Let's play together

The cyan shards turned into a handful of powder in his hand, Nightmare understood that he used a one-time key.

In other words, there is only one chance. If he does not grasp this opportunity well, then he may... never see Li Mathematics again...

Just thinking about it this way, a few frenzied urges to destroy the world appeared in Mengmai's heart.

He couldn't help laughing at himself: Since when has Little Sweetheart been so important to me?

Thinking in this way, Nightmare took a step forward, and the thick blue-black smoke that blocked his sight spread away from him like fleeing.

He found himself in a narrow corridor, dimly lit by torches, but the top could not be seen upwards.

He looked left and right, and chose to walk with his left hand. The finely crafted hand-laced leather shoes sounded a brisk melody on the stone road, but Meng Yan himself couldn't feel brisk.

He had a vague premonition that things would go in a bad direction.

Most left turn, most left turn.

Nightmare became anxious. What is the point of such a clumsy search?Can this find Li Mathematics?

Just as I was thinking, I saw something far ahead.

He was secretly vigilant, and looked a little closer, only to find a wet shoe lying on the ground.

Will it be sweetheart shoes?

Nightmare couldn't help thinking, picked up the shoes and looked at them.

This is indeed sweetheart's favorite style, and the shoe size is exactly sweetheart's shoe size.

Is it really sweetheart's?Why did he lose his shoes here?Is it because of some danger?

Thinking wildly, he originally planned to pick it up and throw it away. He held the shoes in his hand and searched around carefully.

After a while, he found an abnormal stone on the nearby stone wall. He pressed it hard, and there was a sound of friction between stones above his head.

Nightmare looked up and saw that it was so dark that the roof could not be seen, but now there was a flat stone roof, and the stone directly above him was opened with a circular wellhead.

He jumped a few times, groping around the mouth of the well, and found scaffolding on one side, but couldn't hold onto it.

He loosened the laces of the shoes he had picked up, and pulled the laces up one end. After three times, the shoes got stuck on the scaffolding.

Take a breath and start climbing up.

The distance is not far, only about two or three meters.

After Nightmare threw herself out of the well, she first looked at the shoes in her hand.

The laces were strong and didn't break, but the eyelet for the laces was pulled.

For some reason, Nightmare felt a little unpleasant, and he didn't think it was wet, so he directly put it into his arms.Looking around, I found myself in a huge circular hall with a shallow pool in the middle. There is also a horizontal entrance and exit.

What attracted Nightmare's attention most in this area was the center of the entire round hall and the center of the pool. A coffin was half submerged in the pool water, and the coffin lid slid halfway open.

Nightmare held her breath, stepped on the long bridge and walked over, lowered her head and looked inside.

With just this one glance, Nightmare froze, as if all the blood in his body was frozen in an instant, and the vigilance that had lasted for more than ten years disappeared at this moment.

All he could do was look at the face in the coffin.

I really want to be closer.

Thinking this way, he stepped off the bridge and stepped into the dark blue pool water.

He bent down to observe the man's face at close range, and tried his mouth and nose.

Not breathing.

He stretched out his hand again to test his heartbeat.

No, and it's freezing hard.

But how?

How did that happen?

Meng Meng's unbelieving hands pressed on the other's chest, and the wet clothes fibers stuck to the lines of his palm, and the chill spread into the bottom of his heart, he pressed hard, and pressed hard again.

It's useless, it's useless at all, the hard chest can't be pressed down at all.

He simply poked his whole head in and blew into the opponent's mouth and nose.

It's useless, it's still useless, no air can get in.

"Am I... still late?"

Nightmare lost his mind, he grasped hope for the last time, touched the other person's face for a while, trying to peel off a mask from this face.But he finally put away his hands, but couldn't hold back the wet eyes.

"It's not fake...it's really him..."

But how could this be?

How did his little cutie die?

He pressed his dizzy head, and groped carefully on the body of the person in the coffin, trying to find a fatal wound.

But after groping all over his upper body, except for a stone of unknown meaning in his pocket, he couldn't even find a scar.

Nightmare stepped back two steps, and slid the coffin lid to the other side, exposing Li Xuexue's legs.

