Chapter 20 Chapter 20 A mountain torrent poured down, countless tiny stars...
"Who are you."
Lin Miao stared at the air in front of him and said sternly.
"who I am?"
"Of course I am—you."
A voice exactly the same as Lin Miao's, with another layer of hoarse and low tone, echoed in this narrow and stuffy space, accompanied by a strange "hehe" laugh, as if an old bellows had a hole in it.
"I am you, the cowardly, useless one who is looked down upon and ignored by everyone, Lin Miao."
"I know what you want to say - you want to say that I am already your past and you have become stronger, right?"
The voice was sometimes contemptuous, sometimes sharp and piercing. "But have you really gotten rid of me?! You, Lin Miao, can you really forget me in your heart?"
"No, you didn't!"
It declared arbitrarily, brutally tearing open the wound that had not yet healed, causing it to fester again.
Wisps of black mist rose in the void, gradually increasing and solidifying, and finally transformed into a human figure.
That face - that face, half of it had the familiar eyebrows and eyes, exuding the same charm as hers; the other half was covered with a white mask, with purple lines climbing on it like vines, eerie and strange.
she.
With the devil.
This is the last level set by the Demon King.
Lin Miao looked at "her" quietly, realizing this very clearly.
The illusion was divided into two parts, the first half was the devil's past, and the second half was his own past.
And at the end of the illusion, when He merged with her most desperate and unbearable memories, what choice should she make?
Or, rather than Lin Miao, it would be better to say it was the Demon King. How would the Demon King feel when faced with his past that he couldn't bear to look back on?
...He hates.
When she was still playing the role of the Demon King, her surging emotions were not fake.
Born from the burning flames, he was challenged and even beaten by demons and monsters before he had time to catch his breath; after finally devouring them and conquering hell, he saved a little human girl out of kindness, but was misunderstood and abused by people; the plague was obviously not caused by him, but the blame was put on him, arousing anger and hatred in the world, and finally he was surrounded by the gods, and his life and death were unknown.
Since His birth, good intentions have been isolated and evil thoughts have been rampant. The soil of hatred and hostility cannot grow the flowers of tolerance and understanding, and using it as fertilizer can only produce the thorns of hatred.
He hated his past, but like her, he could not truly forget it.
"If you can't ignore me—then kill me?"
Amidst the muffled sound of sand rubbing against each other, countless tiny legs wiggled their way into her ear canal. "Kill me, and you won't have to endure this shameful past."
"Only by killing me can you truly defeat me... escape the darkness and have a bright and glorious future."
"Kill me. Kill me!"
Kill her, kill her...
The bewitching voice was like the song of a siren, constantly stirring up the most primitive impulses in Lin Miao's heart, instigating and provoking her in every possible way.
yes.
Kill her.
This is also the devil's wish.
Lin Miao raised his hands, wrapped them around "her" neck, and gently stroked the biting cold.
Follow that desire, little by little, slowly tightening.
The entity of the black fog became fainter, as if it was controlled by her and could not bear the burden.
It will disappear soon.
Is everything coming to an end?
Her dull and dazed gaze fell on her hand that was pinching the black shadow, and she accidentally saw the small flame on the side of her wrist.
“…”
It's flame.
A flash of clarity finally appeared in her foggy mind. In the unclear picture, the man with long black and red hair in front of the white jade palace casually held her wrist, but the demonic energy that entered her veins was extremely careful and gentle.
He said, if you encounter danger, just press this sign.
He will come eventually.
Then she naturally thought of that dream again, the dream that they all knew how it came about, but no one pointed it out.
The sky cleared up after the damp rain, and the scent of grass and dew covered the smell of decay.
The puppies she had trained ran towards her and surrounded her one by one, their watery eyes full of dependence and their tails wagging in spirals, expressing their closeness.
After more than ten years of darkness, she became a very good dog trainer and won two championships in IPO with her dogs.
The sincere, passionate and desperate love from her dog family is trying to heal all the vivid scars even though she encounters setbacks many times.
The angry head loved killing and never had any patience, but it gave her the most heartwarming dream on Mujia Mountain.
...After experiencing the purest love, hatred and unwillingness seemed to be a luxurious waste of every beautiful moment of her future.
Lin Miao maintained the posture of pinching the neck, but relaxed the strength of his hands.
——She finally understood what the demon king wanted to test her in this final level.
Lin Miao smiled sincerely, staring at half of himself, then stood on tiptoes and kissed the corner of "her" lips very lightly.
Instantly separate.
“Overcoming the past does not require getting rid of or forgetting it.”
"—I accept you."
She said.
As an inseparable part of me, as the baptism of wind and rain before embracing the rainbow;
This is the path that I must take to become who I am.
The sound of shattering glass was deafening, and the walls began to collapse and shatter, fading their colors and revealing their original appearance.
The illusion is over.
The familiar corridors and sculptures reminded Lin Miao that she had returned to the castle of the three-headed dog.
Lin Miao, who survived the catastrophe...
Lin Miao felt that there might be something seriously wrong with her eyes.
——Someone please tell her why the black shadow that was supposed to symbolize her past with the Demon King didn’t disappear, but instead turned into Errol’s appearance!!!
