Doomsday Wonderland

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Ji Shanqing originally didn't plan to kill anyone today.

He doesn't care whether others live or die, but my sister likes others to live. Even when he found out that Siba'an was his sister's old acquaintance, he weighed it several times in his mind and still resisted the temptation to kill him - after all, the meaning and consequences of killing his sister's friend are difficult to estimate.

Once a person does something, it will leave a "mark" on the vast world. At that time, you thought everything was over, but you didn’t know how it would look back at you in the future, even data bodies are no exception. Rather, after becoming a data body, he realized this point more clearly and profoundly, right?

Of course he could try to hide it from his sister, and even hide it from her for the rest of his life. Wouldn't it be enough to parse Sparan before he dies and write another one if necessary? But Ji Shanqing has gradually become familiar with the ever-changing face of fate. The more familiar he is, the less confident he is to compete with it. Just like before, he thought he could single-handedly withstand the doomsday of displacement for his sister, but in the end he could only suffer and writhe alone in the eternal darkness - every time he thought of this, Ji, who had only been born in the world for a few years, could not help but suffer. If the mountains are green, you will feel scared involuntarily.

Essentially, he is still the same Libao who was afraid and timid about the world; but even that Libao has a moment when he finally has to risk his life to kill someone.

"how?"

Sparan stood in the darkness, with water-like ripples faintly sliding on his skin and clothes, which should be some kind of protective measure. This man probably has a lot to do with the arsenal. Even the boots he wears seem to be produced by them. If you look closely, you can even see that there is a very small gap between the bottom of his boots and the ground - although it is only a small gap. Such a gap is enough for him to avoid most traps on the ground.

...I really don’t know how many other methods he has.

"I thought there would be some corrosive traps here," Sibaan looked around with the moonlight in his hand. Although people can see the marble floor in the room when they stand outside the door, it is just an illusion reflected by Ji Shanqing. After walking in, this chaotic space seemed to be filled with thick fog forever; only the real door of the villa in the distance stood faintly in the thick and stirring fog. He turned to look at Ji Shanqing and added: "...Methods such as dispelling the existence of living beings feel like ruthless moves you can use."

As he spoke, he removed the floating effect on his boots, stretched out his foot and stepped on the ground, but nothing happened.

Ji Shanqing hung on the silver moon and pursed his lips slightly. He had really thought about something like this - but when he thought that he could pull his sister to the door, let her see the defense he made, and wait for her to praise him for doing a good job, he immediately Gave up this idea.

Sibaan walked towards the door deep in the mist step by step. After walking about ten steps, he stopped. It seemed that the distance between the main door and the false door behind him was only one or two meters, but after he walked about ten steps, he still didn't get any closer; looking back, he saw that the false door had indeed moved back more than ten steps. Shaking slightly, one can still see part of the yard and garden.

Ji Shanqing smiled softly and was immediately caught by the other party.

"Is this your trap just to trap others here?" Sibaan thought for a moment and seemed to understand. He turned around, looked in the direction he came from, and took two tentative steps; he was not close to the false door at all, but when he looked back, he was far away from the real door.

"I can't get close to my goal...but I am getting further and further away from where I was originally." He stood there and pondered for a few seconds. Suddenly, he let go, and the silver crescent moon withdrew from Ji Shanqing's body, and he screamed. The latter fell heavily to the ground - the weapon seemed to be condensed with energy. Even if it was pulled out, the coolness left in the body still made Ji Shanqing feel like he was sinking in a cold lake, without any trace of it. A little autonomy.

Sbaan knelt down beside him, the smell of sun-baked figs approaching. The texture and wrinkles of the opponent's leather boots were clearly reflected in Ji Shanqing's eyes.

"Then, you have come in now." Siba'an said leisurely, without being anxious at all - of course, the person who set the trap is in his hands, and no one would think that he is right now. It's a desperate situation. "How are you going to get out?"

Ji Shanqing wanted to turn his face, but he felt as if his cervical vertebrae were bearing a thousand pounds of weight; just using his lips and tongue to form words was already extremely difficult for him. "Why...why do you come...looking for someone?"

Sibaan was stunned. He obviously did not expect that the evolved person he met halfway would suddenly care about this issue.

"What does this have to do with you?" He thought for a while, and actually sat down cross-legged next to Ji Shanqing - his limbs were long and tall, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Even in this sitting posture, he seemed to have a unique personality. The buttocks are relaxed and relaxed, as if you are chatting with a friend. "But it doesn't hurt to tell you. Because she and I are separated."

so what? The sun always sets.

"She told me that when the flood is about to come, we can no longer let ourselves be washed away like loose sand... I know that there will be no separation between her and me. This is something I happen to know. Fact. But I still can't help but want to do it sooner..." As Siba'an said this, he suddenly let out a shaky breath, as if he was trying his best to suppress a certain emotion.

During the half second he paused, Ji Shanqing laughed violently. The air flow hit his throat in waves, but it was intermittent and stumbling due to lack of strength. It sounded like the death cry of a night owl. "Don't tell me," he struggled to force out his voice, "are you still in the mood to fall in love on a day like this?"

"No," Siba'an denied immediately, "I don't love her, or in other words, I don't love her yet. The feelings I will have for her in the future will definitely not be the kind of weak relationship between a man and a woman driven by lust. Affection……"

"Then what are you going to do!" Ji Shanqing also knew that he had lost his composure, and even this shout was sharp with excitement, enough for the other party to notice that something was wrong - but he couldn't help it.

"I think... I have a way to make her settle down by my side, without having to worry about being swept away by the flood." Sibaan looked at him and said quietly.

For a while, Ji Shanqing said nothing. Most of his face was pressed to the ground, gradually becoming cool and wet, but at last he could not be seen by Sibaan.

"...You want to be her anchor."

It was at this moment that he thought that Sibaan must die.