Doomsday Wood Ruler

Hughes didn't know what he was thinking.

Obviously the opportunity is in front of us, isn't it?

The existence of Shen Mu was just an accident.Since he separated the soul fragment, he decided that one day he would correct this accident, didn't he?

A human being who has grown up for 19 years.

Even if in terms of lifespan, he is only one-fifth of a hundred years old, so what?If he hadn't fused the soul fragments, he wouldn't have survived long in this troubled world.

Hughes thought like this, as if he was looking for some excuse, the blade in his hand couldn't move forward at all.

The soul corridor that belongs to him, coupled with the long time of cultivation in God's Choice Continent, determined that Shen Mu is at an absolute disadvantage here.Although it is not impossible to fight back, it is almost the same.So, why not start?Just push forward a little bit, and tear this immature soul into pieces, wouldn't it be all right?

Shen Mu looked at the knife on his chest.

The shape of the saber he holds is exactly the same as in real life.

Even the fine scratches on the handle of the knife are exactly the same.

In order to perfectly play "Shen Mu", Hughes really put a lot of thought into it and observed it very carefully.

Presumably, this is also the reason why he is confident that Shen Hao and others will not find out after everything is done, right?

Have to say, a little naive.

Something like intuition, or something like a sixth sense, is irrational. Even if you can't see any flaws on the surface, you will still feel something is wrong after getting along for a long time. ——Of course, Shen Mu felt that Shen Hao should not have such delicate nerves.

The sharp point of the knife was about to touch his heart now.

Since this place is called the Soul Corridor, is the so-called heart still a vital part?

Inexplicable thoughts wandered for a moment, Shen Mu lowered his eyelids, and his gaze stayed on the sharp blade, the sharpest part had sunk into his chest, causing sharp pain, but strangely, no blood flowed out.

What a strange place.

For residents living on the science side, things on the magic side are really incomprehensible. For example, although it is a dark place, bubbles can be seen in color, and sabers can also emit a dazzling cold light.

Shen Mu could clearly feel that strength was passing from his body bit by bit, the pain seemed to be severe but also slow, his heart was still beating, and he was very close to the tip of the knife that could hurt it, and he could even feel inexplicable pain. the chill.Shen Mu raised his eyes and looked at the young man in white robe.

The other party seemed to be haunted, immersed in another world, and there was a hint of depression in his eyes. Something was surging deep inside, as if he was struggling with ups and downs.

It's tears.

It was a strange sight.

Two teenagers with the same appearance were sitting and lying down, and the sitting one stabbed into the chest of the person below with a sharp knife. He was clearly in the upper hand, but she was crying, as if he was very sad, and his temperament was like a fragile body. Like glazed glass, it seems that it will shatter at the slightest touch.

Shen Mu's heart is crap.

A touch of sadness.

It looks like he is the one who is about to hit the street, right?

Why is there a sense of déjà vu that "the infatuated woman kills the heartless man, tears fall like rain from heartbreak"?

Simply.

He decides to maintain a high-quality silence until the hanging point.

However, Hughes was probably planning to let him taste that life is worse than death, and there was no next move. Shen Mu finally couldn't help it, and sighed: "Can you stop crying?"

"I cried?"

Hughes woke up like a dream.

"..."

Shen Mu reluctantly hooked the corners of his lips: "Can you have a good time?" He already had the urge to stab the opponent's hand, but the nature of that seemed to be different, he killed himself instead.Shen Mu closed his eyes, opened them after a long time, and smiled with strength: "Could it be reluctance?"

The knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Shen Mu: "..."

With red eyes, Hughes looked at him as if he had been bullied, then kicked a certain saber away, and fell on top of him and cried loudly.

Even when he was crying, his voice was forbearing and aggrieved.

Shen Mu: "..."

The depth of his eyes changed several times, and the lying boy finally raised his hand, put it on the other person's hair, rubbed it hard a few times, and then lightened his strength.

Even though there were many exchanges, the close connection allowed the two parties to spy on each other's life from time to time, but Shen Mu felt that he still didn't know much about Hughes.

The 11-year-old boy performed miracles and saw the overwhelming plants drowning the sinners. The tragic death did not make his eyes flutter a little, and the education of the temple, even if God loves the world, must not love heresy... So , why are you so soft-hearted?

Strength gradually recovered.

The dark corridor seemed to have the effect of nourishing the soul. Shen Mu felt a kind of sleepiness, and the hand stroking the hair on his body became slower and slower, and then stopped moving.

Hughes rose slowly.

