Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The sea water has reached his neck, and Lin Ci'an's breathing is becoming more and more rapid.

Chains wrapped around his limbs, dragging him deeper.

(Move...)

He struggled, his nails digging deep into his palms, and his blood merged into the dark water.

In the distance, that "self" was standing on the water, looking down at him with a smile on his lips.

“Give it up.”

Lin Ci'an said softly, "You can't win."

(No……)

Lin Ci'an raised his head suddenly, his pupils constricted——

On the tower

Chu Ziyu's hand had already grasped Lin Ci'an's gun barrel, and the smell of burning from high temperature filled the air.

Lin Ci'an's fingers were still tightly gripping the trigger, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

His eyes were empty, but there was an abnormal red at the corners of his eyes, as if something was tearing him apart from within.

(Kill him.)

(No—I can’t kill him!)

“What are you still struggling with?”

Lin Ci'an tilted his head and said softly, "You've already lost."

A low growl escaped from Lin Ci'an's throat, and he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the chain.

"I...will not...let you...control me..."

His voice was hoarse, but his fingers tightened little by little, even though the chain cut his flesh and blood dripped down his wrist bones.

"boom!"

The sniper rifle exploded and fragments flew everywhere, leaving several bloody marks on Chu Ziyu's arm, but he did not move at all. His other hand directly grabbed Lin Ci'an's neck and his forehead rested against his eyebrows.

"Xiao An."

His voice was low and full of irresistible pressure. "Look at me."

Lin Ci'an's pupils trembled violently, and the golden data stream and the original silver-gray flashed alternately and crazily, as if two consciousnesses were fighting for control of this body.

(Chu... Ziyu...)

(Kill him!)

(No--!)

But the hand that was around Chu Ziyu was raised from behind him, and a dagger was hanging on Chu Ziyu's vest.

The sea water suddenly boiled, and the black cat spirit body suddenly jumped out from the water and bit "Lin Ci'an's" ankle.

"You...don't even think about it..."

Lin Ci'an's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, his fingers almost digging into the chains, "Move him..."

A crack finally appeared on Lin Ci'an's expression.

“Are you crazy?”

Its voice was no longer steady, but slightly distorted. "Break free from the 'program' by force, and your mental picture will collapse!"

Lin Ci'an smiled, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

“So… what?”

He pulled the chain hard and dragged himself out of the sea!

Lin Ci'an's body suddenly trembled violently, a mouthful of blood flowed from his lips, and he threw away the dagger in his hand.

His eyes finally regained clarity for a moment, his fingers tightly grasped Chu Ziyu's collar, and his voice broke:

"Chu... Ziyu..."

“…Go…”

The next second, the golden color swept across his pupils again, and his fingers tightened suddenly, his nails almost embedding into Chu Ziyu's flesh.

But Chu Ziyu didn't move.

He stared into Lin Ci'an's eyes, and a nearly crazy smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“You want me to leave?”

“It’s too late.”

The dark golden mental power erupted like a storm and directly crashed into Lin Ci'an's mental picture!

Chu Ziyu's figure appeared on the shore, and the silver wolf spirit body let out a long howl and pounced directly at "Lin Ci'an".

The sea water surged, and the black cat jumped out from the water, covered in blood but still baring its teeth. Together with the silver wolf, it bit at the phantom, and finally disappeared into thin air.

Lin Ci'an knelt on the water, breathing rapidly, and looked up at Chu Ziyu.

(You...shouldn't have come...)

Chu Ziyu walked towards him step by step, and his dark golden mental power crushed all the chains that tried to stop him.

“I did.”

He leaned over and stroked Lin Ci'an's cheek with his bloody fingers.

“You can’t escape.”

“I won’t let you go either.”

On the tower

Lin Ci'an's pupils suddenly constricted, and the golden color in his eyes shattered like glass.

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body leaning forward weakly, and was caught by Chu Ziyu.

The electronic sound of 6872 rang in Chu Ziyu's mind:

"Boss! The hypnosis program has been cracked! But-"

There was a rare hint of panic in its voice.

"Commander Lin's mental image is severely damaged... He might..."

Chu Ziyu tightened his arms and held the person tightly in his arms.

“He won’t die.”

His voice was low and filled with undeniable cruelty.

“I disagree.”

Lin Ci'an felt like he was dissipating.

There were no chains, no water, no starry sky—just endless nothingness.

His consciousness floated like a wisp of wind or a wisp of fog. It existed, but could not touch anything.

Where am I?

(Am I still alive?)

He tried to raise his hands, but found he had no hands. He tried to shout, but there was no sound.