Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Ge Xiu was startled.

That's what he was aiming for in the first place.

Since entering this world, whether it's a high-profile provocation against the game, or unscrupulously showing the difference between yourself and other players in this world, it's all for this moment——

However, when this moment really came, he was a little at a loss.

This is very strange, obviously all of this is the same as what he imagined, but when he actually heard his name from the other party's mouth, Ge Xiu still couldn't help but his mind went blank for a moment.

Maybe it was because of the tone of the other party's voice.

That slow, sincere, gentle, and cherished way of articulating words gently turns every syllable on the tip of the tongue, like a sigh from a nightmare, but there seems to be some strong and deep emotions hidden in it , cannot be summed up in simple words like love and hate, persistent and profound, turbulent and thick, overwhelming him in a flash, drowning him without warning.

Perhaps it was because of the look in the eyes of the other party when he whispered his name.

Ge Xiu couldn't describe... what he saw in the eyes of the other party.

He can see his own reflection.

Ge Xiu's shrinking figure was reflected on the dark irises, as if he was firmly imprisoned in the depths of the opponent's pupils, and there was nothing but himself.

It's frighteningly focused.

The man stared at him blankly and in a daze. Following the exit of those two words, Ge Xiu could clearly feel that the eyes of the other party were gradually becoming clearer and deeper, just like every world he had experienced from The other party's mind flashed across.

Lu Lai, Yi Leinuo, Lovett, Haines, Zuo Yan, Shen Boyan, Xie Shili, Julong——he seemed to see the shadows of everyone in the depths of each other's eyes, gradually settling down and becoming more determined , it seems that everyone is alive in his eyes for a moment, and then disappears in the next second, leaving only an afterimage. And very familiar people.

He stared at Gexiu with such astonished, joyful, complex and deep eyes, as if he had known him for a long time, but also as if he had never met him.

It seems like a lifetime away, but also deja vu.

Such deep-seated and paranoid turbulent emotions, even if they have not been exported, make people feel suffocating and heavy.

Gexiu couldn't be more clearly aware of the changes in the man in front of him.

It was as if the real man was slowly waking up from the character setting endowed by the virtual world, and the man who was sleeping under the shackles and illusions broke free little by little.

Ge Xiu was in a daze for a moment.

At that moment, he seemed to see that in the light blue nutrient solution, the pitch-black eyelashes trembled slightly, and the eyes opened little by little. Through the black hair floating in the blue liquid, through the thick and thick The metal wall looked at him, and space and time no longer had meaning—two people were at the two ends of the world, looking at each other from the other side of reality and illusion.

Ge Xiu had seen a certain part, a certain profile of this person in every virtual world in the past.

But, in fact, he is not the glorious god of war of the alliance, not the fallen god of war, not the monarch, not the star thief, not the dragon...

He was a complete stranger to Ge Xiu, but an extremely familiar person.

Everyone Gosho had met was like him, but he wasn't like anyone.

This feeling...is too weird.

While Ge Xiu was in a daze, the man trampled on his feet suddenly raised his hand to hold his ankle, and his cold and slender fingers gently wrapped around his thin and lonely wrist bones.

The temperature of the fingers is like ice, so cold that it seems to penetrate the muscles and bones.

Ge Xiu shivered, subconsciously stepped back, trying to get rid of the opponent's grasp, but he forgot that his ankle was still firmly held in the opponent's hand, lost his balance for a moment, and fell backward——

In the next second, the cold touch from behind caught him, and while supporting his weight, it slowly snaked along his side waist and thighs, firmly fixing him in place.

Ge Xiu was startled and turned his head to look.

The huge white bone clock behind him did not know when it actually spread out. The cold and hard bones stretched out, overlapping to form a huge bone base, stretching and intersecting, like birch branches pointing to the sky, at an unbelievable speed It was growing, enveloping his body in it, unable to break free before he knew it.

"boom--"

A dull roar echoed in the hall, as if everything was vibrating with that mysterious rhythm.

The chandelier above the head was shaking, and the debris on the wall fell down, and the roar of friction between the steel, soil and bricks could even be heard.

The dungeon builder broke free from his own human framework, he is no longer restricted by the established script, and is rapidly stretching his sense of existence—his existence impacts everything around him, and the whole world is rapidly collapsing.

The man came over.

He stared at Gosho.

