After the same name as the Abyss Lord

The sun diffuses on the horizon, and the golden and brilliant light spreads towards the world.

The window of the hotel is a bit shady and cold in the early morning wind.

The bandages that were removed one after another fell to the ground. The boy's body was thin and thin, and his handsome face showed very little expression, which was more silent than the surrounding air.

The brows and eyes are slightly drooping, and there is nothing in the clear eyes.

The bandages were removed to the end, but the shoulders that should have been scarred were completely flawless.

There was no surprise on his face, and he didn't get dressed immediately, just looking at the empty room.

Not only the scars on his body disappeared, but also many things disappeared without a sound.

He put on a white shirt, paused as he buttoned it, took it off again, and put on a black one.

The black shirt made the boy's tall and straight body even thinner.

The hair is a bit long, and it hasn't been trimmed since entering the Demon God Amusement Park. The fluffy black hair with bangs slightly covered the eyebrows and eyes, and was pushed aside casually.

Walking in the campus where people come and go, people keep looking back at him.

Such a handsome and outstanding face, but his eyebrows and eyes are indifferent to the world, as if he was injured a long time ago, although the wound has long grown and he doesn't care, the shadow left behind is still there.

Indifference, rejection, more is the loneliness that goes deep into the bone marrow.

"Wow, look..."

"Is it a star? It's so handsome."

"Go get in touch."

"I... I dare not, I feel so cold."

"What are you afraid of? Look at me."

The person standing in front of him had a friendly smile and said, "Hi, can you leave a contact information, we have an event need..."

"Feel sorry."

The man raised his head slightly and walked over without stopping.

The bright smile of being rejected barely lasted for a moment, and soon turned into annoyance after the other party left.

"Hmph, what's the big deal, I don't have any manners at all because of my good looks, I just refuse when I refuse, and I listen to people finish talking, will you die if you say a few more words? What's wrong with pretending, I hate this kind of vain The person on the table."

"I think he seems to be in a bad mood, maybe not on purpose."

"It's none of my business if he's in a bad mood, and you don't know him. You help him talk when you look at his handsome parents, and you don't see that I was treated like this just to help you get in touch. Hmph, let's go."

Those who stayed in place were a little at a loss, looking at the companion who left angrily, and then at the back of the person who had just gone away.However, that person looked up just now. Although there was no obvious expression in those eyes, they felt so gloomy, as if there was no hope.

……

In the daytime, the Hushan Campus is full of vitality under the golden sunshine and gentle breeze.

The peach blossoms are in their final flowering season, and they are blooming unscrupulously. The fallen flowers are everywhere, and the branches are still flourishing.

It's like being pushed down by a newly bloomed flower just after it blooms, and it blooms and decays at the same time.

Everyone passed by with a smile, everyone's face was bright and there was no haze.

Those who died were forgotten.

No body, never existed.

Ye Zun stood by the lake.

In the sea of ​​flowers not far away, a group of people held up their mobile phones to take pictures of the girl with a sweet smile in the sea of ​​flowers.

"Wow, it's Fei'er, an Internet celebrity. I really like her beauty tutorials and outfits. I plant grass for every style she recommends. I didn't expect her to come to our school."

Chen Qianqian, who was holding the book, was a little helpless, and looked at her roommate: "Don't forget that there will be classes in the next semester, and you have to go through half of the school."

She didn't have much interest in Internet celebrities, so she waited boredly. She passed the crowd and saw the boy in the black shirt.

At the first glance, I was amazed by the outstanding appearance, but then I was a little strange.

Why do you feel familiar, as if you have seen it before?

Moreover, was that person looking at her just now?

The figure walked away slowly with its back to her, and gradually disappeared into the crowd.

"Dude, my photographer ran away, can you take a photo for me, it's very simple, just stand here and press the shutter directly."

Ye Zun looked at Asker with a relaxed expression and strange eyes, and took the camera in his hand.

The background in the distance of the lens is a large peach forest by the lake.

He presses the shutter.

A voice came back to my ears.

... "The staff I made an appointment with couldn't come as scheduled because the mountain road from the city to here collapsed. Because the filming was based on the theme of Taolin Wraith, the time we agreed to shoot was at night, so I'm not sure what they said. When the time comes, I will first find my feelings here..."

The leaves, the leaves were supposed to be here too.

