But then, he thought of something, and his breath became eerie and terrifying.

There is another piece of trash that He wants to clear out for Lan Mo in this world.

The writer's dark eyes saw the unwilling devil in Behemoth Company, who was trying to find a way to get out of Behemoth Company.

A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of the writer's mouth, and he wrote on the paper.

Behemoth's fanciful thoughts have never stopped, and it longs to see Lan Mo again.

Then he came up with a brilliant idea.

It succeeded, thanks to the blessing of a kind writer.

Tomorrow morning, the demon living in the corpse will appear downstairs in Lan Mo's house.

It's time to hide behind the mirror.

Lan Min silently returned to the bedroom from the mirror space. He got into the warm bed. Soon after, the doctor smelled of shower gel and carefully opened a corner of the quilt.

Lan Min can no longer smell the bitter fragrance from the doctor.

The doctor's ink-scented fingers untied the gauze on Lan Min's knee.

The snow-white skin with a slight pink tint is smooth and tender, without any trace of injury.

His blessing took effect.

The doctor smiled and gently covered Lan Min with a quilt, supported his head with his hands, and lay sideways next to Lan Min.

He can wake up Lan Min, and even make Lan Min treat him as his favorite person. If he has enough time, he will definitely do that.

But at this moment, when there were only a few hours left before morning, the doctor just wanted to enjoy the warm time next to Lan Mo.

Congratulations to the player, it has been determined that in the game copy writer's script, you have obtained the OD ending.

You have successfully passed the level and can exit the game at any time.

Whether to exit immediately

Lan Min ignored the option to quit, hugged his arms, and fell asleep.

After a long time, he turned over and buried himself in the doctor's arms.

A warm hand hugged the young man's back.

When the first ray of sunlight appeared in the sky, the doctor knew that the time had come.

He leaned over and kissed the sleeping Lan Min on the forehead, and gently rubbed the young man's cheek with his fingers. A wisp of bitter fragrance spread out from his body and entered Lan Min's breath.

His lips lingered on Lan Min's brow for a few seconds before reluctantly leaving.

Then He opened the curtains to a tragedy of His own choosing.

Downstairs, Li Shan, who was parasitic in the corpse and wanted to see Lan Min, seemed to be aware of it. He stiffly raised his head sewn together with black threads, and the falling white light reflected in the golden pupils.

"What a ridiculous choice." The devil said, completely forgetting that he had come here in an equally ridiculous way.

The white light swallowed up the demon downstairs and dissipated into the air together.

In the bedroom, Lan Min opened his eyes. He heard voices that he had never heard in this copy before, the voices of children being sent to school in the morning, the voices of diners at the breakfast stall downstairs, and the sounds of cars passing by on the road.

The white curtains fluttered gently in the sunlight. Lan Min blinked and stretched out her hand into the sunlight.

No stinging, no burning.

Lan Min touched the center of his eyebrows, as if there was still warmth left by the writer.

He opened the window and looked down.

The little girl with a ponytail held her mother's hand and looked up with a smile, holding a cup of soy milk bought from the breakfast shop.

Lan Min stood under the warm sun for a long time before looking back.
Chapter completed!