The blood-red eyes of the demon in front of him were filled with misty smoke, and his eyes were unfocused; his sweaty hair hung on his forehead, and his handsome face seemed to have been steamed by hot steam. The dangerous charm at this moment turned into a nightmarish sexiness, tempting people to sink into it.
...It turns out that "charming and graceful" can also be used to describe men.
Realizing that his claws were still touching Errol's neck, Lin Miao withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted and put it behind his back.
Above the black collar, the deep red marks of strangulation were clearly visible and extremely eye-catching.
Lin Miao swallowed and looked around.
"Why is it you? You've also entered the illusion? That's quite a coincidence, haha."
Ha ha.
What the hell are you talking about, you idiot?! How can you lose the composure that a carbon-based creature should have just because of some luxurious beauty?
Lin Miao silently condemned herself while waiting for the bad dog to attack.
However, the bad dog Errol seemed to have suddenly woken up from a dream, anxious and uneasy. He stopped commenting on the performance of his pet human, and the accusation of being strangled was also forgotten. He even forgot the original intention of coming here, and did not even look directly at Lin Miao. He quickly ran to the stairs with his hands and feet together.
Lin Miao:?
Seeing that the demon was about to leave the top floor, Lin Miao's eyes flashed, and he took the opportunity to ask the biggest question -
"Lord Errol, is this illusion really the trial ground given by the Demon King to his subordinates?"
She was sure that Errol heard her question, because as soon as she finished speaking, the demon disappeared directly in front of her.
“…”
*
Errol teleported back to his room and immediately gasped for breath.
Almost...
It was almost discovered.
He couldn't imagine the consequences of being discovered, just as he couldn't answer Lin Miao's last question at all.
Because he lied to her.
This certainly couldn't be the "trial ground" set up by the Demon King for his subordinates.
The vague impression of that adult told the devil that when it comes to his subordinates, the devil always judges them by their actions rather than their hearts, no matter what their inner thoughts are. As long as they show enough loyalty and ability in their actions, they can become his sword.
The only one whose "heart" needs to be tested by the Demon King is—
The devil himself.
That was an illusion the devil created for himself.
Erasing one's own memories, repeating one's own pain, and torturing oneself again and again, one can sharpen one's mind and become indestructible from the inside out.
If you don’t pass, you die.
Naturally, it is impossible to see the scene inside the illusion and test the "loyalty".
He didn't understand. Even if he felt Lin Miao's perfunctory attitude, there were too many ways to prove Lin Miao's loyalty, too many ways that he could easily control - why did he blurt out the risky decision of "going to the Demon King's Trial Realm" at that moment?
If he didn't care about the life or death of a pet, then why did he feel so panicked and anxious after she entered, as if he was about to lose some irretrievable treasure, and followed her into the illusion without thinking?
Even though, I knew clearly that I would most likely die in there... ?
The only thing Errol hadn't expected was that his consciousness would be erased, and he would become the Demon King and her fragile past, a past that needed to be gotten rid of.
The memories of the past were forcibly erased when the illusion ended, and only the last few frames remained in his mind.
...very clear.
He kept on talking about the evil thoughts hidden in her heart, trying to anger her, to make her lose her mind and be driven by hatred.
Then the girl walked towards him with an expressionless face.
Her delicate white hands rose up and grasped his neck.
Slowly close up.
Her cold fingertips dug deep into the skin on the side of his neck, his larynx made a slight crisp sound in her palm, his trachea was strangled, and the feeling of suffocation spread with the warm breath.
It's time to be vigilant.
Going to be killed.
Without any memories, he should only have the instincts of a wild beast. Even if he is controlled by the illusion, can he really abandon the "survival" that is engraved in his bones?
The blood boiled in the lack of oxygen, and like a careless explorer who had accidentally eaten poisonous mushrooms, the brain was thrown to the top of the waves again and again.
Just when he thought he was going to drown in the ocean,
However, the girl relaxed her grip the next moment.
...Aren’t you going to pinch me anymore?
...Why don't you pinch it anymore?
He was lost, the sense of loss he didn't know where it came from spreading like wild weeds. Suddenly, a soft, warm touch touched the corner of his lips.
“…”
Mountain torrents poured down for thousands of miles, and countless tiny sparks exploded in the night sky.
“Hu…Hu.”
Hidden in the dark and absolutely safe private space, he walked to the floor-length mirror. His good night vision allowed him to see the blush on his face afterward.
No different from those disgusting people he had played with before,
lewd.
The demon's hand slowly rose and rested on his neck.
It must have taken him a long time to struggle between being sober and sinking into depravity. He was a proud devil, so how could he accept such self-degradation so easily?
However, after just a few breaths, he imitated the way the human girl treated him and tightened his five fingers little by little.
His joints suddenly tensed, and his breath was snatched away again. Errol closed his eyes, unwilling to see his own ugliness in the mirror.
“…Lin Miao.”
The devil murmured the girl's name, imagining her smiling face, and at a certain moment his blood-red pupils lost focus.
He really wanted to...
I really want to be...
Give me a kiss.
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