Break Through the Steam Game Library

Quan Hongming was enjoying the heavy rain in the dark night.

　　 He knows his relatives, his indifferent sister is trying to heal herself.

　　 Those greedy, stupid and obese bald donkeys were reciting scriptures in his ears, and he couldn't hear them clearly, as if they were separated by a thick wall.

　　 These vague chants did not relieve his fear of loneliness, but instead made him upset.

　　 Quan Hongming probably realized that his thinking has deviated from normal people. He enjoys loneliness, darkness, and pain. These are the sources of his happiness and fill the emptiness in his heart burned by anxiety.

　　 But these emotions have increased his anxiety.

　　 is like pouring cold oil on a wildfire. The low temperature does not help.

　　Only.

　　 Only the heavy rain.

　　The heavy rain brings life.

　　 And when it rains, there is no such annoying chanting.

　　 Gan Lin slipped down his twisted limbs, diluting the grimace corroded by the poisonous blood on his skin.

　　 Quan Hongming opened his mouth wide, like a crocodile with his head up, his mouth looked like a sea bowl, and the rain tapped his palate, tongue, and gums bit by bit, and it was a bit cool.

　　 The rainwater accumulated in the throat, I swallowed it hastily when I had enough.

　　 Although the rain is heavy, it will not last long.

　　 Only a few sips each time.

　　 Quan Hongming thought, if he can wake up, he must thank the unknown doctor.

　　 Of course, this is a joke he made to himself.

　　 If I can wake up, I will follow up with anything, such as eating a bowl of hot noodle soup, and big enough to dig open my family's ancestral grave. Such jokes always make him laugh, and then the skin on his body will rupture and blood will flow, causing him intense pain.

　　 But the pain gave him joy again.

　　 He hopes he can keep laughing.

　　 There are limits to laughter.

　　 He couldn't laugh more and more.

　　……

　　 Mo Yun sat in the room, and the moonlight leaked in through the open window, cold.

　　 He has calmed down.

　　 He no longer thinks.

　　 Do what you do every day, simple.

　　 Idle, time with no body, is the most difficult.

　　 He can't forget a lot of things. Although he is tired of his memories, but still, under the calm and waveless face, the undercurrent is raging.

　　 People must learn to fight with themselves.

　　 There is no gunpowder, no ending.

　　 He turned over and started to sleep.

　　 On the beam of the house, a quietly slashing sword was hung.

　　……

　　 Lu Zhengkang and Kun Qing sat on the carriage, sitting in front of the familiar tea sea.

　　 Quan Suhuan's face is calm, hands and feet briskly adjust tea, every move naturally stretches, just like a swan stretches its neck and a peacock opens its screen. Before drinking tea, watching such an artistic process is another level of spiritual enjoyment.

　　 Until the last three of them were holding a cup of tea in their hands, the carriage remained silent.

The light from Hou Zhu softly spreads the interior, bringing basic lighting, and the more eye-catching light is the sunlight from the car window, illuminating the sea of ​​tea, one cup after another seems to be covered with a layer of luster Glaze.

　　 All the smooth surfaces have this blurry and flickering light, wooden tables, utensils, beads, skin, nails, clothing.

　　 square inches of floating light Yaoyao, like the slight waves rippling among duckweeds in a pond at noon in summer, faint and fast like flying stars, light and elegant like a little tea.

　　 The words are done, and the mind is free.

　　 Quan Suhuan turned his head and looked at the world outside the window.

　　 The deep winter snow permeates the bones and the cold, and the world shrouded in white repression is like rotten wood, and the crowds of people like ants are completely decomposing and tearing these buildings.

　　 A certain kind of abstract consciousness was passed on to the female patriarch of Quanfu through the intuitive scenery.

　　 A sense of destiny struck her heart, causing her to unconsciously tighten the fox fur on her body.

　　My dear brother, why do you want to live?

　　……

　　 Ning Baiyi retrieved the last jade needle on Quan Hongming's body and put it back in the needle box.

　　 She sighed in a pity, if it hadn't been for the fact that Bian Que Shen Zhen had lost a lot of essentials, she would have better relieved the evil spirit in this person.

　　 This is a stone prison.

　　 Vertical and horizontal chains bound the shirtless man on the bed.

