After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

This time... I'm afraid I won't be able to escape.

The moment he was about to be touched by the tentacles, Zhou Changming had this thought in his mind.

But the expected excruciating pain did not come.

A burst of strong light stimulated him to open his eyes, and a long sword shining with pale golden light appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

Whether it was the quaint inscription on the sword, or the kindness emanating from the spiritual power, he couldn't help but exclaim:

"Shuangyun ancient sword?!"

It stands to reason that the existence in the game is absolutely impossible to project into reality.

But it wasn't just Shuangyun's ancient sword that was abnormal, even he himself had the imprint of the game.

Is this real, or another form of illusion?

But saving his life is the most important thing right now, Zhou Changming didn't have time to think deeply, he grabbed his sword and slashed towards a cluster of tentacles that were close at hand.

At the moment when the tentacles were cut off, there seemed to be a weak spiritual current pouring into his body along the blade.

The nearly exhausted physical strength quickly recovered a bit.

He was overjoyed, and cut off several tentacles one after another.

While his strength was still recovering, he quickened his pace and ran in the opposite direction of the flow of people.

Even if the "people" surrounding him can no longer be called human beings, he still can't treat them lightly like NPCs in the game.

When beheading the tentacles, try to avoid their vital points.

The distance at the end of the street is longer than imagined.

When he came to the crossroad where he was before, he realized in horror that the originally smooth road had been raised high, extending into the distance like a ladder.

Even if Shuangyun had the ancient sword in hand, he would not fly with the sword.

In addition, other roads were blocked by gravel, so he could only grit his teeth and rushed up along the main road.

The further you go, the higher the temperature around you.

The distance between the sky above the head and the road is constantly shortening, and at the end of the field of vision, they even meet in one place.

The scene in front of me is comparable to Inception.

If it wasn't for the fact that the exhaustion in his body was too real, Zhou Changming would almost suspect that he was dreaming.

The steeper the slope gets as he goes up, he leans on the ancient sword to keep his balance.

Cut off a few tentacles now and then to make sure you don't burn out.

The blurry sky gradually became clear in sight.

When he got closer, he could clearly see that the bright round in the sky was not the sun, but a huge vortex filled with golden electric light.

Its huge suction continuously disintegrates the buildings and vegetation below.

Among the debris, Zhou Changming saw two familiar figures ahead of the road.

One of them was a handsome young man.

With a longbow on his back, he was dressed in black light armor, his long hair was tied up high, and his sharp eyebrows were full of heroism.

The other is a bright and clear young man.

The snow-white fox fur set off her complexion like jade, and a little cinnabar mole on her forehead was fresh and moist.

Both of them smiled and looked at him:

"You finally came."

Zhou Changming couldn't believe his eyes for a moment.

You must know that the two who greeted him were none other than Yang Qiao and Qin Cangyan!

"You, you...why are you here?"

He didn't even know what to call the two of them.

After all, they are all roles that they have played.

Now that the three of them are talking back and forth like this, there is quite an illusion that they are mentally dividing.

"Indeed, in your memory, we have all died in the catastrophe."

Yang Qiao smiled helplessly, "But on a certain level, we always exist."

always exist?

Zhou Changming was puzzled: "Is it because my ID has always been valid? Or, I'm just a tester. When the game is put into operation, there will naturally be other people playing the same role as me..."

"That's not the case," Qin Cangyan interrupted him,

"This game is only for you from the beginning to the end."

"We can't say anything about the facts, but it's not as simple as a transaction for you to enter this game."

Yang Qiao also nodded and said, "Yes, your choice to become us is not just a systematic arrangement, and even everything you have done for Lin Chushu is not all due to the completion of the task."

Zhou Changming's eyes darkened, and a dull pain flashed through his heart.

Just hearing that person's name made him feel bitter and unbearable.

"Chang Ming, you shouldn't be staying here."

