After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

"How...how is it possible...?"

Lin Chushu was dizzy and couldn't understand what Zhou Changming meant.

Whether it was Yang Qiao or Qin Cangyan, they all died in front of him.

Even though there is a theory of reincarnation in the world, it is almost impossible to realize it in such a short period of time.

So, who is always by your side?

Lin Chushu was thinking hard, his headache was about to split, and the suffering and pain made him instinctively hug Zhou Changming's waist, seeking some comfort.

...is really a child.

Zhou Changming sighed and hugged him tighter.

Once negative emotions such as grief overwhelm Lin Chushu's will, his soul will be completely swallowed by dreams.

Conversely, if the emotions can be channeled smoothly, it is not difficult to resolve the mind control technique.

"If it's really hard, just cry,"

He patted Lin Chushu on the back, "It's always a person who keeps silent in his heart, and it's also hurting himself. If those who care about you and love you know, they will be very distressed."

Do you keep it in your heart...

Lin Chushu blinked, his vision gradually becoming hazy.

He was not born invulnerable to all poisons, but he had suffered the world's indifference and hatred, and did not dare to show weakness to others.

What's more, those who are willing to accompany him and love him have already left one by one.

Even if there are all kinds of pain and grievances in his heart, who can he tell?

Tears welled up, and his eyes were wet for a while, and he couldn't help but buried his head in Zhou Changming's shoulder, and sobbed softly.

Warm tears wet Zhou Changming's clothes, he lowered his eyes lightly, soft breathing caressed Lin Chushu's ears:

"It's okay, I'm here."

The field of vision was originally an empty darkness, but as Lin Chushu vented freely, gradually cracks spread, revealing faint skylight.

This nightmare is about to end.

Zhou Changming pursed his lips, and hugged the boy in his arms even tighter.

Since he can't reveal his identity outside of the dream, at least in this dream that is about to dissipate, he hopes to reduce the pain and damage caused by his death.

The dream gradually disintegrated, and the memories sealed by the spell gradually returned.

Behind Zhou Changming's invisible back, the boy's eyes, which were washed clear by tears, showed a dazed look.

A lot of strange images popped up in his mind instantly. He saw himself wearing a long sword in snow and stepping up to a high position, and also saw himself dreaming back in the middle of the night, struggling in the abyss of nightmare and unable to get out.

And in the end, he stopped in front of a pair of bright and affectionate peach blossoms.

……

The feeling of escaping from the dream was very uncomfortable. His consciousness was broken and put back together like waves crashing on the shore. When Zhou Changming woke up, he only felt a splitting headache.

He stood up with difficulty and found that the surrounding sky had dimmed.

The disciples of the Mo Xing Division were still lying in a mess nearby, but their expressions seemed to be no longer in pain.

The eyes of the magic sound mind-stimulating technique are already on Lin Chushu. Once his dream is broken, it is only a matter of time before others break free.

By the way...how is he doing?

Thinking of Lin Chushu, Zhou Changming felt pain in his heart, and hurriedly looked for the familiar figure in white in his field of vision.

Under a dead tree not far away, Lin Chushu still closed his eyes and fell asleep.

His complexion was too pale, and there were mottled blood stains on the corners of his mouth and the skirt of his clothes. Zhou Changming tried the temperature of his forehead, and it was no surprise that his hands were hot.

Why hasn't he woke up from the dream?

No matter whether he called his name or shook his shoulders, the other party didn't respond. Zhou Changming was a little flustered, and suddenly remembered that Lin Chushu almost committed suicide in the dream, so he hurriedly tore off his collar to check.

It can't be that the behavior in the dream is also projected into reality, causing him to be injured?

The more Zhou Changming thought about it, the more frightened he became, so he didn't care about the severity of his attack. With a snort, he tore Lin Chushu's coat from neck to waist, revealing a large area of ​​fair and clean skin.

There was no trace on the model-like muscular and well-defined chest, only a scar the size of a copper coin bulged on the heart.

While heaving a sigh of relief, out of curiosity, he couldn't help poking the small wound with his finger.

It is said that at the state of Lin Chushu, all non-fatal injuries can heal quickly, and as for the vitals of the heart, such a scar should not be left.

Unless it was his own intention to keep it... What's more, the touch of this skin is a bit weird, as if there is something hard wrapped under a layer of skin.

Zhou Changming couldn't figure it out.

But the most urgent task is obviously to try to cool down Lin Chushu first, otherwise, if he continues to let it go like this, even if he wakes up, his skin will peel off.

He hastily pulled up the front of his shirt, recalled that there seemed to be a stream not far from the road, and immediately followed his impression to find it.

And not long after his figure disappeared into the bushes, Lin Chushu snorted and woke up slowly.

His body seemed to be encased in magma, but the depths of his bone marrow were filled with chills. His throat was sweet, and he couldn't help choking out a mouthful of blood.

The vacancy of Tianshu Lingwu undoubtedly brought him huge troubles, not only allowing the magic voice to sneak in, but also messing up his memory.

That dream was a painful memory that he didn't want to experience again in this life.

