Buddhist master [Quick Transmigration]

Wu Zheng slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on White's chest.

The little devil looked up at him in surprise and asked, "What's the matter?"

Wu Zheng didn't answer, he raised his hand and saw that there was no trace of blood on his hand.

It's hallucination, which is great.

Wu Zheng relaxed, and raised his hand to touch White's face.This series of hallucinations made him nervous, for fear that he would lose his grip on the treasure in his hand.

White's gaze fell on his hand gently, and he suddenly called out, "Why is your hand stained with blood?"

Wu Zheng was taken aback, turned over his hand, and saw that his palm was covered with blood.

……why?

Of course it couldn't be his blood, but it couldn't be White's either. He just saw that there was no blood on the little devil's chest.

He glanced at the opponent's chest again, but in the blink of an eye, he seemed to see the opponent's chest covered with blood.

hallucination?

Even if it was a hallucination, such a scene made his chest tight, and he even wanted to disobey the system's order and kill something.

White anxiously grabbed his hand, and asked with red eyes, "Does it hurt, where did you hurt?"

Wu Zheng smiled: "It's okay, it shouldn't be my blood..."

As he was saying this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the center of his palm, a hideous wound split open in his palm, the flesh rolled up, and the blood in that palm flowed out from there.

White was taken aback, his face went blank for a few seconds, then he suddenly withdrew his hand and took a step back, as if a little scared.

Wu Zheng thought that he was frightened by the wound, so he quickly grasped his hand, stretched out his other uninjured hand to comfort him: "It's okay, it's okay, White, come here..."

White's face was pale, the little devil had never shown such an expression.

He closed his eyes, frowned tightly and said, "Don't come here. Don't...make me think of terrible things again."

Wu Zheng insisted on putting his hand on his face, his slightly callused thumb rubbed against White's white and tender skin, making his face a little more bloody.

White flinched, "Don't…"

Wu Zheng held him in his arms, leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

His kiss was quite rough, and he drove straight in without any temptation, and went straight to the deepest part.

Unexpectedly, the little devil pushed his two hands subconsciously, and then had no strength to resist, and was forced to entangle with each other.

His hands wrapped around Wuzheng's back, from a slight hesitation at the beginning to a tight embrace, unwilling to let go of a single finger.

His nostrils were filled with the smell of Dark, and he burst into tears for no reason, even after the kiss was over, he didn't stop crying, sobbing and calling the other person's name: "Dark, Dark..."

Wu Zheng hugged him, feeling that the little devil's hand grabbed his injured hand and gently caressed his palm, the pain disappeared immediately.That was definitely not a psychological effect, the hideous wound completely disappeared from the palm of his hand.

Wu Zheng's heart sank slightly, but he held the other's hand very gently, and said softly: "Don't think about unhappy things, just think about me."

White said: "I can't control..."

He smiled wryly and raised his head: "The magic will fail even more, and every wild idea of ​​mine will come true. In the end, this world will collapse, you will disappear, and I..."

His lips moved, but he still couldn't speak.

He took a step back, clenched Wuzheng's hand and said, "Follow me to the rose garden."

Wu Zheng didn't move, and stared at him with sad eyes: "Go to the rose garden to see how you were assassinated?"

White: "..."

He fluttered his long eyelashes and said, "It seems that you have already discovered it."

Wu Zheng didn't speak, he didn't know how to speak.

What is the system thinking, why does it always let him accept this kind of thing?

The system that hadn't made a sound for a long time flashed, indicating that it was still there.

With that flicker, the whole world suddenly faltered, a gust of wind blew in, West and the whole castle turned into dust, and the beautiful appearance disappeared, leaving only a dark skeleton with a river of blood flowing outside. A gloomy world where strange monsters wander.

Wuzheng asked softly: "This is what the world really looks like, isn't it?"

When Wu Zheng first came to this world, White said that "it seems that the magic is getting more and more dysfunctional". He always regards Wu Zheng as his property and thinks that Dark should listen to him.He can manipulate fantasy worlds in magical ways, and what's even more amazing is that his fantasy world can affect the real world.

At one point, Wu Zheng wondered if he was the strongest existence in the world, because White seemed to be stronger than him.

But he should indeed be the strongest...

Because White wanted it so much.

