The Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter 22 The memories that shape us
"Okay, now that the discussion is over, I'll go to bed first, otherwise I will always feel like a light bulb. Pinshu.com." Matolona rolled her eyes, got up and left looking a little unhappy.
Bell Ronmo watched with some embarrassment as she walked to a room, opened the door, walked in, and closed the door.
He looked at Delin pleadingly, as if hoping she would say something.
Dailin looked back at him inexplicably, "What are you doing? Yu is going to have a rest. If I stay here, I'm afraid of being burned by the jealousy in the air."
With that said, she also flew into a bedroom with her arms folded, leaving Bellonmo behind who had begun to sweat on his forehead.
Feeling that the muscles of Dali's thighs against his face began to tighten slightly, Bell Rommo sat up stiffly, "Haha..." He looked into Dali's eyes with a smile.
Her expression was still as cold and calm as ever, but her eyes clearly revealed the words 'unhappy' and the message 'You're dead if you dare to chase her'.
Bellon scratched his face silently, really not knowing what to do.
Dai Liaili is the wife he is marrying. Although he had conflicts with her before, he has reconciled with her now and is in the "passionate love period".
And Matolona... Although she had given up on herself and wanted to indulge when she had a relationship with her, she did have a crush on her, and she happened to seize the moment when she was confused, so she muddleheadedly So it happened.
Even a person's precious virginity has been taken away, so we can't just ignore it.He, Bell Longmo, couldn't be such a scumbag. Although having an affair within marriage was already a scumbag, he didn't want to become even more scumbag...
So he just looked into Daley's eyes pleadingly, as pitiful as he could be.
I don’t know how long it took, but Dalei sighed impatiently, her sharp eyes softening slightly, "Not today..."
"...Thank you! Ai Li, my love! mu~~" Bell Rommo, who was stunned for a moment to realize what her lover meant, pouted and tried to bite her red lips, but was caught by Dai Li Ai Li with a look of boredom. Her whole face was controlled by her demonic right hand... and then she pushed him away fiercely.
"I'm tired." Daley also crossed her arms and entered the master bedroom without looking back.
Belron was left scratching his head and scratching his head in distress.
What does she mean by letting me sleep in her bed?Or can I only sleep in the living room today?
Unable to understand the abyss of a woman's heart, he really envied the previous emperors of the Qin and Han dynasties.
At that time, he was very impressed that they could have countless concubines in the harem without worrying about relationship problems at all. Now he still admires them. He couldn't do it anyway. The appearance of two women in his life already made him quite anxious.
He loves Chinese culture very much. After traveling in that land for hundreds of years, he was deeply attracted by this culture with its rich historical heritage and long-standing inheritance.
He even always thought that his former tribe was probably the birthplace of the Chinese Ming Dynasty, because they had not moved at all for thousands of years. He also wanted to go back to his place of origin on a whim, only to find that great changes had taken place. But it is a hometown that always has a shadow of the past.
So when I was obsessed with Chinese culture, why didn't I learn from those emperors how to control the harem? I really regret it...
His appearance and characteristics are very similar to those of Chinese people. According to current sayings, he has the characteristics of Eurasian mixed race. But to be honest, his life experience has always been a mystery, and he himself doesn't know it.
His adoptive father found him in a snowy wilderness. The adoptive father, who had no wife or children, felt that he was a child given by God and adopted him as his own.
But now he can't even remember his adoptive father's appearance.
Bell Rommo sat on the sofa and slowly fell into recollection of the vague memories of the past.
Human memory is a very special thing. Although he himself doesn't know what species he is, his way of thinking is undoubtedly still human.
So he huddled on the sofa blankly, sinking into the abyss of memory, like an old man who has lived for too long, always involuntarily immersed in memories of the past.
And as mentioned before, people's memories are really special. Some memories will be slowly forgotten, while some memories will always become more and more profound as time goes by. For example, he can't clearly see the memory of his adoptive father no matter what. face, but always remember the scene before he went to the battlefield.
Memory's adoptive father was sad because their tribe was losing in a war with another tribe.
He was worried about the fate of his adopted son who he regarded as his own after his death, and worried that his young adopted son might not survive the next cold winter.
But he had no way or the power to change all this.
Whether it's winning or losing a tribal war, or the fate of an adopted son.
He couldn't even guarantee that he would survive this war.
