Help The Paranoid God To Survive The Tribulation [Quick Wear]

8.3

The dormitory hall was filled with residual fragrance and dimly lit by candles. I must have never expected the sudden arrival of the master of the hall.

He looked deeply at the woman in front of him. Her pair of sparkling, clear black eyes reflected the flickering candlelight, but seemed inexplicably bright in the dim room.

His hand stopped on her neck.

She is warm and alive.

The beating pulse seemed to be teasing his palm, beating again and again, almost making him think that the heart in his arms could come to life with her.

He looked deeply at the woman in front of him, his thoughts confused.

He couldn't tell who he was. Since ten years ago, he suddenly felt like he was waking up here, in a place that didn't belong to him. But no matter how I think about it, except for all the memories of this corpse named Yan Changyun, it is difficult to think of anything else.

Maybe he should be Yan Changyun, a zombie who makes a living by sucking blood, or maybe he should be someone else - he couldn't remember clearly, but he felt repulsed by drinking other people's blood.

I just remember that he is looking for someone.

Someone he seemed to hate.

Maybe he was so angry that he wanted to kill that person, or maybe he was so angry that he wanted to cut that person into pieces without killing him.

In the past ten years, he had imagined many images of the person he hated and many ways to vent his hatred.

But it wasn't until today, when he saw her, that he finally understood what kind of hatred it was -

He hates.

Hate yourself.

I hate that he can't be a prisoner to her, I hate that he can't break her wings.

He just wanted to hold her tightly in his arms...

The cold long fingers fell on the neck, like a bloodthirsty sharp blade, exuding a cold aura.

But when Su Xiaohuai saw the person in front of him, he lost all fear.

The familiar eyes are bright red, fiery and focused, making people feel that they will sink deeply into them with just one glance, leaving no trace of their souls behind.

It was as if he had forgotten something and he did not use any force. The hand he held on her neck was as light as a decoration, but also like the touch of intense love, the whisper between body and skin.

Somehow, her nose felt sore and tears fell down, dripping onto his hand.

He froze as if he had been burned, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you?"

Su Xiaohuai was stunned for a moment, then woke up, with a pale smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.

...He doesn't remember her.

That's right, he shouldn't remember her.

This is already a new world, how could he remember her...

However, she clearly knew this, but when she heard him ask her who she was in such a cold tone, she still tasted a sense of resentment.

Maybe he was unwilling, maybe he was angry.

Su Xiaohuai couldn't think clearly and simply didn't think about it. She raised her eyes to look at him and said with an angry smile: "Does the Corpse King politely ask the names of animals before eating?"