"Oh, come on, come on..."

Yuan Jingnu didn't care.

Just like before when Yuan Zhisheng wanted to play basketball, she would pull him along. This time, it was Yuan Zhisheng who pulled Yuan Zhisheng.

Soon the two of them walked into the middle of the girls.

The virgin girl took the lead in dancing, shining brightly like a phoenix with its wings.

Yuan Zhisheng was among them, his face was full of embarrassment, how could he know how to dance, but everyone was so enthusiastic, and he was really embarrassed to spoil the fun, so he could only dance awkwardly.

Naturally, Yuan Zhisheng knew that her brother could not dance, so she started to teach her step by step, and soon Yuan Zhisheng was able to learn well.

It was during this learning process that Yuan Zhisheng felt that his younger brother's dancing was so amazing. This boy who once had low self-esteem and was sensitive is now like a king in the field of singing and dancing.

The girls in white miko uniforms danced along. Although they were just the petals of the stunning flower of Minamoto no Shojo, which served as embellishments and foils, their dancing postures were much more graceful than those of Minamoto no Shojo.

And Yuan Zhisheng also saw many familiar faces among them.

Many girls were once his classmates in small town schools. These girls' faces were not withered, and their bodies did not exude the irritating smell of chemicals, but they were countless times more beautiful than before.

They danced around Yuan Zhisheng, still as shy as before, but their beautiful eyes contained a different kind of emotion, the waves were flowing, and the affection was endless.

Yuan Zhisheng could even smell the sweet fragrance emanating from the girls, like the smell of gardenia mixed with shower gel.

Minamoto no Shojo was among these people, dancing and singing at the same time. Minamoto no Shoujo didn't know which kabuki scene the other party was singing, but it was very beautiful and expressive.

It was as if she was dancing in the white clouds, and those white clouds changed into various dreamlike shapes and surrounded her. Yuan Zhisheng smiled extremely brightly and sincerely. It was a dazzling brilliance that Yuan Zhisheng had never seen before.

His heart was filled with emotion.

so good……

All tragedies have not completely happened yet.

All the good things burst out at this moment.

Is this a dream?

If so, then never wake up.

Rumble!

The warm smile on Yuan Zhisheng's lips had just begun, when he was suddenly awakened by a thunderous sound.

The surroundings became strange and strange, and the girls' faces became scarlet and distorted. Until he looked around clearly, he found that he was still in the cold hell of the basement.

He was still sitting in front of the bathtub, and the soft seven stars in his mouth had not burned out. Those girls with withered faces, but extremely beautiful, were still standing on both sides of the passage. The wind blew their sleeves, but these girls did not have any

Signs to wake up.

To be precise, from the moment Yuan Zhisheng stepped into the secret room, they never woke up from the beginning to the end.

Only then did Yuan Zhisheng truly realize that from the moment he walked into this basement, he had already stepped into the trap prepared by Yuan Zhisheng.

Everything that happened later, including the bruises all over his body that looked like he had been chopped off, were all illusions, and everything that happened at the shrine was all fake, and it was all deliberately shown to him by Minamoto.

But at the same time, they are all true. They are accusations made by an evil ghost against him in another way.

"Girl, long time no see."

Yuan Zhisheng raised his head and looked forward with emotion.

A girl wearing scarlet hunting clothes stood opposite.

"Brother, what happened in those dreams just now, did you feel relieved or even relieved in the end?"

The innocent girl walked around the man, her words full of sneers.

He just wants to use these layers of illusions to torture Yuan Zhisheng's heart, because killing a person will not relieve hatred at all. Only letting his spirit fall into endless pain is the source of happiness.

What it takes to make someone feel deep pain.

Of course, we must first create beauty, and then tear all that beauty into pieces.

That's why Yuan Zhisheng created the illusion in the shrine, and then broke all this beauty with her own hands, letting Yuan Zhisheng know that she was still in the coldest hell.

Just to make the other party's life worse than death!

"Brother, are you still immersed in it and unable to extricate yourself? You can try to express your feelings at this moment."

Yuan Zhennu came slightly closer.

He wanted to see the expression on Yuan Zhisheng's face, eager to see the pain, entanglement and despair from above, but he was disappointed.

The man's face showed no expression, neither joy nor sorrow.

White smoke lingered, Yuan Zhisheng smoked silently, and his face loomed in the smoke.

He just raised his head, looking at the dome of the basement and the pale yellow halo.

The atmosphere became surprisingly calm.

Yuan Zhennu didn't know what to say, because his goal had been achieved, but he didn't see the desired result.

The pale yellow light emitted by the wall lamp spreads in every corner of the basement, also illuminating the once-abandoned debris.

There were old bed blankets, Ultraman CDs, and various famous Kabuki songs, but the old TV was completely broken and the record player didn't work either.

The secret room became extremely quiet.

Only this man's sigh filled with emotion could be heard faintly.

"Girl, I owe you so much these years..."

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ps: The next chapter will completely end the feud between the brothers.

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Chapter completed!