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

The cold and delicate touch from the back of the neck, and the extremely familiar ebony aroma made Zhou Changming's heart beat wildly instantly.

Is... is it him? !

But how did he get in?

Different from the previous indifferent but gentle attitude, the hand resting on the throat is like Hell Yama.

Whenever Zhou Changming provoked him even the slightest bit, Sen Han's murderous aura would immediately kill him.

"Give me an explanation."

Lin Chushu said.

Zhou Changming felt cold all over.

He didn't know how to explain the current situation at all.

If he accidentally reveals the truth that this world is just a game, not only will he lose his horse, but even Lin Chushu's understanding of the world will completely collapse.

In that case, the consequences would be disastrous.

"You...you let me go first!"

He decided that the villain would sue first:

"No matter what you say here, it's still my domain. The Immortal Venerable came here uninvited and restrained me like this. Shouldn't he explain it to me?"

Lin Chushu didn't answer him, and Xiujie's fingertips stretched out a clear silver chain, which was tied around his neck instead of fingers.

Then he came to Zhou Changming and spread his palms:

"Why did this six-path Hualian appear in the forbidden area?"

Lying in his hand is a purple lotus with six petals, the stamens are swaying gently, and the posture is graceful.

Alarm bells rang out in Zhou Changming's heart.

After entering the home system, the player will leave a token in place, and the corresponding to Taoyuanju is the lotus in front of him.

In the past, I didn't care much about these details, maybe I was bumped into by Lin Chushu once...

But what does the Six Paths Hualian in his mouth mean?

"What, what Hualian, I don't know."

He turned his face sideways as he said, but was firmly bound by the chains, and had to meet Lin Chushu's eyes.

"Liu Dao Hua Lian is a magic weapon for immortal storage. Its space depends on the strength of the user's spiritual power. It can not only store dead things, but also living people can survive in it."

Intense blood came from Lin Chushu's eyes: "This thing is a relic of my adoptive father. It has been lost for a hundred years. Why is it in your hands?"

"I……"

Zhou Changming blushed so anxiously that he was interrupted by Lin Chushu before he could even defend himself.

"Possess a six-petal flower lotus, trespass into the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, and can echo with the magic heart stone. Any one of them is enough to put you in the prison of Chaoyin Pavilion."

His tone was cold to the bone, "The matter has come to this, why are you still unwilling to tell the truth?"

This aggressive look frightened Zhou Changming.

He retreated weakly, and leaned against the wooden table behind him to barely stand still.

He really couldn't figure out what the relationship between the home system equipped with the system and the so-called magic weapon was.

Could it be a cover-up designed for npc?

"I really don't know the origin of this magic weapon... Maybe it was accidentally auctioned off when the ghost market collected treasures? There is also the forbidden area in the back mountain. I am new here, and I have no idea where I walked in the middle of the night. It's not trespassing. As for the magic heart stone... I remember, at the beginning, it was the immortal who tested my spirit personally and proved my innocence."

The situation was critical, so he quickly calmed down and responded to Lin Chushu's questioning one by one.

But I didn't expect that the other party didn't buy it, but took out a piece of clothes:

"Since I passed by by chance, why did you open the ice coffin?"

On the black cloth, the gold-painted cloud patterns fit perfectly with the opening of his sleeves.

There is so much ironclad evidence in front of him that Zhou Changming can't deny it at all.

He can only admit:

"It's because... because the shape of this cave is somewhat similar to the inner demon of the Immortal Venerable, so I couldn't resist to find out. I definitely don't mean to offend."

When Lin Chushu heard the word "heart demon", Lin Chushu's expression turned cold.

If Zhou Changming had ever seen the true appearance of the heart demon, he must have entered the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

However, there is a huge gap between the two in terms of cultivation. The only possibility is that I feel close to his spiritual power and have no resistance.

And the only person in this world who can be recognized by his spiritual power and freely enter and exit his sea of ​​consciousness and spiritual domain is the sword spirit who has blew his sword heart and destroyed his soul.

The long silent scar was uncovered, and the extreme pain made him almost unable to stand.

Lin Chushu stared at Zhou Changming without blinking for a moment, and suddenly flicked his wrist, calling out a golden long sword.

