Unlimited Cycles of Death

Don't remember when the killings started.

Anyway, when Amu ’s response came, the slaughter had been going on for a while. People trapped in the marginal world are fighting each other, but they cannot completely kill each other, so they are so angry that they growl like roaring beasts.

All the people who could see in Amu's sight were struggling. They looked gaunt and nonsense, wielded all the weapons they could imagine, used all the means they could master, and tried their best to hurt others.

But why would they do this? Amu didn't understand.

Or ... he actually understands.

Understand their desire to run away, understand their desire to break free of bondage, understand their desire to run to freedom.

Why are you trapped here? Is it because of the desire for life? But there is nothing wrong with this longing, because all living things want to live and keep living. What's wrong with this? What's wrong with this?

Are we to be punished for the desire to survive?

Or, it is because the so-called freedom often symbolizes death.

If you want to live, you can only be trapped here forever. If you want freedom, you can only die. You can never have both.

"If only it could end." In the ruins, the timid Ashin shook Amu's hand, looking at the chaos in front of him, and said sadly, "If anyone can end all this."

"Axin, don't make a wish." Amu reached out and hugged his brother tightly into his arms, stroking the writhing hair on his head, and whispered, "Don't make a wish, don't make a wish."

Axin didn't quite understand what his brother said, and he looked up into his brother's eyes: "Why?"

"This world will never really fulfill people's wishes." Amu said sadly, "It will only bring death ... and disaster."

...

The faceless man woke up from Ashin's memory, and he opened his eyes and shivered unconsciously.

Soon after, someone accepted him with a warm embrace. The faceless man felt tightly embraced, and the breathing heat of the man who embraced him was blowing on the head of the faceless man.

The faceless man raised his head, and the mature version of Amu's handsome face greeted him. Amu fiddled with the hair of the faceless man's forehead, and approached the face of the faceless man by the way.

The lips were warm and moist, and the tongue was sticky and licked. The faceless man felt that he was having trouble breathing, but he did not resist. He nestled in Amu's arms and even wrapped his hands around his shoulders.

After kissing for a long time and letting go, the faceless man was still a little conscious. He stared at Amu's eyes for a long time and shouted, "Brother."

This title instead gave Amu a stun, but he didn't refute or correct it, and seemed very happy. He rubbed his faceless hair and said, "Huh?"

"It's not you who make a wish." The faceless man said, staring at Amu without blinking, repeating, "The person making the wish is not you ... but it is you."

Amu didn't seem to understand what the faceless person said. He squinted his eyes and laughed: "What the **** is my cute little star saying?"

The faceless person did not answer Amu's question. He put his head over Amu's shoulder, and curled up in the arms of the other person in a dependent manner. Then Amu felt that the placket on her chest became wet, and realized that his little star was crying.

"How did you cry?" Amu took Xiaoxing's paw vigorously and kissed his forehead comfortably.

"... I'm sorry," Little Star cried, vaguely, "I'm sorry, it's all my bad, brother ... it's all my bad."

"Don't cry." Amu had to stop Xiao Xingxing's mouth, stop him from crying, and intimidate him by the way: "Cry again and I will continue to be with you."

Amu ’s intimidation was very effective, probably because he was tossed too hard before. When the faceless person now heard Amu said that he was going to be like him, he felt like he was weak, and the picture naturally appeared in his mind. As for the lower body, there is a tendency to look up.

"My little star has been tuned up and turned into waves." Amu and the faceless person are spiritually connected. Even if they can't read the other person's mind completely, they can clearly feel the emotion changes of the faceless person, so Amu naturally reached out and touched he.

Faceless people wear nothing, they are wrapped in a blanket, which means that they are not armed. Amu ’s fingers easily penetrated, and the faceless man was helpless, pushing Amu ’s arm painlessly.

"Don't ... don't." The faceless man shook his head, tears still on his face, "I feel bad ... it hurts ..."

Amu softened, and leaned on the other side's waist: "Really hurt?"

The faceless man nodded with red eyes and yelled, "Butt hurts ... the waist is sore ... I don't even feel it ... you always eat my spirit, so tired ..."

"Little cute, now you know you want to be poor?" Amu laughed. Although she knew that no one was playing poorly, she chose to let him go and put people in her arms.

