After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Wang Chao and his two younger brothers were fighting in the game. When he got excited, he kicked Zhou Hanguang's chair, and said sweetly, "Fuck, this person is a fool!"

Zhou Hanguang closed his eyes and opened his eyes, staring at him with murderous eyes: "Quiet!"

Wang Chao didn't care so much, and started the next game, talking with his little brothers non-stop.

Li Lun, who was sitting at the side reading a book, got up and reported to Zhou Hanguang: "Teacher, I have to go back to the dormitory."

"What are you doing back home?" Zhou Hanguang asked.

Li Lun said: "My homework was left in the dormitory, and it was due tomorrow. I suddenly remembered that there was still a problem to do."

He didn't look very anxious, he didn't seem to be rushing to get his homework, but he seemed to want to go for a walk.

Zhou Hanguang didn't quite believe it: "Really?"

"Really." Li Lun frowned.

The anxiety seems to be real now, but Yan Zhijin told Zhou Hanguang that he should take good care of the safety of these students, and that they should not be allowed to go out without notice.

So Zhou Hanguang asked, "Can't I get it tomorrow?"

Li Lun looked down at the toes of his shoes, tapped his toes on the ground quickly and slightly, and said, "I'm afraid I won't be in time for the eight o'clock class tomorrow morning."

They are all from students. Of course Zhou Hanguang understands how impatient he is, but he still dare not let go of the safety issue.

He thought about it, and discussed with Li Lun: "Well, I'll have someone bring it to you later. You go to bed first, and get up early in the morning to make up."

"No!" Li Lun blurted out.

His face was flushed, and the veins in his neck were bulging, like some kind of savage monster in human skin.

Although he had only known each other for half an hour, he had always behaved politely, and suddenly got excited, which shocked Zhou Hanguang.

His tone softened unconsciously: "Okay, then go and come back quickly."

Li Lun responded, picked up his bag, bowed his head and walked quickly to the door.

"By the way, bring some food back," Wang Chao yelled at him, eyes still on the game, "I'm starving to death."

Li Lun didn't answer and went out directly.

After 10 minutes, he came back with a bag of fried chicken drink and put the bag on Wang Chao's table.

"Where do you put it? Did you deliberately block me?" Wang Chao pushed the bag away impatiently, and when he saw the delicious fried chicken, he changed the subject, "Yo, your hands and feet are quite fast... Hey, you run so fast What are you going to do?"

When he was talking, Li Lun had already walked to the door, nodded to Zhou Hanguang, and his thin back disappeared into the corridor lightly.

Wang Chao rubbed his arms and complained: "This man is so gloomy, he seems to be floating when he walks."

He greeted his two younger brothers: "It doesn't matter how much it is, come and eat! Huh? What is this?"

***

Yan Zhijin's eyes were completely white, and the faint light was like a scorching sun, which burned his retina and made him temporarily blind.

The sharp and long-lasting whistle continuously stimulated the eardrum, and the nerve endings ignited in the friction, and sparks crackled.

The only thing he could feel was the hand leading him forward.

The body is lifted up, the toes are forced off the ground, and the arms are weakly placed on the broad shoulders of the leader.

He is like a puppet, being manipulated into favorite movements by the manipulator.

"Raise your feet and move forward." Yan Jin's voice was exceptionally clear amidst the tinnitus, like a clear spring in the middle of a raging fire, extinguishing the anxiety around him.

Trembling, he raised his toes one centimeter, and then moved forward a small distance.

The distance he moved was not even as great as the shaking frequency of his toes when he was trembling.But it was the best he could do.

Yan Zhen laughed sullenly beside him, as if he deliberately suppressed his smile in order to take into account his face.

Yan Zhijin turned to look at him trembling uncontrollably.

Even during this process, his fingertips and toes were still shaking, even more violently than before.

"Want to go forward?" Yan Hui asked.

Yan Zhijin didn't know what was ahead.

All he could feel was pain, limpness, loss of strength, and nerves that would collapse without knowing when.

But as soon as Yan Zhen's words came out of his mouth, a vague idea appeared in his mind.

It was the secret that Yan Hui promised him that he would lead him to pursue it.

