Only villains don't force me to socialize [Transmigration Book]

Ning Zhe suddenly laughed, stretched out his hand and grasped the sharp knife pointing at the heart, his hand was slowly exerting force, the blood fell to the ground drop by drop, he said: "Is that so?"

"Yes, you are not like him enough, nor do you love me enough, you replaced him and came to me, and after you made a bond with me, you were by my side all the time. You are almost an ideal partner, even more than I thought. more perfect."

"It's just that some pain is unforgettable enough to experience it once, and I can't let myself suffer it a second time." Lin Jianzhu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes looking at Ning Zhe were like melting ice and snow, even a little gentle.

Ning Zhe seemed to suddenly realize: "Then do you not love me anymore, or are you afraid of falling in love with me?"

Lin Jianzhu's expression turned cold quickly. He looked at Ning Zhe like a sharp knife out of its sheath, as if the gentleness in the previous moment was just an illusion. Rolled up, the posture gave birth to a little inhuman indifference.

"What do you think?" The human emotions in his eyes are gradually fading, and his figure is firm and lonely like a bitter bamboo.

"Why don't you stay here?" Ning Zhe showed a slightly bewitching and narrow smile, "I can give you what he can give you, and I can give you what he can't give you. Consider me?"

"Stay here, and then fail the tribulation?" Lin Jianzhu sneered and mocked.

"Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, Die Meng Zhuang Zhou, sometimes you can't tell which is real and which is fake, because they are all true, or you can say they are all fake. When you first came here, you thought you were wearing a book, but what happened later?"

"You realize that you are originally from this world. Even so, how can you be sure that you are not really in a book?" Ning Zhe smiled mysteriously. At this time, he had already met the real Ning Zhe. Not at all.

Lin Jianzhu didn't believe it at all: "If you have the ability to make this world come true, it doesn't matter if I stay here, but you can't, you are not the way of heaven, you can't create the world, and illusions can never become reality. What's the use? As for Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly, when I can't detect it, why worry about it and worry about myself."

"You are open-minded." Ning Zhe's posture changed, and he slowly raised the corners of his lips, smiling flamboyantly and confidently, but his body unconsciously revealed the aura of being in a high position for a long time, and his every move carried an aura of coercion.

"So, Jian Zhu, are you willing to spend the rest of your life here with me?" He asked with a smile.

Lin Jianzhu said indifferently: "You are not him, you are just my demon, why should you be obsessed with being with me?"

"No, I'm not your demon." The man was dressed in black, with tender eyes in his eyes, "Cultivators value karma, and the karma between you and him was broken when you died in the previous life, but You still held tightly the feather he gave you until you died, so you stole a trace of karma in this life, do you still think that I am your demon?"

Lin Jianzhu's hand clenched on the hilt of the sword couldn't help shaking, and the man in front of him showed the same expression as Ning Zhe.

"You are······"

"I am Ning Zhe." He fixed his gaze on Lin Jianzhu.

Lin Jianzhu frowned after hearing this, "It's absolutely impossible."

"Did you forget that in the previous life, in order to save me, you were willing to become a cauldron and heal my wounds. Although I took away most of your energy, I also left something in your body." He showed a secretive smile.

Wisps of devilish energy emerged from Ning Zhe's body, competing with the spiritual power of Lin Jianzhu's body. He raised his other hand, and released a ray of ignorance fire from it.

"So where did your ruthless Taoism go?" Ning Zhe sneered, and he moved the hand holding the blade to the side without even wasting any effort.

"You don't want to become a ruthless Taoist monk who truly destroys humanity, and you don't want to be trapped by love. How can there be such a good thing in this world that can make you take advantage of it?"

"I have nothing to say about the way of killing and justice that you have practiced, only ruthlessness, you have nothing to say." Ning Zhe's hand slowly stroked Lin Jianzhu's cheek, and his words were merciless.

Lin Jianzhu's breath was suffocated, and his heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand. The hand holding the sword lost its previous fierceness and determination. He could only feel Ning Zhe's warm fingertips touching his own. cheek.