It should also be like them, forgetting this terrible experience, not knowing each other, and working and living according to the established plan.

"Thanks, brother!"

Ye Zun continued to walk forward.

Those who survived saw it one by one, but no miracle happened.

There is no melancholy and fragile teenager with long hair.

He sat on a bench by the lake, a little tired.

I knew it a long time ago, but I still look forward to it just in case.

The dungeon was cleared, except for three people who had nothing to do with the game, Susk, Chen Qianqian, and Mayfair, only Ye Zun survived.

The things of the dead were given to him by the game.

Mo Fei's ticket.

Yaya's guardian doll seems to be made of crude things by someone who is not good at handcrafts. It is ugly and cute.

I don't know whose dagger it is, the word "go home" is engraved on it, as if afraid of forgetting, the characters are deeply embedded in the body of the knife.

There are very few things left by the game. Those things that are judged to be worthless are scattered where they died, or left behind by the ghosts who followed them.

"If I die, what will be left behind?"

Probably nothing.

His backpack was always empty.

Although the dungeon has been cleared, the countdown to the end has not yet arrived, and the exit to leave this world has not yet been opened.

Ye Zun sat there for a long time, until night.

At 10:30, he walked along the steps to the peach grove on the hillside.

I heard that there is a legend in the Hushan campus that in April in spring, after 10:30 in the evening, you will meet a beautiful woman in the peach forest.

On the hillside, the most beautiful peach tree bloomed, when it first met its leaves.

Ye Zun stood there and slowly closed his eyes.

The wind blows, the insects sing, the stars and the moon shine.

He said softly: "I'm leaving here, can we meet again?"

At that time, Ye Zi told him not to look back, but to keep running, and he did so.

However, facing two ghosts at the same time, even Ye Zi died, was he injured?

"I want to know, just meet again and confirm it, okay?"

There was silence and no response.

He leaned against the peach tree, with gloomy eyebrows drooping, waiting quietly, without giving up.

a long time.

The feeling of gently touching the eyebrows with fingers is like a slightly heavier wind, slightly cool and gentle.

His eyebrows trembled, but he didn't dare to open them, for fear that they would disappear as soon as he opened them.

"Leaf." The nervous voice trembled slightly, afraid it was just an illusion.

"Aren't you afraid?" A clear and deep voice responded.

His brows and eyes twitched slightly, and there was a little excitement on his face. He reached out to hold Ye Zi's hand, but he held back, fearing that he would do something to break the illusion and force himself to remain still.

"It's Ye Zi, even if I become a ghost, I'm not afraid."

Compared with the agitation he endured, that person was very calm, and he could obviously feel a deep cold feeling that was different from others, like a gloomy but imperceptible softness.

"Why do you have so much confidence in me? There is a big difference between being alive and after death. As that person said, you didn't choose me in the end. Maybe I have resentment, and maybe I want to keep you like them. .”

Ye Zun's brows and eyelashes trembled, his quiet face was hazy and undefended and vaguely melancholy.

"You let me go, then."

"Well, because there are two competitors, I will let you go temporarily." The ghost calmly proved his untrustworthiness.

"Okay, if Ye Zi wants to kill me, then kill me."

With a sigh, with a sweet, gentle and loving emotion, she stepped forward to hug him, as if she had endured it for a long time and couldn't bear it long ago.

"It's too much."

Ye Zun, who was hugged so much, seemed to be a doll in that person's arms.

He wasn't used to such a weak form, and he showed a little patience, but he relaxed his body and cooperated for that person.

- is the ghost of the leaf, this is the leaf.

He tried very hard to relax himself, even raised his hand, trying to hug back.

The ghost just hugged him, hugged him too closely, making him unable to stand up straight, every part of his body was inseparably attached to each other.

Although he tried his best to respond, Ye Zun couldn't help trembling because of this excessive intimacy, as if he was about to be killed.

"Leaf...I...sorry..."

"Ah."

He's not the ghost of fear, he's the embrace of fear in excess.

It was as if he wanted to melt him into his body and merge them into one.

Sticking to the side of the neck is the delicate and cool neck of the other party.

It's just a hug, but it's like two souls are intertwined.

It's so scary to be lingering with each other and rubbing ears and temples together.

"Ye... Ye Ye... Don't..."

Under such a terrifying, intimate, skin-to-neck contact, Ye Zun felt that all the strength in his whole body was taken away from there, not only his strength, but also his five senses were also deprived.