At the same time, the chains wrapped around the latter's neck were also loosened.

"This sword, Jianming Shuangyun."

Zhou Changming found that he couldn't take his eyes off the long sword in his hand at all.

Compared with the memory, although its appearance has not changed much, the abundant spiritual power attached to the heart of the sword no longer exists.

For countless days and nights in the past, this sword had been his habitat.

The intimacy and fit that went deep into the bone marrow brought tears to his eyelashes almost instantly.

The ancient sword of Shuangyun was raised in the sea of ​​consciousness by Lin Chushu for many years.

Although he lost his spirituality, the cracks caused by the burst of Jianxin have basically recovered.

Now, apart from looking dim, the whole sword is still sharp.

The dense inscription patterns on the sword add a bit of simplicity and mystery, and there is a faint sound of dragons and tigers when it is swung.

Lin Chushu saw his emotional changes, his face darkened, and suddenly he swung his sword towards the side of his neck.

If everything is as he guessed, it is impossible for Gu Jian to touch Zhou Changming.

Even if that wasn't the case, he would never have hurt the man's life.

The strong wind howled, and the sharp blade was only a few feet away from the skin.

Shuangyun's ancient sword suddenly hummed slightly, and a surge of spiritual power surged between the two.

Lin Chushu felt that the sword in his hand seemed to have cut through an iron wall, and his wrist was numb for a while, but he couldn't hold the hilt of the sword.

The ancient sword broke free from Lin Chushu's palm, hovered and landed in front of Zhou Changming, his fingers were slowly stroked on the sword by his spiritual power.

The smooth texture comes from the fingertips, as if they were born with an incomparable fit.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and in the light and shadow reflected by the blade, he saw his tearful face.

In addition to the joy of reuniting after a long absence, there are many unspeakable emotions coming from the ancient sword.

It has been immersed in Lin Chu's sea of ​​knowledge for decades, and it has already been filled with the pain and despair of the demons.

At this moment, Zhou Changming and Zhou Changming have the same mind, and immediately passed this feeling to the past.

In an instant, countless dark pictures flashed in front of Zhou Changming.

He watched helplessly how the man was tortured to the point of despair by the heart-piercing pain.

And how he struggled to condense the scattered mental power, and tried his best to break free from the imprisonment of the demons.

Year after year, month after month.

Zhou Changming closed his eyes and covered his ears, but he couldn't block the intense pain.

Unable to support himself, he fell to his knees, trembling and whimpering.

Standing in front of him, Lin Chushu frowned, as if he couldn't bear to see him suffer so much.

He firmly grasped the turbulent Shuangyun ancient sword with his backhand.

The icy spiritual flow cut off the connection between Gu Jian and Zhou Changming almost arbitrarily.

Lin Chushu forced it to merge into the sea of ​​consciousness, and then Lingxi pointed at his forehead.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhou Changming's memory recall that almost collapsed suddenly stopped.

He panted heavily like a dying fish, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Lin Chushu helped him sit up on his back, only to realize that cold sweat had already soaked his clothes.

The two were relatively silent for a while.

"Shuangyun Ancient Sword recognized you, right?"

After a long silence, Lin Chushu finally spoke softly.

His tone was completely different from before, as if he was standing at the junction of memory and reality.

If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss, be too careful.

Zhou Changming's face turned pale and his lips trembled.

It was clear that the answer was on his lips, but he couldn't speak at all.

What should I say at this moment to reasonably explain all this?

If Lin Chushu refused to admit it, with Lin Chushu's coffin hiding his body in the ice coffin, he might be able to swallow himself alive.

Even if he recognized his identity, he couldn't make it clear to Lin Chushu that they were in a game.

What's more, the unknown system punishment made him terribly afraid.

The violent emotional conflict just now almost drained all his strength.

His thinking was so chaotic that he couldn't function, he leaned against Lin Chushu almost collapsed, unable to say a word for a long time.

But the other party didn't want to wait any longer, and directly grabbed his two wrists and clamped him firmly:

"You are still the same, your thoughts are all written on your face."