A shoe on one foot...and a shoe on the other.

Nightmare took out the shoe in his hand and looked at it. Although the number was the same, it was obvious that this one was not Sweetheart's.

But since it wasn't from Sweetheart?Whose will it be?

This kind of doubt can no longer enter the brain of Nightmare, and he threw the shoe he picked up into the pool annoyedly.

Since it's not a sweetheart's shoe, there's no retention value.

He checked Sweetheart's legs carefully again, but couldn't find a scar.

His sweetheart has never been injured when he grows so big?

But this doubt could not be squeezed into Nightmare's mind.

All he knew was that the sweetheart he had worked so hard to find was dead.

His darling is dead.

Li Mathematics... is dead.

Something black covered Nightmare's eyes.

Some dark emotion clouded his dreams.

Nightmare thought, he is going crazy, this world let his sweetheart die, he will destroy this world with his own hands.

But... before ruining everything... before that...

Nightmare reached out and took off a shoe on Li Xuexue's foot, and put it in his arms preciously.

He pushed back the coffin cover to reveal Li Xuexue's head, and took a closer look at the only thing Li Xuexue was carrying.

He found that he really couldn't understand, why did Sweetheart carry an ordinary-looking stone with him?

Unable to see the name, he kissed the stone, placed it squarely on the side of Li Xuexue's head, then kissed Li Xuexue's forehead, and finally closed the coffin lid tightly.

After taking two steps back and taking a final look at the coffin, Nightmare turned around and burrowed back into the shaft it came from.

Going down the well and pressing the switch to close the passage, Meng Meng suddenly realized that something was wrong with him. He stretched out his hands and looked at it, and found that his skin had wrinkled at some point. Feeling old, the muscles all over the body also began to feel sore from overwork.

this is not normal...

...Could it be because of that dark blue pool?

Nightmare pursed her lips and decided to leave here immediately.

He ran wildly, the more he ran, the more he felt the abnormality of his body, and his bones made the sound of being overwhelmed with his movements.

He could clearly feel that his nails were becoming brittle and his hair was withering.

He didn't know if he could run out. After all, he had lost the key and couldn't find a way out. Maybe he would never be able to get out again.

It seemed good to think so, he and Sweetheart died in the same place.

But... not reconciled, he hasn't figured out why Sweetheart died, and he hasn't personally destroyed the whole world to be buried with Sweetheart.

Thinking of this, the pace of running quickened a bit.

I don't know if it was luck from heaven, but he found the exit very quickly, and the icy cold wind from outside poured in, making Nightmare shiver uncontrollably.

Damn...my physique is rapidly deteriorating for some reason...

Nightmare couldn't run anymore, so he had to slow down and walk towards the exit panting. Sweat rushed out of his body, and the pores all over his body felt unbearably itchy. He scratched his hair and found that he easily grabbed a handful of it. , took a closer look, and saw that the hair that was usually carefully groomed was now like withered weeds. At the same time, he found that his eyesight was also getting worse.

Almost stumbling out, Mengmai looked around. It seemed that it was late at night, and it was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly.

A gust of cold wind poured into his lungs, and he was so excited that he coughed up a big mouthful of blood.

His eyes began to blur. He knelt down on one knee, feeling pain all over his body. He fell to the ground, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Sweetheart... my sweetheart..."

Before falling into a coma, Nightmare thought dizzily:

"You can't just die like this, the fireworks of destruction have not yet been lit."

A huge figure approached slowly, it bent down, its scarlet eyes stared at the fainted nightmare, and stretched out a pair of withered hands.

作者有话要说：2015-02-2522:48:25

Please rest assured that the outline of the full text has been sorted out. During the Chinese New Year, countless bugs that were luckily not written were picked out, well... This is the disadvantage of compiling an outline while writing. One moment brings you unresolved pain...

However, the bugs that can be found by themselves have been successfully resolved through the outline.Do not change the previous text, this is the principle.

In addition, the degree of Nightmare's fascination with the protagonist in this chapter is not abrupt, and there is still a paragraph that has not been written here, but it is left in the ending to explain.