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

The disaster that swept through Chaolushi soon spread among the Three Realms.

The "Magic Heart Stone", unknown to most people before, has quickly become a mysterious and terrifying concept. People are suspicious of it, and they don't know when this haze will hang over their heads.

But on the other hand, the feat of the head of the Chaoyinge ink criminal department to turn the tide is also widely spread invisibly.

All of a sudden, various rumors about this Immortal Venerable emerged.

Theories such as the lone star of the evil spirit and unknown birth first appeared, but it was not long before they were covered up by the deeds of slaying demons and demons and resisting foreign aggression.

What's more, as the only person in the Three Realms who can restrain the Demon Heart Stone so far, he was immediately regarded as a spiritual pillar by the worried public.

A month later, in a teahouse in a small border town in mainland China.

The storyteller is talking about Lin Chushu's extermination of ghost cities in the demon world with great interest.

"...The squirrel demon saw that the situation was not good, so he wanted to run away. Immortal Jiangyue couldn't allow it to be presumptuous, and the Zhuolang sword came out of its sheath in response, and directly stabbed it right through!"

"The squirrel demon was still thinking about dying, but it grabbed the mature mirage beside him and dedicated it to Immortal Jiangyue."

"Sir, what is a mirage?"

A young scholar asked a question.

"The so-called mirage is one of the races in the spiritual domain. It has a beautiful face and a sweet scent. It is an excellent cauldron that cultivators flock to."

The storyteller shook his head and said, "It's a pity that Immortal Jiangyue is an upright person, how could he bow down to such temptations, and immediately backhanded his sword, killing that evildoer."

Hearing the highlights, the crowd immediately cheered again and again.

They were all immersed in the story, so no one noticed, a slender figure in red quietly left the crowd and walked towards the distance.

The breeze blew up the veil hanging from his bamboo hat, revealing a delicate and small chin, his lips were as red as spring cherry blossoms, and his skin was as white as jade.

It was Zhou Changming who concealed his appearance.

He hurried all the way, and it took him nearly a month to reach this small town on the edge of the mainland.

After leaving Chaoyin Pavilion, he has been trying to quit the game.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the system couldn't give any response, even if he repeatedly stimulated him with spiritual power, it didn't help at all.

Therefore, there is only one last solution left, which is to try to find the edge of the game map and forcibly trigger the system protection mechanism.

Although the modeling of "Wu Shuang Shen Yu" is very perfect, it is far from being comparable to the real world.

Whether it is the mortal world, the demon world or the spiritual realm, there are boundaries. Once the player crosses it, they will enter the transgressive zone and automatically enter the system interface.

Obviously, the opportunity to leave completely is close at hand, but he can't stop hesitating in his heart.

People around him hurried past, but his pace became slower and slower until he subconsciously stopped in front of a restaurant.

"Guest officer, would you like to try the freshly baked pastries?"

Beside the table stall, the young proprietress greeted with a smile, "Our crabapple cake and pea yellow cake are the sweetest and delicious, and they only cost five cents for a pack each!"

Zhou Changming was noncommittal, and before he realized it, he had already paid the bill and held the warm pastry bag in his arms.

He opened the paper bag, picked up a piece of crabapple cake and put it in his mouth.

A trace of sweetness melted between the lips and teeth, inadvertently triggering a certain memory valve, and the scene in front of him suddenly faded.

In a daze, he seemed to see that handsome man in white again, holding a delicate pastry on his cold lips, and gently pecking at the corner of his mouth.

The sweetness is the same as before, but the coolness and the ebony fragrance that penetrates into the bones are gone.

The turbulent emotions came without warning, and when Zhou Changming realized something was wrong, his face was already wet.

He hurriedly raised his hand to wipe it off, but couldn't stop the tears from pouring down his face.

The sour taste came fiercely and urgently, as if on the eve of collapse.

Longing to the bone has already corroded and festered the internal organs, once touched, blood will flow into rivers, and there will be no redemption.

Zhou Changming held his lips tightly, enduring the broken sobs in his throat.

Along the way, he still couldn't help but inquire about all kinds of news about Lin Chushu.

I heard that the man had recently set out for the Demon Realm again under the orders of the Pavilion Master Chaoyin, and wiped out a force in the Western Territory that was implicated in the Demon Heart Stone.

After this battle, Lin Chushu's personal prestige can be said to be rising steadily, and the current owner of Chaoyin Pavilion is very old. There are rumors in the market that he seems to intend to pass on the position of pavilion owner to that person.

Perhaps when Lin Chushu finishes his mission and returns to Chaoyin Pavilion, everything will be decided.

That's fine too.

Zhou Changming thought silently.

The ultimate task of entering the game is to ensure that Lin Chushu can reach the Mahayana smoothly.

