Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2493 Punish the world: sick dreamer (79)

He just watched this scene. The cold ink pupil is the most enchanting color in all things in the world, the temperature is slightly cool, the pale and thin lips are lightly opened, and he utters a whisper, like a person's whisper, which is the most cumbersome and obscure ancient Si Jin said the words, but there was no reason to invite others to sink.

  Even if there is an abyss ahead,

  Then you will jump without hesitation.

  The rain is still falling,

  The downpour is constantly washing the world, as if trying to wash away all the blood and filth.

  The big raindrops fell unscrupulously on the long eyelashes of the slender boy, on the tall bridge of the nose, and on the arc of cold shoulders.

  The black windbreaker was already wet, and the icy cold rain seemed to seep into the bone marrow, touching the trembling coolness against the skin.

However, Si Jin didn't care. It was like a snow sculpture silent in the wind and rain, like a divine residence from the ancient and mythical Western world, with a pure and noble temperament, but also infected with bloodthirsty like a fallen demon. Thin.

   Qingjiu's eyes froze violently, as if seeing another world, just beckoned to her...

  It seems that there is a distant voice whispering constantly in the ear: "Come on...Come on..."

  She seemed to see a rose that would never bloom, and she seemed to see the darkness before dawn, the endless dimness.

  The rain is still falling,

   seems to never tire.

  Except for the sound of wind and rain, the surrounding area seemed to be quiet, incredibly quiet.

  The sterling silver cross was still swaying from side to side in the rain, 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 remembers a little bit,

  Never kill in dreams.

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

  These people, everyone,

  Those who want to hurt her, covet her,

   Damn it all.

  Dying in a nightmare that can never be awake repeatedly, dying in the darkness of dawn, dying in an unfathomable abyss.

  Dream in dream, dream in dream.

  Dream maker is also a sculptor in a certain sense. He has exhausted his efforts to portray every drawing board, sculpt a vivid nightmare, and finally seal it in a frame.

  Everyone is caught in a never-ending nightmare.

  Unable to wake up.

  Can't escape.

  Unable to ask 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?

   "Da..."

  The cross made the last sound, and it was firmly held in his hand by Si Jin. The sharp cross made his hands hurt, but Si Jin didn't care.

now,

  In this late night, in the rain,

  There are only two of them left.

  "Sorry..." The rain screen blurred his face, and the night was surrounded by undulating mist. Si Jin sighed long, he lowered his figure, leaned slightly, and the cool kiss fell on the top of the girl's hair.

   "Did you remember?" Even though I already had a guess in my heart, dyed white still asked again.

  The slender young man gave a low hmm. In the night, no one would find that his face was pale without the slightest blood, and his breath was very ordinary, without the slightest sense of confusion.

  Even the tone of voice is deliberately soft, and it seems to be able to linger out the gentle warmth.

   "I remember it." Si Jin put his hands on her shoulders, and his forehead was pressed against the girl's forehead. His voice slowly became a little rusty: "For you."

   "I know." Yanbai slightly hooked the corner of her lower lip, and turned her delicate and flawless face slightly. The blood-red pupils only reflected the figure of a young man.

   pouring down,

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

  Only two colors can be seen in the endless darkness.

The figure in the black windbreaker gently bent over, leaned over with a full of abstinence, and the pale and white lips fell on the girl’s lips, with overwhelming sparseness that almost enveloped the whole person. It's cold, clean, and smells incredible.

  This is a very delicate kiss.

  In the midnight rainstorm, all the senses are amplified wirelessly, and in the end, only the person in front of him is left.

  It seems that rain has never been so cold before, falling on the body, bringing a burst of icy chill, as if it can penetrate into the bone marrow and arouse a tremor.

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

   is sober,

   still sinking,

  No one knows.

if it is possible,

  This seems to be just an ordinary kiss.

  Usually arrived just as in the previous time,

  As if he was standing under the shadow of a tree, smiling and raising his eyes, the moment he caught her.

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

  It seems that every time I look at her, my eyes are overflowing.

  It was like he was walking alone through the empty street in the early morning with her on his back.

   also seemed to softly coax her to sleep in the dead of night.

if it is possible,

that's all.

  Is the same kiss as usual.

  The rain has not stopped, the cold wind is howling, and the shadow of the tree is shaking violently,

  And Si Jin just stood there, the crystal raindrops slid down his extremely handsome side face, and finally fell off the collar. No matter what, he didn't care, there was only the **** figure in his eyes.

   While sliding down the rain at the same time, like a drop of salty and warm liquid, arousing a warmth.

  Ranbai can only hear the youth's steady and powerful heartbeat, which is constantly accelerating, as if with some kind of heart-puzzling bewitching.

  Those unconscious people in the forest no longer need to care, the so-called "corpses".

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

  Wait until I go back again,

  Walking through the lonely streets,

   It's already two o'clock in the morning.

  Si Jin’s light-colored lips still have a gentle arc, like the moment when he was holding that touch of snow in the early winter and melting in the sun.

  Even though she was embarrassed by the rain, she still remained pure and expensive.

"Mr. Si, Miss Ran, you are finally back..." The moment An'er noticed the familiar breath entering the villa, he quickly recognized it, and then rushed into the living room. It quickly discovered the anomaly. Mr. Secretary, are you raining?"

   "It's okay." Si Jin's voice was slightly muted: "An Er, prepare hot water."

   "Okay, Mr. Si."

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

Si Jin lowered his eyes, covered his eyes with long eyelashes, and sat next to her, his tone as usual: "After all, it is an unforgettable memory, which will always be remembered."

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

   "Really?" Ran Bai raised her eyes to look at him, and after a long pause, she let out a low laugh, "Well...so."

  (End of this chapter)