Summoner of Miracles

Watching Luo Zhen sink into silence, poetry became impulsive.

In other words, poetry would never be weak in front of others like this, let alone a man who only met for a few days in the game. It's still good for her as a prey, but it's impossible to show her weakness in front of it.

But what happened today, finally, broke the layer of poetry in the heart as a strong shell, exposing its true self.

The true poem is not strong at all, not calm at all, not heartless at all, but rather a fragile young girl who has been manipulated by her own emotions and tormented by a past that was unfit for purpose.

It is the weakness that drives the pursuit of strength.

It is because of fragility that strength is pursued.

The so-called sniper poem is just a mask of Ashida poetry.

Now, this dimension is relentlessly revealed, and all that poetry is revealed.

“Tell me... tell me...! ”

Poetry couldn't help but push his body up, reach out, grab Luo Jin's collar, and shout out loud.

“What can I do to be like you...! ”

By this point, poetry is no different than collapse.

Previous fears, fears and resistance to the past make Poetry completely out of control and blind.

Perhaps poetry is due to the sensation that the inner emotions are out of control, the sensation that the fear you have endured has reached its peak, and you can't stand it any longer, which is why you are so desperate to be powerful.

For a poem like this, Luo Zhen shows strength is her lifesaving straw, she must grasp it, otherwise she will soon be unable to hold on, so that her weakness can no longer be hidden.

The true power that can transcend the fence between the imaginary and the real world is in front of poetry.

And that's exactly what poetry is all about.

Learning the calm, ruthlessness and ruthlessness of snipers in this world, and then crushing Ashida poetry is the weakness of your body, which is why poetry is wandering around the world.

And Luo Zhen, like Poetry, has killed people with his own hands, but is able to be as calm and calm as he is now, in Poetry's view, because of its immense strength.

In order to contain their weakness, and to control their vulnerability, poetry has taken care of everything.

So, um...

“Tell me! ”

Poetry bites the lip, its strength is fierce, it has been replaced in the real world, the lip must have been bitten to the extent.

Luo Zhen looked at such a poem and sighed silently in his heart.

Why is this young girl so obsessed, or paranoid?

I really don't know.

But Ro really knows that this is definitely not for no reason.

This young girl may have a very painful and painful past before her eyes, which has led to the paranoia of the present day.

That's for sure, Ro.

Because, with the same eyes, Rojin has seen too much.

So...

“I don't know what's going on, but if you're pursuing an answer, then, first of all, I can tell you something. ”

Luo Zhenzhen looked directly at the poem, so to speak.

“That is, you cannot be like me, give up this impractical idea. ”

In a word, poetry is a direct breakdown of the impulse in the heart.

“No way...? ”

Poetry is sandy and mute.

“Exactly.” Ro said, “You're pursuing power and trying to use it to cross something, but then you shouldn't want to be like me. My power belongs only to me. No matter how much you pursue it, it's not yours. You're totally looking for the wrong person. ”

“Secondly, you've got the wrong way.” Luo Zhen looked into Poetry's eyes, saying word for word: “There are things that don't get strong enough to cross, and if you just want to get strong enough to suppress it, you will only get a bigger bounce. ”

Isn't that natural?

'Cause it's just running away. ”

Roger's words began to become ruthless.

“You said I was running away?” Sinatra got angry and shouted, “You didn't even know I...! ”

This sentence, poetry has not been finished yet, was immediately interrupted by Luo Zhen.

“Yeah, I have no idea what happened to you, what's going on, how much effort and effort have you put into it, and why are you running away? ”

Luo Zhenzhen stared at the poetry, making a noise like this.

“But I still know that this is not going to help. ”

I can't help it.

Poetry is now only available to those who are forced out of their way.

This kind of look will be revealed, you don't have to think about it and know that the other party must have gone the wrong way, otherwise they will never walk into the dead end of the road.

In this way, Luo Zhen must tell Poetry.

“Even if you become as strong as I am, you can't cross what you want to cross. ”

Luo Zhen shattered poetry is the only insistence in his heart.

Poetry has always believed that defeating countless powerful enemies in the world and manipulating countless powerful guns can make your heart in the real world stronger and ultimately transcend the pain of the past.

For that reason, poetry has been in the world for six months.

Now, Ro really broke this hope.

And, in the most direct way.

“If you don't want to admit it, tell me. ”

The sound of Ro's true voice clearly passes into the ear of the poem.

“You must have become more powerful in this world than ever before, but have you crossed what you want to cross? ”

The questioning from the soul caused the poem to tremble violently in the eyes.

Isn't that it?

Since entering this game, poetry has always been stronger, stronger than it was yesterday, and more powerful than it was when it first came into the world, but ultimately, has it ever crossed the pain of the past?

No, I didn't!

Even now, poetry still can't touch the gun, let alone see the gun. Even if someone makes a pistol posture with a hand, she will suffer mental shock, dizziness, vomiting, pain or even fainting, which is hardly any improvement, isn't that proof?

That explains just one thing.

That is, poetry is wrong.

Even if she can actually touch a gun in this world and even calmly shoot a bullet into the enemy's head and kill each other, it's just because in this world everything is virtual and hasn't caused her inner trauma.

And once you encounter something real, poetry is still a mental illness.

For example, the atmosphere created by Rojin's confrontation with the Dead Gun was such that poetry almost occurred once.

For example, in the warehouse, poetry almost went out of control when real death approached.

These are proof.

“What am I gonna do... what am I gonna do...”

Poetry is like losing strength, falling softly in Luo Zhenwei's arms.

“If that doesn't work... then I... then I...”

Poetry buried his head in Luo Zhen's chest, tears finally flowed down.

Luo Zhen did not disturb Poetry, after sighing, let her go.

A few seconds later, poetry began to cry.

Crying all over the riverbank.