He is the god of this world, and everything revolves around him.He can turn back time, manipulate everything as he wants, bring dolls back to life, make natural disasters come suddenly, turn people into animals, and conjure infinitely real dreams.

Just because this world was originally his fantasy.

Dark, West, everyone, royal city, castle...

Everything is just his fantasy.

So the devil's castle changed from a gloomy place to a beautiful white castle. Everyone was helpless in front of White. The stubborn nobles easily changed their minds, and all problems could be easily solved.

This world was originally a fantasy world created by White to fulfill all his wishes.

It's just that even if it is a fantasy world, there is a real side.

Fantasy magic that is gradually getting out of control, figures that appear suddenly, accidents that keep happening...

As life passes by in reality, White is gradually losing his ability to manipulate the fantasy world, his memories are involved in fantasy, creating ghosts that shuttle, showing the real world.

White looked at Wu Zheng in fear, and Wu Zheng put his hand on his face, rubbing his cheek lightly.

His cute little squishy devil has the ability to create fantasies.

But... what he can manipulate is only the fantasy world. In the real world, he is trapped, attacked, and betrayed, and in the end he can only make up for it with a fantasy.

He put all the dreams that could not be realized in this dream, and at the end, weaved a dream for himself without waking up.

White stood in the stone castle full of skeletons, black lines crawled up his face, adding a bit of eerie to his beautiful face.

He asked, "Dark, do you think I'm scary?"

Wuzheng kissed him tenderly.

White looked at him intently with red eyes and said, "Only you will stay with me forever."

He looked away and said, "If in the real world, I really have you by my side, that would be great. I really... really want to visit Wangcheng."

Wu Zheng said, "You saw it."

White smiled, crimson spread across his chest, and a silver sword tip slowly stabbed out from his chest.

Wuzheng's eyes were faintly frightened, but more of them were grief.

White stretched out his fingers to touch Wu Zheng's face, but stopped halfway: his hands were not the green and white slender fingers in his imagination, but a terrifying appearance with long nails that had half turned into a skeleton.

In fact, it's not just the hands, there are more things... It's different from the fantasy world.

But Wuzheng grabbed his hand and put his hand on his face forcefully.

Wu Zheng's heart was beating violently, and he could no longer keep calm.There is a violent desire to destroy in his heart, wanting to kill all those who plan to kill White, even torture them to death.

His peace fell short, and even the restrictions of the system could no longer stop him——

This anger can only be resolved by hurting others.

He lowered his eyebrows and asked, "Why so fast?"

White's power is strong.Since the other party created this fantasy world, he must hope to make his last time more peaceful and happy... Why did it collapse so quickly?

White looked at him with a slight sadness on his face, and he said, "Actually, it shouldn't be so fast. Originally, I could maintain this world... until the last second."

"But in that case, you will disappear with this world."

Wu Zheng froze, his heart was sour and astringent, and there was still a faint pain.

"Just for that?" he asked.

He suddenly felt very angry and wanted to spank the other party's ass, but he couldn't bear it, so he could only stare at him fiercely.

White raised his hand, holding a plate of cake in his half-skeletal hand, which was shaped like a black dragon.

Wu Zheng recognized it. It was a cake made by White at the previous food festival. At that time, Wu Zheng was reluctant to eat it, so he took the cake back and offered it up, but he couldn't find it later for no reason.

It seems that it was put away by White.

"Eat it and you can go out. You can go to the real world," White said.

Wu Zheng turned his head: "No need! I don't, I don't need to go to the real world."

He was extremely awkward, thinking that White, who was crazy about selling fashion at the food festival, had already started planning this matter, and the spanking matter was in his mind again.

White also became anxious, and there was some coquettishness in his voice: "No, you must eat!"

Wu Zheng said, "No need."

He recklessly said: "I am not from this world at all! Your real world is meaningless to me at all. I won't appreciate it if you do this! Think of a way to take this cake back and make a good living in this world." The world stays. I don't need to go out, do you want me to see you die so much? If I go out, the first thing I will do is kill the person who hurt you, then I will die too, and everything about you will die In vain, don't you understand?"

White's chest heaved violently, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He whispered: "You don't understand..."

He raised his head suddenly, and said to Wuzheng: "After eating this cake, you can not only leave this fantasy world - you can completely leave this endless travel. You can return to your real world."

【Fantasy End·End】

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