The protagonist always wants to capture me

Countless twin flowers sway in the white mist, controlling life and death. Their distribution seems to be random, but in fact there is a hidden mystery.

I saw a crying and smiling face on the Twin Flowers that kept opening its mouth to swallow the white mist. The white mist was always calm, and the twin flowers gradually let go of their guts. The white mist became thinner and weaker visible to the naked eye, and they could see all the sects that were close. disciple.

Lin Rong held his chin, casually sprinkled the powder on the people around him, and said casually, "I didn't expect you to be very powerful."

"Bai Jinyu was dragged back." Mo Nianzheng pretended to be that innocent look again, and replied without taking credit, "Otherwise, you think he won't resist? It's just that his attention is all on Yuzheng now."

"Yeah." Lin Rong nodded, and then spread the medicinal powder on Mo Nianzheng's Dharma protector.

"Aren't you worried?" Mo Nianzheng raised his eyebrows, his hands kept moving, the twin flowers that had shed their cautious shells danced with their roots, and ruthlessly pounced on Bai Wu, biting hard. Bai Wu finally sensed the crisis and began to resist, but unfortunately, he had more than enough heart. Insufficient strength, after a few struggles, he was finally swallowed into the grimace, which shows Bai Jinyu's current situation.

"I firmly believe that he will be fine." Lin Rong said so, but his eyes rolled around, looking for Yu Zheng's figure.

The movements of Mo Nianzheng's hands paused slightly, and a few complexities flashed in his eyes, but the speed at which the twin flowers broke through the formation became faster and faster. After a quarter of an hour, the white mist that covered the ears and eyes and confused the mind disappeared, and there were many corpses lying around. There were disciples from various sects, those who survived stood or stood in a daze, and after a few breaths, they woke up and fought angrily with the disciples of the Bai family.

I don't know what to see, Lin Rong suddenly got up, with a dignified expression, holding it in his hand, three golden arrows were shot out suddenly, one pierced the chest of the disciple of the Bai family who was about to attack Su Ling, and the other two were aimed at Bai Jinyu's vitals, what a pity The opponent dodges and brushes aside.

Bai Jinyu was helping Bai Haoyan to fight against Yuzheng. He looked up, his face was still warm but he couldn't feel any warmth.Yuzheng noticed something and tilted his head to look at his eyebrows slightly furrowed, but he breathed a sigh of relief, his footsteps changed, and the ink color gushed out like a spring, occupying the entire space, not inferior to the previous white mist.

Butterflies flew out of the darkness, dancing lightly, and the twin flowers withered where they passed, unable to fight back.At the moment when ink envelops the world, Lin Rong pursed his lips slightly, and raised his hand to grab Mo Nianzheng's sleeve, this person is still useful.

Mo Nianzheng stared at the butterfly, his eyes were in a daze and he didn't know what he saw. He opened his mouth and closed it again.The butterfly landed on Mo Nianzheng's raised fingertips with a scarlet light, and the wings were slightly closed, trembling slightly.

Lin Rong let go of his hand for a long time, and he heard Mo Nianzheng yell two words, his voice was very low and inaudible, but it was rare to have a strange emotion, but this emotion disgusted him, so that he let go of his hand.

If he hadn't caught Mo Nianzheng ahead of time, he probably would have been swallowed by butterflies long ago, but he didn't have the intention of helping others to the end, letting Mo Nianzheng escape the kill was already his bottom line.

Thinking about it, Lin Rong glanced at Mo Nianzheng, who was still in an illusion, and walked swiftly.

The illusion constructed by Yuzheng makes people dream more completely and tightly than Bai Jinyu. Every dreamer is divided into different spaces, and the only thing they can see is darkness except butterflies. As for what they saw on the butterflies, no one knows. know.

Lin Rong has an almost obsessive love for the darkness. He caught a butterfly, looked at the beautiful posture and the bewitching red, and said softly, "Take me to Yu Zheng." Every butterfly is Yu Zheng's eyes.

The butterfly's wings moved slightly but did not fly up, and the enchanting red was the only bright light in the darkness.

Lin Rong was puzzled. He seemed to feel the butterfly glanced at him and closed its wings completely. At this moment when he was defenseless, a force entered his mind and penetrated into the depths of his memory.

