Chapter 84: The Colorful City 13 He will be killed by his own love...

His pale brown ice-like pupils suddenly shrank, as if his eyes were burned by the bright sunlight in the corridor. Baichuan immediately dodged to the side, hiding where An Rao couldn't see him. Every crack on his body was so painful that it seemed as if it was going to tear him apart alive. He leaned against the wall to calm his breathing, then quickly and silently left the corridor.

Pink snowflakes began to float sporadically in the only crystal tube with a few pink snowflakes. However, this delicate and unique pink snow stopped abruptly before it could cover the crystal tube with a thin layer.

An Rao pushed away the man who was about to kiss her and smiled evilly: "It's actually very simple to harvest my love. I want the real Baichuan. Dolls are useless to me."

After saying that, An Rao flicked the puppet's thin earlobes with interest, which showed no trace of blood even in the sunlight, and turned away without any reluctance.

The hourglass is related to human emotions. When the hourglass is full, the person dies. Papa is harvesting the emotions of the players. As a master of discovering emotions, Papa is very clear about the emotional characteristics of each player. Everyone has their own emotional weaknesses. For example, some people have a low tear point, and they can empathize and cry when they see a slightly sad movie or book. Some people are optimistic and cheerful, but their laughter point is low, and they can laugh until they bend over with laughter at something slightly funny. Some people are good at expressing love, and can express their love to their family, friends and lovers very well. Some people are paranoid and sensitive, and they will hate everyone if they are not satisfied.

Fear and terror are instinctive emotions that everyone has. In the Holy Light Castle, fear and terror are probably the easiest emotions to harvest. That's why there are usually the most green sand grains in the crystal tube. For people with abnormal emotions, what Papa has to do is to stimulate their most easily stimulated emotions as much as possible.

After understanding this logic, the illusion that Papa had arranged for him was explained. However, love, why is it love? An Rao could not understand it. Love is the most unfamiliar and the most impossible emotion for him to have.

How could he have such a feeling as love? An Rao laughed at himself, even leaning against the window frame and bending over with laughter in the bright and shining horror game castle. After laughing enough, An Rao finally stood up and wiped away the tears from laughing. Why would Papa think that a person who had been abandoned countless times, betrayed and backstabbed countless times since childhood would be interested in falling in love with other humans? It was already the limit for him to be able to love himself reluctantly!

Baichuan stood in front of the crystal hourglass belonging to Anrao in the hall for a long time. The crystal tube was still crystal clear but not empty. A thin layer of pink sand accumulated at the bottom blocked by the hollow gold foil pattern. The translucent pink sand without any other colors was pure and beautiful, quietly presented in front of Baichuan, cruelly moving.

The pink produced by Anrao's crystal hourglass is not any color of the rainbow. It is so rare, which means that Anrao will be squeezed as much as possible by Papa.

Blue snow was rising again in the crystal tube that belonged to him and was farthest away from him.

"Pa, pa, pa." A slow round of applause approached. Papa, dressed elegantly, stood in front of Baichuan with a cane, his grey eyes flashing with an ambiguous dark light.

"I have used so many methods and approaches but to no avail. I didn't expect your switch was on No. 1," Papa said with interest. "If I had known this, I would have taken action against No. 1."

"If you want to harvest my feelings," Baichuan looked at Papa, his light eyes also without emotion, "you must ensure that number one survives."

Papa became gloomy: "No one has ever dared to make conditions with me."

"You want mercy, but unfortunately there is almost no one in this city who can give you mercy, but I can, and you need me." Baichuan's pale eyes were like inorganic gems at this moment, emitting a cold and sharp light.

Papa did not speak. The two just stared at each other in silence in the luxurious castle hall. After a long while, Papa spoke up: "Well, let me think, I can also squeeze your mercy by torturing No. 1."

Papa laughed. "Isn't it more fun for me to torture Number One and exploit you while killing him?"

"It's ironic. You want emotions but don't understand them." Baichuan suddenly felt amused. "Since No. 1 is so important to me, when you torture him, I will feel anger instead of pity. I don't have time for pity. My mind is full of only one thought."

"Revenge." Baichuan spoke slowly, making sure Papa heard every word clearly and understood what he meant.

"If you want to gain my mercy, you must let Number One be with me." Baichuan didn't want to waste any time talking to this half-human monster.

"I can give you number one," Papa's gray eyes sparkled. He tapped the crystal hourglass belonging to Kashiwa with his finger wearing a sapphire ring, "but I want to see your sincerity."

"That depends on whether you will continue to use your clumsy dolls to test me and Number One."

Bai Chuan stood in the hall, quietly looking at the little bit of blue at the bottom of his crystal tube. So green represents fear, blue represents pity, and what about An Rao's pink? What does this unique pink represent?

"Baichuan?!" A surprised voice came from the hallway, and then a beautiful and slender figure ran towards him and stopped suddenly in front of him. "I can actually meet you during class time, how strange!"

"What happened?" Baichuan asked, staring at the young man in front of him. The young man's face was calm, with no trace of the intimate flirting with the man in the corridor just now.

"I don't know either," An Rao looked confused. "I was just about to go to class, and then the housekeeper came to me and told me that my schedule had changed. This afternoon's class was cancelled, so I could enjoy the art in the castle at will. Of course, the first thing I did was to come to the hall to see the crystal hourglass. I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Well, my schedule has also changed." Baichuan pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"So what are you studying here?" An Rao looked in the direction where Bai Chuan was standing, and then opened his eyes wide, "There are grains of sand in your crystal hourglass."

