He saw Axue's face from a distance, with relief written on it, staring at the collapsed red eye. It blinked sluggishly, then disintegrated from the edge, burst like an asteroid, bursting into the air a flower of soot, cobwebs mixed with splotches of blood falling, more than the end of it all grand.

Time to say goodbye.

dead.

But this expression only stayed on her face for a moment, and suddenly, she changed her face, then dragged the knife again, and rushed in the direction of Song Hong, doing her best to shout: "Hurry up!"

boom.

boom.

Kou Dong also heard that voice. In his sight, something blood-red rose again from the snow-white horizon—

Its light is too dazzling to make people unable to open their eyes directly.

He had a hunch, but couldn't believe it.

The red eyes rose again.

It was even brighter than before, the pupils rolling back and forth in the huge eye sockets, and finally glanced down and refocused on him.

Like a hot sun, hanging high in the sky again.

Kou Dong's heart finally fell heavily.

It's not dead.

It's... alive again.

From that eye, countless spider silks spewed out, sticky weaving into a huge, overwhelming web. With this dull loud noise, Kou Dong's eyes were once again covered in darkness——

Everything seems to be back to where it started.

He was still the Kou Dong trapped in his deformed heart.

"That won't work," he heard the gray rabbit's low voice, "it's not the key to breaking the game."

It seemed that it was still trapped not far from him, and the sound was close to him, drilling into his ears and into his heart word by word.

"Think about it."

"Master...you think about it."

A gray-white ghost emerged from above the rabbit. Lin Mengmeng, who had already become a ghost, stared at his turned face quietly, her voice seemed a little sad.

"You obviously know the answer."

There was also a bloody aftertaste in the air, which, oddly enough, seemed salty. Kou Dong unconsciously licked the corner of his mouth, only to realize that it was a small wound on his lips.

It wasn't very painful, but when licked it, there was always a dull, indescribable comfort.

His voice was hoarse.

"I have no idea."

"Lying," muffled the gray rabbit, "you're lying."

It has two long ears, and its button eyes stare intently, as if it can see the person in front of it unobstructed in the dark. Even if he couldn't see clearly, Kou Dong could feel the burning gaze - from his gaze.

"There's more than a copy here, young master. This is the whole game."

"Who is the real boss of this game? Who brought you in, trapped you here, deprived you of your freedom? Who made you an NPC, tricked you into saying you belonged here? Who built you Truman's world ??"

Kou Dong: "Enough."

"Not enough!" Lin Mengmeng's voice also rose, he shouted at Kou Dong with an unprecedented attitude, this attitude has never appeared in him who has always worshipped Kou Dong as a god, "Young master My friends are still trapped here, I'm still here, the others are still there, those players like us are still here! They're all trapped here, counting on you - you save them!...Why don't you listen? "Why don't you dare to listen!"

Kou Dong's chest went up and down, he didn't actually get angry, he just felt an indescribable exhaustion.

Oh shit.

He thought about it in a mess, grabbing the spider silk beneath him.

crazy……

They must be crazy.

Lin Mengmeng also seemed tired. Its voice became soft again, as if it was close to Kou Dong's ear, whispering to him intimately.

"Master, you are trapped in the heart of the game."

"If you want to kill this game...you can only kill the real master. If he doesn't die, this heart will never stop beating."

"You kill a thousand times, a hundred times... it will survive. It will find you, it will catch you. Its reincarnation will never stop, and in the next life, the next life, you will still be unable to escape its grasp."

Its dark eyes stared. The young man was still silent, his drooping face was pale and delicate, revealing a slender, even a little thin neck. The light blue blood vessels on the top quietly nodded on the background, as if they were flower stalks, supporting his blossoming flower.

There is no doubt that he is good-looking, and this good-looking is somewhat linked to his youthful feeling. It knows that this has little to do with the age of the teenager. When he grows up, he becomes young, middle-aged, old... There is still something in his bones that can make people go crazy. This thing is hidden in the skin, buried in the bones, it is not the age of the boy that makes him a boy, but the fragile and unwilling spirit that makes him a boy.

It was broken as soon as it was broken, but he refused to bow his head, refused to accept his fate, and refused to be imprisoned. The neck bone that refused to admit defeat supported him, and he had to fly to the sky with such a brilliant hope of freedom.

