Master Mixer [Rebirth]

Jing Mo's eyes were reddish, turning his head to look at Lu Ming steadily, and choked up: "Brother, you won't be killed by..., will you?"

Lu Ming was taken aback for a moment, and then stretched out his eyebrows, walked forward to hug Jing Mo's trembling body, patted his back, and whispered, "How come? These are all your hallucinations, don't be afraid. ."

Jing Mo stretched out his hands, hugged Luming tightly, hot tears dripped between Luming's neck, sobbing in a low voice, Luming was heartbroken, and he didn't know how to comfort him.

After a long time, Jing Mo said: "If these become real one day, I will... kill that person for you."

Lu Ming patted his head amusedly, and said with a smile: "I have said that this is an illusion. Hurry up and go out with me, okay? Forget everything here."

Jing Mo finally stopped crying, and said dullly: "I don't know how to get out. The people in the village just now, they all called your name and said they would unite to kill you. When I get angry, Kill them all."

Lu Ming was startled, and was silent for a few seconds before he said: "So, you killed all those people?"

Jing Mo raised his head and looked at Lu Ming aggrievedly, with crystal tears in his eyes, and his mouth narrowed: "They are all bad guys. If you don't kill them, your brother will be besieged by them."

When Lu Ming heard the words, his expression couldn't help becoming serious. Although killing people in the fantasy realm would not cause anyone's death, Xiao Mo said so unscrupulously about killing people, and there was no sense of fear at all. They were all normal and a little abnormal.

No, if this goes on, sooner or later, this child will have psychological problems. In case he grows into a pervert like Sang Wusheng. It’s too late. It’s time to teach him a lesson on the mental health of adolescents. ...

Lu Ming thought this way, and his desire to leave the illusion became more and more urgent. He took Jing Mo towards the way he came, went down the Wumian Mountain, and came to the village again, only to find that the corpses all over the ground had disappeared, and the huge village was so quiet that there was no sound, as if everything was just now. Hallucinations.

Lu Ming said as he walked: "Xiao Mo, you have to remember that everything that happens here is your own illusion. No matter what you see or hear, don’t worry about it. Hold my hand, don’t Let go and just follow me."

When Jing Mo heard this, his heart trembled abruptly. An indescribable feeling gradually filled every inch of his body, as calm and warm as soaking in a hot spring, all the sadness and sorrow he experienced when he was trapped in the phantom array. The pain seemed to vanish in an instant. He held Lu Ming's hand back tightly and nodded lightly, his eyes gleaming like stars.

Lu Ming walked to the tall red lacquered door, took a deep breath, pushed open the door hard, and looked inside.

When I came, the road was in front of me. It was not an invisible abyss like before. The long corridor appeared in front of me again. Lu Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Xiao Mo's demon had been removed, and the road he came to was gradually built up. In this way, the two of them could go out soon.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flew up and stood in front of the two of them.

Lu Ming was startled, and hurriedly pulled Jing Mo back a few steps, looking at the person in front of him.

The man was dressed in black garb, his brows and eyes were cold and handsome, but his body was so alienated and cold that he almost didn't dare to approach him. This person was actually the adult version of Sang Wusheng who had just duel with He Qingci on the Wumian Mountain.

When Jing Mo saw the other party, a trace of panic flashed in his heart, looked at him and said angrily: "Get out!"

The other party was not upset either, just raised the corner of his mouth and glanced at him, sneered: "Unexpectedly, I was so unbearable when I was young."

Jing Mo was trembling with anger, and the hand that grabbed Lu Ming tightened. Lu Ming looked at him worriedly, then comforted: "This is an illusion, don't believe it."

Jing Mo heard this, took a deep breath, smiled faintly at Lu Ming, and said, "Brother, don't worry, I can handle it."

After all, before Lu Ming could react, he quietly poured the magic energy into the palm of his hand holding Lu Ming, and slowly introduced it into Lu Ming's body.

Lu Ming, who was standing by, didn't know what had happened, and suddenly felt a burst of fatigue. He secretly said that it was not good, and his body immediately stiffened, so he had to forcefully hold on to the intense sleepiness that was constantly coming, and hold on to his crumbling body, and he did not forget to tighten Jing Mo's hand, and said intermittently: "Xiao Mo... this is. Illusion, don't you..."

Lu Ming couldn't hold it anymore, and fell softly to the ground. Jing Mo hurriedly reached out to catch Lu Ming, gently picked him up and lay down on the stone aside, and did not forget to take off his clothes and cover him, for fear that he would catch a cold.

When the man saw this, he immediately sneered: "Is that so afraid of him discovering your identity? Sang Wusheng."