The blood on his chest no longer flowed, instead, it dissipated into the air little by little like blood mist.

The ceiling above the head was shattered, and the gap like a spider web was rapidly spreading, collapsing, and then disappeared without a trace the moment it fell to the ground—just now people could still hear the panicked hissing and screaming , but I don’t know when it started, I can’t hear anything anymore, only the whistling wind is circling around in the empty void.

The floor beneath him cracked, vibrated, shook, screamed.

But the sound seemed to no longer exist, and the silence was like water seeping into a sponge, heavy and stuffy in my heart, absorbing everything silently.

The bone clock behind him is still growing unscrupulously, piercing through the sky, filling the sky, fixing the broken steel and bricks in the snow-white branches, and occupying all the space crazily.

The man leaned down and kissed Gosho.

The white bones surrounding the young man's waist made a light "click" sound, and turned into fine dust the moment he was touched by his fingers—the possessive embrace of the bones was forcefully restrained and forced back, and in the blink of an eye, It becomes invisible, but revolves around the two of them, competing for the rare space and gap.

The hard white bones were replaced by the man's slender fingers.

He gently and irresistibly embraced the young man in his arms, wrapping him airtight in his own protective layer.

Some kind of voice from the depths of the soul is clamoring and agitating.

Gexiu couldn't hear what it was saying - but he could clearly feel the weird force majeure, pulling him towards a safe and warm shelter.

Fall into each other's embrace.

The place of peace constructed with body temperature, lips, arms, and fingertips.

Familiar as if already familiar, distant as if long forgotten.

He struggled to regain his sanity, pushed the opponent's shoulder with his palm, and stepped back: "...wait—"

The man complied.

He seemed never to question Gosho's decisions, tolerant and patient as if he could tolerate all his actions - and never said anything.

Gosho took a breath and raised his head.

His voice was hoarse: "You...you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ge Xiu raised his hand suddenly, vainly blocking the other party's eyes: "—Don't look at me like that."

That kind of look... Ge Xiu didn't know how to describe it, but under such gaze, he felt more and more confused, even a little at a loss, and even forgot what he should say.

Under Ge Xiu's palm, the other party was silent for a while.

Immediately afterwards, the man's forehead leaned forward and gently touched Ge Xiu's palm.

He blinked, and the long eyelashes gently scraped against Ge Xiu's palm, like feathers, they would leave as soon as they were touched, a little itchy.

"it is good."

Gosho: "..."

It did absolutely nothing to improve his confusion.

"You...remember everything?"

This question is really too stupid and too obvious. It is simply asking knowingly. Ge Xiu regretted it the moment he asked it—but he was eager to break the stagnant and sticky atmosphere in the air. The wish was even a little too urgent, and he blurted it out before he had time to make a decision.

"An experience in a virtual world?" the man replied, "Yes."

"But other things..." He raised his hand, gently grabbed Ge Xiu's wrist, and pulled his hand out of his eyes: "No."

His fingers are cold.

The man's eyes drooped slightly, his dark and deep eyes were hidden under his eyelashes, and his voice was as soft as a sigh: "I have never forgotten anything."

Gosho was taken aback.

The man lowered his head and kissed his lips softly, the cold and soft lips pressed against his, and then, a hard and round object was pressed against Ge Xiu's teeth by the tip of his tongue. List.

A warm and sweet breath diffused over.

Ge Xiu was a little taken aback.

He opened his teeth subconsciously, and sucked the sugar ball—it was low-quality, tasted like industrial saccharin, and the sweetness was a bit harsh, almost choking his throat.

The sound of the dungeon and the collapse of the world resounded outside the bones, and the sound of falling and collapsing was isolated from the outside, but it seemed very far away, like an illusion that was easily dissipated.

"Cracking."

Gosho crushed the sugar ball.

Sharp shards stung the tip of his tongue.

At that moment, the familiar smell awakened the deliberately hidden memory in the depths of Gexiu's mind, and some kind of almost spiritual force hit him like a heavy hammer.

"Well--!"

Ge Xiu let out a muffled snort, his eyes suddenly went dark, his knees bent subconsciously, and he led him down.

The man hugged Gexiu tightly, and took his sliding body into his arms.

"You want to know everything about Pandora, don't you?" His voice was very low and deep, close to Gosho's ear:

"……as you wish."

my sweetheart.