(The text is from a third-person perspective) Blind Crazy Criticism Shou x Gentle Mute Attack
I, Lin Duzhou, am blind, mad, and have a strange temperament. To regain sight, make a deal with God. At this point, it is difficult to have a complete copy of Infinite World.
Wherever Tang Dao goes, he will save every ghost and monster equally...
Until I join a team -
Gu master Piaodong, a language artist, always speaks as if he is sending people off;
His Gu worm Cuihua's tactics are very upright: "Put the dung beetle into his mouth. How are you doing?"
And Jiang Zhongmu, my quiet and gentle mute teammate, always held the corner of my clothes, as fragile as glass.
I will protect him behind me, thinking that he cannot survive without me.
Until Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, he stepped out of the protective circle I had drawn and spoke for the first time, his voice as cold as ice:
"Here, all ghosts will be extinguished."
Thousands of ghosts and ghosts turned to ashes in response.
The tip of my knife trembled slightly: "... You say it again?"
So he stopped pretending to be good and started to get closer——
Touch my hand, wipe my face, breathe hot on my neck.
Realizing that things were out of control, he simply closed his eyes and drew the knife.
No matter what, kill him first!
Until a copy, the entire team was almost wiped out, and the mute almost died trying to save me.
Touching Jiang Zhongmu's blood-stained lips, my voice was hoarse and hot: "What do you want?"
His fingertips touched my palm, his love surged, and he wrote stroke by stroke in the boundless darkness: "I want you to see me."
So I killed even harder.
Until... I stabbed through the heart of the final BOSS.
But he licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and showed the same smile as Jiang Zhongmu.
"Continue," the sentimental voice was bewitching, "Every time you hurt me, it will hurt him."
My hand holding the knife trembled uncontrollably for the first time.
So these days and nights... I have been tearing my lover's soul apart with my own hands?
Cuihua screamed: "Little brother! Don't kill me! Your old attack is going to be broken!"
Piao Dong smacked his lips: "Loving someone is like growing a flower, but you destroy the flower with your own hands."
Jiang Zhongmu hugged me from behind and shook his head gently.
In his eyes, half was indulgent tenderness, and half was destructive madness.
Intention: Use yourself as a boat to cross the sea of suffering
