The young man slowly opened his eyes, touched his fingers, and the warmth on his side disappeared.
He got up immediately, his face paled, but he saw that there was no one in the empty tower except him.
The mirror on the table was left casually, and the goblin who passed by and sat there looking at the mirror disappeared.
Inside the empty tower, dark and lonely.
His pupils trembled, and he walked around in the tower, looking for it.
The darkness slowly eroded his body, following his footsteps, every step was a flow of viscous darkness.
He locked her up so tightly.
How can you escape
Ning Chen looked at the closed door and was about to open it.
But I heard a squeamish and impatient call.
"Monk?"
Ning Chen turned his head in panic, only to find that he was still lying on the bed, and the person he was holding on with his fingers was the girl he was looking for.
Bai Weiwei frowned, and desperately pulled her hand back, "Monk, go to bed when you sleep, what's wrong with taking off my arm?"
Ning Chen stared at her blankly for a while, then relaxed and let go of her hand.
The girl immediately rubbed her arms in dissatisfaction and scolded him.
Fresh look.
Still by his side.
Ning Chen's lips turned pale with fright, and he suddenly reached out and hugged her again.
Hold tightly.
I'm afraid she's gone.
His inner demons are getting heavier and heavier, and the hell of inner demons knows what he is most afraid of.
It's she's gone.
So every time you pull him into a hallucination.
He couldn't find her.
If you can't find it, keep looking.
The inner demon was on the side, mocking him gloomily.
He is no longer the one who can enter the hell of the inner demon, but can be heartless and ruthless.
Every time I fall into a demon, it is a real hell level torture.
The girl was soft and fragile, she didn't resist, she seemed to know that it was useless to resist being held by him.
She just raised her eyes and looked at him quietly for a long time.
Then he said softly, "Monk, are you tired?"
The young man's face was extremely pale, and the thick shadows under his eyes gave him an unusually haggard feeling.
He rested his chin on her shoulder and said nothing.
Bai Weiwei didn't speak either, but curled up in his arms and stayed silent.
When Ning Chen was finally about to recover from his inner demon, he suddenly heard the girl in his arms whisper softly, "Monk, why don't you kill me."
His eyes trembled, but he saw that the girl had rubbed his face against his chest.
Her voice was extremely calm, "Your shadow has begun to grow bigger."
First it turns into a dark color.
And if you can't control it, it will get bigger and bigger.
In the end, it devoured itself and drove him crazy.
Ning Chen's pale and indifferent face showed no panic.
"You don't need to worry about this," he said calmly.
This is his inner demon, of course he knows how serious it is.
Bai Weiwei didn't care what he said, but every word was very clear.
"If you kill me, you will be freed from these demons, so before driving yourself crazy and becoming a scourge to the world, kill me to save yourself."
Ning Chen didn't respond, but reached out and touched her hair for a while.
Feeling her presence, she did not leave.
The tiredness in his eyes slowly dissipated.
Touching her hair and kissing her cheek, this is the comfort she instinctively seeks to dispel those fears in her heart after returning from the inner demon hell.
Bai Weiwei muttered about self-sacrifice for a long time.
As a result, the monk was not moved or said, and his actions became more and more outrageous.