Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

Chapter 102 How Horror Games Become Idol Dramas
Ling Chan felt that her body was very light.

The soul that lost her body was empty, floating in a vast sea, and the waves gently soothed her pain.

Her head hurts and her body hurts too. The pain of skin cracking and body tearing during the explosion still persists in her senses.

But all of these seemed far away from her, as if there was a transparent membrane separating her from everything else.

She floated leisurely.

Looking up is the dark shadow of the sea, and a magnificent city with strange shapes is turned upside down, floating above her head.

That's the city of horror.

She floated along the way, and the edge of the city seemed to be within reach.

A hand grabbed Ling Chan's ankle, and a heavy force struck, pulling her down fiercely.

thump!
The water splashed, and she was pulled out of the water. A cold, smog-like illusory but real arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her all the way down.

The deep sea and the city hanging upside down are getting farther and farther away.

The city lord hugged Ling Chan, and every inch of the man and girl's bodies were tightly attached to each other. The city lord wrapped around Ling Chan tightly, like a giant python wrapped around Ling Chan's body, strangling her so that she couldn't breathe well.

Oh, no, she doesn't need to breathe in this state.

Should she be dead, or is she still in a dream?

Ling Chan was in a daze to herself, her mind was in a mess now, and it was hard for her to concentrate on thinking, let alone bring up feelings of disgust or anger.

Enraged by her indifferent attitude, the castellan tightened his arms.

"I admit that I underestimated you." The city lord stared and said coldly: "You are actually immune to my hypnosis."

"I can't," Ling Chan said, "Don't deceive yourself."

She knows herself well, she can't love people.

If the so-called backtracking confession appeared on her, the hidden meaning behind it must be use, not love.

The city lord didn't understand her at all, and only relied on the dreams she made up with a few perfunctory words at the dinner party, which was very different from Ling Chan's own behavior style.

On the first night, the city lord reset the dream 78 times, and with his insistence, this false play was able to start stumblingly.

The city lord wants a Lingchan who loves him.

He tried his best to find out Ling Chan's temper and preferences through resets again and again, humiliated, and did things that he had never done in his life.

But Lingchan still doesn't like him.

"You can actually stay sober in my domain," the city lord raised his eyebrows, "You impress me."

"I didn't stay awake." Ling Chan said, "I just kept being myself."

"If you don't want to, I can't even keep myself. You should know best."

The city master was expressionless, and his smoky body fluctuated violently.

He is willing to do anything for Ling Chan, but Ling Chan doesn't love him.

Her eyes are always on her relatives, her friends, and her teachers. She likes very little, and she can share even less with him.

He cut up Ling Chan's family, separated her friends, and blurred everything in her memory except herself.

He got a Ling Chan who only loves him.

A puppet who has nothing but love for him.

...Even if it is a puppet, it will throw off his hand without hesitation on the day of the bombing and rush to the predetermined death.

Ling Chan said: "You are very clear, in the dream, I am a doll that you let you play with your memory, and I cannot resist your power."

She bent her eyes slightly and said with a smile: "You should be able to delete my memory repeatedly and reset the time of this dream world. You can also make different choices every time to find my best response."

"You can play me like a strategy game, keep rewinding, and even double up."

"This story in my memory is the optimal solution after how many times you reset it?"

The white cloud swayed leisurely over Ling Chan's fingertips, as gentle as a kiss.

The mayor lowered his eyes.

Black smoke emitted from his body, covering the sky and covering the earth in the blink of an eye, polluting a vast expanse of pure white sky.

"96689992."

Nine thousand six hundred and sixty-eight nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-two times.

Under the big banyan tree, he reset 78 times.

Heart rate measurement, he reset 91 times.

Stable love relationship, inseparable with Ling Chan, let Ling Chan agree to live together, he reset 250 once.

In order for Ling Chan not to interfere with the Xingfu community bombing, he reset 410 to 380 times.

Obviously, the parents in her memory have been downplayed.

Why is she so desperate every time?

He was incomprehensible.

It's like he couldn't understand the persistence to reset himself nine thousand four hundred and seventy-six thousand three hundred and eighty times.

Ling Chan raised her eyebrows and smiled, as beautiful as a delicate rose.

But roses have thorns, and beauties are poisonous.

She said: "Because I won't love someone like you, there is no such possibility in the world, no matter how you reset it, you won't find this result."

He reset 660 times, but he couldn't find his lover.

The sea breeze is rolling, wandering in the boundless vast sky.

The pupils of the city lord, Dark Gold, are like long-frozen ice and snow.

For the ninth thousand, six hundred and eighty-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-third time, he let Ling Chan die in the explosion. This is the dream he wove, the world he controlled. The damage of the explosion really affected Ling Chan's soul.

The severe pain ejected her from the dream, and she touched reality.

"This is where?"

"The bottom of the city of horror."

"It turns out that you are the scariest monster in the City of Horror," Ling Chan said in surprise, "The message is actually true."

"Aren't you afraid?" the city lord asked, "You are going to die soon."

indeed.

Ling Chan felt that her body was getting lighter and lighter, and the feeling of suffocation and dizziness came to her mind together. This feeling was very similar to death.

But Ling Chan is not afraid.

"I'm not going to die," she said firmly.

"Do you think I won't kill you?" The city lord raised his eyebrows, and he couldn't help laughing.

He kills like hemp, he does all kinds of evil.Even love is twisted and hideous, full of hurtful thorns.

Does Ling Chan have such confidence in him?He didn't dare to think so himself.

"Do you think I love you?"

"I don't think this is love." Ling Chan said, "People like us are not worthy of love."

"How could I love someone?" The city lord turned a deaf ear to Ling Chan's answer and muttered to himself.

He smiled lightly and stroked Ling Chan's slender neck, as if he was caressing gently, but also as if he would break it in the next second.

"You will die in my hands, and I will never be hindered by emotion." He said softly, but slowly closed his fingers.

Ling Chan's crystal-clear soul faintly showed signs of collapsing, but was caught by the black mist. The vast black mist was like an impenetrable net, tightly encircling Ling Chan.

"Is this result disappointing?" He seemed to ask casually, not wanting to know Ling Chan's answer.

"Do you think I'm some inferior villain who can be influenced by love?"

"That's ridiculous."

Floating clouds are leisurely, kissed by the breeze.

Ling Chan bit the city lord's neck.

The teeth were pressed hard, and the brilliant golden blood flowed up the water, like a beam of golden sunlight, and like molten gold.

The city lord clenched his hands tightly, and the black mist could no longer retain the pure white soul, causing Chan to scatter into white light dots, lightly bypassing him, and floating towards the upside-down sea in the sky.

　City owner: I will only know if this melon is sweet or not.

　　Chan: Is it sweet?

　　Santo: .

　　This chapter pays homage to Wandering Earth 2. It can be seen that I am a firm anti-digital life party. Unrestricted rights are terrible!

　　
　
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