have escaped from the original miserable fate and ushered in another ending with hope.

"Although many people sneer at miracles and fairy tales, in the process of growing up, they will indeed encounter many cold things that are completely different from childhood fantasies. But even so, I still want to tell you that in certain At that time, please believe in fairy tales."

Lin Yu said: "When two parallel lines cross, many unexpected things will happen. No matter how sad the story, as long as you meet different people, you will always change-if your original life was a straight line When you meet me, maybe you have to turn a corner."

In the boundless vast darkness, the phantom exudes a dark cold light. There were a lot of noisy sounds around, and all kinds of strange phantoms stood there, but Ming Chuan felt inexplicably that only Lin Yan was in his eyes.

Her eyes were shining brightly, and she stretched out her right hand to the young man. Every word was like a clear spring hitting a rock, possessing irresistible magic power: "Don't you want to go out with me and see the ending after the turn? ?"

The heart began to beat violently, almost breaking through the throat.

Although Ming Chuan was a lot taller than her, he still looked like a little boy who was at a loss when facing Concubine Lin. With a ghostly spirit, with his brain blank, he also stretched out his hand without thinking, and carefully held Lin Ma's fingertips.

The moment the finger touched, the foreground of the eye suddenly changed. The dazzling sunlight forced him to squint his eyes, and at the same time he heard the shadow's angry roar: "Impossible...impossible! How could you come out? Kill you, I will kill you!"

Lin Yan turned to look at the familiar scene around her, closed her fingers without thinking too much, wrapped Ming Chuan's fingertips in her palm, and after feeling a chill, she pulled hard—

The young man wrapped in layers of black shadows leaned forward along the strength, his back clinging to the black shadows shook suddenly, and finally got out of the confinement.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked around for Lu Yinge's figure.

When the black tentacles are never exhausted, after cutting one, new ones will soon appear as replacements. Lu Yinge had already spent most of his energy. Although he was still familiar with his movements at the moment, his speed slowed down visibly. There were also several slits of various sizes on his body, and blood was leaking out.

Mingchuan said that in this dream, the shadow is almost like the **** of creation.

She raised her head to look at Hei Yingyao, and stepped forward, blocking Ming Chuan behind her: "You stay here, I will help Lu Yinge."

"Don't go." The boy stretched his hand to hold her clothes, "You can't win."

Concubine Lin did not respond directly, but instead asked him without thinking, "Do you remember the story of "The Nightingale and the Rose"?"

Mingchuan was slightly taken aback.

"You are not a Nightingale."

She was thin but had a straight back. When she stood in front of the young man to speak, her soft voice carried an irrefutable determination to blow away the cold winter wind. Lin Yan paused for a second while speaking, and at the same time turned her head slightly, her peach blossom-like eyes slanted slantingly. She seemed to smile and said, "Mingchuan, you are our boy."

Obviously, there is a huge shadow shrouded by death not far away, but somehow, as long as Lin Hao stood in front of him, it seemed as if there was a slender but bright sunlight suddenly appearing, separating the boy and the darkness in two completely different worlds.

Half of it was swallowed by the shadows, and the other half was bathed in the winter sun. Lin Lin was a straight dividing line, standing silently in the middle.

The little girl standing in front of her slowly pulled out her dagger, and under the white and vast cold light of the knife, Ming Chuan thought of the fairy tale about "The Nightingale and the Rose" for no reason.

[Nightingale flew to the rose under the youth window, and whispered: "Can you give me a red rose, I am willing to sing the most beautiful song for you."

But the tree shook his head: "The severe winter has frozen my blood, the frost has bitten my buds, and the storm has interrupted my branches. It is impossible to bloom again this year."

"Is there really no other way?" Nightingale hovered beside the rose tree, "Is it really impossible for the red rose in the cold winter to exist?"

The tree sighed slightly, and told her in a helpless tone: "There is one and only way to get a bright red rose: you have to insert the spike into the atrium and stain it with your own blood."

Nightingale sighed softly: "The price of buying a red rose with death is not small, but'love' is more valuable than life. How can a bird's heart compare with human love?"]

-Is "love" more valuable than life?

The black shadows are like undulating and flooding floods, twisting into various shapes in mid-air, and finally solidifying into several sharp sharp blades, rushing toward the two men fiercely.

As a replica of the owner of the dreamland, the shadow also has the ability to manipulate the dreamland at will and be above everything else. For others, there is almost no solution.

Lin Yan knew very well that it would be difficult for herself and Lu Yinge to defeat him in their dreams. But Mingchuan couldn't control his dream for unknown reasons, and didn't have the strength to compete with it. They were either trapped in this dream forever, or they won.

