I don't even want windows anymore.
Hearing her lover's vague hints about all aspects of the small black house, although she was in a hurry to hurry, Lu Zhuo's footsteps still paused instinctively for a moment.
It seems that the experience of the main system cannot be fully used as a reference. My lover's ability to accept the small dark house is obviously much stronger than that dark friend. If you really like it, it seems that it can't be used as an embellishment in life occasionally after you go out.
Before leaving the system world, Lu Zhuo hastened to store several compressed packages marked with the small black house in the USB flash drive, and while talking with Su Shi, he sped up the speed again.
The space they are in is a ladder made up of piano keys. The steps get lower and narrower as they go to the high-pitched area, making it easier to walk, but once the illusion is triggered, the danger will increase greatly, and they will fall if they make a wrong step.
Judging from the sound in the earphone just now, Su Shi's position is not only not high, but even too low. If you go up to this height, you will exhaust your physical strength soon after climbing. Coupled with the pressure of the illusion, it will definitely not be very comfortable.
The height difference of the steps is still increasing, and you must use your hands and feet to land safely. Lu Zhuo moved quickly between the keys, repeatedly determining the position and landing point, and finally determined the approximate range.
Leaping down the seemingly ordinary white steps, his figure suddenly stopped, and a scene that he had never seen before quickly unfolded before his eyes.
The monotonous steps were quickly covered by new scenes. The villa under the storm was already in ruins, but the rain was still getting heavier, hitting the body so cold that it was bone-chilling, and from time to time, the sharp sound of smashing glass reached the ears.
After walking a few steps, he found that the scene in front of him was almost exactly the same as what his lover had just described. Lu Zhuo's heart tightened suddenly, he stood on the spot and closed his eyes, quickly modeled the recorded data, determined the location of the bedroom, and hurried to past.
Su Shi sat under the bed, talking to the earphone without saying a word, and supported his already frozen body to change his posture, looking out the window at the increasingly heavy rain.
The illusion was created too realistically. Although he had promised not to run around, but it was so cold that he still had to find a place to shelter himself from the rain.
His body was numb from the cold, and he couldn't stand up all at once. Su Shi took a deep breath, moved his body slowly, and was about to try again, when hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from outside the door.
The floor of the villa is made of wood, and the sound of footsteps can be heard very clearly. It seems that even the sound of the wind and rain outside the window has instantly quieted down.
Su Shi propped himself up and looked at the tightly closed door, his heartbeat suddenly sped up.
The next moment, the door was pushed open.
Lu Zhuo's chest heaved rapidly, and his eyes fell on him.
Su Shi pulled the corners of his lips, stretched out his hand towards the person who was almost rushing towards him, and stood up with his strength, and was firmly wrapped by his solid arms and chest.
The warm breath covered the storm behind him in an instant, Su Shi breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned his head against his neck.
Everything around him quickly became clear, the illusion quickly faded, and turned back to ordinary black and white steps, and the frightening biting low temperature also dissipated in a blink of an eye.
His numb body didn't feel the cold until it recovered from the cold. Su Shi grabbed his lover's shoulders, but his body was still shaking uncontrollably. The arms behind her hugged him even tighter, and she sat down and hugged him, protecting him into her arms. Warm kisses fell closely, and the temperature passed through the clothes and from the touching limbs.
Lu Zhuo didn't dare to let go, his heart was still beating.
Sensing his lover's strangeness, and remembering that the other party also broke free from the illusion, Su Shi's heart tightened slightly, he shook his hand and raised his eyes: "I'm fine, don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid, I'm just—"
Lu Zhuo opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything, just shook his head slightly, held his lover's cheek, bowed his head and kissed it.
The moment he entered the door, what he saw was not the image of his lover in front of him, but a teenager in his teens.
The thin shirt was soaked by the rain, his arms were tightly wrapped around his body, his face, which was more childish and gentle than now, was flushed with heat, his eyes were closed tightly, and he curled up and fell to the ground like that.
The villa was empty, there was no one there, and no one would probably notice until the storm had passed.
