Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

[It's your turn next]

No one here can escape!

Xiang Yan and the others gave up resisting as they watched the fragments of Wengming flying into the air and vibrating again.

"Stop!"

A young man ran over from a distance, sunny, handsome, confident, and with the temperament of every protagonist.

Xiang Yan finally got anxious when he saw him: "Ye Heng! What are you doing here? Didn't I ask you to go back to the Federation?"

Ye Heng ignored Xiang Yan and stood in front of Yang Ling'er.

[I remember you]

Yang Ling'er recognized Ye Heng as the person who accidentally saved her once in Y City.

Ye Heng didn't recognize Yang Ling'er. She was very different from her then in terms of temperament and body shape.

"Girl, stop it." Ye Heng said sadly: "You have killed enough people today."

[Are you going to stop me too? ]

"Not blocking, but persuading." Ye Heng pointed at the remaining people and said, "They are all high-level people from various forces. If they all die, the world will fall into turmoil again."

"I know they killed your important people, but he deserved it. He manipulated the two explosions and accidentally injured many innocent ordinary people. Should those who did nothing wrong die? They also have families, and they are also important people in the eyes of others!"

"I'm not blaming anything when I say this. You have killed so many people, and the leader of the Liang Group is dead. Stop it. Violence is never a reasonable way to resolve hatred. Abuse of violence will only give rise to more hatred."

"You have experienced this feeling of loss. Do you want more people to experience the feeling of loss?"

Ye Heng expressed his ideas with emotion. In his opinion, people in this world lack a little understanding. As long as everyone can understand a little and give in, many disputes will be reduced.

[That's the only person who gave me a future]

The floating objects made an irritable sound, and it seemed that they would scatter and harvest the lives of everyone at any time.

Ye Heng quickly shouted, "I can do it, too!"

"You should have experienced the pain of being displaced and alone. If you stop now, I promise to give you a peaceful and beautiful future!"

Ye Heng took a step closer and looked at Yang Ling'er sincerely.

"Really, as long as you believe me!"

[You? Not worthy! ]

Puff puff puff...

Flowers of blood bloomed in the air, outlining the most intuitive appearance of death.

There were no more survivors in front of the group, including Ye Heng, the son of destiny in the original world line, who frustrated Liang Yuanlong's ambition.

Yang Ling'er stood quietly in the middle of the pile of corpses, without the pleasure of revenge, only visible confusion.

There was no place for her to settle down in such a big world.

Next,

where should she go?

The setting sun was like blood, and death and departure had become inevitable.

Yang Ling'er took a step and walked on the way home.

At this moment, the world in front of her was constantly collapsing and shattering.

Each fallen fragment was imprinted with her vivid and dreamlike memory. Even if the girl in the fragment did not smile, her happiness could still be seen from her eyes.

Now these gradually gray fragments covered the road home.

Even if Yang Linger was careful, even if she tried to avoid the fragments of memory, her feet would still be pierced.

What flowed out of the wound was not blood, but the past that she could not find back and the future that she could not reach.

She knew that there was no home at the end of the road, only endless exile.

But she still wanted to go back and take another look.

The familiar community became strange in just half a day

There used to be someone here every day who took her running in the hopeful morning, wanting to use her sweat to grow a heavy fruit that belonged to her alone.

The house that accompanied her day and night turned into the most distant memory under the dust curtain that had not been cleaned for several days.

Yang Linger stretched out her fingers and stroked the wall, wooden door, mattress, and finally stopped on the sofa.

Her empty eyes seemed to have crossed time and space, and saw the figure who liked to sit here, ordinary and illusory. It seemed that the person who was not from this world had broken through layers of barriers and stayed by her side for a short time in the most ordinary image.

The real death is not the momentary pain, but the fact that no matter how hard you try day and night, you can't change it.

Yang Linger lay on the sofa and slowly closed her eyes.

Ji Feng came to her again with the sunshine, put her head on his legs, and gently stroked her hair.

Yang Linger's body trembled slightly, and she resisted the urge to raise her head and look at him again. She was afraid that she would scare Ji Feng away and even the little warmth left would be gone.

[Ji Feng, I can speak now]

[But I can't hear my own voice]

[I don't know what my voice sounds like in your mind]

[If I had made it clear at the beginning that I wanted to be an ordinary person, an ordinary person who could always stay by your side, would you not have abandoned me?]

[Can you tell me how I should live next?]

[I really don't want to do anything else]

[If this is the only way to become a complete person, I really can't go on]

Yang Ling'er suddenly felt that Ji Feng's palm touching her head disappeared.

Not only Ji Feng but also the sunshine he brought disappeared.

The whole world fell into darkness again, and she returned to the dungeon, huddled in a small corner with another girl who looked like a withered and numb girl.

In the darkness, a figure slowly approached, holding a blood-stained fire axe, split the door lock, and picked up the girl beside her.

They walked out of the dungeon and walked into the untouchable darkness.

The familiar voice came faintly with frivolous and funny.

"How about I perform a magic trick for you?"

"This is a gift for you."

"Let's get to know each other again. My name is Ji Feng."

Yang Ling'er got up in a panic and ran over, grabbing the railing and trying to take another look at the figure in the dark.

[Take me with you too, please, take me with you again! ]

The voice echoed for a long time, and finally exchanged for a sigh.

The figure returned to the prison.

"I'll carry you one last time, and it's time to go back after watching."

Yang Ling'er saw her original self, the original Ji Feng, and her world was constantly being pieced together with the bits and pieces of the past.

At the end of the road, Yang Ling'er found that she had walked away from him and was getting farther and farther away from him.

Just as Yang Ling'er was about to return to that world, an insurmountable abyss separated the two of them.

The figure stood in the colorful world and smiled at her, with encouragement in his eyes.

……

Yang Ling'er reluctantly opened her eyes, and her tears had already wet the sofa.

She wiped her tears and sat up from the sofa.

Kong Huayue was looking at her anxiously beside her.

"Ling'er, are you awake? Aunt Kong was really scared. Your body was as hot as a stove just now, and there was blood all over your body. Are you injured?"

Yang Ling'er shook her head, took out the notepad and walked to the window.

She picked up a pen and wrote carefully on the notepad.

[I will live, only in this way can I protect the last gift you left for me]

The notepad turned into pieces,

The breeze carried her heart in the girl's eyes, and rolled up the pieces and flew into the sky.

A cry that will never be answered, constantly floating and dissipating in the world.

[Monsoon...]