Lord of Eternal Darkness

Mo Yue was stunned at first and didn't react.

It seems that the dream program has made an error and is parsing the meaning of the language. Run now.

Li Xiaoming still held on to the hope of a lucky escape, and then found that the door was locked.

Destiny likes to joke so much, his face is full of helplessness and sadness.

He turned around and looked at the girl approaching him step by step. Her body was swaying a little and she was holding a sharp knife. She seemed to be even more angry.

"What are you doing with swords and guns? Let's talk about it. I'm wrong." Li Xiaoming stepped back, only to find that there was no way to retreat behind him.

His spine was pressed against the door panel, quietly looking for opportunities, his hands groping for something.

Mo Yue showed a terrifying smile, which almost reached the base of his ears. Without blinking, he stabbed with the bright sharp knife.

Li Xiaoming was not in a hurry, he ducked sideways and found the right moment to throw the cabinet next to him.

"Boom" sound.

Before the wooden cabinet even got close to the opponent, it was penetrated by a knife, thrown aside and smashed into pieces.

Li Xiaoming was shocked, but he didn't want to use this trick to subdue her.

"Is that all A Ming has? Give up the struggle quickly. Why do you choose to reject me?"

With her face pressed against the knife, the girl happily approached Li Xiaoming step by step.

"I have a question now, how did you hide that half-meter-long knife without me discovering it?"

Li Xiaoming pretended to be serious on the outside, but actually he was panicking inside.

The two of them were like a cat chasing a mouse, singing the duo and spinning around the sofa.

From time to time, Li Xiaoming picked up convenient objects from around him and threw them at them, but they were easily dodged by the opponent.

The other party became a little impatient, jumped over the sofa, and struck with a knife.

Li Xiaoming suddenly panicked, picked up an apple and threw it over. The opponent raised his knife and pierced the apple with the tip of the knife still pressing forward.

“Good technique for peeling apples!”

Li Xiaoming saw the knife stabbing his chest, but he stood there stupidly.

Mo Yue's face showed unconcealable joy, she was about to succeed.

Xiao Ming made a desperate move and directly grabbed the opponent's wrist, quickly pulling the opponent forward to make the opponent lose his balance, taking the opportunity to knock him to the ground, and then used his knee to press the wrist to disarm him.

The whole movement was done smoothly and smoothly, and it can be clearly seen that it is a military fighting technique.

Seeing that this thin girl, who may also be a monster, was pinned down and unable to move, the bones of her arm that had been fused with the knife were directly broken, and she temporarily lost her mobility.

Li Xiaoming took a long breath and relaxed a lot. It seemed that he had won.

The next second, I suddenly felt a little pain in my stomach, as if something was leaking out.

He covered the painful area with his hand, widened his eyes, and slowly raised his palm. There was a scarlet color on it, which was extremely dazzling under the light.

Shock was written all over his face. He turned around and saw that the opponent's right hand turned into a second scimitar.

Li Xiaoming used his last bit of strength to kick the opponent away hard.

She fell to the ground, and at the same time the knife in her hand was pulled out of Li Xiaoming's wound, and a large amount of blood spurted out in an instant.

She let out a terrifying laugh, "Hahahaha, what wonderful blood, don't try to escape me anymore, you will get eternal love."

"Kill...kill, help! Is there anyone who can save this child who looks 216 months old?"

Li Xiaoming shouted hoarsely, clutching the wound and falling to the ground, crawling backwards. The pain was eroding every nerve, and death was gradually approaching.

"It is absolutely not allowed to like others. Everything about you is mine, everything belongs to me. I like you so much, so much. Why should you ignore me! Now you belong to me forever."

With a gloomy face and a smile, she walked elegantly holding a sharp knife step by step.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and he could only hear the sound of footsteps approaching him.

"Who the hell brings a knife when they go out!"

Before Li Xiaoming died, he still didn't forget to complain, "It doesn't hurt that much?"

The flies flying under the light concealed this sin, and the red liquid spread all over the corners of the table.

I hope the landlord will clean the room tomorrow, otherwise the house will not be rented out.

This is how everything ends, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

"Heroes are immortal!"

