Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1867: Both of them are very polite and courteous

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He could hardly tell whether it was his blood or Constantine's voice that was sliding down his skin.

"You know, I have a problem..." She was a few steps away, leaning on the dressing table, staring into the darkness and murmuring.

After the darkness was divided into two groups, the one reaching towards her was still far away from her; but Inmaruji no longer had the luxury of being able to listen to her quietly.

Xiaolong's face was floating in the darkness, staring at him blankly, as if his expression was frozen at the moment he found out he was pregnant. He called out "Brother Yuan", and from the darkness on his chest, four or five hands immediately stretched out, like a dense branch, toward Yuan Maruji.

Those arms didn't even have to be straight to catch him.

I am really going to end up here tonight.

Inmaru Tsuji felt a rush of air rushing up to his chest, breaking open his vocal cords, and let out a breathy laugh in his burning throat.

He thought about countless ways to die, but he never thought it would be like this.

"As soon as a person dies, I will forget his appearance." Constantine whispered. "No matter how I think about it..."

Inmaruji stared at the darkness, turned his feet, and as he turned his waist, four or five hands crossed his body - he didn't even feel it at all, and the piece of skin after being scratched also felt He lost all sense - at the same time, he also pulled out the hand he had pinned behind his back.

With the painful sound of the roller, he pulled down the dresser drawer, drew an arc in mid-air, and violently swung it into those hands; countless unnamed sundries, The necklace and the piece of white cotton flew into the air together and disappeared into the darkness.

If the force of a bullet could knock a man's face back into darkness, so could he.

Constiny's voice paused.

Inmaru Tsuji gritted his teeth and stared at the human body pouring out of the darkness, hitting the pale skin, knuckles, and nose with all his strength - the drawer quickly cracked, and the broken wood was exposed. Half of the face was out of shape, and it was no longer possible to tell whether it was Xiaolong's face.

"Go back,"

He punched the broken piece of wood, and smashed the piece of wood and the face underneath it back into the darkness; taking advantage of the chance that he and the darkness finally had a slight gap, Inmaru Tsugumi applied makeup behind his back with his other hand. He pushed himself up on the stage, dragged his injured leg and jumped onto the dressing table. He quickly stood firm on the table with the ceiling above his head.

He never dared to let go of his gaze.

With heavy breathing, Inmaruji pressed close to the mirror, with round makeup lamps pressed against his back. Where darkness does not exist, his shadow casts long across the carpet.

It turns out that when there is no light, human eyes cannot stop the darkness... She is really talented in **** people.

In Maruji's peripheral vision, he could still see a section of Constantine's neck protruding from between his messy hair; the shape of the spine's joints emerged vaguely from beneath the pale skin. From between those bones and skin, her voice, like black blood, flowed out: "How smart... you pushed back death by seventy centimeters."

That was exactly the width of the dressing table; Inmaruji couldn't tell whether she was sarcastic or not.

Constinet took a thin breath from between his teeth. "That's not bad. I can remember your appearance for a while longer..."

"If I crack your skull open," Inmaruji said through his teeth, "your brain will probably be covered with scars."

Xiaolong's face poked out of the darkness again, as if it had not been hit hard at all and was intact as before.

His arms climbed up the dressing table long, and his fingers passed through the mess. When he was about to touch the toes of Inmaru Tsugumi, he tried several times, but was never long enough to touch them.

It’s ridiculous that this kind of ghost thing that is beyond imagination is actually limited by the length of human arms.

"Do you want to see it?" asked Constantine. She seemed to have the ability to distort reality; the words stained by her voice and breath would be deformed and deteriorated - at that moment, it seemed as if what was wrapped around her was not a long skirt, but messy and wrinkled sheets.

Yuan Maruji laughed again, but there was no smile at all.

He raised a hand and smashed a light bulb on the corner of the dressing mirror, and the room suddenly became slightly darker.

"When there is no light, our eyes can't stop the darkness from advancing, right?" As he spoke, he broke two more light bulbs one after another. "How about it? Are you willing to die with me?"

Constiny was silent for a rare moment.

"I really can't tell that you, like me, are also a romantic." She sighed faintly. "It seems that it's no longer possible if we don't say it now..."

"What did you say?" Yuan Maruji thought slightly.

While she paused, he made a statement with the fourth broken light bulb.

The room was already half dark; he didn't know if it was an illusion, but the darkness in front of him seemed to be tumbling and surging, quietly invading a little further.

"Okay, stop fighting." Constantine's tone was like coaxing a stubborn child, "You should also know that anyone sitting in my position will not be lacking. Enemy."

"So what?"

"I never let myself have the possibility of being trapped somewhere." She said slowly, "Every place I often go to, I will make sure that in the most urgent and dangerous situation, I can still be there." A way out."

"You mean - you have a way of escape hidden in this dressing room," Tsugumi Inmaru said for a moment, "But you have stayed in the room until now?"

He had long realized that this woman was crazy, but he didn't expect to be so crazy.

"If you weren't so crazy," Considine said confidently, "I wouldn't tell you this - give me a hand."

She stretched out a hand without looking back. Inmaruji hesitated for a moment, still staring at the darkness, and groped for her hand in mid-air.

The two's fingers were intertwined, their hands were covered with his blood, slippery and sticky, and they bit each other tightly.

When Constina also climbed onto the table~IndoMTL.com~the two bodies almost covered the row of light bulbs above the makeup mirror; plus the ones that Inomaruji broke just now, there was only Constina at this time The side light on Nye's side was still on. In the dim room, even the door was submerged, and there were only patches of rolling darkness, sniffing, testing, and touching the two of them.

"In the ceiling above the dressing table," said Constantine, raising his arm, "there is a blocked exit that used to be a ventilation duct."

He heard the faint sound of fabric sliding down her skin, followed immediately by the sound of a piece of ceiling being knocked, and the sound indeed sounded hollow.

The darkness floating in the room, occupying most of the space, seemed to have an unbearable appetite. The face and body were tumbling in the black mist. At some point, it was no longer clear which piece of darkness was facing Constin just now. Damn it, which group is going to devour Inmaruji again.

The piece of ceiling was quickly dismantled and thrown into the darkness as casually as if she were feeding a dog.

"It's open," Constantine said angrily, "Now we just have to climb up. The only problem is... to climb up, you have to open your eyes. Who comes first?"