Trembling, but not because of fear, fear has lost consciousness.

He couldn't feel anything, except the feeling that the skin on the side of his neck was magnified thousands of times and hundreds of times.

"I'm shaking." The ghost hugging him was calm, gloomy and gentle, "It's because it's too sensitive, and it's because it's the first time."

Like a small animal that has been strangled, every bone in his body is weak. If it wasn't for the ghost holding him, he couldn't even stand up, unable to move a finger.

"... Let go... let go..." It was like begging for mercy, but he couldn't even make a sound.

It's too scary, it's just the skin on the side of the neck sticking to the skin, it's just the blood vessels of the arteries sticking to the blood vessels of the arteries, why does it seem to be choked and slaughtered, with the mouth open, but can't breathe, lost self perception.

The cold voice was deep and soft, and whispered softly: "Is it just annoying? I don't feel the same as me. I think it's okay to be killed like this. Do you like it?"

"Why, why?" There was a crying voice, and tears flowed down the corners of his absent-minded eyes. He opened his eyes but seemed to be unable to see anything. All his senses were only the feeling of spreading around his neck.

Just touching each other's necks, the indescribable feeling was extremely terrifying, made him tremble, made him lose his resistance, and sank into the warm spring water, as if being drowned in an extremely gentle suffocation and drowning.

Does the ghost in front of you feel the same way?

Why doesn't he let go and run away, isn't he afraid?

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's just a hug." The low and cold voice murmured softly, "I've been looking at you from afar, as if I'm very lonely, and I don't fit in with them, are you looking for me?"

"You're... looking at me..."

"Well, I've been looking at you like that all the time. When you're talking to someone, no matter what you're talking about, you can't help but feel jealous when you see someone next to you."

"..." Jealousy, why?

"No matter who it is, even if it's a conflict with you, even if it's a life-and-death fight with you, I still feel jealous. Frowning unhappy, Gao Leng refused, hoping to look at me. Even if Even if I was rejected, I liked it."

"..." Lost.

"It's the same when I was fighting with that person. I thought, if only I were with me. I'm so envious, jealous. The first person you want to kill, why not me? You have been watching, exhausting all your thoughts and wisdom , the person who must be killed by all means, I hope it is me. Holding a knife, holding each other to a stalemate, between life and death, don’t you think it’s very romantic? It’s fine with me, why is it someone else?”

Ye Zun's eyes widened blankly.

"Do you find it incomprehensible? Why are you jealous of such a thing? I don't care what they think, whether it's abnormal or pathological. I just want to be with you all the time, to do anything, and to do anything."

"..." The melancholy and cold boy in the impression, the fragile and beautiful face under the long hair began to fluctuate, and overlapped with another vague black shadow.

Whispering in the ear, gloomy and obedient: "I want to go to your side, I obviously want to, but I don't know why, I seem to be more used to looking at you from a distance, and I like it when I look at you from a distance."

"Leaf, leaf."

"When I heard you say your name is Shen Yuan, my mind went blank, and I became excited. I like that you use my name. Don't be angry, I want to use your name too. It's very romantic to exchange names like this."

"..." The hand that responded to the hug dropped.

"Yezi, Shen Yuan. Ye Zi likes Shen Yuan, and you like me." The sweet and deep voice whispered in his ear with a smile, "Shen Yuan also likes Ye Zi."

In this way, one person completes the entire confession.

"Why don't you talk? Are you surprised? Probably not. Didn't the man named Mo Fei remind you many times that I'm different from what you see? You're not the same, no matter what I become, every time I will Do you recognize it?"

Ye Zun stood there, motionless, without resistance or struggle.

The ghost slowly hugged him tightly, no matter how tight it was, it seemed that it could hug him even tighter.

The gloomy voice was innocent and calm: "Why do you lie to yourself? Never doubt Ye Zi? Think about it carefully, there are actually many doubts. Isn't it impossible to trust anyone? Why is Ye Zi the only exception? It's because you are also moved. So , When I saw that I was dying, I was stung and felt desperate. Knowing the danger, I also appeared here and told me that it doesn’t matter if I was killed.”

He sighed, raised the corners of his lips, gloomy and sweet, in Ye Zun's ear, smiled, and whispered softly: "It's just a hug, why is the reaction so sensitive? Honey, you seem... hard."

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