"Sorry, I left you without saying anything before."

Concubine Lin clenched the dagger tightly and did not look back.

—So this time, even if only this time, she wanted to protect him.

Then, like a nightingale, present to the boy bright red roses that cannot bloom in winter.

[When the moon rises to the sky, Nightingale will also come to the rose branch and put her chest on the thorn. The thorns penetrated deeper and deeper, and the blood of her life gradually overflowed, but she sang tactful ballads in her mouth.

At the moment when the song sounded, a white flower bud with outstanding buds appeared on the rose branch. The songs were sung one after another, and the petals opened one by one.

At first, the petals were as dim as the mist covering the river, and the light silver-gray reminiscent of the communication of dawn. When the unbiased thorn passed through her heart, the flower turned bright red, like the sky in the east. 】

Concubine Lin and Tentacle started acting at the same time. Her speed was extremely fast, and her slashing movements flowed smoothly. When the tentacles were chopped off, the shadow hissed in pain, and then used more and more smashing aura to give birth to more dark shadows.

"Not very good." Lu Yinge frowned, "These shadows are endless, as long as they are in front, we can't get close to that little boy."

"Just destroy everything in the way."

Lin Concubine smiled softly, "How about your injury?"

"It's just a small problem. Don't talk about such inconsequential things during the battle-by the way, there is something I must tell you."

Lu Yinge looked solemn, and after a few seconds of pause, he spoke in a deep voice, saying every word very seriously: "If I can survive this time, I want to eat macarons or fruit mousse. You will do it, right?"

Concubine Lin:...

Lin Lin: "Be confident and remove the ‘if’."

This is destined to be a hard fight, and a large number of black tentacles cut through the air like a rain of arrows and pierced directly at the two.

Rao Lin couldn't avoid all the attacks. He brushed past the tentacles several times, and his arms and calves were cut with blood. But the two of them are better than Lu Yinge's lone battle before. Although the long black beard can regenerate indefinitely, it takes a period of gestation to regenerate. In addition, the shadow himself has entered a period of weakness, the attack has slowed down visibly with the naked eye, and the tentacles on the field have also increased The less come.

"Asshole, asshole!"

Seeing that the two were getting closer and closer to him, Shadow yelled hysterically and decided to show the final hole card.

A few strands of black shadows quickly gathered, and they condensed into a very fine human form, gradually showing the same skin and facial features as humans. It was a thin middle-aged woman with a pale face that looked like a vampire or a zombie. Lin Lin could tell her identity at a glance, and she was the strange aunt who often told children dark nursery rhymes.

This is the person Mingchuan fears most in real life. This emotion is magnified several times in the dream, giving her amazing power.

Compared with a real person, the woman in front of her looks more sullen and arrogant. Holding a huge dagger in her hand, she opened and closed when she was bored, making a clacking sound when metal collided; there was no brilliance in her eyes, and she was alive and well manipulated by a doll.

In the shadow's conjecture, Concubine Lin and Lu Yinge should have shown fear and worry. They did not expect that the former smiled a little joyfully, as if they had seen some baby: "Ah, it's this auntie."

Lu Yinge sneered and echoed: "Well, it's this aunt."

What does it mean to break through iron shoes and find no place to find it? It takes no effort to get it; what means there is a way to heaven, you don’t walk in, and there is no way to break in.

Just because he looked at her more in the crowd, Lu Yinge could never forget her face again. This dry middle-aged woman is the only guy in this task and the one who can’t wait to get a squeeze. However, she only appeared in the memory before and couldn’t even do the simplest touches. To.

He gritted his teeth and waited for so long, just to find a chance to beat the **** violently, as for now...

Isn't this here?

"I'll take care of her." Wolf's ears moved slightly, and the corners of the youth's mouth showed an unbelievable smile: "Little master, I can't bear this face for a long time."

Concubine Lin answered casually: "Aren't you not beating women?"

"Woman?" He turned his fingertips and made the dagger draw a round circle. "This is doing necessary garbage disposal."

Something's wrong. Shadow thought, something was very wrong.

The middle-aged woman he turned out not only looked crazy, but also took a huge pair of deadly scissors. Normal people were absolutely deterred and shivered at the first glance.

But who can tell him why the man was actually smiling, and then rushed over here while laughing, hey! Even if it was love at first sight, it wouldn't be so excited! It's not right, the two of them are fighting!