The scorching lava melted the ice, and Lin Chushu stared at him intently, his trembling eyelashes were like two butterflies with broken wings:

"What should I call you now, adoptive father? Senior Brother? Sword Spirit? Or..."

The last three words were so light that they could hardly be heard, but they were as shocking as a thunderbolt.

Zhou Changming's cheeks turned red in an instant, and a force from nowhere pushed him away:

"Lin Chushu, why are you crazy!"

Yes, he admitted that he did have a different affection for Lin Chushu.

Perhaps it was due to being too involved in the role, or perhaps it was the intentional or unintentional intimacy again and again, that person was by no means a simple npc in his eyes.

But this does not mean that he will let himself indulge in false emotions, be irresponsible, and ignore reality.

What's more, Lin Chushu's obsession with each of his identities has completely exceeded his acceptable level.

"So what if I was dedicated to your furnace in the first place? Could this also be your reason to humiliate me at will?"

The more frightened he was, the angrier his words became:

"You have cultivated well. If you want to accuse me of something, of course there are various ways. I don't know what foster father or sword spirit is. If you miss them, just pay homage to them. Why do you have to involve me?"

"I was born as a mirage, how could it be someone else at the same time?"

While backing away, he quietly rummaged through the kit bag for magic weapons for self-defense.

It is undoubtedly dangerous to provoke Lin Chushu now, but he is haunted by demons and obsessions, and he is likely to go crazy when his mood is agitated.

In this way, he gave himself a chance to escape.

Lin Chushu maintained a half-kneeling posture, silent without saying a word.

The pale face became more and more bleak, and the blush in the eyes was like a blood moon, which was treacherously charming.

He suddenly stood up and approached Zhou Changming step by step.

"Don't forget, there is still a spiritual contract between you and me."

Zhou Changming staggered and slammed into the wall:

"Hiss... how to torment me is the next thing, if it affects your old wound..."

"That's what I meant."

Before he finished speaking, a flame-shaped dark red mark appeared between Lin Chushu's brows.

At the same time, Zhou Changming also felt a heat on his forehead.

Under its pull, the blood in the whole body is agitated.

It was hard for him to describe that weird feeling, as if ants had penetrated all over the body, constantly gnawing at the meridians.

The extreme itching quickly made him limp on the ground.

"This, this is..."

"There is a huge difference in cultivation between you and me. After concluding the spiritual contract, you can only survive by taking my blood for a short period of time."

Lin Chushu looked down at him condescendingly:

"Although the blood is out of the body, I can still control it."

After finishing speaking, he curled up his five fingers and retracted them to his chest.

In an instant, a sharp pain rushed to Zhou Changming's heart.

It seemed that an invisible giant palm slapped his chest viciously, breaking even the bones.

"Baihui, Zhangmen, Zhishi, Sanyin."

Every time Lin Chushu uttered a word, there would be intense pain in the corresponding part of his body.

This pain is caused by the retrograde flow of blood in the body, and there is no way to resist it.

He was writhing in pain, layer after layer of cold sweat broke out.

Her long hair was messy and pasted on her pale face, and her lips were stained with blood from being bitten in pain.

Even so, he kept his head down and refused to make a sound.

His right hand was also clenched tightly, and he would not let go of anything.

"You still refuse to admit it?"

Seeing him tossing and turning in pain, Lin Chushu's eyes became redder, and he suddenly approached Zhou Changming, grabbed his collar, and forced him to look at him.

The blood rushing left and right in the body finally stopped, Zhou Changming felt that the bones of his whole body were almost falling apart, and his eyes turned black.

But he knew that this moment was his only chance to escape, so he quickly raised his hand and stabbed Lin Chushu in the chest without even taking a breath:

"Damn it hurts! Lin Chushu, you bastard, die to me!"

Holding a deep purple crescent-shaped dagger between his slender fingers, he spotted the right moment for Lin Chushu to show his flaws, and stabbed deeply into the defenseless right chest of the man.

This is the spirit weapon he looted from the arsenal of divine weapons when he was a sword spirit, and it contains powerful narcotic toxins.

No matter what cultivation level a person is, as long as he is stabbed, he can faint for at least half an hour.

