Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2485 Punish the world: sick Jiao dream maker (71)

   But now,

  It’s useless to pack it in a gift box.

  She thought that the person had promised to come back. Now that she thinks about it, she seems to be thinking too much. After all, he never said that he would come back.

  It's a pity that the design surprises.

  Looking at the girl's absent-minded appearance, Aner really couldn't understand the complicated emotions. He just thought about being inspired to be a caring and personal robot, so he asked: "Are you in a bad mood?"

  "Why is it bad?" Dyeing white casually, "It's good."

  An'er: "..."

  The world that is not a robot is difficult to understand.

  Obviously it doesn’t look so good, so why should I say yes?

   Is duplicity so popular now?

  An'erka spent a long time, and then intermittently asked: "You... according to humans, it is already time to rest, don't you sleep?"

   "Wait for someone." Ranbai said, reaching out and knocking on Aner, "Be quiet."

  Maybe this person can't wait.

  Dyeing white eyes lightly glanced at the thick night outside, like a dark ocean that can drown everything, without any light or figure.

  ...

  Is the dim light in the ward constantly floating, or the sound of the pointer moving constantly.

  "Don't think about anything, relax, no need to be vigilant..." The low and sweet voice seems to come from another world, like the most innocent symphony, in the rhythmic percussion, unprovoked seduction and bewitching.

  The person sitting in the chair only feels that his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and they seem to be too heavy to open, so they have to slowly close their eyes.

  "You are fine, there are no worries anymore, now you are watching at home..."

  Is the dust floating in the open light?

  The curtains that were still half-closed were gently shaken by the wind.

  Everything seems drowsy.

   is like an unprovoked magic that relaxes one's vigilance and is extremely reassuring.

  Si Jin straightened up, looked at the patient, his tone was flat: "Okay."

  Long eyelashes cover down, the eye bottom is still a little blue and black, and the side face is as beautiful as ever.

  The night outside the window is deep, and the light and shadow in the room are dim.

Gu Yu took a long sigh of relief, and smiled helplessly: "I was negligent this time. You have a great dream making..." After a pause, he said again, "But, have you...have you had nightmares recently? ?"

  Si Jin raised his eyes, then turned his eyes sideways, his tone was not gentle, neither denying nor confirming: "Fortunately, that's it."

  Gu Yu: "..."

   "I am also your private psychiatrist anyhow, do you have this attitude?"

   "Oh?" Si Jin raised his eyebrows, his tone was light, and slowly: "A psychiatrist who needs me if there is a problem?"

  Gu Yu: "..."

  I can’t talk this day.

   "Are you going back so late?" Gu Yu checked the time, Chong Sijin raised his chin, "If it's really not possible, just do it here?"

Si Jin paused, then lowered his eyes in silence and looked at the time.

   1:20 in the morning.

   has passed.

  Seems to be late.

  But it seems that there is no need to agree, after all, it is just a slightly familiar stranger.

The boy's eyes were in a daze for a moment, like a calm deep sea splashing with ripples, and finally returned to peace. He stretched out his hand to pull off his tie, turned his face, and put his slender white fingers on the back of the chair at random, and silently refused: "No. I'm leaving now."

   "Let's go." Gu Yu didn't forcibly keep anyone, but just casually asked: "Has the Master contacted you recently?"

   "No." His natural indifferent temperament made Si Jin unable to say a few words to anyone.

  "Hey, I don’t know where I went..."

  Si Jin had already walked out when Gu Yu was talking, took off his white coat, and put his long black windbreaker on him. The feeling of abstinence was not diminished, but he was a little bit more evil.

  Inexplicably depressed in the night.

   Gu Yu frowned subconsciously, and muttered: "Why... it seems something is wrong recently?"

  ...

  "Da, da, da..." is the sound of time passing by.

  The night clock at twelve in the morning has already sounded.

  The empty villa is as deserted as ever.

  ...

  An'er saw the girl indifferently unpacking the box with the cake, with a pair of metal eyes open, "Hey, what to open, isn't it for Mr. Si?"

   "No." Dye Bai tossed the box aside, his tone was flat: "Thinking too much, time is over, give it to yourself."

  Except for the moment at midnight.

  It makes no sense after any minute.

  The silver knife and fork were inserted into the cake under the light, and the action was pleasing to the eye, and Feng Luo was trembling, "Su, host...?"

   "Something?" Ranbai said, taking a sip.

  The soft and waxy cake melted on the tip of the tongue, and it didn’t have the taste of cake at all, it was really bitter.

  啧.

   "Host, are you...angry?" Feng Luo was about to kneel to someone. He never expected that he would encounter such awful things when he came out of the world of magic dreams, and would not let him worry about it day by day.

   "No." The words dyed white are true, and a piece of freshly cut cake is inserted with a knife and fork: "What is there to be angry about?"

   "I thought you had an official match (⊙﹏⊙)."

  Ranbai was silent for a second, then smiled lowly, "He has lost his memory, and it is not his choice. I promised that he will come to him, so how can I give him up so easily?"

"The one given to me is mine. Whoever grabs it will kill whoever." The silver light of the knife and fork collided, and the flashing light was inexplicably chilly, and Feng Luo listened to Ran Bai and said in a calm tone: "Nothing else. The way, what I want can only be in my arms, understand?"

  Feng Luo did not speak.

"He is a dream maker, and he should know the difference between reality and dream better than anyone else, but he can sink into dreams willingly for me, even if the final outcome may be destruction and end in jeopardy." Ranbai's tone was very clear. Dan: "If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have amnesia. He should be the existence of Jiyue, and then tear up the dream indifferently, not like he is now."

"After all, I pulled him in first. He is my person, then I have to be responsible for him." The cake was put in the mouth, and the taste was bitter and astringent, but the whitening did not mean to stop, one bite at a time. Eat, "If I just give up on him like this, then how superficial is my liking? It's nothing more than that."

  Thinking about it, dyed white and smiled, "When I said nothing, you are a system and you don’t understand."

  Feng Luo: "...who said I don’t understand!"

"Okay, I won't tell you this." Dye Bai's tone was the same as usual, it seemed that there was no difference between normal, and the curvature of the corners of the lips did not fall. The pitch black ink fell on her body, as if it almost swallowed her, reflecting With that exquisite face and calm eyes, "I asked you if your information is ready?"

  (End of this chapter)