Entering a Split Personality

Touched his heart?

Xiao Heqiang's calm emotions agitated again.

What does it mean?

Did Al remember something? Is there something wrong with Qin Su? Although he has returned to this point in time, but the personality of Al remembers what happened before?

Or maybe Al didn't remember anything, but learned of the conversation between him and Lance, and was testing him with words?

After thinking about it, Xiao He was scared to death by himself.

He knows that all these are dreams, that all these are false, and that this is Fan Shen's spiritual world.

But even if he was so clear and plain, he was in it, and what he could experience, feel, and see was real, making it impossible to doubt.

This is a false world, but he feels everything, whether it is beautiful, fortunate, or terrifying and frightening.

He could touch Al's body temperature, he could feel the supreme happiness he gave him, and he could deeply understand the fear he brought him.

He liked this man, but at the same time he was deeply afraid of him.

It felt bad, it was hard to say, but it was enough to make him retreat.

Cowen is dead, he doesn't have much thoughts, he doesn't want to care about Lance's conspiracy too much.

He held the feather, just wanting to end it all quickly.

Everything is an excuse, it is useless, his purpose is only one.

Get out of this world, escape this person, and return to reality.

Killing Al and destroying this personality will complete the mission?

At that time, he no longer needs to be afraid, no longer need to be deceived, let alone worry that he will sink deeper and deeper.

It's simple, just kill him.

Al can dig his heart, so what if he kills him?

A cold kiss fell on his forehead, with a light fragrance, like a drop of clear spring falling, making the muddy pool water suddenly silent.

Xiao He's eyes suddenly focused, and he suddenly woke up.

What was he thinking about! What are you thinking about!

Kill Al? How could he make such a decision so frivolously?

kill! Even in a dream, there is no difference between such a dream and reality. He is still killing people!

He wanted to leave here because he was afraid of their recklessness and cruelty.

But if he also killed someone, is he still him?

He was afraid that he would sink deeper and deeper, but if he shot Al, wouldn't he be truly sinking!

Xiao He took a deep breath, and finally healed.

Al has been holding him, feeling his mood swings, his eyes flashed slightly, but his movements did not change at all.

Xiao He raised his head and stared at him: "If you can't sleep, can you talk to me?"

The young man in his arms was beautiful and clean. A pair of clear eyes looked at him softly, making people tremble slightly, the dark color of Al's eyes faded, he smiled softly and changed a comfortable position to hug him: "Think What are you talking about?"

He likes to talk to him, but hearing his voice has an inexplicable freshness. It is novel and unique. It makes him want to get closer, and he wants to hold on uncontrollably.

Xiao He bent his eyes and said in a low voice, "I want to hear you say something about yourself."

Al's blue eyes seemed to flicker because of their softness: "My business? The whole history of the elves is very detailed."

Xiao He shook his head: "I've read that book. The Elf King in it is sacred, great, and untouchable, but it has an untouchable sense of remoteness that makes people feel unreal."

Is it real? Al's eyes narrowed slightly, but immediately he smiled and said, "I can tell you what you want to know."

Xiao He stared at him without blinking, before he spoke for a long time: "I heard that when you were born, the sun and the moon were retreating, and the stars fell from the sky, Yanar emerged from the darkness and achieved the glory of the present?"

This passage is from the whole history of the elves. When Xiao He read it at the time, he only felt that it was really nonsense, and it was even more talkative than the true dragon emperors in ancient China.

However, he asked this question now, but it was quite right.

Al smiled softly and said softly: "Most of those are made up by posterity, but one thing is right."

Xiao He asked curiously: "At which point, is it true that even the sun and the moon have retired?" Although he asked as a joke, he felt in his heart that Al's appearance had come to the world, really It is the capital that makes the sun and the moon marvel at it.

Al casually hooked up a strand of Xiao He's hair, his white fingers entwined with the black hair color, and the abrupt contrast made the white whiter and the black blacker, entwined together, accompanied by a soft voice. There is a spring night, warm but hazy and elusive.

"I don't know whether the sun and the moon retreat, but when I open my eyes, there is indeed darkness between the sky and the earth."

Xiao He was startled, and just wanted to ask a question, Al continued to say.

"It's very dark, very cold, silent, no light or shadow, no temperature, and there are thorns everywhere on the road."

Xiao He raised his head to look at him, his heart trembled because of his low voice and slightly narrowed eyebrows, he asked softly: "At that time... was it only you?"

"Yes." Al's voice was very calm, but under that calmness it was a cold and empty spirit that resounded like an empty valley, "There is no living thing, no sound, I can't see anything, nor can I see myself. At that time, the world was like a huge tomb, with only the tranquility and loneliness of death."

Xiao He listened quietly, and some trivial fragments suddenly appeared in his mind.

The dark world, the lonely child, was shivering from the cold, but he was stubbornly moving forward. The delicate soles of the feet were cut by spikes, blood flowed out, and the condensed air was filled with blood.

He kept walking forward, no fear, no sadness, no desire or need, he just walked, and he didn't mean to stop at all.

Xiao He frowned slightly, wanting to focus on the memory again, but this messy fragment disappeared like a mirror flower.

For a while, the atmosphere was a bit low.

Xiao He intended to learn more about Al, but the atmosphere right now is not so beautiful.

He retracted his mind, looked up at Al slightly, and said in a soft voice: "...Your Majesty, you really created all of this."

Coming from the darkness, alone, dazzling everything in this world.

Al looked back at him, looking into his eyes from top to bottom.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and stroked the delicate and beautiful cheeks of the young elf: "I created them, but now, they want me to die."