But how is it possible?

He was supposed to be the flower in the greenhouse.

He finally spoke. When he spoke, his lips were also beautiful like a flower.

The gray rabbit looked up almost obsessively, and heard his vague voice that seemed to be soaked in the bottom of the water: "What do you want to say?"

"You still have an arrow."

Grey Rabbit Answers. Its three-flap mouth moved, unmistakably spitting out the name.

"Ye Yanzhi."

It paused, and finally revealed the next sentence:

"—you're going to kill him."

You can only kill him.

From a certain logic, Kou Dong had to admit that he was right - Ye Yanzhi was the initiator of all this. This game is based on him, and only when he is not there will this place completely collapse.

Otherwise, they will never escape, and the dead system will keep creating more gatekeepers.

For the first time, he can destroy it with the help of Axue.

The second time, he can unite all players to destroy it.

But the third time?

What about the fourth time?

What's more, there are those greedy spiders here, they are still devouring people's brains. He really didn't have that much time to think.

Kou Dong does not consider himself a hero, but he is not a villain who will run away in the face of responsibility.

deceased, deceased.

He wondered if he might be dead, but not his soul. Ye Yanzhi imprisoned his soul here, making him think that he is the precious young master in the manor, perhaps to give him another life.

Unfortunately, Kou Dong would rather be a lonely ghost than be a blinded nightingale.

He gritted his teeth, felt his legs go weak, and with a little effort, he finally stood up slowly in this darkness.

He escaped from here once—

He should escape a second time with them.

He heard his own voice, which was outrageously dry, as if someone had drained the water in it and lit a fire - his voice became hoarse and hoarse, his thoughts and sanity were shaky, as if he was also hanging on on spider silk.

He actually didn't dare to think about this ending, but now he couldn't help thinking about it.

"……Where is he?"

Ye Yanzhi was not far away, quietly immersed in the spider silk, letting them surround him tightly. Those spider silks had no good intentions. They tightened his throat and locked his hands and feet. If they could, they would scrape his skin and carve up his flesh and blood.

Ye Yanzhi finally realized that the dead man had become a man-eating monster. But realizing this, his heart was still calm, and he didn't make any waves, and he was indifferent to what kind of impact it would have.

He just wanted to know what Kou Dong thought.

"He's going to kill you," he told him triumphantly when he heard the crawling spiders lingering beside him. "This place can't end without killing you...he believes so now."

"Whee……"

There was a flash of disgust on Ye Yanzhi's face. He said, "Go away."

"Have you thought about it?"

The silks locked him tighter.

"Have you thought about it—when you left us like a shoe? Did you think we'd trap you?"

Ye Yanzhi's expression became even more disgusting, and he stared blankly at the image of these spiders forcibly stuffing his mind. They were still imagining how to trap Kou Dong, pierced him with mouthparts in the white spider silk, and even opened his abdominal cavity, until they swelled up there, as if they were three months pregnant—they were always there Think about these things.

These are the dark thoughts he once flashed, but they are constantly amplified and amplified in this game. His love for the child is enough to overwhelm these thoughts, but these NPCs are not like this.

When he threw away these thoughts, he never thought that they would still sprout even if they were thrown away.

Anti-customer.

The dove occupies the magpie's nest.

They firmly surrounded Ye Yanzhi, the spider's long mouthparts touched his head, stroking to find a place to insert it, and the picture was like a group of renegades trying to kill the gods surrounding their gods. Now, they have made up their minds to take that treasured treasure from the arms of the gods.

The rustling sound of feet stepping on spider silk came, and someone approached.

"Here," the voice said slowly, "here..."

They quietly retreated again. The small world became brighter, and a bit of gloomy light spilled in from the gap exposed above.

With this light, Ye Yanzhi saw the person in front of him.

Kou Dong still looks the same as before, the same as when he was drawn from the exchange pool. Beside him was a gray rabbit with smooth fur, Lin Mengmeng let out a small exclamation when she saw him.

"found it!"

In contrast, it was Kou Dong's indifferent voice: "Dangerous, you step back."

Ye Yanzhi's pupils finally trembled, and he raised his head.