At this point, he still couldn't bear to hurt Lin Chushu's life.

Even if he was terribly angry at his various crazy criticisms, he could only swear a few words.

The purple-black air flow spread with the smooth chest, Lin Chushu's eyes were fixed, his body swayed, and he fell down abruptly.

Zhou Changming hastily pulled away the hand that was holding his collar, stood up unsteadily while leaning on the corner of the wall, and rushed out the door.

Behind the hut is a peach blossom forest, and he uses the bushes to hide his figure.

Then bring up the system interface, click to exit the home system.

Even if he has to face the pursuit of the entire Mo Xingsi after he goes out, he doesn't want to stay in the same space with that person anymore!

But the accident happened at this moment.

The normally sensitive system buttons suddenly stopped responding.

He poked it several times without giving up, but not only did he get no response, but even the originally clear font trembled crazily.

After repeated horizontal jumps several times, it turned into garbled characters.

The system interface in front of him also quickly dissipated, no matter what he did, there was no response.

Zhou Changming was completely stunned.

Ever since Shenyu No. 3 disappeared for no reason, he realized that something was wrong with the system.

But no matter what, he didn't dare to imagine that one day, he would no longer be able to use the basic functions.

So what should he do?

Can I escape to death smoothly and return to the real world?

He looked around blankly, and in despair, a flash of clarity suddenly flashed in his mind:

Inside Taoyuan Residence, there seems to be a backup exit, which is specially used when the system is stuck.

Maybe... maybe there's hope out there!

The meridians hit by Lin Chushu's blood were still twitching.

He was out of breath, with the soles of his feet floating, and followed the vague impression in his memory, shuttling through the peach blossom forest.

Zhou Changming rubbed his sore eyes, he vaguely remembered that the exit was a light blue circular light door.

As long as you enter, you can leave Taoyuanju.

You must leave before Lin Chushu wakes up...

He struggled to brush off the branches and leaves in front of his eyes, and ran towards the center of the forest with one deep kick and one shallow kick.

In his hazy vision, he faintly saw a light in the distance.

Immediately overjoyed, he ran to the light source desperately.

However, I don't know if it was an illusion caused by extreme weakness, but the distance between the light and him suddenly became farther and closer.

Whenever he is about to arrive, he suddenly becomes far away.

This is the only hope at present, Zhou Changming refuses to give up no matter what.

But soon his physical strength reached the limit, and his blunt left leg caught his right foot, causing him to lose his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

no, not here...

His body was as heavy as lead, and he couldn't get up at all. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and suddenly bumped into something.

It was smooth and soft to the touch, and he raised his head in a daze, only to realize that what he was grabbing was nothing but Lin Chushu's ankle.

"You, what are you...!"

Zhou Changming let go of his hand abruptly, with a horrified expression as if he had seen a ghost.

He stepped back subconsciously, but felt that the ground under his hands had hardened, completely different from the wet grass before.

Every building in Taoyuan Residence is arranged by him with materials collected by himself, how could it be possible to change out of thin air?

And then, not only did the ground change its shape, but the surrounding scenery also receded like a tide.

The surrounding light was swallowed by the darkness, and the only source of light in his field of vision was the fairy in white who he regarded as a scourge.

"Your control over the six-petal Hualian is limited, and where you and I are now is beyond your control."

In other words, what Zhou Changming saw just now was just an illusion created by his spiritual power.

For that person, except for the three huts and a peach grove, the vast area inside this magic weapon is a bottomless darkness.

Lin Chushu hooked his fingers lightly.

Tentacles stretched out from the chaos, wrapping tightly around Zhou Changming's limbs.

"Zhou Changming," his front was stained with blood, the contrast between snow white and deep red was extremely sharp,

"I used to think that I was not wishful thinking."

He leaned down, stroked Zhou Changming's forehead with his cold fingers, and then slowly moved down to close his trembling eyes:

"But even if I've been looking for you for 200 years, even if the six-petal Hualian and Shuangyun ancient sword recognize you, you still refuse to respond."

"Since you can't wait to sever everything in the past, then the protection with your body before the catastrophe, and the daily encounters between you and me, are all just a play on the spot, aren't they?"