Lu Yinge struggled with the middle-aged woman in front, Lin Yu removed the tentacles of the sudden attack from the side. The two did not go through a special run-in, but formed a tacit understanding without words in the battle. The shadow looked terrified, and when there was a short gap in the woman's movements, she was so nervous that she held her breath.

It is a pity that the imaginary miracle did not appear. It was at this moment that Lu Yinge raised his fist without any hesitation and slammed it on the opponent's face impartially.

The disgust accumulated over a long period of time condensed into a vigorous spirit, which broke out at this moment. After a muffled sound, the woman rolled her eyes suddenly, and her whole body emptied and fell backwards-this is probably, perhaps, possible, called "being beaten up".

The shadow was dumbfounded.

There is little left of his strength, only the last remnant left. If he confronts them head-on, he will definitely lose completely.

"How come... Did you hide your strength before? Why do you suddenly..."

"You mean me?" Lu Yinge raised his chin and actually smiled, "This is probably the power of the legendary dream-thanks to you, I can realize this wish."

My dream, the Chinese dream. After a long period of depression and dissatisfaction, let us congratulate this young civil servant from Qichuan City, Lu Yinge for his success in pursuing his dream!

—That's weird! Is your dream to beat others up! Is there any promise?

The shadow brain was chaotic and cranky. Before she could feel the shock of the woman being killed instantly, she heard a tragic wind blowing in her ears.

Coming with the wind, Lin Lin's soft and familiar voice: "In the decisive battle, don't be distracted."

Then there is the fierce style of fist like a knife.

Frankly speaking, neither Lin Concubine nor Lu Yinge were in a good state at this time. The ubiquitous tentacles left blood stains, and the blood fell down his forehead and cheeks, dyeing half of his face red.

But as soon as she waved her fist, the lake light under her eyes shimmered a little, and the confident and open arc of the corner of her mouth made people unable to look away. At that moment, the situation changed abruptly—this was a mortal endgame, but the two of them broke off abruptly.

Mingchuan looked at them, unable to say a word.

[The nightingale’s voice became more and more blurred, the white waning moon heard it, forgetting the dawn of the sky, and stayed in the air far away; the rose heard it, opening petals in the cold dawn wind.

In the end this extraordinary rose turned deep red, the outer petals of the flower were red with fire, and the heart of the flower was as red as jade. In the silent morning light, this is the most beautiful flower. 】

Condensed the blood stains of Nightingale's heart, and was smudged into crimson, the most beautiful flower—

It turned out that he was the boy who was taking care of everything, something that Ming Chuan never knew from beginning to end.

The flood of memories came into his mind. He picked up the forgotten memories and saw many past events that he didn't want to face. After deciding to face reality, the owner of the dream finally remembered everything that had happened.

"You forced me, everything is your fault!" The shadow was still roaring to himself, his eyes flushed with bloodshot eyes, "Since I can't be with you, everyone will die together!"

When the voice fell, the accident happened suddenly.

The corner of the hall instantly turned into pitch black, and the entire building began to shake wildly uncontrollably. The darkness is getting closer and closer, so aggressive as if to swallow everything, the shadow giggled: "I ruined it. The dream is about to collapse, and everyone can't escape-I'm not happy, don't think about any of you. Have a good life!"

Lu Yinge subconsciously turned around to protect Mingchuan, but he didn't expect that the latter not only didn't prepare to escape in a hurry, but instead walked towards them unhurriedly, his face was so cold that he couldn't see any special emotions.

The boy gradually approached without saying a word. With every step he took, the violent tremor of the building would be reduced to a certain extent. When he walked to Lin Hao, not only did the tremor stop completely, but the darkness around him was also forced to retreat a lot. .

Shadow's eyes widened, showing an appearance of incredible shock: "Could you..."

Mingchuan looked at him coldly, and when he raised his head, all the surging black tides disappeared and fled.

His voice was very soft, but he was so determined that he could not refute: "Don't touch them."

[This is the story of Nightingale and the boy.

When the moon rose to the sky, the nightingale came to the rose branch. She opened her mouth gently, and a graceful and graceful song came from her throat, surrounded by thin moonlight, quiet winter breeze and endless night, just as she was about to insert a flower thorn into her chest, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a slender figure.

"A bird," said the boy, "why come to the withered rose tree alone on a cold winter night?"

"I'm looking for a bright red rose." Nightingale replied. "Then I will give it to you."

The wind creaked the branches, and in the frozen night, everything was like a dream that would never wake up.

"I don't love vague love, nor do I need a red rose soaked in blood." The boy held her up and gently stroked the bird's warm feathers, "Nightingale in the winter night, I just want to hear you again. Singing."】

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