So he didn't say anything before leaving. He just stared blankly at Bell Ronmo for a long time, with mixed emotions in his eyes.
Finally, I touched his head and stepped into the snow without thinking.
Then never came back.
And this was also the reason why Bellonmo was forced and cruelly learned the first truth he understood.
In the cruelty of war, he learned that strength is everything.
Not long after his adoptive father died in battle, he was forced to enter the battlefield.
To be honest, the war at that time and later was not a war at all. It was just hundreds of people struggling against each other in the snowy mud.
He only remembered that a stone dagger was stuffed into his hand by an adult of the tribe, and he was pushed onto the battlefield.
He was carried forward by the flow of people, unable to control himself. He was surrounded by dangling calves and animal skin skirts. He was so short that he couldn't even see the faces of the crowd.
Then he felt a strong force on his back. He immediately lost his balance and fell hard into the mud where the snowflakes melted. The dagger in his hand was also knocked off.
He raised his head with difficulty, wiped the mud off his face, and saw the man.
So memory is a strange thing. Thousands of years have passed, and he has even forgotten the appearance of his adoptive father, but he still remembers the appearance of that man, and the memory is so clear that it is even vivid.
It was a naked man, wrapped around a piece of animal skin that was originally snow-white but was now stained by mud. He had an extremely long beard and even braided it into several strands.
His left eye was blind, and the scars left by three beast claws not only ruined his face, but also took away his eye.
He was originally lying on the ground, groaning in pain, with a hideous bloody mouth on his waist.
But when he saw himself falling to the ground, he was obviously stunned, and then he followed his line of sight and saw the stone dagger that fell between the two of them.
Bell Longmo clearly saw that the man's eyes changed instantly.
Full of fierce killing intent!Like a hungry old wolf who saw a lost young rabbit at night, the bloodthirsty light from his eyes flowed out like lava, hot and dazzling.
The fear at that moment was like a cold, stinging hand, pinching Bell Longmo's heart. He understood in an instant that only one person could survive between him and that person!
So there was no communication, and no sound came out from the two throats. They just crawled towards the stone dagger between them like crazy at the same time!
Bellonmo's heart was beating like a drum. It was the first time in his life that he knew that his heart could beat so fast!So intense!
Maybe it was the wound on his waist. The man suddenly lost his strength when he was halfway up. The dagger was tightly held by Bell Longmo with both hands. He didn't even have time to think, and instinctively pounced on the man who fell to the ground, fiercely, Use all your strength to stab the dagger into his neck!
He repeated his actions so hard, constantly, and mechanically, watching frame by frame as the flesh and blood between the man's neck was torn open, and the blood bloomed like a blooming rose.
He exerted so much force that he could even clearly see the neck, with blood and flesh splattering, mixed with broken bones!
The murderous intent in the man's eyes gradually dissipated along with the vitality, and the back edge of the dagger also tore the flesh and blood of Bell Rommo's palm.
He gasped for breath, feeling his lungs throbbing under the stimulation of the air, and his breaths were mixed with pungent blood. During the fierce killing just now, he even forgot to breathe.
Bell Ronmo looked at the man whose only fingers were still twitching tenaciously and swallowed.
I tasted blood in my mouth.
That silent killing, when he screamed silently, the enemy's flesh and blood also splattered into his mouth, so when he thought of this fact, he immediately vomited.
I vomited so much that my stomach seemed to turn inside out.
They won that war.
Because he killed the leader of a hostile tribe.
That’s why I say memory is a really weird thing.
In the long years that followed, he killed countless people, even non-human beings and beasts. He could only remember a few of them. He even forgot the face of his adoptive father in the abyss of memory, but he always remembered the first person he had captured. the appearance of life.
I remember his braided beard and the three scars on his blind left eye.
Later, he discovered that there was a small cut on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he was wielding the dagger too hard and focused, and even accidentally opened a cut on the corner of his right lip.
This knife edge followed him throughout his life.
He always looks half-smiling, as if he is mocking something. Is he mocking the fragility of life, or is he mocking the true meaning of strength?
And this is the story that forged him and forged bellum (Latin for war).
his memory.
Bell Ronmo took a deep breath and pulled back his thoughts from the cold and hot memories.
Without any pause, he stood up and walked into the master bedroom.
Quietly shrinking into the cup, he hugged the warm body of his wife Daley Ellie in his arms.