Every word hurts my heart.

With his current cultivation base, it is impossible for him to be injured by a mere dagger.

It was just out of some inexplicable certainty, and then he was bloodied by the reality.

Like a fantasy dream, it becomes more and more mellow and beautiful in the memory.

When I thought I had caught that fleeting shadow, I found it was a poisoned thorn.

Those demons who entangled day and night, the pain of tossing and turning, just became a joke.

His eyes moved from Zhou Changming's frosty cheeks to the bright red mole behind his ear.

A burst of hatred surged in his heart, and he couldn't help pinching it hard, and blocked the man's lips fiercely.

Lin Chushu's kiss was filled with desperate hatred and blood.

The eyes were dark, Zhou Changming was trembling all over, and tears rolled down.

It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I dare not.

He has a feeling in his heart that one end of the balance is close relatives and life, and the other end is Lin Chushu.

Every time we get together and separate, we continue to increase the weight on that side.

The delicate balance is about to be broken, and the step he is about to take may be an abyss beyond redemption.

Between the lips and teeth is the familiar ebony aroma, cold and bitter, nostalgic and decisive.

Memories about the past suddenly flooded into my mind uncontrollably.

At the other end of the darkness, at the end of the snowy mountain road, a small figure stood quietly.

He seemed to have been waiting there for a long time.

It has been so long that the snow has been covered with a thick layer, the long and curly eyelashes are covered with hoarfrost, and even the breathing is intermittent.

Zhou Changming paused.

It was clear that he did not specify the time of his return, but for some reason Lin Chushu waited on the only mountain road.

It was clear that the child was about to lose consciousness from the cold, but he was still able to hold out a piece of warm crabapple cake from his arms with a smile like a flower:

"Father, eat quickly, I've been carrying it in my arms, it's still hot."

"My treasure, are you stupid?"

Holding the pastry in his mouth, he shook off the frost and snow from Lin Chushu's body, and opened his cloak to embrace him, "It's not that I can't find a home, Daddy, what should I do if you are froze to death due to such a heavy snowstorm outside?"

The body nestled in his arms was a small ball, Bai Shengsheng's face was red with cold, and his black pupils were as spotless as if they had been washed by a stream.

Lin Chushu shook his head with a smile, and raised his hand to wipe the pastry crumbs from his cheeks:

"But I don't want you to wait."

He hooked Zhou Changming's neck, and breathed warm breath on the earlobe with the red mole, "Not even for a moment."

Time changes, even if the identity changes, that person is always willing to wait for him.

From morning to night, from Zongjiao to Changcheng.

Even though those warm feelings have been made bitter by the years, and the tenderness has turned into obsession and madness, the blood surging inside is still hot.

A hundred years of love and separation, a kiss to say goodbye.

Immediately afterwards, the lips and teeth gradually separated, half of Lin Chushu's chest was burning hot, and the other half was cold.

Feeling that Lin Chushu's temperature was withdrawn slightly, Zhou Chang couldn't look at him with his eyesight, and couldn't move his body. Extreme despair suddenly surged in his heart:

"No...it's not a play."

His voice was like a gnat, even with a hoarse crying voice.

It sounded like fairy music to Lin Chushu's ears, and a little spark suddenly rekindled in his dark eyes.

The hand covering Zhou Changming's eyes was slowly lowered.

There were already tear stains on that bright face, and the fundus of the eyes, which were reddened by tears, was full of broken struggles.

"They're all you, right?"

Without waiting for him to answer, Lin Chushu smiled bitterly and said:

"So you can successfully enter my dream and spy on my inner demon... Isn't it ridiculous to watch me become a demon with obsession and degenerate myself?"

"No, no, how come..."

Zhou Changming felt pain all over his body, but he was still hurt by his harsh words.

He couldn't bear to hurt Lin Chushu, but he couldn't leave his brother alone.

Intense emotions collided with the viscera, and a fishy smell almost went straight to the throat.

Blood dripped from his mouth, and cold sweat covered his pale cheeks.

He reached out tremblingly and stroked Lin Chushu's cheek:

"I can't bear it... Seeing you suffer, my heart will only hurt even more. How can I find it ridiculous?"

