Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
“I won’t have the chance to kill you?”
Gao Ming felt that Xia Yang was not stable. He looked sunny on the surface, but there was a part of his heart that even the sun couldn’t reach. No one could guess his thoughts.
“The concept of fate is ridiculous to me. I am never hung up about the past, and I don’t trust in the future. I only care about the present.” Red paint dripped down from Xia Yang along with his skin. He was like a piece of melting ice. “Much evidence proves that you can see the future. You could have easily killed me on a different timeline. There’s no chance of me winning.”
“So, what is your plan?” Gao Ming was highly alerted. If one knew that one was about to be killed, one would try to escape or resist, but Xia Yang did neither.
“I want to create a future you haven’t seen. You can’t kill me, and you can’t escape from me. I will make you the new me.” Xia Yang’s sunny smile was chilling. Half of his skin was gone.
“A psychiatrist’s worst patient is one without self-awareness. They do not want to admit that they’re sick and try to convince the people around them that they are the ones who are sick.” Gao Ming had seen patients like him before.
“Crazy people talk nonsense, but I don’t.” Xia Yang melted faster. Even his bones turned into red paint. It joined him with the whole red room. “I will turn my dream into reality. You can’t kill me, but I’ll always look at you, slowly changing you until I can be reborn in your body.”
Xia Yang fully dissolved. His body melted into the red of the room. In the red room, the self-portrait turned colourful. Xia Yang, in the painting, looked so alive.
“I really hate using my brain.” Gao Ming’s hands dropped down. He was ready for a fight, but Xia Yang knew he couldn’t win Gao Ming in a head-on fight.
Gao Ming stood before the self-portrait. He was attracted by Xia Yang’s face. Xia Yang’s lips appeared to move. Gao Ming wanted to listen closer, but he was pulled into the painting. The painting in real life featured the living room and the second floor. The self-por
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