His reaction to this sentence was greater than his previous reaction, perhaps because more of these moments belonged to him.

Before that, he was the one who stood beside Kou Dong and listened to him saying these words closely. They even kissed in the angel's sanctuary, and in the virtual home built in the game, the teenager exchanged a cautious, almost ambiguous love with him.

Now, instead, he is on the opposite side of the youth.

a villain.

He had never been so clear about who he was, and there was a pain that was almost sour and bitter, as if there was an olive stuck in his throat. His feet moved slightly on the ground, a reflection of pain, an indescribable struggle in some way, but his voice didn't tremble.

"What are you here for?"

Kou Dong's eyes were deep. "I want to play a game with you," he said.

His lips seemed a little dry. At such an important moment, Ye Yanzhi suddenly thought out of place.

It's been like this since childhood. They are always dry and whitish, and take a long time to take care of very carefully before they become bloody again. It is actually a manifestation of a genetic disease.

He wanted to use his lips to soften them again, but at this point, that was obviously not going to happen.

After that, it should not be implemented again.

"Do you think he'll appreciate you?"

Death sneered before his men were wiped out.

His real outline is actually very similar to Ye Yanzhi, but he is much colder than him - that coldness is almost engraved into his bones, teaching his whole person to be as cold as this blade.

"He won't be grateful to you," Death said intermittently. "He's like this...they're like this...I've seen it a lot."

At that time, Ye Yanzhi didn't answer, just pierced the scythe deeper into his body, like a piece of dull iron.

He also said indifferently: "I won't let him die."

"You think they're afraid to die?"

Reaper actually laughed, and then began to cough intermittently. Pale golden blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care about it at all. He only opened his mouth and said with a smile, "He is afraid of death? - He already knew that he would die!"

"First his mother, then you—"

"Sanshao Ye—"

There was an odd, sarcastic look on his face. Putting it on such a face, it even showed a bit of god-like compassion.

"Is he afraid of death, or are you afraid of death?"

Ye Yanzhi's lips pursed suddenly.

He remembered the boy who was swaying on the roof of the building when they met again. What was he thinking then?

When the young Kou Dong walked into Ye's house with his mother holding hands, what was he thinking?

"Life and death are fate, the avenue is in the sky!"

"Ye San Shao, you forcibly keep people who shouldn't be kept, forcibly save lives that shouldn't be saved—"

"Reverse life and death, reverse yin and yang, and disregard human life!"

"Second Young Master Ye!"

"You will never end well!"

The voice of the god of death was still in my ears, exploding like thunder.

It's a pity that the people in front of him didn't care a word about what he said. He didn't even raise his face, and gave the still struggling Death God one last look, and without hesitation he inserted the scythe in his hand deeper.

Kill the god of death.

His boy no longer need to be afraid.

He only cares about his teenagers and doesn't listen to those ethical words.

Ye Yanzhi doesn't have the word childhood, it's a word for mortals. On the day he was born, the blood pool was overturned, the heaven and the earth were turned upside down, and there were stars soaring up from the west, and the sun and the moon could not compete with them. The Ye family members were overjoyed after viewing the astrological signs—this was a sign of the birth of a godhead.

The Ye family stood in the realm of yin and yang, wandering between life and death. The ancestor was once a heavenly teacher, and he was highly respected, and even the god of death respected him somewhat. At that time, the god of death was still impermanent, and the world was full of spiritual energy, so he was powerful, so he recruited the ancestor to his command, gave him the power, and allowed him to take people's lifespan according to the destiny. Later, it was passed down from generation to generation. When it came to Ye Yanzhi's generation, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he was also in the vicissitudes of life. The scythe now is simply incomparable to the Broken Soul Cord back then. In this way, the Ye family, which still retains the strength of the year, has become the real judge in the world, dealing with people who should die and not dying, sending all kinds of souls to the underworld, and even has the stance of taking the god of death instead.

What's more, there is now a young god. When the gods grow up and take their place, they will naturally shade the family.

Ye Yanzhi grew up in the ancestral temple. He was born with a divine personality, and unlike the rest of the Ye family, he did not enter into reincarnation, nor did he care about life and death, so he was only brought by the head of the Ye family to teach him about the yin and yang worlds day and night.