His mood calmed down a lot, and he was able to think about things calmly. The sharp saber Huo De disappeared a few meters away, and then reappeared in his hand, and he looked into Shen Mu's eyes, with complicated emotions in it.

For those who have never experienced a small black room, it is hard to imagine how cruel it is.

Staying alone, the light and sound are lost, the boundless darkness breeds boundless fear, and the shadows transform into giant beasts from ancient times, but they don't engulf you all at once, but let out a strange laugh, the cat Watching you being tortured and devoured bit by bit like a joking mouse.

Hughes was trapped in white space.

Except for the difference in color, there is no difference from the small black house.

If the days like this go on for a long time, I'm afraid his consciousness will be wiped out. All the warmth that happened on God's Choice Continent is a preparation for the final sacrifice. ...he had to think of something else, had to create new memories.

God's will is endless, every night, where he is, there will be a child visiting.

Its name is Shen Mu, and it is the "half body" that Hughes participated in creating.

From babies, to toddlers, to teenagers.

When the half-body fell into dreamland, it was the time to meet him. At this time, the souls of the same origin naturally got close, and the picture of the past evolved.Correspondingly, when he was half awake, Hughes was imprisoned in a white space. Apart from sleeping, he could only pass the time by constantly recalling what happened at night.

In repeated memories, he remembered all the details of getting along with each other very firmly.

Even if the getting along is not with him, but with his past in the picture.

Hughes thought that when the time was right, he would kill Shen Mu without hesitation, replace this identity and integrate into this world flawlessly, but when it came time to do it, he found that everything was not so easy.

The seated teenager finally dropped his weapon.

The long eyelashes fluttered up and down like butterfly wings. Hughes blinked his eyes and looked at the large and small bubbles floating in the corridor.

So many memories suddenly flooded into my mind——

In the room of pure gold, the puffy bear poked the delicate cheek of the baby in the cradle: "You are cuter than my brother! It's decided, you will call me Dad from today, and I will protect you, understand?"

Baby: "Wow—!"

The serving nun asked anxiously: "What's the matter, is there any discomfort?"

The bear child squeezed the baby's little fleshy hand again, and shook his head: "The claws haven't grown yet."

The baby danced and kicked, the nun was in a hurry, and seemed to suddenly realize: "It must be bedwetting!" She gently lifted the baby's lower body, revealing the white and tender butt, of course, the brat next to him poked it a few more times, With the "tsk tut" sound, the baby moved more.

The bear boy sighed, and tried his best to sound old-fashioned: "Children nowadays are really difficult to serve."

"……Wow--"

The screen turns.

The white-robed child is working hard to learn language and characters. There are N textbooks. Under the eager onlookers of A Piao who has also grown into a child, there is a faint smile on his lips, and he chooses the most difficult and difficult language. I understand the book, and seeing the other party crying, I feel very relieved.

Yes, Hughes can affect the "self" in the dream to a certain extent.

Without Shen Mu's knowledge, the two had already known each other and had some interactions.

I thought it was just an insignificant little memory, but it was inadvertently engraved in my heart, thinking that after this person disappears, he will be truly alone on earth, the only visitor from another world, no matter who he is. No one can really understand and understand his feelings, he...

Hesitated.

The right to choose is firmly in your hands, and once you choose, there is no room for regret.

When Shen Mu woke up, he was still in the dark corridor, and Hughes sat blankly on the side, looking quite dazed.

The chest injury had disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, Shen Mu slowly got up, walked lightly to another person and sat down.

He took him into his arms.

Such a posture made the difference in height appear, and Hughes' head rested on Shen Mu's chest, giving people the illusion of being petite.

Does the soul also have body temperature?

But the feeling of warmth, lingering.

Shen Mu wrapped around the waist of the man in his arms with one hand, tightly surrounded him, lowered his head slightly, and approached his ear.

Hughes didn't move.

He seemed to know what was going to happen, but he didn't seem to know anything, he just kept silent docilely, his heart beating faster and faster.

The earlobe is covered.

The warm touch was unhurried, and the exhaled breath was lingering and moist. The sacrificial gesture obviously pleased the other party. He heard Shen Mu's soft and laughing voice, which penetrated from his ears to his mind and even his soul: "Really It's fragile. Leave it to me."

A sweet voice called his name: "Hughes."

The cloth was untied by nimble hands, flames ignited all over his body, and layers upon layers of waves hit him irregularly, pushing him up and down...

The traces of reason finally completely disappeared.

Shen Mu kissed the tear-filled eyes, and said softly, "Go to sleep."