In the completely dark room, the boy folded his knees and looked forward blankly, as if after a century, the door of the room opened suddenly, and a man with a wine bottle staggered in, cursing indistinctly, When he saw the boy, his eyes were dazed for a moment, and the next second the wine bottle hit the wall beside the boy's face, and the man lifted his foot and kicked the boy, who had never moved, to the ground. Sharp shards of glass pierced into the skin, and the boy was crooked. Lower your head, get up slowly, and return to the original position.

As if irritated by the boy's actions, the man stepped forward and kicked hard again. Although his brain was confused by alcohol, he kicked his feet very well. The bruises left behind faded easily, but it was painful.

The beating was so severe that the boy fell to the ground and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and could no longer get up.The man nodded in satisfaction, grabbing the boy's hair with unfulfilled desire, gave him two slaps, and then let go.

The room fell into darkness again. The boy lay on the ground for a long time and struggled to get up and sit back to his original position. His eyes were still dull, but his fingers pinched a fragment of a beer bottle at a dead corner, and slowly hid it in his sleeve. After a while He put the fragments back in place, and remained silent for a few minutes. He spread his palms lightly, obviously he couldn't see anything, but he accurately picked out the glass shards, his expression numb.

When a large piece of broken glass was pulled out from his palm, he flinched a bit, his expression finally changed, he hid in the corner of the wall in fear to protect himself, hid his injured hand behind his back, and covered his shoulder with the other hand.His eyes became numb again, turning unconsciously.

In the center above the boy, an infrared camera crouches like a resting lion.On the opposite side of the camera, a drunk man took another bottle and poured alcohol into his mouth. He looked at the boy shivering in a corner with satisfaction, and then he felt sorry for the cost and turned off the camera. Dare to dig out any movement.

The moment the camera's red light dimmed, the boy's sight became focused. He raised his head and tilted it, maintaining his posture.After a few seconds, the camera turned on again, and the man saw that the person in the corner was still, so he finally left in peace.

Turning off the camera again did not affect the boy much. He moved his fingertips and gently tapped the wall to create a small hole covered by soil, then he picked up the debris he had put down earlier and returned to the corner, using the The sharp corners of the fragments scratched the small holes, and the lips moved slightly as if they were counting.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy's counting mouth closed, and he slightly rubbed the fragments with his fingertips to wipe off the soil on them. The fragments he picked were very good, and they were not broken after such a long time of digging.After restoring the fragments to their original state, he walked back to the pile of fragments. Although there was darkness in front of him, he put the fragments back to their original positions without any mistakes. He didn't know how many times he practiced before he succeeded.

With everything back in place, the boy returned to the corner, put back his previous posture, closed his eyes slightly tiredly and leaned against the wall, and the wall he dug up had already been filled with soil to restore it to its original state.

I don't know how long it took, the boy suddenly opened his eyes clearly, his expression was numb, and the camera was turned on after a few seconds, and he began to count again in a place where the camera couldn't see, slowly and steadily but also with terrifying precision.

When the count reached 870 six, the voice of a man teaching martial arts to children from all sides came, indistinct.The boy pricked up his ears, his expression remained the same, and he listened attentively. Often he could barely hear two or three sentences out of ten, and the counting he stopped began again.

At the same time, a vague figure appeared beside the boy, and the man and woman could not be seen clearly. This figure could not be captured by the camera, but could be seen by the boy. It is not known whether the boy had schizophrenia or there were really ghosts and monsters.

The figure didn't make any movement, just quietly accompanied the boy, listening to the silent counting.

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...

Lin Rong's fingertips were still resting on the beautiful butterfly. His eyes were lifeless as if a soul was struggling in it. Behind him, separated by a wall of nothingness, there was a person who was fighting against several butterflies with a formation plate in his hand. , Countless vines grew out of the ink and waited for the opportunity to move.

As if desperate, the man bit the tip of his tongue and spewed a mouthful of blood, and the formation suddenly burst into golden light. Wherever the light went, the butterflies receded and the vines disappeared. It was rare to leave a bright white space, but it only took a few breaths, but Enough for him to break through the wall of nothingness and enter the place where Lin Rong is.

