Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The players stared at the rapidly developing plot in front of them dumbfounded.

Grass, what's the situation?

Within five minutes, the situation suddenly reversed.

The young man in front of him seemed to be puzzled. It was a fierce kick at the huge bone clock that was as tall as a person. The bones and bones rubbed and made a clicking sound, and the bone fragments fell finely.

Every time he kicked, the straight back of the man in front of him shook slightly, as if he was bearing the strength of the opponent.

The previous arrogant arrogance seemed to have long since disappeared.

"No..." The man hurriedly said: "Listen to my explanation...Um!"

With the shaking, the blade on the dial went deeper again. The man snorted and covered his chest. His face became paler and paler, his pale complexion looked almost transparent, as if it was about to dissipate.

Onlookers: "……………………"

This development is really getting more and more incomprehensible.

At this moment, one of the veterans was relieved, and he shouted: "Quick! Take this opportunity, it turned out to him!"

"Yes! Hurry up!" The others also came back to their senses, and hurriedly responded: "Don't forget that he is the boss of this instance! He was planning to kill us just now!"

The discerning person can basically see that the boss in this dungeon is not ordinary. Not only is he as cruel and cruel as other bosses, his hands are stained with countless blood, and what is even more frightening is that he can even realize the existence of the game and try to fight back. real world!

This is simply terrible.

What kind of monster has this game bred?

The player in front of him is obviously the key to breaking the game.

Since the opponent has the ability to hurt the boss in the instance, he should quickly seize the opportunity to kill him before the opponent counterattacks, and eliminate the roots to avoid future troubles.

Hearing the shouts coming from the side, the man was slightly taken aback.

Yes, he is...the dungeon boss...

……?

With the rapid loss of power in the body, the strong desire that had been firmly rooted in the soul slowly faded away, as if a layer of black shadow covering the eyes was dispelled.

At that moment, there was a weird sense of incongruity trembling deep in my heart.

The obsession he clung to, accompanied by the years and the malice and madness that the blood gradually settled, in that short half-second, it appeared exceptionally pale and thin...like a layer of paper covering him, blistered The slightly floating, it looks a bit misplaced and weird.

The man was slightly startled.

At this moment, the words of the player not far away penetrated his absent-mindedness and reached his ears clearly.

"... Seize the opportunity!"

"kill him!"

The man raised his head and looked at Ge Xiu.

The youth in front of him had a cold expression, and his dark eyes were staring at him condescendingly, with a ruthless and cruel expression.

They are obviously very close, but they seem to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and there is a lot of fog.

There is desire in my heart clamoring.

You still have strength.

That knife didn't hit your vital point-I don't know whether it was caused intentionally or unintentionally.

The entire copy, the entire world is still in your grasp. He is yours.

Break his wings.

You can keep him by your side forever.

The dark and sticky possessiveness clamored in the depths of the heart.

but……

But there was another voice whispering in his ear.

The man put his hand on his chest down slowly. Without the pressure of his palm, dark red blood gurgled out, and it instantly wetted the clothes around the wound, dripping down, and slowly dizzy in the carpet. Dyed it.

——You can't do it.

——You will not hurt him, dare not hurt him, do not want to hurt him.

The sound was extremely weak, as if it would be overwhelmed by the frantic clamor in the next second, the rope was extremely fragile, and it could break free with a gentle force.

But it doesn't work. cant. Can't.

It is like an imprint that is deeply burned into the soul, a hint tied to the subconscious, and a command encoded in the core program.

……okay then.

He lowered his eyes.

No resistance, no rhetoric, just like a trapped beast that slaughtered its neck, unsuspectingly revealing the vitals of its flesh.

Ge Xiu watched him.

He knew that he didn't kill him.

The blade of the knife rubs the bone clock deeply into the position of the heart, which can only cause pain and torture, and will not cause damage to the gears that actually work in it.

But he himself stood unsuspectingly at a position just a step away from the man in front of him.

In the dungeon, the authority and ability of the dungeon boss is supreme, and he can control and utilize everything in the dungeon-whether it is an npc or the surrounding environment, it is a sharp blade in his hand, as long as he wants to.

In any case, he didn't have enough time to pull out the blade that had been embedded in the bone clock and cut it into that vital heart.

