Chrollo's You Exist

He carried me to an old tree not far away, and let me sit with my back against the tree.He squatted down and silently wiped the blood stains from the corners of my mouth. He asked me in a low voice, "Did you do it?"

I didn't know why, so I raised my eyes to look at him, but I was shocked to find that those eyes were staring at me for an instant, and there was a deep shadow in the unexpected light.His dark eyes seemed to have huge black waves submerging under the ice, or torrents rolling in the deep darkness, which was his suppressed anger on the verge of eruption.

Intimidated by his unprecedented aura, I was startled and frightened, coughed hoarsely, my throat hurt and blood overflowed from the corner of my mouth.He raised his left hand against my jaw to make me open my mouth, and stretched out two fingers of his other hand into my mouth to clear out the bone fragments stuck in my throat to prevent the fragments from choking into the windpipe.

"I can't make a sound, not only my throat is damaged, but my vocal cords are also detached."

He pinched my chin with one hand and indifferently drew conclusions. With his free right hand, he pulled open the front of my kimono very neatly and even rudely to examine my body.I was ashamed and indignant in astonishment, but I saw his pupils shrinking suddenly, staring at the reddish marks on my chest that hadn't faded away, the hand holding my jaw tightened suddenly, as if his thoughts were suppressed to the extreme and then suddenly violently erupted .

I felt that my jaw was almost crushed, my body was crushed by a huge thought, and my whole body was trembling, crumbling as if it would be crushed into powder in the next moment. The broken throat poured out from between his lips and dripped into the palm of his left hand holding my chin.

His right hand suddenly covered my chest, gently stroking along the ambiguous and mottled marks on my chest, his slightly narrowed eyes stared darkly and lightly at my body.That kind of look made me feel that I was very contemptuous in his eyes, and made me feel deeply ashamed and angry!

I struggled to raise my hand to push away his hand covering my chest, but just brushed his wrist and fell powerlessly to the ground.I stared at him shamefully and angrily, he raised his eyes to meet my shameful and frightened gaze, he was slightly stunned as if surprised, and then a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.His mental pressure suddenly subsided, as if the outburst of anger subsided instantly, but it suddenly made me feel the bone-piercing chill.

His hand pinching my chin slowly slid down and strangled my neck, and he suddenly approached me, with a soft smile on his lips, but there was no warmth or light in his eyes.

"Feel insulted? Since you think so, I can't let you down."

He exhaled lightly, smiled innocently and even innocently, but exuded undisguised fierceness and aggression all over his body, and calmly and indifferently pulled the belt of my kimono.

I horrified and tried my last bit of strength to push him away, and he immediately let go of his grip on me.I lost my support, fell limply to the ground in a panic, and was pushed into my legs by him.The legs were forcefully separated, and I didn't have time to react. I just felt a foreign body forcefully penetrated my body, and my whole body twitched in pain, as if all the cells in my body were trembling and hissing and screaming.His legs trembled unconsciously, his hands were limply by his sides, and his trembling fingertips curled up in pain.The initial pain hadn't spread completely yet, wave after wave of torn pain had already surged, the body was pushed hard again and again, and was soon pulled back by the hand around the waist and pressed hard against him. he.I wanted to cry but couldn't, my eyes were so dry that I couldn't squeeze a single tear.I wanted to scream in pain and opened my mouth, but nothing came out, only blood spilled from the deep part of my damaged throat and slid down the corner of my mouth.In the blurry vision soaked in cold sweat, only the anger and hostility rolling in the eyes that were as dark as the deep sea were dimly seen.

Let him vent maliciously, the body pierced by violence can no longer feel pain, only the warm liquid slowly gushing from the lower body exudes the smell of blood in the air, which prevents me from completely falling into a coma.Looking at the extremely familiar face in front of me, my fragile consciousness can no longer feel humiliation or pain. I don't want to show weakness, but now my eyes that have been dry have started to moisten for no reason.Powerless to stop and unable to suppress, I still shed tears like a pitiful worm, so incompetent that I couldn't even maintain the last bit of poor self-esteem by deceiving myself.I don't want to see such an ugly and cowardly self, close my eyes in frustration, and let my drifting consciousness slowly fall into a deep sleep.In the last sliver of sobriety, I vaguely felt that the people on my body stopped, and the malicious plunder finally stopped and slowly pulled away. I was hugged into a hot embrace, and the blood stains on the corners of my mouth were gently wiped away by warm fingers. A soft, vague sigh was inaudible.

"You're crying again." He whispered next to me and hugged me tightly.

I woke up in his arms, the clothes were already on my body, as if everything before was just a dream.

"Wake up." He smiled at me with his head down, very gentle.

I tried to move, and my strength seemed to have recovered a little. I numbly got out of his arms, stood up tremblingly, and tried to materialize and lead the way, but failed.

"Your energy has been sucked, and now you are still very weak, and you can't use your mind power for the time being." He said in a gentle and patient tone, "This forest is relatively safe. You should rest and recover your strength first, and I will take you away at dawn."

I chose a direction at random, raised my foot to leave, but was grabbed by the wrist, the strength on the wrist made it impossible for me to shake off, instead I was dragged over and forced to face him.

I stared numbly at his thin lip and dredged jaw line without attempting to resist, it was unnecessary.His chin was lifted slightly, and he suddenly met the deep eyes, so strange as if he had never met before.He softened his tone and his voice.

"You're angry, I understand. But I also want you to understand that sooner or later you will be mine, and you won't be able to escape."

With a rush in my heart, I couldn't help coughing hoarsely, as if I wanted to cough up my whole heart before giving up.

He frowned slightly, stroked my back gently, and when the cough subsided, he embraced me lightly in his arms again, giving people a false illusion of warmth and gentleness.I froze in his arms, my body getting cold inch by inch.

Suddenly being picked up horizontally, I turned around and walked under the ancient tree. My mind went blank and I froze in his arms, and my body suddenly began to tremble.

Gently put me down and let me sit under the old tree. He seemed to be staring intently into my eyes. In his eyes were my bewildered face and trembling eyes.

The eyes were covered with warmth, a warm darkness.

"...Perhaps, I shouldn't warn you in such a malicious way. You looked at me with such terrified eyes, which made me feel as if I pushed you away with my own hands."

"Sleep peacefully, I won't hurt you."

The low voice is like a butterfly flapping its wings and gently perching in the ears, but it can no longer comfort people's hearts, it can only call for a cold chill.Tears slipped down his eyes silently, and his wet cheeks stained his dry and warm palms. The last trace of warmth about him dissipated with the tears from his heart, leaving only endless emptiness and numbness in his whole body and mind.

The author has something to say: In the cognition of the leader, the heroine has always been his. He doesn't think there is anything wrong with what he did, and he didn't use this concept. The only thing that annoys him is the process. He was a little rough︿(￣︶￣)︿So, I personally think that this plot does not distort the leader. If it makes the little angels have some unpleasant impressions, please forgive me. This is how the leader is in my heart,,, In fact, I also want to say that I believe there should be little angels who will have an impression. In the story of Meteor Street’s first encounter with Silver Bone not long after the beginning of this article, I have clearly hinted that the overlord will fight hard^_^

Being locked again means that my article is not suitable for Jinjiang, so there will be a later date

See if this chapter has been given,,,