Entering a Split Personality

Xiao He experienced real death again.

But fortunately... this is actually not true.

Although the pain was 100%, at the last moment, he finally woke up.

After waking up, everything was gone.

Xiao He opened his eyes. At that moment, his thoughts were a little broken, but he soon woke up.

Qin Su's voice sounded in his ears: "Your spirit fluctuates greatly, can you tell me what happened?"

"I'm dead." Xiao He turned his head slightly and looked at the people around him.

Al...No, it's Fan Shen. He slept there and was safe.

With a sigh of relief, Xiao He's mood calmed down.

"I killed Lance, but Lance also killed me. My mission...failed?"

Qin Su frowned slightly, but soon he said, "You succeeded."

"What?" Xiao He snapped up and sat up. Because of the excessive force, he felt a violent dizziness, and almost never fell again.

Qin Su supported him, looked at him and said, "You successfully cured one of his personality."

Xiao He still couldn't understand: "Impossible. Although I killed Lance, I am also dead. I saw Al, he...he..."

"He is desperate?" Qin Su looked at him without blinking.

Xiao He only remembered for a moment, and his heart was full of bitterness: "Yes, I didn't expect him to be there, I didn't expect him to see it, I..."

The chaotic thoughts in his mind suddenly gathered, Xiao He stopped talking, and couldn't help but stop.

"Why is Al there? Al already knew, didn't he? He chased me? He thought I had betrayed him with Lance?"

Lost in the game, watching.

When he was in it, Xiao He couldn't notice the slightest strangeness, but after leaving that game, he instantly thought about it.

Qin Su nodded: "You can't hide it from him."

Xiao He's pupils slowly focused, he looked at Qin Su, his eyes were full of calmness: "You guessed it a long time ago."

"Yes." Qin Su lowered his eyes slightly and explained in a low voice, "Lance's strategy cannot be concealed from him, and you are too important to him. He will definitely pay close attention to all your actions, so you Once in contact with Lance, he should know."

Xiao He's voice became colder: "But at that time you suggested that I conceal from him, and you suggested that I commit suicide by myself. This is simply wrong."

If Al had known it, but what was he hiding? What's the point?

And... Xiao He suddenly remembered the conversation between himself and Lance, what would he think if Al had heard them all? What do you think? How desperate will it be?

Xiao He is a good-tempered person, but at this moment, he is angry: "Qin Su, you..."

"I'm sorry." The man in suit and leather shoes bowed his head and said apologetically, "In order to accomplish the task, I deceived you, but this is also a last resort. You are important to him, but you are not destined to live forever. They stay with him in the spiritual world, so... you need to break that dream."

"And we are powerless, only he himself can wake up from it."

"He loves you, and you gave your life for him. This kind of injury is unforgettable, but it is not true despair."

Xiao He stared at him blankly, and then twitched his mouth in a self-deprecating manner: "Is it because I like him too?"

Although he is dead, because he did not betray him, Al will not really fall into Wuwang.

But... he died, just got it, and lost it again, this kind of heavy blow is enough to make people...

Qin Su spoke very clearly, and Xiao He also understood.

It's just that he still has a strong sense of powerlessness.

He healed him? Is this really a cure?

Qin Su calmed him softly: "Mr. Xiao, no matter what disease it is, he always has to experience some pain to heal. This is a process, but fortunately, the direction is right."

Xiao He waved his hand, not wanting to hear him say any more: "I want to take a break."

"Come on, I'll take you to the room."

Xiao He didn't leave: "I'm here, can I?"

Qin Su was slightly startled, but did not refuse: "Okay, I'm next door, if you need to, you can press the communication button."

"Good." Xiao He replied.

When Qin Su left, Xiao He was relieved and sat down dejectedly.

He looked at the man in front of him from top to bottom, drawing his eyebrows bit by bit, imagining the appearance of his opening his eyes.

He and Al spent two full months together, but they had already carved those memories into the bone marrow.

Xiao He couldn't tell the feeling in his heart. He just wanted to look at him and touch him, and then he would feel at ease.

Fortunately, you will forget everything.

Fortunately, you will wake up.

For the first time, Xiao He was very thankful for this.

Perhaps because he was too tired, Xiao He leaned against him and slowly fell asleep.

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to that dreamland, with gorgeous palaces, proud elves, and even more dazzling silver-haired men than the sun and the moon.

Xiao He was full of joy and couldn't wait to get close to him.

But just when he was about to touch him, the picture turned abruptly.

The brilliance seemed to be swallowed by a black hole, the palace was swept by the wind, and the painting-like world instantly became a dark hell.

Xiao He was horrified, and then he saw the boundless blood.

Bright red, rich, overwhelming.

A strong sense of suffocation struck, and Xiao He seemed to have returned to that moment.

His heart is gone, he is dying.

Looking up again, he saw Al.

There was brilliant red between his silver hair, and a little scarlet on his gorgeous clothes.

Like a winter plum in the cold snow, cold-eyed, coquettish, and untouchable

He hugged him with a gentle expression and a gentle tone: "Xiao He, I will take you home"

Xiao He looked at him, suddenly lost all senses, and floated into the void.

He saw them.

The silver-haired elf walked in a pool of blood, gently holding the elf boy who had lost his breath.

The silver and black hair strands are entangled, finely shattered, and entangled. It should not be integrated, but at this moment it is difficult to separate each other.

Al’s beautiful eyes were hollow, without a trace of luster, but his lips were blooming with the most beautiful smile. He kissed Xiao He’s forehead, put the small heart in it, and whispered gently: "Don’t be afraid, I’m here. Here."

Xiao He's heart suddenly palpitated, and he was almost covered by the overwhelming acidity.

Opening his mouth, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't make any sound.

The silver-haired elf dragged his long clothes, holding the boy whom he regarded as a treasure, and walked forward slowly.

And where he walked, the sky was scarlet, and the whole world was like a collapsed castle, quickly and irretrievably turned into dust.