Qin Cangyan said seriously: "Whether it's Brother Yang or me, your nostalgia for Xiaoshu is entrusted to you. This feeling is far deeper than you imagined."

For his... nostalgia?

A faint blush crawled up Zhou Changming's cheeks, and his voice trembled a little:

"But, but I haven't found my brother yet, in case his life is in danger..."

His world has fallen apart.

But Zhou Changye was not among them.

If even the world he lives in is false, that person is the only bond he has with reality.

It is also the only key for him to find the answer.

"We don't know about your past, but if you don't leave here now, those faceless monsters will swallow you up sooner or later. Only when you leave here can we be freed."

"Did you see that vortex?" Qin Cangyan pointed behind him,

"It is the source of energy for this plane. Use Brother Yang's Rising Sun Bow and the ancient Shuangyun sword, and if you shoot it, this plane will collapse."

"Plane" is an unfamiliar word that Zhou Changming has never heard of.

He looked at Qin Cangyan in confusion, and said hoarsely:

"You mean, I want to destroy the world I've lived in since childhood?"

"There are many planes in Zhouhai, and the real world is only the one with the causal core. Now we have reached the core of this plane, as you can see, it is just a vortex with no beginning and no end."

Yang Qiao took off the longbow behind his back and handed it to him.

"It's time to end all this nonsense."

The huge amount of information hits the nerves.

Zhou Changming's lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

He took the Rising Sun Bow dumbly, and his eyes flicked over the feather-like smooth lines on the bow.

Then he raised the ancient Shuangyun sword, and slowly put it on the groove where the arrow was placed.

At the same time, Gu Jian seemed to have sensed some kind of call.

The slender sword body shrank rapidly, fitting into the groove.

"If you can see Xiaoshu again, remember to say sorry to him for me."

Qin Cangyan took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to cover the back of Zhou Changming's hand:

"I failed to fulfill my promise to participate in the morning dew test with him, and I didn't even have time to give him the hairpin polished by myself. My senior brother is really incompetent."

"Fortunately, everything is still in time."

Before he finished speaking, his hand holding Zhou Changming suddenly shone with a striking light.

Strands of golden-red air gushed out along the arm and injected into Zhou Changming's body.

"My Phoenix Flame Blood and Brother Yang's Rising Sun Bow are all given to you."

A satisfied smile spread across his face, and Yang Qiao behind him also showed the same expression.

With the loss of strength, the figures of the two gradually faded.

until it is reduced to nothingness.

"You..." Zhou Changming choked up his words, clutching the bow and arrow tightly in his hand.

He raised his hand suddenly, aimed at the center of the vortex and shot it out!

The moment he shot the arrow, great sadness suddenly surged in his heart.

I don't know if it's because of the hard-to-trace past, the missing brother, or the heartbroken person.

Shuang Yun's ancient sword roared and sank into the vortex.

Immediately afterwards, strips of blazing golden streamer tore the vortex apart.

A storm of violent energy swept down, covering the entire space in an instant.

……

"Enough, Lin Chushu!"

Chu Yuexi paced back and forth anxiously, finally couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to pull the paper-white man.

"Seven out of ten you have lost your body's essence and blood, and even the people in the underworld have been pulled back by you. Even if you are eager to save people, you should also consider your own life!"

But before his hand touched Lin Chushu's shoulder, it was bounced away by powerful spiritual power.

Excessive blood loss had made Lin Chushu extremely weak.

The scene in the field of vision is colorful and twisted into a ball, and it is even difficult to sit cross-legged.

Even so, his back was still straight.

Even though the state of the meridian was on the verge of collapse, he had no intention of giving up at all.

The pain of massive blood loss is actually not unfamiliar to him.

The duty of Mo Xingsi is to carry out the punishment and track down criminals, but those who can escape the sanction of Chaoyin Pavilion are ordinary people.

Every pursuit is as dangerous as a life-and-death fight.

Decades ago, his cultivation was far from what it is today.