Lin Chushu pressed his temples, frowning tightly. He could feel that there seemed to be some memories in his mind that didn't exist.

The extra person had a familiar face, and it was indeed Zhou Changming.

It's just that he has no spiritual power, how did he break into his dream?

Looking around, he found that everyone else was nearby, except Zhou Changming.

Lin Chushu's heart sank heavily.

Zhou Changming's cultivation base is low, so it is impossible for him to wake up earlier than other disciples, unless he has not been recruited at all.

The demon lord Wu Xiao came here for revenge, and he would never easily let anyone in Mo Xingsi go. The only explanation is that Zhou Changming had colluded with him long ago and took the opportunity to enter his dream.

But what is his purpose in doing this?

There are turbulent emotions in the chest, sourness, pain, unwillingness, and reluctance.Lin Chushu closed his eyes and was trying to adjust his state when a call came from above his head:

"Hey, are you awake?"

Zhou Changming walked over with his wet coat in his hands, and when he saw Lin Chushu awake, his brows and eyes were filled with surprise, "How does it feel..."

However, before the word "like" could be uttered, a strong force locked his neck firmly.

His body lost his balance, his vision blurred, he landed heavily on his back, and fell on his back.

Lin Chushu half-kneeled by his waist, strangled his neck with one hand, his face was frosty and white, and his hair was scattered, like a cold evil spirit.

Being restrained without warning, Zhou Changming was in a daze besides the pain.

"What's wrong with you? Was it stimulated by something?"

He struggled to protect the wet clothes in his arms, and reluctantly softened his tone, "It's all right now, those strange beasts are just dreams, take it easy."

This answer just confirmed Lin Chushu's guess.

His brows and eyes were cold, and Zhou Changming's breath was almost frozen by the invisible murderous aura: "You really haven't been hit by the trick."

"Listen to my explanation first..." Zhou Changming hissed in pain.

It is definitely impossible to directly explain the existence of system commands to him, but since he did enter his dream, it is reasonable for him to misunderstand.

Lin Chushu turned a deaf ear to this, and as the strength in his hands gradually increased, the delicate skin under his fingers quickly turned bright red.

Zhou Changming had a painful expression on his face, and he gasped for breath.

"You... you believe me, cough, cough, I just... just touched the magic heart stone by mistake, and then... accidentally fell into your dream."

Oxygen was squeezed out bit by bit, every breath was tingling, he trembled all over, and physiological tears spilled from the tip of his eyes.

"...I don't want to harm you, I...I want to protect you..."

Although the last words were so weak that they could hardly be heard, Lin Chushu's pupils shrank suddenly.

protect him?

Such a frail mirage actually vowed to protect him?

The memory suddenly rewinds uncontrollably. In the past hundred years, every figure engraved deep in the bone marrow seems to have said this sentence to him.

I will protect you.

And they did.

The long-lasting wound suddenly ached, waking Lin Chushu from his rage.

Why does this person in front of me always arouse my memories, why is he clearly not the slightest bit similar to them, yet he is so familiar with every gesture?

He loosened his fingers and let go of Zhou Changming's neck.

Calm down and think at this moment, if Zhou Changming really has a connection with Wu Xiao, it is impossible for him to be unaware based on his insight.

What's more, when the spirit test was first performed, the magic heart stone had a strange echo with Zhou Changming's power, and it was indeed reasonable for him to use the former to enter his dream.

"Cough...cough cough cough!"

Zhou Changming coughed uncontrollably, and blood splattered on the ground.

Right now, he couldn't adjust the pain level, so he could only endure the pinch firmly.

The entire neck was in hot pain, even breathing became intermittent, and the moment all the tenderness was torn to pieces, there was a cracking pain in the chest.

"If something happens again, I will not let you go."

After saying something coldly, Lin Chushu stopped looking at him, stood up and walked towards the others.

The feeling of weakness kept coming, Zhou Changming held his chest, watching him wake up the sleeping disciples one by one, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

It was indeed impulsive to fall into the dream rashly. Lin Chushu suspected that there was nothing wrong with him, but why did he let him off so easily?

He suddenly recalled Lin Chushu in his dream.

Completely different from the calm and calm impression in the past, the death of the senior brother was like a kindling, igniting the hidden fuse, detonating the lava under the vast ice field, and releasing the destructive flames.

Is such a fiery emotion really just a fellowship?

Zhou Changming smiled wryly, his love for senior brother was true, but at that moment just now, his killing intent for himself was also true.

Love desires life, evil desires death, such intense emotional entanglement burns oneself and stings others.

Or, did I... never really understand him?

As if some kind of truth flashed in his mind, Zhou Changming tried to grasp it, but his heart suddenly ached, and blood snaked down the corner of his mouth like a snake.

His eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.

The author has something to say: what will be inside the scar on Shushu's heart?Everyone can guess~

I feel sorry for Xiao Changming, I was originally kind, but the operation is too much like a villain, so I will be misunderstood by Shushu.

Don't look at this chapter for a little misunderstanding, warning ahead, the next chapter is sweet! ! !

Do you want to see Xiao Changming being hugged and held high? Do you want to see his vest getting thinner and thinner? Let me see your claws, okay~