He knew that the more he should be calm, he would be, but he seemed to have no way to control his emotions.

As long as you think that that person will disappear, the hostility deliberately suppressed in your heart will not be controlled.

Si Jin closed his eyes, and his always cold and undesirable mood became irritable. He lowered his eyes, looked at the shadow reflected on the river, and unconsciously pressed the sterling silver cross at the collarbone with his fingertips.

"A Bai." The boy opened his thin lips lightly, his voice slightly hoarse, as if he was in an unknown mood.

But this time, no response.

Si Jin paused his movements, and the force of his fingertips pressing the cross was getting heavier and heavier, and his voice was obscure and deep: "A Bai, A Bai..."

He was like a cold and accurate repeater, repeating the title constantly, without stopping for a moment, and his voice became hoarse, but there was only a silence left in the air except for the boy's own voice.

No response.

Nothing answered.

The magic dream's movement ended and suddenly disappeared without any response.

This is probably what Si Jin feared the most.

I've known it a long time ago...

It is obvious that I shouldn't have any thoughts.

I already knew where this was and how it came about, but I still couldn't control my heartbeat, so that there was only one figure in my heart.

The only color in the black and white world.

Si Jin's eyes darkened, and he could break through the redness in his eyes, as if he was stained with blood, brewing with evil and cold aura.

This look was too out of control, as if he could pull out the dagger that had been blocked on his left waist in the next second, breaking the last bottom line, and dyeing his hands blood.

The shimmering river surface is not rippling, it is as horizontal as a mirror, clearly reflecting the boy's face.

Almost soaring to the sky and being unrestrained.

Rolling black fog and anger.

It is the other side of breaking the secular world and consistent calm disguise.

Si Jin's eyes seemed to be able to overflow blood. When the cold wind blew, the calmness of the river was broken and rippled, like a small stone was thrown in, splashing ripples.

Even the picture reflected on the river began to shake violently.

Si Jin's eyes fell on the river. Looking at the young man reflected, his movements suddenly stopped.

He narrowed his eyes, and his cold and handsome side profile was hidden in the afterglow of the sunset, outlining a bit of danger.

The slender boy lowered his figure and leaned over slowly. After three seconds of his vision on the river, his expression gradually calmed down, leaving only endless indifference.

The night is deep,

The boy, who was originally lying on the bed with his eyebrows and eyes slightly frowning, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Are you back..." Seeing everything familiar with the decorations and rooms in the Demon Dream World, Si Jin's eyes were light.

Si Jinwei raised his head, was silent for a few seconds, and narrowed his eyes silently, as if he was thinking about something.

a long time,

He slowly got up,

Open the window of the room and the cold wind in the middle of the night whistled in. The ink-colored hair on the boy's forehead was very messy, but it also had a full ascetic aura.

Si Jin leaned sideways and stood there, letting the cold wind blow on his body, so that he could make his consciousness more clear and accurate.

He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

It's night, and it's still in the room.

That person did not disappear, the magic dream did not end, let alone the time when the sun sets.

It was just a dream just now.

A thing buried deep in my heart and is restless, all happening in my dreams.

It seems to be the one who can arouse the most feared in the heart.

Yes.

He was afraid... he was afraid that the girl would appear suddenly and disappear without any trace.

In the end, he was the only one left.

Still standing there.

It's just a dream.

If it weren't for remembering that the man had promised him personally that he would not leave him, perhaps Si Jin would really fall into this dream woven by fear and fear in his heart, and then he would never wake up and let himself turn black.

But he had no reason to believe anything Ranbai said regardless of right or wrong.

As long as that person said he would not leave,

Then Si Jin believed it.

He looked at the bright night outside, and the bright white moon shone with soft light, as if it had slightly brightened the whole world, lingering and gentle.

Si Jin paused on the tip of his fingertips by the window, and he slowly lowered his eyes and stared at the small and evil cross.

After a while, he pulled the corner of his lower lip, lowered his voice, looking careless, and then played with the dagger that had just been pulled out from his left waist, and quickly spun out one beautiful circle after another on his fingertips, leaving only the afterimages.

Three seconds,

Enough to do one thing.

That is to stab the dagger into the heart.

No, no.

The moonlight is wrong.

It was clearly on the Lantern Festival that Si Jin glanced at the girl staring at the moon.

The moon, which was clearly a bit light red in the gray-white mist, even gave people a sense of unreasonable evil.

But now the moon,

Pure white, bright, bright.

It's not right at all.

Blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, and it looked extremely dazzling on his porcelain-white jaw. Si Jin swallowed the bloody smell of his throat, his eyes were still calm and indifferent.

It seemed that no matter what happened around him, or what happened to him, it would not arouse him at all.

It's like a cold and accurate machine.

That's all.

My eyes turned dark, as if my body had lost support, and there was only endless dizziness left.

The night was filled with darkness, as deep as incom that could not be melted.

And in the most prosperous and enthusiastic 21st century, the skyscrapers, the traffic and the lights of thousands of homes turned into starry light.

Among the low-luxury villas with European and American design styles,

A completely different design style from Momeng.

A room,

The person on the bed suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes and looked around with dark eyes. The eyes were deep and dark.

The slender boy was wearing a solemn black pajamas, with fair skin, messy ink hair scattered on his forehead, and his side face was handsome and pale, like a vampire nobleman.

After a few seconds of quietness, Si Jin rolled his throat lightly, and his dark eyes looked at the familiar scenes around him calmly, with a cold and faint expression.

No one is more familiar with where this is than Si Jin.

Twenty-first century, modernization.

A world with completely different institutional standards from Momeng.

This may be where he should have existed.

Everything that happened before, everyone I met, including the magic dream, was a long and quiet dream in the darkness.

It's just like this and it keeps repeating in the dream.

I just woke up in the Demon Dream, but it was just a dream.

He is really back?

Wake up from all dreams.

There was no such girl at all.

At best it was just a dream of Nan Ke.

A moment of tingling sensation came in my mind, so that all my consciousness was blank. Si Jin's face turned a little pale, and his lips were pale, as if he had been drained of all the temperature, and unexpectedly he had a fragile beauty.
Chapter completed!