The male protagonist of the quick wear is obsessed with me

After eating and drinking, everyone had no intention of leaving and chose to rest outside the Crab Temple for one night.

"Do we really have to stay here with those people?" After seeing the girl send "them" away, Lin Chen looked around and whispered in her ear.

The more I look at those "people", the more frightened I become. I might as well just run away.

"Just talk, don't get so close." Song Jingting frowned and pushed Lin Chen away. He didn't like it.

"No way, we are childhood sweethearts, how can you be jealous?" Lin Chen was dumbfounded. He only moved closer because he was afraid that the group of "people" would hear him. Song Jingting was so defensive. After thinking for a while, he added, "Of course I am different from that bastard Li Xianchuan. He is just an idiot!"

Li Xianchuan, who was trying his best to reduce his presence, shuddered in his heart, and then his back felt cold. A gaze with a bone-chilling chill cut into his back like a sharp blade.

"I-I'm not..."

Lin Chen glared at him fiercely, his eyes full of disdain: "Bah! If you weren't still useful, you would have died ten thousand times just for pushing Mingyu."

Otherwise, just kill him, it's disgusting to watch.

After seeing too many bloody and horrifying things, Lin Chen's thoughts changed unconsciously. He was no longer the passionate and kind-hearted boy of the past, and there was a hint of coldness in him.

And there is someone even more cold-blooded right next to him.

"Don't pay attention to him." Song Jingting lowered his eyes and looked at the fire in front of him indifferently. Under his collar, on his chest which was invisible to no one, a dark magic pattern was spreading and stretching unscrupulously.

At the same time, the evil beings roaming in the shadows raised their heads one after another, their scarlet pupils flashing ominous light, and their sights all fell on the disheveled young man who was huddled up with his head in his hands.

Li Xianchuan, who was still trying to argue, suddenly felt a terrifying sense of being targeted by his natural enemy. The sharp gaze that seemed to be able to pierce his skin made him freeze in place and dare not move at all.

Wei Mingyu looked left and right, and seeing that Song Jingting and the other man both looked serious, she couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Haha, what are you doing?"

"...her brain must be broken." Lin Chen's mouth twitched, and he was completely defeated by this silly girl.

Aren't they supporting her in seeking justice?

Song Jingting didn't say anything, but just pinched the girl's fair cheek helplessly.

As long as she's happy.

Long Tingting, who was unable to get a word in, saw the "person" coming towards them, and nervously leaned towards Lin Chen, her face visibly pale, "They... they are back..."

Wei Mingyu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Perhaps they didn't want to pretend in front of them anymore, so these puppets had more or less wounds on their bodies, such as a big hole in the chest, the kind that you can see the woods behind from the front, or the head can be turned 180 degrees, and you can look down to see the heels, etc...

"Who will be on guard first? How about we split into teams?" The boy with a big hole in his chest squatted in front of the fire, his face pale and bloodless and extremely stiff.

"No difference. Just the few of you will keep watch." Wei Mingyu leaned on the young man and said slowly, his thick eyelashes drooping, covering his star-like eyes. He seemed very sleepy.

Song Jingting reached out and held the girl in his arms, then adjusted her position slightly so that she could rest more comfortably on his chest.

"This is not good. We are the only ones keeping watch." A girl with her brains spilled out sat next to Li Xianchuan, staring at him with her gray eyes.

The stench and horror of it made the normal people nearby feel very uncomfortable.

The boys could still bear it for a while, but Long Tingting, who was sitting next to Lin Chen, turned her head and retched, with tears and snot flowing out.

Wei Mingyu felt uncomfortable after taking a look. She buried her head in the boy's arms, and immediately a fresh breath surrounded her.

That solves the problem.

Song Jingting gently reached out his hand to tuck the hair off the girl's face behind her ears, thinking to himself: "They" are not completely useless.

but--

"Think it over before you speak. Anyway, you're the only ones keeping watch tonight."

The puppet looked at him steadily, then turned its head expressionlessly and stopped talking.

Although they asked those "people" to keep watch, Lin Chen and others would never believe "them" and tried hard to keep their eyes open and try to stay up until dawn.

In the middle of the night, Song Jingting held the girl and leaned against a big rock, his ink-black eyes staring blankly at the fire in front of him.

Everyone except him was asleep.

The puppets, completely revealing their abnormalities, squatted ten meters away, their gray-white pupils were cold and ruthless, and under the illumination of the flames, "they" were dragging long twisted shadows behind them.

The chirping of insects and roaring of beasts that usually could be heard at night disappeared, as if they also knew that there were terrifying creatures here.

The puppets lay on all fours and ran towards the people around the fire, their bloodthirsty and hungry eyes fixed on the young man, as if they wanted to tear him into pieces and eat him immediately.

Song Jingting glanced at her calmly, without making any movement. Countless black vine-like shadows suddenly emerged from the void behind him. They waved wildly in the air to express their emotions. Some naughty vines stretched out their heads and wanted to touch the sleeping girl, but they were all crushed into black mist and dispersed by the young man with cruel eyes.

"roll!"

The aggrieved shadow vine shrank back and stared fiercely at the puppet in front of it.

It's all their fault!

Although the puppets were still using human bodies, they made no sound when they attacked, and they rushed over as lightly as a feather.

The distance was closed in less than two seconds. The puppet that rushed over first raised his hand, and the nails of his ten fingers suddenly grew to ten centimeters long, emitting a black metallic color and a cold light.

Song Jingting slightly turned his head to avoid it, and the black nails that looked like divine weapons penetrated into the stone without any hindrance. When the puppet was retracted, several large holes were left on the stone.

After understanding their attack method, the young man no longer held back. The shadow vines that had been ready behind him shot out, entangling, crushing, and chopping. In less than ten seconds, all the puppets were dealt with.

The limbs scattered on the ground were dragged into the woods by the shadow vines, and soon there was a horrible sound of devouring. The scavengers exist everywhere.

The scattered bloodstains on the grass were also covered up one by one. If no one had seen it with their own eyes, no one would have guessed that a battle had just taken place here.

After everything was resolved, the mark of divinity on Song Jingting's forehead suddenly emerged, but the difference was that this time the mark was not entirely golden red. The right half turned black, as black as the color of the abyss, which was an attribute of evil and ominousness.

"It's really not that easy to fuse two godheads."