Although it was only a flash, he still quickly realized what was going on—it was just that the boy had grown up, and he would no longer be afraid of storms, nor would he just hide alone. In fact, the fear at the beginning would not have much impact on the lover in front of me. Only when I forcibly retrieved the memory, I could still see the faint shadow of the boy who was left in the hurricane.
Thinking of the other party's action of opening the door at that time, Su Shi's heart suddenly moved. He raised his head and looked into those pitch-black pupils that couldn't read his emotions for a while, and raised his eyebrows slightly to ask.
He didn't speak, but Lu Zhuo understood what he meant, nodded slightly, and embraced him in his arms: "I broke into your illusion, so I can see part of it."
"It all happened more than ten years ago, and I didn't expect this memory to be brought up."
Su Shi raised the corner of his mouth dumbly, propped his body up and leaned between his shoulders and arms, and stretched out his warm body in a relaxed manner: "At that time, I was terribly afraid, but now I don't feel much anymore, anyway, as long as I don't move, I will It’s quite easy to pass the customs.”
Lu Yan couldn't help but chuckled, circled the person in front of him, lowered his head and rubbed against him: "I'm still worried about you running around, who knows that you don't even take a step, it's raining so hard, it's better to avoid it..."
Although I am no longer afraid of the situation at that time, some memories still remain, and gradually become an imperceptible habit.
The person in front of him is more afraid of the cold than ordinary people, prefers warm and clean things, and is more likely to soften his heart. Just hugging and rubbing can calm his anger, which is really good.
Fortunately, he was hugged back in time by himself.
Meeting the clear and soft light in those eyes, the smile in Lu Zhuo's eyes grew stronger, and he couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed him again: "Is it still cold?"
"It's not cold anymore—I don't know where I'm going to fall, so it's better to stay where I am, so I can always wait for you."
Su Shi twitched the corners of his lips, propped up his body and planned to continue on his way, but suddenly became curious again: "But if you don't come to me, how can I pass the level? Is it safer to jump out of the window?"
The trap was right beside him, and the only safe direction was blocked by the bed and the corner of the wall. After the illusion receded, he was only one step away from the edge.
It is conceivable that if he got up to hide from the rain at that time, he would probably have stepped into the air and fell directly from reality, and then he might have fallen to some weird place again.
Considering the good intentions of that old friend in reminding him to exercise, it is unlikely that he would really fall into something too dangerous. Su Shi wasn't worried about what would happen to him, but worried that if he fell into a place where he couldn't communicate smoothly, it would definitely add countless pressures to his lover who was also in the illusion.
Among all the possibilities, he is still used to choosing the safest one. Fortunately, the other party never asks him to wait too long.
"This is an assessment that the two of us can only pass through cooperation. If you hadn't been talking to me, I probably wouldn't be able to survive the illusion over there."
Lu Zhuo raised the corners of her lips dumbly, rubbed her head between her shoulders and arms, and suddenly leaned over and picked him up, and said softly to her ear, "I'll carry you up, okay?"
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Su Shi raised his head and glanced at the towering black and white piano keys, but still forgot about his old friend's reminder.
From the very beginning, he was not a physical host. Su Shi's skill points were all focused on intelligence and luck. Without using special effects, his physical fitness was only slightly stronger than normal. Lu Zhuo moved his arms to hold him steady, lowered his head and kissed him, his figure was light and straight, and he was already stretching upwards lightly.
When passing by the area where his lover was, Su Shi also saw the illusion in the other's eyes.
It has to be said that the illusion created by Bailian Space is indeed much more realistic than that forest. Even Su Shi couldn't help but mention it when he saw himself coughing up blood and fell to the ground hard. Lu Zhuo just focused on holding him, without slowing down at all, as if he was not affected by the illusion and sound around him.
The one in his arms is the real one, the one who is well protected by him, the one who is healthy and warm, who will smile and reach out to him, and will lazily lean on his arms and take a nap.
They already have real comfort, so they won't be bothered by the illusion. Facing the concerned question in his lover's eyes, Lu Zhuo bent his lips towards him, bowed his head and kissed him, and then hugged him in his arms: "It may be faster in the future. If you feel dizzy, just Close your eyes."