One time when he went deep into the devil world to hunt down criminals, not only were all the accompanying disciples seriously injured and unable to fight anymore, even he himself was drawn into the depths of the formation.

Although he finally defeated the criminal, half of his body was blasted with large and small penetrating wounds, bleeding profusely, and he could only wait for Chaoyin Pavilion to send rescuers.

At that time, all vitality was flowing with the blood, and the five senses gradually declined.

He lay on the spot exhausted, and every time he was about to lose consciousness, he would be awakened desperately:

"Little guy, Lin Chushu! You can't sleep!"

"Shuang... Yun..."

The sword spirit's name was stuck in his throat, and every time he called it, he was full of blood.

"Hold on, Chaoyin Pavilion's reinforcements are coming soon..."

While cleaning up the remaining demon energy in the wound for him, the man found various herbs to help him stop the bleeding.

When he lost a lot of blood and felt cold all over, he hugged him naked to keep him warm.

"Without him, today... I would not be able to sit here."

The corners of Lin Chushushuang's mouth curled up slightly,

"If I could die for him, I would be willing."

"You...you are ridiculous!"

Chu Yuexi was so angry that his fingertips were shaking:

"Do you know that if the blood of the two people with the spiritual deed is interlinked to the extreme, they will immediately become one body and one heart. If you die, he will also not be able to live alone!"

But at this moment, Lin Chushu's face suddenly changed.

As the leader, he could clearly feel that the spiritual power belonging to Shuangyun's ancient sword in Zhou Changming's body suddenly became stronger.

The other two strands of spiritual power also weakened rapidly, unable to resist anymore.

The moment of life and death is at this moment!

With a wave of his arm, he protected Zhou Changming's meridians regardless of the consumption of spiritual power, and launched a final impact on the chaotic power in that person's body.

Under the ebb and flow, this long tug-of-war finally ushered in a change.

The power of the sword spirit devoured the two strands of spiritual power little by little, turning them into a mighty spiritual flow, soaking into every inch of Zhou Changming's meridians.

In other words, the three forces in Zhou Changming's body can already be used by him.

After time and practice, he will no longer be that fragile mirage.

As soon as the tense nerves were loosened, the drainage vessels connecting the two of them were broken bit by bit.

Lin Chushu swayed and fell on his back.

At the moment of losing consciousness, he still remembered holding Zhou Changming tightly in his arms.

His back hit the hard ground, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

The weak but steady breathing of the person in his arms is enough to heal all the pain and exhaustion.

He sank and passed out.

……

A scorching storm swept over everything, and the enveloping heat almost melted the bone marrow.

Zhou Changming's eyes were blurred for a while, and when his consciousness came back again, his vision gradually became clear, and he didn't know how long it had passed.

He rubbed his eyes and stood up.

Underneath is a soft bed, and the nearby night pearl emits a faint light, reflecting the curtain swaying in the wind.

Hazy, like a dream.

There was a long breathing sound from beside him.

He turned his head and saw Lin Chushu with his eyes closed, lying quietly beside him.

The man fell asleep soundlessly, like a silent painting, so delicate and shocking, but without warmth.

Zhou Changming's ears felt hot, and his heartbeat also accelerated. He couldn't help but quietly reached out and stroked his cheek.

The next moment, those eyes opened without warning.

Lin Chushu just stared at the dazed Zhou Changming.

The dark eyes are as deep as a millennium cold pool, making people unable to see through the turbulent emotions under the water.

Zhou Changming seemed to read a bit of longing and joy in that person's emotional rift.

But those thoughts were covered by the undertone of despair, and people could only taste the bone-chilling coldness.

No questioning, no anger, no surprise.

The cold kiss fell like a handful of fresh snow, gently touching the corners of his lips:

"Welcome back."

(End of this volume)

The author has something to say: woo woo woo finally reunion!

The next volume, Tianjie Youwei, I hope that interested little angels will continue to chase after it, many Shura fields, love-hate entanglements, and life-and-death separation are already being loaded~