Jing Mo touched Luming's quiet sleeping face, then stood up, looked at the person in front coldly, and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

"How can it have nothing to do with me?" The man smiled faintly, with a hint of sarcasm on his cheek, "I am you."

Jing Mo said coldly: "You are just my illusion."

The man suddenly laughed when he heard the words, and then said: "Do you think that everything you have just experienced is an illusion? Then you are very wrong. This is the real world, and you are hidden deep in your heart and forgotten. Your memory, and everything that happened just now, is part of your personal experience."

Upon hearing this, Jing Mo felt like a thunderous blow in his heart. He stared at the person in front of him who looked almost exactly the same, and his voice trembled: "No, I don't believe it, even if I die, I won't do anything to hurt him."

"Do you really think he is really the pure and kind He Qingci?" The other party smiled coldly, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, and then said, "Have you ever really understood him? He talked to him every day. You stay together, but you still have countless secrets you don't know, but you never explain it to you, don't you?"

Jing Mo was shocked, a panic flashed in his eyes. The elder brother is indeed full of secrets, and he never explained the reason to him. Although he always convinced himself not to think about it, the doubts in his heart are already deep. Today, he was suddenly uprooted by this person. How could he not let him? Panicked?

The other party seemed to see his panic, and then said: "He never tells the truth to you, just treats you as an outsider. In a few years, or decades, he will marry a wife and have children and have Your own family. And you, just a sad outsider, will only be completely abandoned by him in the end. For him, you are just a dispensable brother. If you are known by him in the future, you have been lying to him from the beginning. , Pretending to be his innocent and kind brother Jing Mo, but hiding his demon identity, then he will not hesitate to drive you away, let you go away, completely disappear in his life, and no more in this life. See."

"Stop talking!" Jing Mo hugged his head tightly. The intense pain seemed to be tearing every nerve in him. Those words seemed like a curse, causing him to lose control of his whole body, and the demonic energy all over his body began to be chaotic. When he sprang up, the dark lines on his cheeks slowly appeared, and his appearance gradually changed from Jing Mo to Sang Wusheng, and his red eyes were full of pain and despair.

Seeing his appearance, the other party snorted disdainfully, and said, "It's not promising."

At this moment, Jing Mo could not hear the other party's words at all, but the scene of Lu Ming's bad words at him was constantly recurring in his mind. Even at the end, Lu Ming had been indifferent to him to the extreme, and his warm smile had long ceased to exist. Every time he looked at him, he had an expression of extreme disgust, wishing him to die immediately.

Jing Mo was covered in huge fear, his brain buzzed, and the darkness before his eyes. A trace of blood dripped slowly down the corner of his mouth, his eyes were red, he had completely lost his reason, only boundless hatred and anger filled his brain, making him feel like he was in a sea of ​​fire, burned by the fire. torment.

At this moment, a faint voice suddenly appeared in Jing Mo's heart. The voice seemed to have boundless temptation, and whispered in his ear: "Since you don't want to lose it, let him completely become his own thing."

"Become my own thing completely..." Jing Mo's heart trembled suddenly, as if grasping the straw, he asked eagerly, "What should I do?"

The voice in my heart was bewildered and chuckled: "Get all the power so that he can no longer compete with you, and then imprison him by your side, and you will never escape for life."

As soon as the voice fell, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of Jing Mo's eyes, as if constantly tempting him to go there. The voice continued: "Go, inherit all the power of the demons in your body, so that you can do whatever you want, and no one can resist you, including him."

Jing Mo lifted his steps, his eyes were loose, and he approached the beam of light vaguely. At this moment, a weird smile suddenly formed at the corner of his mouth. He walked and whispered: "As long as he gets the power of the demons, my brother will never again. Will leave me."

The beam of light got closer and closer to him, and in the end, Jing Mo's whole body was covered by a strong light. The light seemed to penetrate his body, and gradually it all submerged in his body.

The dark lines on Jing Mo's cheeks became more and more profound and clear, and a pair of red eyes gleamed with chilling light, his long black hair was messed up by the wind, and the whole person was gradually entangled by the sudden black magic energy. He closed his eyes, his handsome cheeks slightly raised, as if he was undergoing a baptism and transformation.

Until a long time in the past, the black air and light gradually disappeared. Jing Mo slowly opened his eyes, and the pair of red pupils no longer existed, replaced by those black eyes that looked like obsidian.

Jing Mo slowly walked towards Luming, bent down, his head full of green silk hanging lightly on the sleeping person. He stretched out his hand lovingly caressed Luming's peaceful sleeping face, looked at it for a long time, then rubbed Luming's cheek affectionately with his chin, and then leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Brother, Wu Sheng in this life I will never let you go again."

The sleeping Lu Ming seemed a little uneasy, his brows frowned slightly, and his body flinched involuntarily, not knowing if it was because of the cold.