The other party's physical strength is really too good, and I don't know what it will be like when I return to reality. Su Shi blinked in surprise, and before he could respond, the people hugging him had already sped up.
The sound of the wind roared for a moment, and was covered by the force released outside.
Warm energy enveloped the two of them, and the pictures on both sides quickly receded, and it didn't take long for people to see them dizzily.
Su Shi rubbed his temples, and was about to withdraw his gaze and close his eyes to rest, when his peripheral vision suddenly fell on a somewhat familiar figure, and he raised his hand to stop Lu Zhuo: "Wait a minute."
Lu Zhuo was slightly stunned, stopped his figure, and looked at his lover in his arms: "What's the matter, did you find something?"
After confirming that he saw the figure correctly, Su Shi shook his head, supported his arm to stand firm, and walked towards the black piano key.
Standing there was a handsome young man. Although his face was still young, there was already a calm and decisive killing spirit between his brows. If you look carefully, you will find that his eyes are not like a young man at all, but like It has gone through countless waves and hidden countless vicissitudes of regret.
Lu Zhuo frowned slightly, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he was about to speak, but was stopped by Su Shi shaking his head, and pulled him to walk over with light steps.
Entering the domain where the young people were, the scene around them also changed rapidly, turning into a resplendent sleeping palace, the young people turned into a dying old figure in a blink of an eye, and the clothes on their bodies also changed into black imperial robes embroidered with dragon patterns.
In front of him was a cold jade couch, in which lay a corpse that had passed away for a long time, still looking very young, with pale lips and a peaceful expression, and the brows had been stretched, as if he was sleeping peacefully.
The dying emperor knelt down slowly, walked over respectfully, took off his dragon robe, folded it and placed it beside the couch.
I don't know how many times he has experienced this kind of scene, his expression is already very calm, and his eyes are almost numb. Su Shi sighed in his heart, and turned to look at Lu Zhuo, but the latter just shook his head quietly, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were still puzzled.
Seeing his lover's strange reaction, Su Shi vaguely realized that the person who threw Song Zhilan into Bailian Space didn't seem to be Lu Zhuo.
— But if he guessed correctly, the person who is currently in charge of the Hundred Refining Space would never throw this person in front of him to such a place to suffer.
The two looked at each other, and their doubts grew stronger. The next moment, Song Zhilan suddenly moved and raised his hand to lightly touch the corner of the person on the couch.
He moved cautiously, first stretched out his hand along the wide sleeve of the robe, reached out to touch with his fingertips, saw that the figure of the other party had not disappeared, and then slowly held that arm again.
In those eyes that seemed to have been dim and vicissitudes, suddenly there was a little light like a boy.
Song Zhilan held his breath and waited for a while, seeing that everything in front of him still hadn't changed because of his actions, he finally moved the arm of the person on the couch, and put the cold and pale hand on his forehead.
The next moment, the phantom has dissipated quickly, and the figure of the young man reappeared.
The figure on the couch also faded together with the illusion. Song Zhilan hurriedly stood up and grabbed the corner of the opponent's clothes with his fingertips in a hurry, but the piece of fabric turned into light spots and dissipated in an instant, and everything changed back to the scene of black and white stairs.
Su Shi wanted to go over, but Lu Zhuo lightly pressed his arm. He walked towards Song Zhilan by himself, and helped the young man who was kneeling on the ground up: "Zhilan?"
At that moment, the fear and helplessness in the eyes of the young man in front of him made his heart sink, and he didn't dare to ask his lover who had replaced Lu Li to come forward, lest Song Zhilan would do something radical in a trance.
Never expecting that someone would talk to him, Song Zhilan was supported to stand up with difficulty, and met his gaze in a daze: "Uncle?"
"How did you get here? Who brought you here?"
Lu Zhuo supported him to stand firmly with one hand, then withdrew his arm, frowned and asked slowly.
