Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

My heart was agitated, as if I was on a cliff and suddenly encountered a storm, with lightning and thunder.

No need for others to tell, Luo Yiran already knew how he was feeling at the moment - he was angry.

This book is like a child learning to walk, it doesn't happen overnight, but now the emotional waves appear, and all the things that have been missing in the past are pouring in.

Before he had time to distinguish all his emotions, the behavior of the magician after he opened his eyes filled him with anger again.

Even though he lived longer than others, he still hasn't been able to keep anyone by his side.

And the magician was another person he wanted to keep.

Therefore, when the magician "suicides" to facilitate the clearance of the toy house, it will naturally cause him to be angry.

Because he cares about him.

'Just a container, not really dead. '

What nonsense.

If you don't really die, so what?That is also real pain, and it is also a real experience of death.

Like Los Angeles and Magic said about him—he couldn't feel the pain but was hurt.

A magician can say such a thing, why can't he understand it?

Luo Yiran looked at the magician with a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of darkness and chaos: "Anyway, I won't really die...or do you really want to kill me?"

The magician was stunned, with astonishment in his eyes, just as he was about to open his mouth, he watched Luo Yiran pull down his collar, exposing his fair neck, and said with a smile: "That's fine, come on, kill me."

The magician yanked his collar up, and his eyes were filled with anger: "Master——"

"It looks like you don't want to." Luo Yiran grabbed his hand, and then he raised his legs: "Then if that's the case, everything between us before today will be cancelled. Anyway, you didn't want this opportunity."

Don't "kill" anymore?That's fine.

The magician knew that what Luo Yiran said meant that he had killed him... No, the words about the past, perhaps meant that all past grievances were written off?

Luo Yiran looked at him with a smile on his face.

He looked calm, but the magician still had a bad feeling. Although he didn't understand what Luo Yiran wanted to express for a while, he was quite sure that Luo Yiran's state was not right.

And, he probably knew why.

Before falling asleep, Luo Yiran's state was already a little subtle, perhaps because the emotional floodgate was completely opened.

Human emotions will have a great impact on people. A person with a happy family loses all his relatives overnight, and a poor person gains huge wealth in one breath, which will make him crazy.

But Luo Yiran was different from them.

Without being able to perceive emotions, he first experienced most of the things that people will experience in the world.

It is precisely because he has experienced everything in his life, so he should have had all the great sorrow and joy that he missed in the past, and all the emotions are all surging up at this moment.

But just like a person thirsty for water, he can drink from a cup, but he cannot quench his thirst by throwing him into the sea.

But now Luo Yiran was thrown into the sea.

Countless emotions were engulfing him.

But at this moment, Luo Yiran grabbed a piece of driftwood - he grabbed an emotion nearby to deal with it.

The magician didn't understand yet, but he knew it was related to him, his eyes flickered, and he suppressed his other thoughts.

At present, it is better to obey Luo Yiran, calm down this emotion first, and then gradually progress in a circular way, so the magician asked cautiously: "Then let's leave here?"

The toy house has been cleared.

"No." Luo Yiran refused with crooked eyes, he stretched out his hand to touch the magician's neck, and his tone was unhurried: "Didn't I just say that the things before today are not counted."

Luo Yiran tilted his head: "What happened today still has to be counted... You 'died' once to help me pass the level, so naturally I have to return to you once."

The magician's expression changed: "..." Obedience is a ghost.

Luo Yiran touched his neck, where the dark blood that he had seen before spewed out from here, his eyes were darker, but his tone was calm and he began to discuss with the magician how to kill himself: "Use a pistol too? Kill me with it."

The magician finally showed his coldness and resistance, his long gray hair slipped from his shoulders: "No."

Luo Yiran's smile on the surface was restrained, and his indifference was undisguised: "Why?"

The magician looked at Luo Yiran's bandaged hands, and he confronted Luo Yiran, his tone was as cool as Luo Yiran's, but what he said was extremely gentle: "You are afraid of pain now."

Luo Yiran froze slightly, he looked at the magician with a half-smile, his eyes lingered on the magician's face, he looked at the wound under the bandage that his fingers had pulled open, and then his irritability and anger intensified.

The inside was turbulent, but Luo Yiran's face became calmer, and he directly threatened: "If you don't kill me, don't follow me anymore."

"Impossible." The magician grabbed his hand, and then forcefully, his voice gnashing his teeth: "What exactly do you want to do? Vent your current emotions? That's not the only way."

To escape the pain of being submerged in the sea, death might be a way, but he... can't do it.