"It will happen more or less. Don't worry. After all, humans are not machines."

"Blue..." An Rao turned around and stared at Bai Chuan closely, "You know what blue means, right?"

Baichuan didn't say anything. Having a teammate who is too smart is not necessarily a good thing because nothing can be hidden from him.

"You know." An Rao nodded, his petal-like lips stretched into a straight line. An Rao said nothing more and walked straight towards the crystal hourglass that belonged to him.

Baichuan followed behind An Rao. It was obviously him who was wearing soft satin lace and was so thin and frail that he could control himself with one hand. But he was the one who was nervous. He was even worried because he would inevitably see the thin layer of pink snow. Baichuan didn't want him to see it, but he couldn't explain why.

Sure enough, the playful Lolita youth stopped in front of the crystal hourglass covered with a thin layer of pink first snow. Baichuan stood behind the youth. The soft black short hair behind the youth's head did not reveal his emotions at the moment, but the two small whorls on the top of his head seemed to warn Baichuan that he was stubborn and smart, and was never an easy character to control.

An Rao calmly looked at the crystal clear pink in his crystal hourglass, but his mind was full of storms. Pink sand, does pink correspond to love? But he was just playing with the doll, how could there be sand representing love?

Even though pink represents love, what he saw just now was just a doll, just a doll that looked exactly like Kashiwa. Although when the sunlight fell into his icy eyes and reflected a dazzling light, he was indeed moved when he looked at that incomparable face, but he knew that what he saw in front of him was a doll!

How could a human being fall in love with a doll?

So, what is that pink color?

It is actually very simple to verify this. An Rao is a lawyer. When he finds any doubts, he will immediately verify them. This is his professional habit and also his style of acting decisively.

"Don't..." Baichuan wanted the young man not to worry too much, as this little bit of sand was still far from full, but he was interrupted before he could finish his words.

The handsome young man in a Lolita princess dress turned around and hooked his arms around Baichuan's neck, tilted his head back and kissed him, blocking Baichuan's mouth as he wanted to continue talking. His nose was filled with the unique scent of ice and snow that belonged to Baichuan. An Rao's hand slid to Baichuan's back, and he held him tightly to himself through the cold armor, not allowing him to leave.

An Rao kissed her seriously and forcefully, with a practical spirit of bold hypothesis and careful verification, but soon, the kiss became ambiguous, from a simple experimental test to a sticky and soft one. The air around her began to get hotter while the oxygen became thinner and thinner. An Rao's heart began to grow a strange yet familiar feeling, as if a bud broke through the soil and spread out its soft leaves, as if ten thousand butterflies were dancing in her heart, as if countless roses were blooming at the same time, as if a whale leaped out of the sea, as if birds were perched on the treetops, as if the moonlight swept away the clouds, as if everything in the world was extremely vivid and full of vitality, making people intoxicated.

An Rao began to get scared, as if she was overloaded with information. The fingers that were originally pressing down on Bai Chuan curled up, and her feet even took a step back involuntarily. However, Bai Chuan's reaction was faster, and before An Rao could really take a step back, Bai Chuan raised his hand and grabbed her waist.

He was trembling. In Baichuan's palm was the young man's narrow waist, which was wrapped in soft velvet fabric and trembled slightly, like a frightened bird, shrinking and trying to hide its true desires.

Their breaths intertwined, their lips and tongues lingering, Baichuan looked at the young man in front of him, he closed his eyes shyly, his long eyelashes trembling violently revealed his timidity, his cheeks were slightly flushed with passion, he was extremely beautiful, he thought it was his first time to kiss someone, but he didn't know that they had actually kissed twice.

Twice, but this person had no idea!

Baichuan suddenly felt a little angry, so he responded back even more violently, robbing the man of his oxygen, depriving him of his autonomy, sweeping his mouth, and marching straight in.

In the crystal hourglass behind them, a heavy pink snowflakes fell, as pure and moving as cherry blossom rain. Baichuan saw that Anrao's hair began to turn white, with strands of white hair appearing among the black hair.

No, we must stop!

Baichuan let go of Anrao: "No, remember our safety hand signal? Two, now it's two, two!"

Before she could finish her words, An Rao kissed her fiercely again, and while kissing her, she begged in a vague voice, "Don't let me go..."

"No, you are irrational now, Dr. Lin!" Baichuan began to try to break free from the young man's shackles, but found that he was completely unable to break free. He did not dare to use any strength at all. The hands, arms and feet of this extremely clingy guy had all become puppets. He was more fragile than porcelain.

"You know," An Rao's voice was hoarse and chaotic, and his usually bright eyes were hazy, losing their former clarity, "You always knew that I like you..."

The young man's lips were slightly swollen and shining, like a dewy rose, which made him look even more attractive. An Rao's kiss was impossible for Baichuan to refuse. Alarms were ringing in his head, but he retreated in defeat under the young man's offensive.

So pink is love, and he will be killed by his own love. Baichuan looked at the beautiful young man's hair turning white one by one, and his heart was broken. At this moment, blue snow began to fall in the crystal tube farthest from them.

Baichuan saw that the ends of his hair turned white in front of his eyes.