"It's no use pretending to be poor," Amu said erotically. "You will be **** by me forever, you know?"

The faceless man obviously can imagine the picture, and he can't help but stumble again, and has to strive for leniency for himself: "Don't, don't be so excessive ..."

"Of course I will be too much." Amu smiled proudly, and kissed him recklessly, "You are my cute little slave, and have no right to resist."

The faceless man couldn't help but ask him, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Amu answered gently, "Did I not say the reason? I just want to do this to you."

"You can't do this to me ..." The faceless man murmured.

"Why not?"

"Because ... because I can ..." The faceless man couldn't speak, and he didn't know how to express it. He lowered his head and tried to calm the surging strange emotions that came up from his heart.

For a long while, the faceless talent restrained himself who became strange and calmly said, "I'm not a good person. If you catch me a little bit carelessly, I will not hesitate to stab the knife behind you ... so you are definitely not direct Kill me? "

"That's really weird." Amu thoughtfully, staring at the faceless blushing cheeks and joking: "Since the two of us are spiritually connected, I have never felt killing from you ... behind I'm afraid I'm just talking about the knife, right? "

Faceless people turned red, I don't know how to refute, and finally can only emphasize: "I will definitely do this!"

Amu compromised, nodded solemnly: "Well, this is indeed a threat, I need to pay attention."

"You aren't paying attention at all!" The faceless man was angry. He grabbed Amu's collar and unconsciously approached Amu's face, and Amu kissed him.

The faceless man covered his mouth and said angrily, "Don't always kiss me!"

"I don't just want to kiss, I want to ..." Amu stared intently at the ruddy lips of the faceless man, then let go of his thoughts so that the faceless man could see the picture in his mind, and that picture made the faceless man's face change over time. It was so red that he had to hold Amu's face and shouted, "You must not think!"

Seeing him shy, Amu smiled slyly and whispered to the other side, "I will try next time, you have no choice, understand?"

"Follow, follow you ..." The faceless person's head and voice were low, as the mosquito said, "Don't keep thinking about this kind of thing."

"Also, beauty is wrong, it's time to talk about business." Amu suddenly straightened up, he reached out and grabbed the hair behind the faceless person's head, and gently pulled the faceless person to have to lift his head.

"I want your identity, your marginal will, your‘ **** ’identity, dear.” Amu said.

Amu's posture is very strong, he likes to suppress the faceless person completely, and then sees how he struggles in his arms. His gratification and pleasure can be passed on to the faceless person through spiritual connection without any resentment.

It's just that Amu can always achieve his wish. He is a powerful man. No matter what aspect he is, he is far better than a faceless man who is only superficially strong.

The faceless man can only obediently yield, and he honestly responds, "Kill me, you can get my identity."

"I don't want to kill you." Amu shook his head. "I don't have any toys when I kill you. I have a toy that is as interesting as you.

"Then if I'm 'bad', will you kill me?" The faceless man asked again.

"Do you want to die that way?" Amu pressed the faceless person on a chair, and then the faceless person realized the environment they are in now. They are no longer in the test map β, but in a familiar one. On the throne.

"Do you want to die that much?" Amu asked again. "I remember you were most afraid of death. You did everything to torture Muqin and Zhou Yue, not just for Muqin's wish, but to let him bring you Come 'eternal life', right? "

The faceless person did not speak, and he remained silent, lying down obediently, letting Amu rest on him and do whatever he wanted.

But seeing his silence, Amu reached out and put his arms around the chin of the faceless man, commanding: "Answer me."

"No, nothing immortal ..." The faceless man couldn't resist Amu's order, his eyes circled red, and he spoke intermittently and slowly.

The spiritual connection between A Mu and the faceless person is completely different from the spiritual connection between Mu Qin and Zhou Yue.

Mu Qin and Zhou Yue formed equal spiritual connections, which is the so-called "equality contract". However, Amu forced to enslave the faceless person as a "master". This is an unequal contract. Therefore, as long as Amu "orders", the faceless person cannot resist him.

Faceless people without resistance can only say the reality deep in their hearts that they are unwilling to face: "I know very well that the desire in the marginal world never brings a beautiful ending. I also know very well that A person like Muqin will never make an eternal wish for me. "

"I just want people to admit me, admit that I existed."