"What's wrong?" Dali Aire asked softly as if she felt something.
"...Nothing, just recalling the ghosts of the past."
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Bell Ronmo watched with some embarrassment as she walked to a room, opened the door, walked in, and closed the door.
He looked at Delin pleadingly, as if hoping she would say something.
Dailin looked back at him inexplicably, "What are you doing? Yu is going to have a rest. If I stay here, I'm afraid of being burned by the jealousy in the air."
With that said, she also flew into a bedroom with her arms folded, leaving Bellonmo behind who had begun to sweat on his forehead.
Feeling that the muscles of Dali's thighs against his face began to tighten slightly, Bell Rommo sat up stiffly, "Haha..." He looked into Dali's eyes with a smile.
Her expression was still as cold and calm as ever, but her eyes clearly revealed the words 'unhappy' and the message 'You're dead if you dare to chase her'.
Bellon scratched his face silently, really not knowing what to do.
Dai Liaili is the wife he is marrying. Although he had conflicts with her before, he has reconciled with her now and is in the "passionate love period".
And Matolona... Although she had given up on herself and wanted to indulge when she had a relationship with her, she did have a crush on her, and she happened to seize the moment when she was confused, so she muddleheadedly So it happened.
Even a person's precious virginity has been taken away, so we can't just ignore it.He, Bell Longmo, couldn't be such a scumbag. Although having an affair within marriage was already a scumbag, he didn't want to become even more scumbag...
So he just looked into Daley's eyes pleadingly, as pitiful as he could be.
I don’t know how long it took, but Dalei sighed impatiently, her sharp eyes softening slightly, "Not today..."
"...Thank you! Ai Li, my love! mu~~" Bell Rommo, who was stunned for a moment to realize what her lover meant, pouted and tried to bite her red lips, but was caught by Dai Li Ai Li with a look of boredom. Her whole face was controlled by her demonic right hand... and then she pushed him away fiercely.
"I'm tired." Daley also crossed her arms and entered the master bedroom without looking back.
Belron was left scratching his head and scratching his head in distress.
What does she mean by letting me sleep in her bed?Or can I only sleep in the living room today?
Unable to understand the abyss of a woman's heart, he really envied the previous emperors of the Qin and Han dynasties.
At that time, he was very impressed that they could have countless concubines in the harem without worrying about relationship problems at all. Now he still admires them. He couldn't do it anyway. The appearance of two women in his life already made him quite anxious.
He loves Chinese culture very much. After traveling in that land for hundreds of years, he was deeply attracted by this culture with its rich historical heritage and long-standing inheritance.
He even always thought that his former tribe was probably the birthplace of the Chinese Ming Dynasty, because they had not moved at all for thousands of years. He also wanted to go back to his place of origin on a whim, only to find that great changes had taken place. But it is a hometown that always has a shadow of the past.
So when I was obsessed with Chinese culture, why didn't I learn from those emperors how to control the harem? I really regret it...
His appearance and characteristics are very similar to those of Chinese people. According to current sayings, he has the characteristics of Eurasian mixed race. But to be honest, his life experience has always been a mystery, and he himself doesn't know it.
His adoptive father found him in a snowy wilderness. The adoptive father, who had no wife or children, felt that he was a child given by God and adopted him as his own.
But now he can't even remember his adoptive father's appearance.
Bell Rommo sat on the sofa and slowly fell into recollection of the vague memories of the past.
Human memory is a very special thing. Although he himself doesn't know what species he is, his way of thinking is undoubtedly still human.
So he huddled on the sofa blankly, sinking into the abyss of memory, like an old man who has lived for too long, always involuntarily immersed in memories of the past.
And as mentioned before, people's memories are really special. Some memories will be slowly forgotten, while some memories will always become more and more profound as time goes by. For example, he can't clearly see the memory of his adoptive father no matter what. face, but always remember the scene before he went to the battlefield.
Memory's adoptive father was sad because their tribe was losing in a war with another tribe.
He was worried about the fate of his adopted son who he regarded as his own after his death, and worried that his young adopted son might not survive the next cold winter.
But he had no way or the power to change all this.
Whether it's winning or losing a tribal war, or the fate of an adopted son.
He couldn't even guarantee that he would survive this war.
So he didn't say anything before leaving. He just stared blankly at Bell Ronmo for a long time, with mixed emotions in his eyes.