A mysterious existence that cannot be faced directly, a powerful force that transcends dimensions, and knowledge about the order of the universe.

It's frightening, yet fascinating.

Yan Zhijin's lips moved.

He couldn't make a sound, so he nodded his head with all his strength.

He couldn't see Yan Zhen's expression, but he could feel that the other party was smiling.

Yan Hui tightened the hand around his waist, grabbed his arm that had almost slipped off his shoulder, and kissed lightly on the back of his hand, making him lean on him more trustingly: "Just say it's hard, we can feel it at any time." You can stop."

With difficulty, Yan Zhijin moved his limp foot to his foot, and stepped on it.

Meaning: I can't back down halfway.

Yan Jin laughed even more wantonly.

"Then let me see, where can you go?"

Yan Zhijin moved forward slowly with Yan Hui's support.

He still couldn't exert all his strength, and just coping with the dizziness and pain in his head made him exhausted. It took more than 20 attempts to complete the short four or five steps.

These few completed steps were all dragged by Yan Hui.

Yan Zhijin's body was shaking.

His body seemed to be split into several unrelated parts. To control his legs, he needed to go through several long transitions.

Yan Hui stopped and asked, "Do you want to continue?"

Yan Zhijin nodded mechanically.

"It's okay not to continue." Yan Hui followed the temptation, "This is not something you must complete. If you want to go back, we can leave now. We will come back when you are ready."

Yan Zhijin didn't speak.

Yan Hui slightly bent his legs, put his arms under his legs, and hugged him horizontally.

As he walked back, he comforted him gently: "It's okay, it's not that you are weak, it's just that you are not prepared enough, don't blame yourself."

He paused, and said in a more affectionate tone: "Even if you don't want to touch these again, it doesn't matter. Forget it and forget it."

Yan Zhijin grabbed his collar.

He used a lot of strength.When he was just walking, it was so difficult to even bend his fingers, but now the action of grabbing his collar nearly tore off the buttons of his clothes.

"You can't talk nonsense." Yan Hui slowly pulled down the collar and fastened the buttons.

Yan Zhijin buried her head deeply in his neck, still clutching his collar.

Yan Hui stood quietly for a while and asked, "You still don't want to go back, do you?"

Yan Zhijin lay on his shoulder for a moment, then nodded slightly, her fine hair brushing around his neck.

The clothes on the shoulders seemed to be wet.

"Then continue." Yan Hui's tone was neither sad nor happy, much calmer than before.

He turned around, hugged Yan Zhijin, and strode towards the light ball.

Yan Zhijin thumped, his feet struggled to reach the ground, and he staggered to a stop.

"You want to walk by yourself?" Yan Hui supported him and helped him maintain his balance.

Trembling, Yan Zhijin raised his foot, hung in mid-air for a few seconds, and groped to the ground.

He grabbed Yan Hui's arm, his nails digging into the flesh.Because of the loss of strength in his legs, his body kept falling, and he dug out a few long bloodstains on Yan Hui's arm.

"You really don't want me to help you?" Yan Hui looked at the bloody gash on his arm.

Yan Zhijin panted heavily and shook his head.

The two of them walked slowly like this.

Yan Zhen is like Yan Zhijin's crutch, he will not actively interfere with his actions, but will provide him with the most trustworthy support when he needs it.

At the very beginning, every time he took a step, he had to rest on Yan Hui's shoulder for a while.

There were countless cuts on Yan Hui's arm, and the sweet smell of blood permeated the air, but when he spoke, he always had a relaxed smile.

Yan Zhijin licked his dry and chapped lips.

On the contrary, this bloody smell stimulated people's fighting spirit and kept dragging him out of the madness caused by headaches.

After going through the first dozen or so steps, Yan Zhijin gradually regained control over her body.

A blurry outline of things appeared in front of his eyes, the humming in his ears receded like a tide, his limbs became more flexible, and his steps became more stable.

The ball of light still shines.As he spins in the air, the light gets brighter and brighter.

Enduring the pain in his eyes, Yan Zhijin reached out his hands towards it.

Then, crush it into pieces.

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