His slender and fair fingers bent slightly, pressing against his fair forehead. His skin was translucent and cold white, sick and vulnerable. With his eyes down, his long eyelashes drooped, and his eyes saw the sterling silver cross that looked small and evil on his collarbone, which seemed to be able to reflect the stars in the dark.

If so...

Si Jin's eyes were dark and he slowly stretched out his left hand, and his cold and white fingertips pressed against the cross hanging in the center of the bone chain, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next second,

He slowly pulled out the dagger on his left waist, and the blade appeared in the night with a cold light, which was extremely sharp.

The night was dark and obscure, like a spread out ink.

The boy's face was hidden in the darkness, and he could only vaguely see the cold and delicate side face outline and the cold-skinned jaw arc.

Thin white lips, without any blood.

Unreasonable fragility and danger.

Si Jin held the dagger in one hand and lowered his eyes. The deep dark eyes seemed to be floating and deep, with some desperate meaning and pathological paranoia.

"Tick, Tick..." The sound of blood dripping on the ground was very obvious in the quiet room.

The blade quickly cut through his wrist, leaving only one after another, cutting out a deep bone-like mark, which was enough to cause excessive blood loss and death.

Si Jin leaned back weakly, closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, but his white fingertips always pressed against the sterling silver cross, allowing blood to drip from his wrist.

Dreams in dreams, fall into the world surrounded by all dreams.

Even in the end, you may no longer be able to tell whether it is a reality or a dream.

You can only repeat wireless reincarnation like this until you lose yourself.

But Si Jin won't.

In this long, dark erosion dream, he had a light that he wanted to chase even if he tried his best.

That dark red color has long been his lifelong belief.

Even if it's a dream,

Si Jin also willingly continued to sink, even if the final outcome was endless.

Without that person,

What is the meaning of his existence?

Because of excessive blood loss, even his consciousness was gradually blurring, feeling the approaching of death again and again, but Si Jin had no intention of stopping the bleeding.

Wake up again,

The person who had been sleeping suddenly opened his eyes, and the stagnant eyes seemed to have no ups and downs.

Same location, same room.

Si Jin stood up straight, lowered his eyes, and looked at his white porcelain-like wrist, but there were no scars on it, let alone the scratches cut by the knife.

Intact.

The young man pursed his thin lips, and the ink-colored hair was knocked down, covering his eyes.

Nothing...

In the Demon Dream, it was a dream, just now, but what about now?

Is it true sober, or is it still in a dream?

Can't return to the world of Demon Dreams?

Dream.

Thinking of this word,

Si Jin slowly pulled the corner of his lower lip, revealing a faint curve.

Who is he?

Where to come from.

Is the dream in reality?

Maybe,

Maybe not.

The result of a mistake is either to sink infinitely into a dream or to kill yourself in reality with your own hands.

At this time,

The door of the room had been pushed open, and a middle-aged figure walked out from outside. He looked kind and kind, holding a glass of warm milk in his hand. He smiled at Si Jin and said, "Young Master, drink a glass of milk before going to bed, it is good for the health."

Si Jinwei raised his eyebrows and his silent eyes fell on the middle-aged woman, without any emotion.

"What's wrong?" the man was puzzled.

Si Jin curled the corner of his lower lip slightly, and the curve was very light, not like laughing, but rather a curve that symbolized the sense of danger like hunting.

It is a smile that only comes to the goal.

The slender and tall boy stood up with one hand and walked step by step to the middle-aged woman. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, looking at the glass of milk, suddenly spoke, his voice was very light, and he said softly: "Didn't you go to the countryside to visit relatives?"

The middle-aged woman smiled and continued with a normal expression: "Oh, young master, don't worry, I'm back."

The atmosphere was quiet for two seconds, and Si Jin said calmly: "But you have never left here."

...

silence.

Weird silence.

But it didn't last long,

Because the cold figure in black had quickly and neatly pulled out the dagger on his left waist, and then, symbolizing danger and coldness, to deal with the person in front of him.

Kill with one blow.

The neat movements and handsome skills, the calm and indifferent expression when speaking, and the noble expression on his face sideways are very similar to the scene that only appears in the movie, and he is the most dazzling existence.

This night is destined to be a long one.

After countless pictures were intertwined and confused, the whole person seemed to be pulled in the deep sea, unable to breathe or ask for help, but the feeling of suffocation was always with him.

The eyelids are heavy and the consciousness is clear, but the body cannot move at all.

finally,

The young man who was as handsome as a nobleman showed an unparalleled pair of eyes as sharp as obsidian. At this moment, it was like the mist in the night, deep and heavy.

The moment when stagnant water swells, it is destined to be stormy waves.

The world of magic dreams.

Si Jin frowned, his fair fingers supported his beautiful forehead, his lips were pale, and there was no warmth in his eyes, as calm as a cold pond.

The next second,

He got up, pulled up a black windbreaker coat from the side, quickly put it on his body, and then walked out with his pocket with one hand.

The young man's slender and upright figure seemed to be able to blend with the night, and that black windbreaker looked like a demon.

No one knows where he really wants to go.

But Si Jin himself knew what his purpose was.

Slum No. 42.

No day will be a quiet late night.

After licking the blood on the tip of the knife, the man who had just fought with someone else ran into a young man in black head-on.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed, "Is the prey delivered to the door?"

Being blocked the road, Si Jin raised his long eyelashes, his black eyes were cold and desireless under his long eyelashes, his thin lips opened lightly, and his voice seemed to be filled with coldness: "Get out of the way."

The man smiled and looked very arrogant, "Let me? Do you know who I am? I will leave my words today, don't think about it..." He had not finished speaking.

The boy's delicate eyebrows and eyes were stained with an uncontrollable anger. Even the bottomless eyes seemed to be stained with bloody red, brewing with an almost soaring evil spirit and will.

He raised his long legs, swept through the air quickly and sharply, and kicked the man directly. His fingers with black leather gloves made him ruthlessly fall over the shoulder.

The black windbreaker was flying, raising a cold wind in the air, with a ruthless and cool force that could not be ignored.
Chapter completed!