"You remembered, but what is the result? Your love for me has not diminished in the slightest, and even became more intense after a lifetime. This feeling is so strong that you have to choose the ruthless way to get rid of it, but have you really made up your mind to abandon it? ?Your painful experience and memories have made you fierce and decisive now, but your heart is still greedy for the warmth that doesn’t belong to you, is it worth it?”

Lin Jianzhu's eyes cleared for a moment, he pushed Ning Zhe away, raised his sword again and pointed at Ning Zhe, and said, "Doesn't belong to my warmth? You are not Ning Zhe, and you don't represent the cause and effect between me and him. You just know my demons very well, because you know what I'm thinking."

"If you think so, why don't you do it?" He looked at Lin Jianzhu expressionlessly, "You have hesitated for so long and tried repeatedly, since you have come to a conclusion, then kill me."

Lin Jianzhu didn't move, but still looked at Ning Zhe indifferently.

"You are afraid, even if there is a ten-thousandth possibility that I am the cause and effect between you and him, you still can't let him go." Ning Zhe smiled helplessly.

Why can't he make a move? As long as he moves Mingjun's sword forward a few points, he can kill him and leave the illusion, but he still can't stab the sword blade into the heart of the person in front of him, even if he knows that he is fake, even if It is almost impossible for him to be the cause and effect between the two.

Because as long as he thinks that Ning Zhe died because of him, his heart will be so painful that he can't breathe, kill him, kill him, you will be relieved, as if someone whispered in his ear.

"Lin Jianzhu, I gave you a chance." Ning Zhe became more indifferent, and Lin Jianzhu's figure was reflected in his eyes, like a mirror, "Then I have to leave it to me."

"It was the same in your previous life. You would rather die than see anything wrong with him. You are full of sincerity and love, and how has he ever paid attention to you? Now you are worse than you who just came here. You recalled your memories, picked up your cultivation, and also picked up your past weakness. At the most critical moment, you can't help but want to rely on others."

But that was none other than Senior, Senior Ding whom he could not take his eyes off the first time he saw him in his previous life. Even if they were not lovers or Taoist couples, they were best friends who had known each other for hundreds of years, and they were the first ones he fell in love with. A person, and the only person he has ever loved in this life, how could he have the heart to kill him.

"Then let me do it." Ning Zhe clenched the blade tightly, and bit by bit he sent the Mingjun sword in Lin Jianzhu's hand into his heart.

Lin Jianzhu looked at Ning Zhe in shock. He saw an incomprehensible light flashing in Ning Zhe's eyes, with a little familiar tenderness and tolerance. He watched Ning Zhe's hand holding the blade remove it from himself His heart pulled out, and he pulled himself into his arms again.

The hug was hot and humid, with a bloody smell so strong that it was hard to breathe, and it also had a strength that made people feel extremely warm and trustworthy. Ning Zhe leaned his head on Lin Jianzhu's arms.

Lin Jianzhu stretched out his hand and hugged the weakening body.

"Who are you...?" His eyes were full of desolation and desolation, but his heart seemed to be warmed by the blood that kept gushing out.

"Of course I'm not your demon..."

Every previous scene flashed through Lin Jianzhu's mind. He knew himself very well, knew how to love himself, clearly knew his shortcomings, and subconsciously clenched his sword...

"It turns out that you are myself."

"I am you."

The two spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping in one place.

The man in Lin Jianzhu's arms kept bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but he still tried his best to say to himself: "This is why I always let you sleep, because you are me in the dream, and I am you outside the dream."

"Your inner demon is indeed very powerful, but it has long been imprisoned in the water prison by us. In fact, we know each other very well, but it is because we know each other so well that it is difficult to be sure. The person who understands you best in this world is me. Your love and hate, the pain you have suffered, and your ideals and beliefs, only you will never betray yourself, and only you are the most worthy of relying on."

"Our father is right, you have to learn to love yourself."