Now he is not far from the advancement of his skills, and he is in a high position with abundant resources, presumably there will be noble people to help him when he crosses the catastrophe, so that he can get through it safely.

Perhaps, there is no need for this self who will only hinder him to sacrifice tragically in front of his eyes.

Zhou Changming covered his eyes, but tears still flowed down his fingers.

……

The autumn rains have been continuous for the past few days, and the mountains of Xingyu Island are always shrouded in clouds and mist, especially the mountain where Xuanjisi is located.

As soon as Che Jingshu entered the door with a few thick clothes, she heard a crisp cracking sound, as if someone accidentally broke the porcelain.

Could it be...

Thinking of a certain possibility, her heart sank, she hurriedly put her clothes aside, and pushed open the door of the bedroom.

There was no sound in the room, only a woman in purple shirt was sitting in front of the dresser, with her arms resting on the edge of the table.

On the ground directly under her arm, the porcelain powder box shattered into several pieces, and the milky white powder was scattered all over the ground.

"Why are you so careless..."

Seeing that nothing happened, Che Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief, she came to Yin Xiangrong's side, and was about to use the cleansing formula to clean her body, when she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.

"Master, you..."

She turned pale for a moment, and pointed her trembling fingers at Yin Xiangrong's arm that was exposed outside her sleeve.

The forearm, which was originally as white as a water chestnut lotus root, was already covered with hideous purple-black markings.

In severe cases, the skin and flesh are even rolled up, and pus of the same color oozes out.

"What the fuss is doing."

Compared to Che Jingshu's panic, Yin Xiangrong appeared extremely calm.

When Lin Chushu detoxified her a month ago, she had warned her that if she used her spiritual power blindly, the magic heart stone toxin in her body would definitely not be able to be suppressed.

But the time constraints did not allow her to rest and recuperate.

Yin Xiangrong frowned.

One month ago, Yi Jinlan suddenly vomited blood and fell into a coma. Although she soon regained consciousness under the treatment of the chief doctor, Pei Xueyin, she looked extremely strange.

It was an indescribable feeling.

Obviously, from the outside, that person is no different from before, even more energetic.

But she always vaguely felt that the person facing her was not the amiable and amiable senior in the past, but someone else.

So she secretly divided her natal Lingwu Shadow Tracing Orb into several pieces, and took advantage of the elders' meeting to quietly leave one on Yi Jinlan.

It consumes a huge amount of spiritual power to maintain the operation of the spiritual martial arts.

But Lin Chushu has been sent to the Demon Realm, beyond her reach, and she is the only one left in the center of power.

If something really went wrong with Yi Jinlan, the consequences would undoubtedly be disastrous.

What is the spread of toxins in comparison?

"Is there any news about Ah Chu?"

Yin Xiangrong used a blindfold to cover up the spots on his skin, and said in a deep voice.

"According to the scout disciples, Chief Lin has basically quelled the turmoil in the Demon Realm and helped dispel the remaining Demon Heart Stone forces. He should be able to return to Chaoyin Pavilion in a few days."

Even Che Jingshu's voice trembled.

Accompanying Yin Xiangrong every day, she certainly knows how fast the toxin spreads.

But in just one month, the Demon Heart Stone had already occupied Yin Xiangrong's entire left arm.

Its spreading speed is also directly related to the consumption of spiritual energy.

If she continues to be unrestrained like this, until the toxin invades her heart veins, even the Immortal Da Luo will be hard to save.

"Master, my disciple begs you, take care of your body more..."

These words were almost tinged with tears, Che Jingshu held Yin Xiangrong's wrist, tears streaming down her eyes.

"Extreme times and extraordinary measures. Besides, Ah Chu is still here. What are you so worried about?"

Yin Xiangrong smiled and pinched her face, comforting her softly.

But having said that, she still had no idea.

Even though Lin Chushu saved his life with the method of sealing the pulse, since Yi Jinlan woke up, he rushed to the Demon Realm non-stop, and there was no chance to rest and adjust during this period.

I don't know if the heavy injury on his body has healed a little.

Thinking of this, her heart throbbed again.

I don't know if it was caused by the toxin of the Demon Heart Stone. Recently, she has always felt weak and weak, with a heavy burden on her heart, feeling quite depressed and uneasy when the mountain rain is about to come.

The more the other members of the Presbyterian Church kept to themselves, the stronger this uneasy feeling became.

Ah Chu, you must be safe.

Yin Xiangrong bit her red lips lightly, and cast her gaze to the dark sky outside the window.

……

Five days later, Zhou Changming finally reached the edge of the continent.

The fine white sand beach melted into the sea ten meters away, but the scenery in the distance was not as illusory as he imagined, but looked very realistic.