"I used to think that every catastrophe would allow me to cut off the connection with the past... In this way, I can face you without distraction, and I can also... ahem, protect you better..."

"But I can't," he coughed up blood and tears,

"When I think that you will suffer so much for my 'death', I will feel so guilty that I can only escape, I can only... use my brother to persuade myself..."

"I don't need your protection, as long as you live safe and sound, that's enough."

Lin Chushu gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes,

"In my heart, at any time, there is no one or anything more important than you."

When he was with him, that person was the only light in his life.

After the separation, that person was also a demon who lingered day and night.

No matter it's true or false, warmth or hurt, he will take it all in, willingly.

"No, you don't understand..." Zhou Changming shook his head again and again, "Your catastrophe must be borne by me, otherwise..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly choked up.

There was an invisible force strangling his throat without warning, and at this moment, the sharp system alarm sounded in his ears:

"Warning, warning, key game information leaked, security system activated."

"Game program reset started...Player information clearing..."

Information cleared?

What does it mean?

The huge pressure made Zhou Changming unable to breathe at all.

He twitched in pain, scratching his neck desperately, and his face quickly turned gray.

"Zhou Changming... Changming, what's wrong with you?"

Of course, Lin Chushu couldn't notice the change in the system interface. He only saw Zhou Changming's almost distorted expression, and hurriedly grasped his wrist, continuously inputting Zhongzheng's gentle spiritual power.

"Help...help me, I don't want to..."

Deletion of player information means that all past experiences will be erased.

Whether it is Yang Qiao, Qin Cangyan or Shuang Yun, they will never exist in this world.

The moment the truth is revealed is the farewell.

Zhou Changming's eyes were filled with shattered despair.

At this moment, he could do nothing but watch himself being wiped out of Lin Chushu's world bit by bit.

The feeling of numbness spread from the fingertips, then the whole arm, body and even the heart.

The five senses also gradually faded away.

In his hazy vision, he saw that Lin Chushu seemed to be calling for something anxiously, and wanted to respond, but he couldn't move at all.

All the sounds around him quietly disappeared.

He felt his body float between two opposing forces.

One side seemed to push him far away, while the other forcefully pulled his body.

The endless darkness opened its mouth wide, and Zhou Changming was powerless to resist, so he could only let himself fall slowly towards the abyss.

His body sank, and his pale fingers slid down feebly.

And at this moment, a dazzling light suddenly burst out in the forbidden cave.

The body lying quietly in the ice coffin began to tremble without warning.

Starting from the fingertips, the whole body gradually turned into powder, and then dissipated into the void.

As if it never existed.

……

In the dim room, the middle-aged man stared at the light curtain in front of him with an extremely focused expression.

On the dark blue background, clusters of light golden mist are scattered everywhere, with a dazzling core embossed in the middle of them, and there is no connection or contact with each other.

However, at the corner of the light curtain, there is a red line connecting the two groups of light and mist.

One of them is extremely dim, even the inner core has been cracked, the other is extremely imposing, and the shape of the inner core is also particularly unique, as delicate as a snowflake.

"Not far, not far..."

The middle-aged man pushed his golden eyes on the bridge of his nose, his elegant appearance could not hide the burning madness in his eyes.

He was almost ecstatically staring at the flowing light on the red light, watching it extend silently into the bright mist of light, and then wrap around the core.

The core, which was originally as clear as snow, was gradually stained with a trace of scarlet, and as time went by, the scope of the stain continued to expand.

"He really deserves to be your son, Zhou Zhang."

"Thanks to your power of time and space, I was able to hide from the law and send him in there. Now, everything is finally on the right track."

A smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and under the reflection of the light and shadow, he looked strange and unknown.

"The game has just begun."

The author has something to say: Lost horse, lost horse, lost horse! ! !Are you happy watching? ! !

But this story has just begun in my heart. After all, losing a horse is just an appearance. I believe that the friends who have been following the article should be able to feel that this game is by no means as simple as Xiao Changming imagined~

So can he go back to the game and meet Shushu again?

Tomorrow will still be updated at 0:[-], we will see you soon, thank you for your support, I love you all! ! ! ! !