He has no father and no mother. The woman who gave birth to him has seen him once in the future. Ye Yanzhi once heard her cry and asked the head of the Ye family where he took his child.

Ye Yanzhi thought it was talking about himself at first. It was only later that I found out that it was this body of skin.

The woman didn't feel that the god was her son, she believed in her heart that it was the god who stole this body. Her real son should have become a lonely ghost, wandering somewhere day and night.

She cried for it, and suffered day and night.

Ye Yanzhi couldn't feel the same. He looked at the woman who was kneeling on the ground through the lingering gray-white smoke. Incense ashes fell on top of her head, staining her hair white. He looked at the woman, and saw clearly her eyes full of resentment as she raised her head.

Indistinctly, her mouth was moving.

"The dove occupies the magpie's nest..."

The voice was so thin and weak, but Ye Yanzhi heard it clearly.

She is praying for her own death.

Ye Yanzhi watched calmly with the eyes of a three-year-old child. He knows how absurd the idea of ​​a woman is, even if the Ye family disappears, he will not die - he will live longer than everyone in the world, forever and ever.

"Don't listen to her nonsense." The head of the Ye family leaned down, his face full of love, "You are naturally different from these people. When you are in the right position, the Ye family can still prosper for ten thousand years—"

He seemed to see the infinite glorious future of the Ye family through the still immature child in front of him.

In the smoke, the child lowered his eyes.

……How to say.

In fact, he didn't care at all about the prosperity of the Ye family.

Ye Yanzhi doesn't care about the world, the gods have no seven emotions, no six desires.

The head of the Ye family said: "It's really different, it's never like an ordinary child." When he said this, several Ye family juniors were kneeling in the ancestral temple, punished for their troubles in the world.

Ye Yanzhi was only seven or eight years old at the time, and looked at the people below coldly with his hands behind his back, "I don't want anything."

The owner didn't care, and said casually, "If you want something, just say it."

Whichever family gets a god will offer it up, and Ye Yanzhi is no exception. He nods dispensably, taking it as an insignificant remark.

What can the gods want? The desires and desires of this world are not worth mentioning in front of him.

But just a few days later, Ye Yanzhi knew for the first time that he would also have private thoughts. When he stepped into the door that day, a child who came out of the ancestral temple tripped over the high threshold and fell straight into his arms.

Across the misty white mist, those eyes also met his. The faint medicinal fragrance swept across his nose, as if it was a seriously ill child, but for some reason, it was the first time that the young gods liked it.

He changed his mind.

This should be his child and should be raised with him.

Ye Yanzhi stood in front of the head of the family and said without hesitation or negotiation, "I want him."

It was the first time that the owner of the house heard him speak in such a tone of voice, and he was surprised. He looked in the direction of his eyes, and there was another child who broke into his line of sight. He was being held by a woman with a sad expression. Looking up at them in awe-

His eyes were clear, like two amber soaked in cold well water. They were born on a pale face, with no blood, and even faint blue blood vessels could be seen.

At that moment, the head of the family trembled.

How can it be? !

He remembered the child.

Brought by her mother to ask for help, hoping that they would turn life and death upside down—

This is an early death, not even three months.

But more importantly, at this moment, through this fate, he vaguely saw another black line that sprung up intermittently, and they ran under the pale skin. This black line is mixed with spots of golden light, which is a symbol of entanglement with the gods.

... This new born is clearly an immortal life.

The author has something to say: Ye Yanzhi: Thinking this way, I am a bit at a loss.

Kou Dong: ...? ? ?

Ye Yanzhi: I have raised you for so long, and in turn you still want to be my father.

Generations are gradually confused.

Kou Dong:  …

If you haven't watched Big Eyes, please note that there has been a chapter update, and another chapter will be updated this Saturday! You can clearly see the author's mental journey when you watch the episode, from "I have to do a big job" to "Wow, there are colleagues next to you" and then to "Wuwuwu, it's better to hide it so that you can't be seen" - so a process.

But this time at home, without colleagues, you can play freely!

Next time, I will write about Caisheng first. Please tell me if you have any good update methods. The current method is prone to problems. TAT

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