latelenovela Chapter 55, it hurts here.
Chapter 55, it hurts here.
Ji Xingyi's pupils dilated in shock. As Mo Xizheng collapsed to the ground, the attacker in the darkness revealed his true form.
A tall, slender young man slowly emerged from the shadows, his elegant demeanor making people overlook the blood-stained dagger in his hand.
"Jiang Lin?" Ji Xingyi's breath hitched. The young man's delicate face displayed a cold expression that Ji Xingyi had never seen before.
Jiang Lin watched as beads of blood slowly slid down the tip of the knife, a look of disgust on his face: "Homosexuality? How disgusting."
Ji Xingyi knew that Jiang Lin was talking about Mo Xizheng, but he felt a strange dull pain in his heart: "You killed him for this reason?"
The sight of Jiang Lin in front of him suddenly made Ji Xingyi feel like a stranger.
Although he never questioned Jiang Lin's choices, killing the protagonist of the instance so suddenly didn't seem like Jiang Lin's meticulous and cautious logical thinking.
"Don't you find it disgusting that two men are together?" Jiang Lin looked at the man's confused expression, her tone suddenly sharp: "What kind of look is that? You don't actually like men, do you?"
Ji Xingyi's pupils widened; the sudden question left her at a loss for words.
Jiang Lin's face was grim as he approached step by step: "Ji Xingyi, you don't actually like me, do you?"
Ji Xingyi was utterly shocked.
Some things are actually as simple as breaking through a window.
"(Mo Xizheng) 'You're clinging to Jiang Lin, doesn't that mean you're interested in him?'"
"(Chen Jiangqiao) 'You're so angry, you wouldn't happen to like him, would you?'"
"(Ding Xuehui) 'I like him! Jiang Lin likes me too!'"
"I treated you like a brother, and you actually wanted to sleep with me?" Jiang Lin revealed an expression of betrayal from his best friend, his face suddenly turning fierce as he angrily gripped his knife and stabbed.
Ji Xingyi was about to raise his hand to block when his left palm was instantly pierced by the sharp knife. He stared in disbelief at the silvery blade tip as bright red blood dripped silently down his wrist.
"(Jiang Lin) You can't expect me to sleep with you for the rest of my life!"
"This kind of sleep dependence is abnormal."
The young man continued to exert force, pressing the knife tip closer to the man's heart: "You filthy thing, you deserve to die!"
"Everyone knows."
"Including yourself."
Ji Xingyi looked down and watched as the blade, which was touching his heart, slowly pierced into his flesh.
He always felt that growing older was the reason for their differences, and he always felt that as long as he didn't get married, it would be fine, and he always felt that as long as Jiang Lin didn't like other people, it would be fine.
Sleep dependence is nothing more than an excuse for a distorted possessiveness.
He didn't want Jiang Lin's embrace; he wanted Jiang Lin herself.
“You are not Jiang Lin.” Ji Xingyi looked up at the young man with a ferocious face in front of him, his voice hoarse.
"(Ki Yuki) Why do you like a man?"
"(Mo Xizheng) Then why are you clinging to Jiang Lin?"
When a man wants to possess a woman, it is called love; it is a permissible biological law.
But if a man wants to possess another man exclusively, he will be scorned.
The problem that stood between the two from beginning to end was that they shared the same biological sex.
This is a truth that my subconscious doesn't want to face.
Ji Xing's eyes widened in fury: "You're not Jiang Lin! Who are you?"
Jiang Lin revealed a wicked smile: "Too late, die!"
The tip of the knife was only one centimeter away from Kiyoshi's heart.
Once that knife is plunged in, Ji Xingyi will cease to exist in reality.
The young man's smile grew increasingly wicked, but just as he was about to succeed, a pair of fair hands suddenly reached out from behind him, their fingertips encircling his neck.
With a "crack," they snapped Jiang Lin's neck first!
Ji Xingyi collapsed to one knee, exhausted, and heard a clear, crisp voice in his ear.
"You've made such a mess of things while I was away? You really don't give me any peace of mind!"
Ji Xingyi couldn't help but look up, like a devout believer gazing up at his god.
They are only similar in appearance; how could he not recognize his own god?
Jiang Lin kicked away the monster corpse that had transformed into his own appearance, bent down, and pulled out the sharp knife that was piercing through the man's hand.
Ji Xingyi still tilted her head back and softly called out, "Jiang Lin."
Jiang Lin: "Hmm?"
Ji Xingyi: "It hurts so much."
Jiang Lin immediately took off his coat and pressed his hands against Ji Xingyi's still bleeding wound on his left hand: "Bear with it."
“No,” Ji Xingyi pulled Jiang Lin’s hand to her heart, like a wounded child: “It hurts here.”
It hurts a lot.
"I'm in pain too..." From the corner, Mo Xizheng desperately raised her hand and called out to the two of them, "I think there's still a chance to save me..."
Ji Xingyi, Jiang Lin: "..."
Jiang Lin checked Mo Xizheng's injuries. Although the knife wound on his back looked exaggerated, fortunately it did not pierce any internal organs or major blood vessels.
As expected of the protagonist of the dungeon, he also has a bit of an invincible buff.
"Jiang Lin, have you seen Liang Yuan?" After taking the painkillers that Jiang Lin had found, Mo Xizheng felt temporarily better, and the first thing she did was to ask about Liang Yuan's safety.
"He's much more comfortable than you are, don't worry." Jiang Lin smiled.
Mo Xizheng's expression improved, and she gestured with her eyes to the corpse on the ground: "Why does this guy look exactly like you?"
“I originally thought the monsters in the Otherworld were born from human fear. So I conducted an experiment.” Jiang Lin found a clean bed sheet in the room, tore it into shreds, and used it to bandage Mo Xizheng.
“Shen Wangshu?” Ji Xingyi’s gaze darkened slightly.
“Yes, I have no fear of him, only disgust.” Jiang Lin’s expression was very relaxed: “In the end, I found that Shen Wangshu was still created by the witch’s power.”
"This shows that as long as there are strong enough emotions, obsessions, love and hate can all be projected in the inner world. Fear is just the easiest one to project, especially in this world."
The world of Death Dungeon.
Mo Xizheng: "You mean, this monster that looks exactly like you is also a figment of human imagination? Does this person like you or hate you?"
Ji Xingyi paused for a moment. If the fake Jiang Lin was a projection of someone's emotions, then that person didn't hate Jiang Lin, but him!
"I don't know." Jiang Lin helped Mo Xizheng up. "Can she still walk? Let's get out of here first."
Not long after the three left, the door to room 208 was opened from the inside, and Ding Xuehui's profile was revealed through the crack in the door.
The girl's eyes were terrifyingly dark.
Killing someone in a game is equivalent to committing the perfect crime.
Ji Xingyi, I'm returning these words to you!