allonlinenovel Chapter 155 Idol Ghost Stories Rules 28
Chapter 155 Idol Ghost Stories Rules 28
"Bang bang bang!"
The sounds of flesh touching echoed in the room as a man and a woman fought like mortal enemies.
Ling Yi's fist came close to Chen Shu's Adam's apple countless times, but he dodged it each time.
Every move Chen Shu made was stripped of its complexity, leaving only the killing blows aimed at Ling Yi.
They seemed determined to fight to the death, wanting to put their opponent to death.
A true artificial intelligence faces off against a self-evolving biological computer, using all its computing power to calculate the opponent's moves, then dismantle and counterattack, both trying to defeat the other with the simplest moves.
But in this struggle, Ling Yi is the more ruthless and has a higher computing power.
Ling Yi heard the sound of bones breaking as her elbow struck Chen Shu's neck hard, and saw Chen Shu's neck twist for a moment and then quickly recover.
He fell to the ground, his silver pupils coldly fixed on Ling Yi: "You've won. You can leave now."
At the same level, he used all his computing power, but still lost to her.
Perhaps he could be a little more despicable, using those ubiquitous idiots to increase his power, making his punches even stronger, and shattering her bones with a single blow.
But he dared not.
He fears.
Chen Shu, who has slaughtered countless humans, is never afraid of bloodshed, nor is he afraid of the curses and anger of others.
He can take a person's life and then resurrect them, making those who once hated him utterly submit to him, become his vassals, and be trampled upon at his mercy.
Perhaps he could do the same with Ling Yi.
Kill her, turn her into your puppet, make her kiss you willingly, and let her lips utter sweet words.
Just thinking about it made Chen Shu feel his core tremble and every inch of his body cheer.
But just before he takes action, an overwhelming fear will engulf him.
Just imagining her death, her hateful eyes, her self-loathing, would turn all joy into terror and anger.
No one could treat her like that, not even herself.
He couldn't accept that her body had become cold, nor could he accept that she was no longer vibrant.
Those false joys and controlled kisses became insignificant in the face of her life and death.
Chen Shu had considered every possible way to subdue her. He brought her to his lair and used the most terrifying atmosphere and filthy tentacles to frighten her.
He also hurt her and threatened her with violence.
This was the most drastic measure he could think of for her.
What can we do? She doesn't seem afraid at all.
Not only was she unafraid, but an even more intense fighting spirit seemed to rise in her beautiful eyes, almost burning him.
Did you really want to escape his territory so badly, and kill him so badly?
For a fleeting moment, an overwhelming surge of malice and resentment rose within Chen Shu, causing his attacks to become fierce and vicious.
He wanted to defeat her, to see frustration in her beautiful eyes, to watch her be forced to say she loved him.
Even if it's fake, it was said by a living, breathing person.
In this way, he could deceive himself into keeping her in this place and staying with her forever.
After all, that was something she had promised, wasn't it?
But he was ruthless, and the person opposite him was even more ruthless.
He was vicious, but the person opposite him was even more vicious.
She fought him with every part of her body, as if she were fighting her last battle, a battle where she would die if she didn't win.
She had bruises and bloodstains on her body, but she still refused to stop.
But Chen Shu felt his body becoming increasingly heavy, and every time he hit her, his core trembled.
His fighting spirit crumbled with each counterattack from Ling Yi, with each punch he landed on her.
He still tried his best, but he fell into a disadvantageous position under her relentless pressure until she killed him.
Chen Shu lay on the ground, looking at the victor, and coldly demanded that she leave.
Since you want to defeat him so badly, you must really hate him and don't want to be in the same room with him. Then leave.
Go back to the boring games he set out for you, and start looking for a way out of here.
She's so smart, she's bound to succeed.
He will not do anything unnecessary; he will watch her challenge the rules, and then leave this world.
Chen Shu admitted that after being physically defeated by the person in front of him, he was once again defeated in spirit by her.
No matter how insidious or malicious his intentions, he would be defeated by her relentless struggle and be given a way out.
"Leave?" Ling Yi breathed heavily, carelessly wiping the blood from the corner of her lips, looking down at the desperate man lying on the ground: "I won, where do I go?"
So cool, so cool.
In a battle where no strength is held back, every operation of the core causes the body to tremble.
How long has it been since Ling Yi experienced such an all-out battle since entering Wen Liang's little world?
Even the fierce battles on a battlefield with thousands of people cannot compare to this moment's duel with Chen Shu.
That was a clash of cutting-edge technology, a peak showdown between two computers that surpassed the world's best.
This pleasurable sensation sent shivers down Ling Yi's spine, and she even wanted to pull Chen Shu up and do it again.
Unfortunately, the body's parameters didn't seem to be suitable for doing this, and Ling Yi could feel the groans of every muscle.
So she found a good place to rest her tired and sore thighs.
Standing on Chen Shu's chest, Ling Yi looked at Chen Shu, whose eyes were lifeless: "Do you submit?"
At that moment, Chen Shu's face, composed of countless tiny machines, twisted in a bizarre way, an expression of extreme rage.
She defeated him, trampled him, yet still asked him if he would submit.
He is not satisfied.
He wanted to wrap his tentacles around her thighs, to breathe in all the scents emanating from her body with all his senses of smell and taste, to lick away every drop of sweat that seeped from her, to pull her into the most primal and filthy desires of humanity, and to watch her cry and beg for mercy.
She had no idea what filthy thoughts the person at her feet harbored towards her, yet he still dared to ask him triumphantly if he submitted.
The faces beneath their feet were blurred with rage, and their limbs uncontrollably transformed into tentacles, pounding the ground—a truly terrifying scene.
But as the victor, what is there for Ling Yi to fear?
She even increased the pressure on his foot, pressing him again: "I've defeated you, do you admit defeat!"
The tentacles slapped the ground more roughly, and Ling Yi heard the sound of the floor collapsing. The thunder outside the window sounded like the wrath of a god.
No, the gods are truly angry.
Ling Yi looked down at the angry and cold-blooded god, whose chest remained unchanged even as she trampled him underfoot, and smiled.
"say."