He can attack himself thousands of times, but he has no way to attack Luo Yiran once. At most, he can only think that if this person really wants to get rid of him one day and doesn't want to see him, then he will lock him up ...

"..."

Can not be closed.

If it is closed, the young master probably really won't leave any room for it.

but.

The magician's fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes were reddish - he would never let Luo leave in a hurry.

Luo Yiran watched the magician's trembling fingers stop—to vent his emotions?

No, he didn't think about those things.

He just felt very angry.

Angry at seeing the magician "kill" himself.

Why does he care so little about himself?

The magician seems to be getting hurt as a habit.

And he was angry about it.

So, want to correct.

Luo Yiran gradually understood——

He wanted to correct the wrong behavior of the magician.

But he doesn't know how to educate people verbally, so he can only teach by precept and example.

Let the magician watch him die, watch his blood splatter on his face.

What would a magician feel like?

Are you as angry as him?

If he was killed by the magician himself...would he feel sad and painful?

I will.

would be best.Luo Yiran laughed crazily in a low voice—only when it hurts will he learn his lesson, and he won't make these mistakes that would make him angry.

"I want you to kill me once." Luo Yiran said again.

He wanted to keep the magician, but a good one who wouldn't make him angry.

The magician took a deep breath, and temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​building a beautiful cage for Luo Yiran: "Give me a reason, if your reason can convince me, I will do it."

No wonder——

Luo Yiran looked into the eyes of the magician, it seemed that there were many things squeezing him in his heart, depressed and anxious.

But he remembered the honesty the magician had said, and he didn't see anything wrong with wanting to educate the magician.

The inexplicable sense of anxiety made his eyebrows filled with impatience: "Because I want you to feel what I am feeling now, I want you to be angry and painful."

The magician just wanted to say that you have many ways to make me sad, and there is no need to be like this, when he suddenly reacted.

The reaction was extremely slow.

The beautiful eyes suddenly sank.

Luo Yiran didn't notice anything wrong, he still showed that cold, impatient smile, if it was shown in the movie, it would look like a villain boss lurking among the righteous men.

Mild and gloomy.

"Does the young master know what he means?" The magician's voice became a little inexplicably hoarse.

He thought, yes, the young master cared about him, cared about him very much.

It's a simple matter, but this time it's not fantasy, it's not speculation.

Is the truth.

Luo Yiran smiled mockingly: "Of course I know what I said."

Obviously he was mocking him, but the magician was overjoyed. He got up slightly, and approached Luo Yiran with his back straight. Luo Yiran subconsciously leaned back.

But the magician pressed his shoulders, and all the suppressed emotions in his body were released, and his eyes returned to a haze-free look: "It's good to know."

His knees were also held down, Luo Yiran didn't panic because he could still move his hands.

Luo Yiran looked into the magician's eyes, even under his current dim black and white vision, the magician's eyes were amazing and charming.

He was in a trance for a moment, so he didn't avoid the magician's approach again, although he didn't want to avoid it anymore.

Luo Yiran heard the magician asking him: "Master, do you want me to teach you a lesson?"

"There are other ways." The magician's voice was hoarse, as if to bewitch him: "There is a better way."

Various emotions in Luo Yiran's heart were still stirring, and it was in chaos.And all his own memories would trigger his tipping point, so he restrained himself from recalling if there was anything else in his memory that could teach the magician a lesson.

But how to put it, he subconsciously felt that it would be most effective to let the magician kill him once...

"Let me tell the young master the better way." The magician withdrew his hand on his shoulder, he took off the bandage under his nose, revealing his sickly bright red lips, the magician's voice became lower and lower: "I will The young master has done some troublesome things."

"But the young master can push me away." The magician looked at Shang Luo Yiran with puzzled eyes, and he approached with a low smile: "As long as the young master pushes me away, I will be very, very sad."

"It makes me sadder than letting me kill you... It makes me feel that this is a painful lesson."

Luo Yiran hung his hands freely by his side. He watched the magician still half-kneeling, but his body stopped straight up.

He didn't move, he just looked down at the magician's slender neck wrapped in bandages, and the long gray hair spread on his legs. The magician raised his head, as if pious, as if offering sacrifices, but with a strange sense of oppression, and kissed he.

Trembling in his soul, Luo Yiran stared at the black and white magician with wide-eyed eyes, looking at him with incomparable concentration.

—— "...Push me away, and I will be very, very sad."

"...It makes me feel that this is a painful lesson."

Luo Yiran raised his hand.

Then let go.

Can't push.

don't want to push.

Luo Yiran closed his eyes, he let go of his lips and teeth, and let the magician make trouble.