Tianran denied everything to him, so he tried his best to protect her. He never thought that he would hurt Tianran. Even if it weren't for the tranquility in the dream, he couldn't bear to do it.
Mu Yu shook his head: "No, he can't do it. He doesn't want to see Tian Ran lying in front of him dripping with blood."
"That's not true!" Kumu said sternly.
Even if he knew that killing Tian Ran was a fiction, did he know that the feeling of Zhitu Realm was so real that it was almost impossible for him to find any flaws? In that real and false world, Tianran's death is not a real feeling for him, but it means real death for him!
That world full of hope was just like the false but unparalleled memory implanted in him by the phantom.
Mu Yu put the dagger eastward and asked, "Old man, how can I get out of the illusion?"
Without saying a word, Kumu turned to look at Fake Muyu next to him, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stabbed Fake Muyu's chest with a knife. There was a slight movement on his face, which made his body tremble, but he held himself firmly and said, "Are you red now?"
There was something strange about Deadwood's voice, which made Mu Yu startled.
Fake Muyu's eyes became dull. He looked at the dead wood in disbelief, and then a desperate gray air appeared in his chest, which began to spread and rotate. The hope of Fake Mu Yu's presence turned into despair. The vitality quickly passed away and was slowly replaced by the death energy. The desperate death energy slowly sucked in the dead wood.
Mu Yu hesitated to speak. He pursed his lips. The moment he saw Ku Mu stabbing his east leg, his expression was the same as that of fake Mu Yu. It felt like Ku Mu really stabbed him by mistake. His heart immediately went cold. The feeling of Kumu killing him was so real that Mu Yu almost wanted to ask Kumu why he killed him!
He knew that everything was fake, but his body's senses were always telling him that that kind of thing was really happening.
"Brother Mu Yu, do I really want to kill him?" Tian Ran looked at Mu Yu pitifully, leaving Mu Yu unable to do anything.
Mu Yu hugged Tianran into his arms, and he gently felt Tianran's heartbeat, so real and vigorous. The dagger in his leg flashed, and the cold light invaded the beating heart like a poisonous snake. That knife seemed to be stabbing Mu Yu's chest, making his heart hurt so much. Endless sadness came towards him. The illusion around him was shattered like a mirror, with the fragments flying and turning into dots, all disappearing.