　　 His torso is thin, but his skin is as rough as a bark, and he looks like a master of horizontal exercises.

　　 There are horrible scratches on the bed and on the wall. These messy tracks are either from trapped beasts or frenzied lunatics. Quan Hongming is neither one of these two, but also has the characteristics of both.

He is chaotic and mad, as if a sea whirlpool is wrapped under a human skin. The turbulence has shaped a closed system with countless dark, evil, and **** demons, allowing everyone who tries to get close to his skin. It was all shocking.

　　 He is no longer alone.

　　 He cannot be simply defined as a person, even if he has a human body and has everything that a person has, he is a different species.

　　 Ning Baiyi looked at this creature that had struggled for life with pitying eyes.

　　 After nearly a year of treatment, she has basically understood this person's condition.

　　 Lost soul, evil spirits into the body, physical changes.

　　It seems that he has not been completely swallowed by the darkness and terror in his body.

　　 "Let's play a tune for you." The girl thought of the man crying in the bamboo forest, she had a whim, hoping to use the piano to soothe Quan Hongming's tortured soul.

　　 asked the maid to fetch her Aegean. Ning Baiyi put the long qin on the round stone table and stood aside. Her waist was just at the height of the table, so it was very convenient to touch the qin with her hands.

　　 is still a light plucking test.

　　 When the reverberation disappeared, after a complete silence, it rang suddenly and the music was loud.

　　 The hurried and joyous tone is like a firework blooming, one after another in the distant night sky, like the colorful trees growing in the sky blooming, more beautiful than a river of stars, and brighter than the sun in the sky.

　　 is such a prosperous scene, everyone who sees it is "Don't think about returning."

　　　　棒裒琴声 echoed, Ning Baiyi closed his eyes, completely immersed in it.

　　 Can you feel such joy?

　　……

　　Laughing long is too tired.

　　 Smile shouldn't be deliberate.

　　 Quan Hongming swallowed the last bit of rain.

　　 was silent, no longer thinking.

　　Darkness, if you let me...

　　 No, there is no more if.

　　 On the heart lake like stagnant water, slowly covered with a layer of ice.

　　 He felt himself slipping.

　　 At this moment, music sounded in my ears.

　　 The light pierced the cranial cavity through the corroded and festered eyelids, and Quan Hongming was suddenly startled.

　　 got up and opened his eyes.

　　 A large area of ​​beautiful spring daylight.

　　 The gurgling river, the green grass, the distant mountains and forests, the white clouds.

　　 Quan Hongming watched a butterfly fall on the tip of his nose, with a strange and jerky smile on his face.

How beautiful……

　　 Suddenly, a little girl shouted behind him: "Brother!"

　　 turned around, no one.

　　 "Brother!" The girl's voice became calm, but she still couldn't suppress her innocent joy.

　　 is the voice of Quan Suhuan.

　　 Quan Hongming got up anxious and called out loudly: "Huanhuan! Where are you?"

　　 "Brother!" The little girl's voice became like an adult.

Where is she?

where?

　　 The sun on the western hillside fell a little bit, and the sky was filled with dark purple, only the sunset glow was still shining, and the flowing clouds paved the black sky, like a net cover, to swallow the bright ball.

　　 It's getting dark!

　　 The night is coming!

　　 "Brother!" The voice was also weakened, as if coming from under the water, the drowning man's breathing.

　　 "Huanhuan!"

　　 Quan Hongming ran madly towards the horizon swallowed by darkness.

　　The thick ink world rotates, and all the good things go with the wind.

　　 Quan Hongming stepped into deep water.

　　 A little girl in a red dress showed a bright smile in the water.

　　 "Huanhuan, brother is here."

　　 spit out the last bubbles in the lungs.

　　 Annihilation——

　　……

　　The beast on the bed shed tears, which quickly evaporated, like an unintentional illusion.

Ning Baiyi closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Raoliang's lingering silence, nodded in satisfaction, walked back to the bed, and looked at Quan Hongming, who was still like a dead body. He didn't respond. Everything was in vain, no matter the vitality in his body. The struggle is still his own treatment.

"Ugh.

　　 "If you can survive, that would be great."

　　Placed his bare hands on his black forehead, under his frowned eyebrows, suddenly opened a pair of blood-colored eyes.

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