Chu Zheng touched her chin and thought, her eyes searching in the crowd.

If the task is not completed, it means that the transaction is not established.

Why is the transaction not established? She followed the normal process.

If she has no problem, then these people have problems.

Are these people... human?

Chu Zheng carried Jingpo into the coffin: "Wait here."

Jingpo grabbed her sleeve: "What are you doing?"

"kill."

Shocked: "????"

Chu Zheng pressed the shock and pressed it inside, turned around and walked towards a crowded place.

Jingpo thought something was wrong, but was blocked by something and could not get out at all.

He could only watch the little girl over there in the coffin stopping someone. Before the man could react, he pulled out the bamboo pole next to him and poked the person into the same direction.

One...two...

None of the people around her survived.

As the little girl started to fall, someone fell at her feet.

Jingbo's hand, which was holding the edge of the coffin, suddenly loosened, and he almost fell into the coffin.

If you look closely, you will find that he is trembling, as if he is scared by something.

Jingpo thought of the suffocation feeling in the illusion.

——How could it be?

——I won't kill you.

The calm sound echoed in his ears.

Does she really not?

The voice sounded in his heart, becoming more and more rapid, and questioning him louder and louder.

Does she really not?

She was so calm about everything, and the same was true when she killed him in the illusion.

Even if you kill yourself... it's nothing.

Jingpo hugged himself, curled up to the corner, covering his ears with both hands.

But he still heard the sound.

The voice said, "Only one living here, do you want to live or die..."

Only one can live?

Does he want to live or die?

He lives... she will die...

But he didn't want her to die.

"She will kill you, just like before, without hesitation."

"...No! She won't!" Jing Po covered his ears: "Stop talking!!"

The voice continued, "There is only one of you who can live. If you want her to live, you will have to die. Are you ready?"

Shocked and curled up into a ball.

The voice was unyielding: "Look at the other side, look up."

Jingpo didn't want to see it, but he couldn't resist the urging of the sound and raised his head to look at Chu Zheng.

What he saw was no longer her hand and dealing with those people.

Moreover, those people besieged her alone, and her clothes were stained with blood, as if they would die at any time.

No……

"She will survive if you die..."

"I'm dead..."

"You are despised by the world, and everyone regards you as an evil demon heretic. Only she does not despise you. Can't you even die for her?"

"I'm dead... She will be alive if I die." Jing Po lowered his thoughts and touched his box to open it.

Jingpo held a porcelain bottle, his eyes lost their spirit.

"Yes, drink it and you will be relieved. Drink it..."

"Shocked!" The girl's cold voice broke through the space.

Bang-

The eyes that were shocked and without any spirit gradually shine.

Chu Zheng raised her hand and prepared to hit the second shot.

Jingpo shrank back, his face felt aching.

The next second he was held in his arms, his cold lips were covered with warmth, and he tossed and turned and dyed the temperature.

Chu Zheng wanted more, but Jing Po was a little resistant and he was even trembling.

Chu Zheng could clearly feel that he was afraid of himself.

Chu Zheng let go of him and held his shoulder: "Are you afraid of me?"

Shocked and breathing messy: "I...I don't."

Chu Zheng narrowed her eyes: "No?"

The boy's eyes were red at the tail, and the crow's eyelashes drooped, blocking those eyes.

"No."

"Kiss me."

The boy looked at Chu Zheng in surprise.

"Isn't you not afraid of me? If you are not afraid of me, just kiss me."

Shocked: "..."

She won't hurt herself...No...She won't...

Jingpo recited it silently several times in his heart, slowly supporting his body and approaching Chu Zheng.

The person in front of him was getting closer and closer, and he could see all the expressions on her face.

So calm...

Shooting closed his eyes and put his lips on.

Although Chu Zheng didn't kiss him many times, Jing Po still learned some clumsy imitations.

Chu Zheng's head tilted slightly, his chin rested on Jingbo's shoulders, and hugged the person tightly.

"Don't be afraid of me."

The sound in Jingbo's ears was very light, and he felt a little helpless, not as cold as before.

Shocked and stiff, he didn't react.

Chu Zheng stroked his palm on his back and hugged the person tightly: "Is that okay?"

I was shocked and my eyes were hot and swollen. After a while, I responded with a nasal voice: "Okay."

Chu Zheng turned her head and kissed him on the neck, and the boy obviously shrank.

The first zheng movement was paused.

Does the things in the illusion have such a big impact on him?

[Miss, if that is your illusion, you will kill it. He will not know anyway. But that is his illusion, and his perception is real. What do you think?] The King of Kings may not be able to watch it anymore.

"..." Isn't that also an illusion?

【…】

Jingpo may find that he reacted wrongly, and his stiff body slowly relaxed.

Chu Zheng let go of him, and the cold air filled the gap between them.

"No... won't continue?"

"Do you think I will kill you?" Chu Zheng stared at him and asked bluntly.

"..." Shocked and shook his head.
To be continued...