At this moment, Li Xiaoming suddenly stood up, thinking that he had a strong ability to heal himself.

Especially in the virtual dream world, you can directly use Meng Yuan to repair it.

Yes, I am in a dream. If a dreamer cannot control dreams, what kind of dreamer is he?

This is the same as a young lady is not a young lady, and a teacher is not a teacher.

Before the other party could react, he looked at the door and slammed his head into it.

The door was knocked away in an instant. It seems that the door is not that hard to break. What does it mean to break out of the door?

"Goodbye, it's 1,000 years too late for me to die!" Li Xiaoming laughed unbridled. As long as he ran out, he could do whatever he wanted in such a big space outside. With 1.5 times the physical fitness, he could still run. Not fast?

Okay, it really doesn’t seem to be running too fast.

Before running down the 10-meter corridor, I felt something hit me hard on my back. I sped up and hit the wall hard, and all the bones in my body seemed to be broken.

He was lying on the ground coughing up blood. He must have gone out today and didn't read the almanac. How could he have a nightmare?

How could the protagonist in this dream be me? Don't you usually die on behalf of someone else?

Li Xiaoming looked behind him. What hit him just now was a tentacle, but the flesh and blood at the top was extremely thick, and the bone spurs protruded like a thorn hammer.

The beautiful figure of the girl is approaching slowly, singing a slightly weird song.

"Forty-nine flowers bloomed in the underworld, and someone picked thirteen."

"One flower brings heartbreak, two flowers blinds the lover's eyes with tears."

"Three flowers fell off a cliff while collecting herbs. I don't know whether they will live or die, but there are still ten left."

"The bride wears four flowers on her head, white skin and red clothes, waiting for her lover."

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Li Xiaoming sighed, "What the hell are you singing? It's all out of tune and there's no atmosphere at all! I'm almost dead, why don't you just put on a show on my grave if you're still going to do this for me?"

Mo Yue's face was constantly changing at this time.

The movements became mechanical, and it was indeed not the familiar person in the memory. This was indeed a dream, but the pain was so real.

Li Xiaoming lay on the ground, feeling death approaching, and his body became increasingly cold.

It scares him so much that if he dies in his dream, he will never wake up in reality. There are many such cases.

The weirder the dream the dreamer has, the greater the damage to the body. If there is any benefit, it is nothing more than a further exploration of the unknown, and the more powerful the dream element can be used.

Li Xiaoming often dreamed in the past, but he dreamed of other people, mostly dead people, which was not considered auspicious. He rarely dreamed of himself as the protagonist.

And what happened in the dream will actually happen in a few days.

So he likes to read newspapers and guess based on the details which issue the dead person in reality is from the dream to express his pessimism and helplessness.

These dreams all have a prophetic function, but they all occur randomly, and they can only construct characters, simulate scenes, and death situations based on the surface of memory.

The deceased and the murderer were all played by familiar people, so there was no way to guess who the murderer was. If so, those actors were all murderers.

Under normal circumstances, Li Xiaoming would not choose to save people in the real world after learning about their death dates.

First, the targets are too random and their identities are unclear.

Second, he suffered a lot and spent a lot of money, but he failed to save that person, and instead implicated other innocent people.

Third, some people deserve to die and are not worthy of being saved.

I have dreamed that I was dead before, and then I encountered a lot of trouble in reality, and I really almost died.

But this time I'm afraid I'm going to get into trouble again. In the dream, I learned the details of the cause of death so that I could avoid it. In reality, I had to run far away when I woke up.

He looked at the twisted monster with dull eyes, and suddenly the corners of his mouth raised and he said with a smile:

"Hello, beautiful girl, it seems that our date is a little too early. I hope you won't forget me. Goodbye!"

The speed of the other party's actions suddenly accelerated, and the tentacle behind him hit Li Xiaoming's head hard, like a watermelon being opened. The blood scattered along with the bones, dirtying the stairs.

Li Xiaoming's eyes turned black and he couldn't see anything.

The opponent didn't seem to be relieved, so he hit him hard many times, and now he couldn't be revived. Sometimes the ending was like this, unexpected.

But reality has only just begun.