Song Zhilan's complexion turned pale, his eyes staggered, and he spoke in a low voice after a long while: "They—they told me that if I can pass these tests, I can meet the Right Prime Minister..."
Sure enough, that's the case.
Lu Zhuo's face sank slightly, met his lover's gaze, shook his head slightly, and did not speak for a while.
"Uncle Emperor, I have done everything I should do! I cleaned up the court, abolished the redundant administration, and entrusted the country to the pillars of the clan... What he wanted me to do, I have done Already!"
The silent atmosphere made Song Zhilan a little uneasy. He took a step forward hurriedly, clenching his teeth tremblingly, but his voice gradually dropped.
"I already know that it wasn't really a right-hand man at that time, it was Mr. Su who did it on his behalf... I'm sorry for Mr. Su, and please forgive him."
As he said that, when he suddenly turned to Su, he was already about to bend down and prostrate himself.
Su Shi stepped forward in time, held the young man's figure, raised his hand to wipe the tears on his face, and said softly, "You miss him very much, don't you?"
His voice was soft and full of warmth, but Song Zhilan suddenly shuddered.
The bone-eating pain that had been pressing down in his heart finally screamed out of his chest. Song Zhilan's hands and feet were cold, tears poured down, and he knelt down unable to support himself.
Su Shi relaxed his arms, squatted down with him, looked into those desperate eyes that were almost bleeding, and nodded slightly: "I'll listen, you say."
"I-"
Song Zhilan opened his mouth, but suddenly lost his voice in his throat, panting quickly, his eyes were white, and it took a long time before he said in a hoarse voice: "I want to see him."
Mingming thought about countless words, tossing and turning late at night, every time he knelt in front of the cold grave all day, there were thousands of words stuck in his heart, like a cold iron knife being pierced from head to toe, as if even bending down, he would It hurts so badly.
Wanting to see him wearing a dragon robe, wanting to see him enthroned, this should be the real wish of that person.
He should be able to tell the difference, but he instinctively refused to discover those subtle anomalies, and instinctively wanted to believe in the happy ending.
I want to show that person the dragon robe, I want to plead guilty, I want to cut open my chest and take out my heart and lungs to admit my mistakes. No matter what the punishment is, as long as you can take another look, it doesn't matter even if your soul is blown away and your bones are blown to ashes in an instant.
But the countless entangled worries about gains and losses, the blood dripping from countless tortures, once the answer stuck in his throat, there was only this pale answer left.
How can there be so many conditions to talk about? If he could see that person, what price would he not be willing to pay.
Su Shi felt sad, stood up on his knees, and looked at his lover who was also silent at the side.
Although this is the Hundred Refinements Space, everyone who climbs the piano steps is an examiner who has accepted the assessment. Once Song Zhilan passes the three levels, he can go directly to the real world just like them, without having to accept the personal assessment by the Master of Bailian Space.
Song Zhilan does not have a back door like Lu Zhuo. Once he goes to the real world, he will never have a chance to come back.
Now it seems that Song Zhilan is obviously not clear about this.
He still doesn't know that he has overcome these checkpoints and endured all the tortures. Every step he takes to get closer to Lu Li is sending himself on a road from which he cannot turn back.
That road leads to the freedom that almost all advanced data dream of, but for Song Zhilan, it is tantamount to the most desperate sentence.
Meeting Su Shi's gaze, Lu Zhuo frowned and nodded slightly, quickly considering how to contact his successor, and convey the wish of the young man in front of him completely.
In order to respect the privacy of the examinees, the masters at the top cannot see the specific details of the Bailian space. If you notify the lord of this level to help record the video now, maybe you can find a way to send the data before Song Zhilan clears the level, and tell Lu Li that this silly boy actually found him all the way, and tell the other party to hurry up and rob people...
The complicated process of going through the back door is gradually taking shape in my mind. Although it may take some effort, there may be a chance of redemption.
Lu Zhuo made up his mind, took a breath before opening his mouth, but Su Shi also nodded silently at him, pressed the shoulder of the young man beside him, and whispered a word not to be afraid, and raised his leg to lift Song Zhilan from the towering steps Kicked up and down.
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