The coast here is empty and desolate, and there are no boats for long-distance travel.

He struggled for a while, and decided to use Shuangyun's ancient sword to fly with the sword, trying to reach the game boundary in the sea.

With a thought, the long sword with Baoguang flowing appeared out of thin air.

He stroked the simple and heavy lines on the sword, felt the cordial emotion from the sword, and suddenly felt grief and couldn't help it.

This sword has been warmed in Lin Chu Shuzhi Sea for nearly a hundred years.

Although the spiritual power failed to restore its sword heart, it was inevitably infiltrated by Lin Chushu's spiritual consciousness.

When I injected spiritual power into the sword, that extremely familiar breath would sweep over, and it seemed that the man was always by his side in a trance, never leaving half a step away.

Zhou Changming took a deep breath, calmed down his turbulent mood, raised his breath and flew up with his sword.

The houses and trees under him gradually shrank in his field of vision. When the ancient sword reached a certain height, he accelerated his speed and flew towards the boundless sea.

The wind whistled in my ears, but it couldn't cover the increasingly obvious heartbeat.

Zhou Changming was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe, he pursed his lips and waited for the system interface to appear.

However, the development of the situation completely exceeded his expectations.

He flew with the sword for half an hour, and the distance covered was at least a hundred miles.

But not only was the sea in front of him still endless, there wasn't even any system notification.

How could this be?

Could it be that the world modeling of "Wu Shuang God's Domain" has expanded to the point where even players cannot touch the boundaries?

That being said, the closer to the edge of the game, the rougher the game should be modeled.

But he flew so far, not only the surrounding scenery is still the surging sea and the distant sky, but also the cool wind that blows against his face also has a salty smell that belongs to the ocean.

Could it be that this is not just a game world, but...

As soon as this thought came to mind, a sharp pain surged, and he swayed, almost losing his balance.

What is going on?

In my mind, there seems to be a hard barrier.

Whenever he has any doubts about the existence of the game world, it will cause severe pain, making him unable to continue thinking.

Even once this idea is shelved, it won't be long before he believes in the game system again.

Zhou Changming resisted the throbbing pain in his forehead, and his face became pale.

Why didn't he finally notice these abnormalities until this moment?

Well, if what you experience is not a pure game world——

Where is the boundary between real and virtual?

For example, Lin Chushu, Qiu Sheng, Jiang Yuzhuo, Yin Xiangrong...

Are they real people, or just a bunch of fictional data?

Did Yang Qiao, Qin Cangyan, and Sword Spirit, who I had role-played in the past, actually exist, or did they only remain in his and Lin Chushu's memories?

His thoughts were too heavy, and Zhou Changming couldn't bear it any longer. He stepped on the ancient sword and landed slowly on the sea.

The cognitive impact of all this on him was too great.

If the above conjecture is true, then the emotion he is indulging in and the person in his heart are all real.

It is not the so-called obsession, nor is it selfish and willful.

He just really fell in love with that person named Lin Chushu, and wanted to spend his long life with him every day and every night.

The balance, which was thought to be immutable, began to tilt slowly again.

On one end is the younger brother whose life or death is uncertain, and on the other end is the infatuated and obsessive lover who has been let down by him.

Perhaps something was wrong with the system command he believed in at the time.

Maybe Lin Chushu didn't kill Ye Qingyi out of jealousy at all, but because that person was indeed an infected person, but he refused to listen to Lin Chushu's explanation, blindly indulging in the cage of thinking.

What's more, he actually regarded him as an npc.

Even without the slightest doubt or hesitation, he gave up everything in embarrassment.

The icy waves wet the corners of his clothes, Zhou Changming raised his chin slightly in a daze, and cast his absent-minded eyes on the distant sea and sky.

I saw that in the originally clear sky, a thick haze gradually spread, and mountain-like black clouds rolled in one after another, but there was no cloud and rain.

Not only that, but from time to time, fierce blue and red lightning flashed through the clouds. Even if they were extremely far apart, they could clearly feel that there was a majestic spiritual power circulating rapidly in it.

This is... Du Jieyun?

Zhou Changming has faced it three times so far, and he will never mistake this kind of astronomical phenomenon.

It's just that this piece of Transcending Tribulation Cloud is larger than any one he has seen before.

Just the moment it flew by, the terrifying pressure almost made him unable to breathe.

With such a tyrannical Transcending Tribulation Cloud, the advanced monks it rushed to were probably not ordinary people.

Zhou Changming caressed his heart and stared at the direction where the clouds were going away, which was the other end of the unreachable continent.

And that direction is exactly where he came from in the first place.

The blood suddenly faded from his cheeks like a tide.

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