[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

No one really trusts a betrayer.

The man who reached an agreement with her that day called himself Bei Mian, a strange name, but Jin Nu was just thinking about it secretly.

She knew better than anyone else that Bei Mian didn't kill her again because she was still useful.

Bei Mian would not trust her, the cooperative relationship between them was not even as weak as two wild beasts chasing prey together.

But Jinnv couldn't look back.

Her selfishness has always been tied to the man in white who had only met a few times.

In the days that followed, Jinnu kept telling herself: The gap between them was too great, so she had to do this.

When watching Lin Yuan shed dried blood again and again and was forced to be thrown out of the world, when she watched those soul fragments die due to her schemes, and when the warm blood soaked the soles of her shoes, Jin Nu could only do this. Telling myself over and over - she was right, she had to.

She did nothing wrong...she did nothing wrong...

But as more and more worlds went to, in the end, even such a heart that could feel guilty was gradually worn down to numbness.

When you're numb, you can't feel anything.

Her targets are not limited to soul shard incarnations.Anything that offends her or makes her unhappy, she will think of different ways to kill people.

She seemed to be the ghost girl from the beginning again, killing people like hemp without any scruples.

When returning to the Sifang Corridor, occasionally when their eyes met, she could sense the seeming contempt in Bei Mian's eyes.

She didn't care.

Rather, she doesn't care about anything other than Bei Mian's promise to let her become a servant of God and go to God's Realm to meet the God Lord.

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When there is no hope, it is not terrible to find that everything you have done has been in vain.

What's really scary is when you think you've got hope, only to find out it's just a lie.

Lin Yuan knew that he was about to collapse.

His body, mind, and soul were exhausted.

But he can't give up.

If even he gave up, in this vast universe, who else would come to save his Name-Giver?

When he was thrown out by the world again and returned to that snow-white space, Lin Yuan originally imagined standing up as before, while circulating the breath in his body to restore strength, while calculating and planning the next action in front of various planes.

But he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

In the middle of struggling to stand still, Lin Yuan fell heavily to the ground, his bones hit the ground, and there was a muffled sound, which was very painful.

Lin Yuan thought that he would feel wronged, helpless, and want to cry, but in fact, there was nothing in his heart at the moment.

All emotions, perceptions, and reactions had long been abandoned by him, and it was only at this moment that he realized that he might be about to die.

Nothing in this world is eternal, and neither is God.

It's just that God's lifespan is very long, and he has lived for too long. When death comes, he will only accept it calmly.

Lin Yuan is not a god, but the blood-red figure that gave him this body is an existence that surpasses gods.

——Fortunately so.

So even knowing that he is about to die, what else can he do.

Lin Yuan spread his hands, and two white gleams appeared on the middle fingertips of his hands.

The light became brighter and brighter, and gradually condensed from the size of sand grains at the beginning to the size of rice grains that can be easily seen by the naked eye.

Lin Yuan's complexion was already morbidly pale due to massive blood loss, but during the period when the light spot expanded and increased, his skin gradually took on a strange bluish-gray color.

With the passage of time, the two spots of light on the fingertips have grown to the size of a plum, while Lin Yuan's entire body is only left with a piece of skin as thin as a cicada's wing covering the skeleton riddled with holes.

The two hand bones, which were so fragile that they seemed to shatter at the touch, slowly lifted up, and the two balls of light collided and contacted under the guidance of the finger bones, separated and chased each other and rotated.

The skeleton on the ground has already started to tremble non-stop, as if it will completely disperse in the next second, and Lin Yuan's eyes that have turned into holes on his face are staring at the still non-rotating sphere in the air.

Faster, faster.

They got closer to each other little by little, turning faster and faster, and the gaps and holes on Linyuan's bones became bigger and bigger.

Finally, when the fragile bone finally made a crackling sound and gradually shattered, the two balls of light finally merged into one.

—But it was too late.

When the light spheres merged, a burst of intense red light exploded in the snow-white space. When the red light shone on the broken skeleton on the ground, the gray-white bones seemed to be swallowed by something, decomposing into invisible particles and being absorbed. do.

When the red light spread to Lin Yuan's eyes, he seemed to see in the red light, as if a ray of light blue light shuttled through the light.

Blue light flashed by.

Lin Yuan can't see anything, can't feel anything anymore.

In the snow-white dead space, there was only a round ball of light floating in the air.

Suddenly, someone in the void seemed to sigh softly. The voice was ethereal and empty, as if it was just an illusion.

A gust of wind blew across the surface of the ball of light, erasing the floating light above it, revealing a silver-white ball.

"It's smart."

The ethereal voice suddenly sounded, stirring memories in this empty space, making it even more mysterious and beautiful.

The air began to oscillate, flow, and spin, and finally formed a cyan whirlwind visible to the naked eye.

The wind wrapped the silver-white ball, and the wind spread around it was like the hem of a long blue dress dancing in the wind.

The dancing skirt was light and fluttering, seemingly soft, but in the next second, it tore a hole in the snow-white space.The wind drilled in through the crack, tearing off the outer shell abruptly like peeling off the skin of an old wall.

Covered under it is a huge sphere that has been swallowed by the red light, and countless planes extending from the sphere.

The whirlwind stayed there for a long time, and the people in the plane died again and again.

As if sensing something, the strong blue wind breath finally relaxed, and the silver-white ball that had been wrapped in it couldn't wait to fly towards the deepest plane.

When the ball touched the plane, it knocked the picture into ripples.

Under the ripples was a young man with black hair and wearing a long brown trench coat.The street lights were dim, and he was walking alone in the street late at night.

"Finally... help me once."

The cyan wind pulled in the air, weaving a cyan channel.One end melts into the picture with the ripples, while the other end forms a Mobius ring in the space.

The wind finally stopped, and the space returned to a dead silence.

Only this time, the inside is no longer hopelessly pure white.