Ge Xiu never thought that one day he would actually do such a stupid behavior.

He is used to leading.

One step, two steps, or even three steps in advance, predicting the enemy’s behavior, guessing and deducing the choices they might make when faced with all situations, he mercilessly cut off their back path, and took the lead in sending his own blade to the opponent’s. Chest cavity, no luck, no future troubles.

It is foolish to be kind to people who don't know good and evil, and Ge Xiu never makes such a mistake.

However, now, he stood in front of the opponent defenselessly.

...... From the beginning, there was no killer.

Ge Xiu was a little confused.

trust. This word is so strange.

But he trusted the man in front of him.

——Regardless of his appearance and whether he stands in the opposite camp, he instinctively believes...

He will not hurt himself.

That's stupid.

This kind of trust completely violated every creed and every rule that he had believed in in his previous life.

Ge Xiu was even expecting the other party to betray this trust.

This way at least he can be liberated from this absolutely strange and at a loss, and he can laugh and turn his head to look at that stupid self-how naive he will actually trust someone you have never actually faced face to face. People, look, you are suffering now-then he can breathe a sigh of relief and return to the stable and safe world again, in a world where he will never hand over his choice to others. There, he will never fall into such a passive position. He is safe.

But... the imaginary picture did not appear.

The man in front of him lowered his eyes and waited calmly.

Not far away, other players were still urging and clamoring, and the buzzing sound made Ge Xiu feel a little headache.

He frowned impatiently:

"To shut up."

Ge Xiu's voice was not loud, the tone was flat, and it didn't even carry much threatening tone, but there was a chilling tone in it, which made all the players suddenly stop and stare at each other in a dead silence.

The man raised his eyes in surprise.

However, before he had time to focus, the young man in front of him suddenly raised his foot without warning and kicked his chest fiercely. Gushing from the wound, dripped to the ground.

Ge Xiu stepped on the opponent's chest, bent his knees slightly, and looked at him condescendingly:

"look at me."

The man was startled, and subconsciously raised those dark eyes, focusing his gaze on the face that looked down on him.

"Tell me," the thick soles slowly added gravity, rushing into the opponent's flesh little by little.

There is a breath-holding power hidden in the voice of the youth:

"who am I?"

It was a face that seemed to have been kissed by a god. The clear and sharp jaw line outlines the almost aggressive beauty. The light and shadow on the top of the head struck down, dividing the other's face into distinct light and dark, light and shadow, that pair The pitch-black eyes, which seemed to be able to make everything invisible, hung down slightly, fixedly watching the man stepped on by him, like a sharp blade out of a sheath, firmly nailing him to the ground.

The man stared at Ge Xiu blankly.

The false memory bestowed by the world is like fragile paper. After being soaked in water, it collapses and shrunk, lightly torn to pieces.

Miss Wright's face was blurred.

This is very strange, because he was in love with her at first sight, unable to extricate himself, all the faces of the other party should have been deeply burned in his mind, and became the main component of his obsession-but all of this was shaky. His memories, paranoia, and madness are all like a strange mask, a remote and empty world, and the young man standing in front of him is the only real existence in the whole world.

"You...you are not..." The man's speech was interrupted and confused, and something strange came to his mind: "But you are."

Ge Xiu bent his body lower.

His voice is very low, but it can reach the other party's ears clearly:

"You know what, I lost that bet."

A soft sigh reached the man's ears, and he saw that the youth's lips were bent, and the ice in the dark and gloomy eyes seemed to melt into snow in an instant: "So, I would like to lose the bet."

"...YES."

The deep-buried memory was pried at that moment.

[Let’s make a bet, how? 】

He heard himself ask.

[Three months. You stay with me for three months, if you still have no feelings for me, I will give up and let you go back to the sea. 】

The mermaid in front of her widened a pair of blue-purple eyes and looked at herself in disbelief.

[But if I win, you marry me. 】

The warm palms of human beings and the cold palms of the siren solemnly shook hands, and the two completely different temperatures slowly merged and spread-[Deal. 】

"...Ge Xiu."

The man replied.

He stared at the young man in front of him, looked deeply into the other's eyes, as if chewing on the most beautiful syllable in the world, and repeated slowly and word by word:

"Ge Xiu."