Bai Jinyu looked at the male and female boy who was one meter away, his palms flickered, and at the same time, the butterfly also moved and burst into golden light, which was fleeting.

He never wanted to touch Lin Rong, this person has always been weak in his eyes, so weak that he is not even as good as an ant, and he is not even qualified to be killed by him, but who made this person Yu Zheng's weakness?

The Bai family has already feuded with Yu Zheng, and as the next head of the family, he is obliged to remove all obstacles.As long as the person in front of him is disposed of and his soul is absorbed into the array, Yu Zheng will no longer be a threat, but can also become a puppet of the Bai family.

Thinking about it, Bai Jinyu showed an extremely gentle smile. He walked towards Lin Rong steadily, stared at those eyes that were still struggling, and said softly: "The ancestor said that I am Buddha merciful, and I will not let you suffer too much."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, pressed it on the top of Lin Rong's head, and performed the secret art of drawing the soul.Feeling that pure and flawless soul trembling, vibrating, and gradually leaving his body, he smiled softer.

The wall of nothingness behind him was vibrating. Countless butterflies hit the wall one after another. The disk in Bai Jinyu's hand moved slightly, and a small gap opened from the edge.

"Don't worry." Bai Jinyu said calmly, before the formation disk shattered, he could draw out his soul.In fact, before the implementation of the plan, he did not expect that Yuzheng's formation technique was so powerful that it could make Lin Rong, who had not lost his mind under his illusion, step into a dream, but what's the use of being powerful, it was not for his use.

As for why Lin Rong wasn't confused by his illusion, that's not important.

The bright white ball of light broke away from two-thirds of his body, and Bai Jinyu became more confident. He looked at the densely packed butterflies, as if he was sure of winning. At this moment, a bigger gap suddenly opened in the formation disk, which almost shattered. He was surprised , There was a clicking sound from beside him, and then the soul in his hand suddenly returned to his body, and one hand grabbed his wrist.

"What... what are you doing?" A slightly hoarse voice came, and he turned his head to look. Lin Rong woke up at some point, and was gently grinding the butterfly he had invaded between his fingers.

Butterfly struggled violently, but his fingertips just couldn't end its life, as if wanting it to live would be worse than death.

"Why do people always remind me..." Lin Rong's voice returned to normal, he let out a long sigh, his expression was numb, and his eyes were like pools of stagnant water.In an instant, Bai Jinyu found himself unable to move, his hands and feet seemed to be imprisoned. He opened his eyes wide and rolled his eyes to see densely packed butterflies covering his hands and feet. The white bones on the wings exude a rotten breath.

"I don't want to expose those things in this world..." Lin Rong's hand gently held Bai Jinyu's neck. He obviously had no strength to fight with a child, but Bai Jinyu trembled. There is no fear, because he knows that he can escape, but in front of this person, in front of this person who is not threatening, he has the fear of being in control of life and death.

"Sorry, there is no need for you to exist anymore. I used 19 seconds when he died. You are better than him. I will give you 20 seconds." Lin Rong's eyes were dim, and his every word was like blood. , buried a heavy history, during the words, he tightened his hands and began to count gently, just like the boy in the corner back then: "one, two, three..."

The feeling of suffocation was painful and desperate. Bai Jinyu opened his eyes wide. He vaguely saw a few strands of resentment wrapped around Lin Rong's body. This is what every monk who dyes his hands and donates blood has. It's just that Lin Rong's is relatively rare, less than ten, but One of them is not used for other grays, but red, so red that it turns black.

"You, you..." Bai Jinyu uttered a few words from the back of his throat.

"Twenty." Lin Rong smiled softly. He watched Bai Jinyu as if he was playing with a beloved toy. With a click, his neck was completely shattered, and the toy died. He was a little sorry, this toy only has a shelf life of 20 seconds.

Lin Rong threw away the person in his hands and ended that poor butterfly at the same time.The white handkerchief gently wiped his fingertips, his voice was cold and emotionless, and he warned: "You better be quiet, no matter who you are, you are worthless, I will solve you."

After finishing speaking, the soul hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently. He never thought that this young man who seemed not worthy to lift the shoes of Yu Zheng would have such a side.