If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

There are still ten minutes left until the end of the copy.

Song Chuyi pursed his lips and walked out of the cabin without much thought.

The surroundings were even more desolate and filled with a sense of death.

Black fog overflowed from the yellow earth, and four black fog cocoons formed not far away.

When the black fog completely surrounds the world, they will fail to pass the level.

The black mist spread very quickly, and in just one minute it was already ten feet high.

Song Chuyi took a deep breath, turned and went into the cabin, then walked out with a fruit knife.

He cut his finger, and bright red blood slid from his fingertips and dripped onto the yellow earth.

The black fog centered on him dissipated in an instant.

But this alone is not enough, more black fog is spreading.

The bright white light, along with the dripping blood, seeped into the land.

The loess seemed to have its own consciousness, shaking slightly as if it was struggling.

Unfortunately, the power of the black fog is too great.

It couldn't break free from the black fog and soon became quiet again.

Seeing this, Song Chuyi prepared to cut his arm and let more blood come out so that he could hold on until the end of the copy.

Si Song cannot die, he must pass this copy.

The blade with a cold glow pressed against the fair skin.

The skin soon turned a little red.

But at this moment, the black cocoon in the middle suddenly vibrated.

Song Chuyi looked up and saw that the black cocoon was constantly shaking, as if it was being torn apart from the inside, and suddenly a big crack appeared.

Si Song walked out of the black cocoon and came in front of Song Chuyi almost instantly.

He snatched the fruit knife from his hand, feeling angry and distressed.

"What are you hurting yourself for?"

"Even if I don't let you hold my hand, you can't hurt yourself."

The effect of the negative buff was still there, so his face became paler with every word he spoke.

Song Chuyi looked at him in surprise.

Didn't this person forget about him because of the backlash of the [Hypnotic Doll]? How could he still...

He looked at the torn black cocoon, a little dazed.

"Plop", a tear suddenly fell on the back of his hand.

Then the injured fingertip was held in Si Song's mouth, and he licked his wound gently.

Si Song is crying.

When Song Chuyi realized this, he was a little at a loss.

He tried to wipe the tears from his face in panic, but he was grabbed by the wrist.

Si Song asked:

"Do we know each other?"

"I seem to have forgotten you."

Song Chu nodded.

Si Song suddenly laughed again.

"Then I must love you very much."

After the black fog surrounded him, his consciousness became dizzy and he seemed to be dying.

When the concept of "death" appeared in his mind, he found that he could accept it calmly.

It seemed as if he had lived for a very long time, lived a happy and fulfilling life, with no regrets.

Even death can be faced so easily and calmly.

But when he saw through the black fog that the young man had cut his fingertips with a knife, he felt a deep pain in his heart.

Feelings of unwillingness, heartache, guilt, etc. surged into his heart, making him feel that he should not have died like this.

No, it should be said that one should not enter that boundless hell.

So he tore through the cocoon of hell and ran towards him with all his strength.

He was not reconciled.

He was so unwilling.

How could he forget him, and how could he let himself hurt himself.

Such a beautiful boy should be loved by the whole world.

Nothing in this world is more important than him.

He is so unhappy.

I'm unwilling to die like this.

The sense of life passing away made him feel a little powerless, and he held Song Chuyi's hand tightly.

Song Chuyi looked at him and glanced at the time.

There are 2 minutes left until the end of the copy.

As long as Si Song holds on, he will be able to clear this copy.

For two minutes, Si Song should be able to hold on.

Just when he relaxed a little, he heard Si Song speak.

"I think I'm in love with you, do you like..."

Song Chuyi's pupils shrank sharply as he looked at the warning sign with only one drop of blood left. Without caring about anything else, he stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.

What Si Song wanted to say was blocked in this kiss.

Song Chuyi was afraid that he would bleed to death if he spoke again, so he took the initiative to guide him to deepen the kiss.

Two minutes is neither long nor short.

At least at this moment, these two minutes seemed very long to both of them.

Song Chuyi heard the sound of Si Song's heart beating, irregular and violent, as if it was about to burst out of his heart.

A smile appeared on his brows at this moment. He opened his eyes, looked at Si Song who was still a little dazed, and gently bit his lips.

It wasn't heavy, but it was enough to awaken Si Song's sanity.

The countdown above your head appears at this moment.

The black fog surged more and more violently, and as the countdown reached "10", Si Song felt a sense of heaviness.

The weight of time seemed to materialize at this moment, weighing heavily on his heart.

He looked at the person in front of him who was kissing him, and this thought came to his mind: They have been kissing for a long, long time, it's time to let go.

But how could he be willing to do that?

The greedy and evil thoughts buried deep in my bones surged up at this moment.

How could he just want a kiss?

He wanted more, more hugs and stimulation.

He should express his love with her most intensely in this world, and leave marks on that fair skin that even time cannot erase.

He was so despicable and hateful that he wanted to keep this beautiful boy in his arms.

Once these desires rooted deep in the soul are activated, no matter how the black fog surges, they cannot be suppressed in the slightest.

A blood-red countdown of [3] floated in the sky.

But Si Song started laughing at this moment.

He looked terribly pale, as if he was about to die at any moment.

But his unsatisfied desire made him persist so unwillingly.

As [0] fell, the black fog suddenly dissipated.

Even the black cocoon that wrapped Zhou Bosheng and others disappeared without a trace, leaving only three unconscious people falling from the sky.

The yellow land that was previously suppressed by the black fog became active again because of Song Chuyi's blood.

The blood full of vitality nourishes the earth, and the seeds buried deep inside quietly emerge with green tips.

Green sprouts grew on the barren land, and hope came with them.

The sound of machinery also rang in Si Song's ears.

"Congratulations to players Si Song, Zhou Bosheng, Wu Xiong, and Lou Lan Yao for clearing the SSS-level dungeon "Time and Space Cabin"."

"Clearance rating: S."

"The copy reward has been sent, and the transmission has been enabled."

Before Si Song could say anything, he was teleported out of the copy.

Song Chuyi looked at the empty grassland and poked the little white ball in his mind.

[There is one last instance, right? Can I speak in the next instance? ]

Xiao Tong: [My poor host, I have wronged you. ]

Song Chuyi:...

Suddenly I wanted to pull Si Song back and make him shut up and stay by my side for three days.