Finally, I touched his head and stepped into the snow without thinking.
Then never came back.
And this was also the reason why Bellonmo was forced and cruelly learned the first truth he understood.
In the cruelty of war, he learned that strength is everything.
Not long after his adoptive father died in battle, he was forced to enter the battlefield.
To be honest, the war at that time and later was not a war at all. It was just hundreds of people struggling against each other in the snowy mud.
He only remembered that a stone dagger was stuffed into his hand by an adult of the tribe, and he was pushed onto the battlefield.
He was carried forward by the flow of people, unable to control himself. He was surrounded by dangling calves and animal skin skirts. He was so short that he couldn't even see the faces of the crowd.
Then he felt a strong force on his back. He immediately lost his balance and fell hard into the mud where the snowflakes melted. The dagger in his hand was also knocked off.
He raised his head with difficulty, wiped the mud off his face, and saw the man.
So memory is a strange thing. Thousands of years have passed, and he has even forgotten the appearance of his adoptive father, but he still remembers the appearance of that man, and the memory is so clear that it is even vivid.
It was a naked man, wrapped around a piece of animal skin that was originally snow-white but was now stained by mud. He had an extremely long beard and even braided it into several strands.
His left eye was blind, and the scars left by three beast claws not only ruined his face, but also took away his eye.
He was originally lying on the ground, groaning in pain, with a hideous bloody mouth on his waist.
But when he saw himself falling to the ground, he was obviously stunned, and then he followed his line of sight and saw the stone dagger that fell between the two of them.
Bell Longmo clearly saw that the man's eyes changed instantly.
Full of fierce killing intent!Like a hungry old wolf who saw a lost young rabbit at night, the bloodthirsty light from his eyes flowed out like lava, hot and dazzling.
The fear at that moment was like a cold, stinging hand, pinching Bell Longmo's heart. He understood in an instant that only one person could survive between him and that person!
So there was no communication, and no sound came out from the two throats. They just crawled towards the stone dagger between them like crazy at the same time!
Bellonmo's heart was beating like a drum. It was the first time in his life that he knew that his heart could beat so fast!So intense!
Maybe it was the wound on his waist. The man suddenly lost his strength when he was halfway up. The dagger was tightly held by Bell Longmo with both hands. He didn't even have time to think, and instinctively pounced on the man who fell to the ground, fiercely, Use all your strength to stab the dagger into his neck!
He repeated his actions so hard, constantly, and mechanically, watching frame by frame as the flesh and blood between the man's neck was torn open, and the blood bloomed like a blooming rose.
He exerted so much force that he could even clearly see the neck, with blood and flesh splattering, mixed with broken bones!
The murderous intent in the man's eyes gradually dissipated along with the vitality, and the back edge of the dagger also tore the flesh and blood of Bell Rommo's palm.
He gasped for breath, feeling his lungs throbbing under the stimulation of the air, and his breaths were mixed with pungent blood. During the fierce killing just now, he even forgot to breathe.
Bell Ronmo looked at the man whose only fingers were still twitching tenaciously and swallowed.
I tasted blood in my mouth.
That silent killing, when he screamed silently, the enemy's flesh and blood also splattered into his mouth, so when he thought of this fact, he immediately vomited.
I vomited so much that my stomach seemed to turn inside out.
They won that war.
Because he killed the leader of a hostile tribe.
That’s why I say memory is a really weird thing.
In the long years that followed, he killed countless people, even non-human beings and beasts. He could only remember a few of them. He even forgot the face of his adoptive father in the abyss of memory, but he always remembered the first person he had captured. the appearance of life.
I remember his braided beard and the three scars on his blind left eye.
Later, he discovered that there was a small cut on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he was wielding the dagger too hard and focused, and even accidentally opened a cut on the corner of his right lip.
This knife edge followed him throughout his life.
He always looks half-smiling, as if he is mocking something. Is he mocking the fragility of life, or is he mocking the true meaning of strength?
And this is the story that forged him and forged bellum (Latin for war).
his memory.
Bell Ronmo took a deep breath and pulled back his thoughts from the cold and hot memories.
Without any pause, he stood up and walked into the master bedroom.
Quietly shrinking into the cup, he hugged the warm body of his wife Daley Ellie in his arms.
"What's wrong?" Dali Aire asked softly as if she felt something.
"...Nothing, just recalling the ghosts of the past."
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