【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

"Wendy, stuffed apples."

Wendy didn't know when she reached the palm of the wind god statue to accompany them. After the dance was over and the crowd dispersed, Wendy brought the girl up.

"Eh--give it to me?"

The bottle of apple juice had been put aside, and Wendy had been staring at the girl without even noticing.

"I couldn't buy you apple wine before," the girl smiled and raised the wine bottle in front of Wendy, "Now, I'll supply it to you."

For some reason, Wendy hesitated when she extended her hand, but she still held the bottle of wine.

"Yeah, I made up for it."

If it's just wine, make up for it.

"You want to...confront the one from Zhidong?"

The girl nodded heavily twice, then shook her head:

"It's resistance."

"At least, I want to know what she thinks."

"Why did you create me, why did you kill me, why did you have to rebuild me countless times——"

"Also, what kind of...does she want from me?"

Wendy looked at her with her head propped up, then spoke carefully:

"Then what if...she just wants your life? What will you do?"

The girl does not think this is a cruel assumption:

"I haven't thought about it yet, maybe I'll run away?"

The girl blinked at Wendy: "If you can run away."

"The worst is just to die again."

Wendy pursed her lips tightly, opened her hand and put it on the girl's head:

"Don't say such things with a calm face."

Even a thousand-year-old god cannot face his own death so calmly - but the girl is different.

Now even if someone throws the dismembered body parts in front of her, she won't have any big reaction.

Repeated death and rebirth can make people ignore the value of life itself.

Wendy gently grabbed the girl's wrist and activated the wind element. The mark left on her body was still there.

This mark is to quickly locate the girl. If you input some more power——

Maybe he could be by her side at any time.

With the input of the wind element, he suddenly felt a force that bounced him away, making his fingertips numb.

"Is this why she can threaten you?"

The densely packed ice elements squeezed into the energy of the earth veins - Albedo had always thought that this was the adhesive of her body, but now it seems that this is not the case.

This is the thread she has buried in her body.

For a puppet without life, its silk threads are its life; for a puppet with life, its silk threads are its shackles.

Take her to escape——

The voice screamed in Wendy's head.

Take her to escape——

He heard his own voice:

"Will you be loyal to her?"

Wendy lowered her eyes, held her wrist, put her fingertips on her pulse, and gently traced her veins.

The girl was calmer than expected and said two words simply:

"willing."

Wendy's eyes darkened.

"But - I don't want to be controlled by her."

Wendy raised her head and met the girl's eyes.

Her eyes were like tightly cut sapphires, spreading brilliance outward one by one.

The two have always had a tacit understanding, and they could understand each other's intentions the moment they met their eyes. Wendy chuckled:

"So, shall I start?"

The wind element seeped into her body, cutting off the ice element in her blood, and then gently pulled it out - the feeling was no less than cramping and bone picking. The severe pain made the girl's body tense and tremble, and she clung to Wendy's body and was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

It was also the first time for Wendy to do such a thing - privately interfering with the power of other gods was actually against the rules of Sky Island, and he didn't know what his chances of winning were.

However, isn’t the God of Liberty also fulfilling his priestly duties by helping his beloved to gain freedom?

The backlash of the rules was extremely obvious. Blood seeped from Wendy's fingertips when she was playing the piano strings, and even dripped onto the girl's white dress.

"Wendy!"

In the blur of consciousness, she caught a glimpse of Wendy's dripping blood, and the girl's spirit suddenly became clear. This also meant that her perception of pain was somewhat more sensitive.

"I'm fine."

He pressed his forehead against hers and comforted the girl with a relaxed tone.

The girl's condition looked very bad, with blue and white lines even appearing on her skin, spreading like cracks.

Wendy panicked a little - what if because of his actions, an unproven "save", she died.

"Are you scared?"

The girl held Wendy's face with trembling hands, trying to calm the worry in his eyes:

"Worried about me dying here?"

She forced herself to laugh:

"It doesn't matter. I am willing to die free."

This was the last time the girl's mind was clear. After saying this, she pressed on Wendy's shoulders in an almost dying posture, trying her best to endure the pain of her meridians being withdrawn.

The white fabric was soaked with sweat and blood, and the red wrapped around her waist - she was like porcelain entangled by death, or a ballet puppet hung high by red threads.

Take me away, Wendy.

There was an ice ball floating on Wendy's bloody hand.

It seems not to be contaminated by any filth, but it is extremely harmonious with the current scene, as if the blood is its throne.

Wendy smiled.

He succeeded.

When he closed his palm, the blood quickly enveloped it and turned it into pieces.

The girl fainted at some point and was hanging on his body. If she hadn't been able to feel her trembling, Wendy would have even doubted whether she was dead.

Wendy held the girl's face and slowly moved closer.

It turns out that the doll really forgets to breathe.

The blood had already smeared her face. Wendy wanted to wipe away the blood, but found that the more she wiped it away, the more it became stained. Only then did he realize that he could no longer see his hands.

I won’t be able to sing for a while.

Forget it, I have the stuffed apples she gave me anyway.

Your face is already dirty anyway, so let me hold it for a while, right?

Thinking about it, Wendy rubbed the tip of the girl's nose, and then the tip of her own nose was stained with blood.

The divine pattern suddenly stung, as if someone had penetrated him. Wendy was in a daze for a while, and then she immediately reacted:

He probably had to go back to sleep.

Realizing this, he was even more reluctant to put down the girl in his hands.

How about going to bed with me?

Looking at the girl's face that was a little mottled by herself.

At this moment, she was so fragile, so peaceful, so...

free.

She is free.

Unable to restrain herself, Wendy kissed her face, and the kisses fell densely on her skin. Every touch was like a feather falling on the surface of a balloon, slowly sliding upwards.

The last kiss fell on the girl's ear. Wendy took a deep breath of the scent of her hair, and then seemed to say to the girl or to herself:

"It's great, you're free."

The sun shone through the girl's eyelids, and she didn't dare to open her eyes, for fear that she would fall into the abyss again before she could grasp the feeling of the rest of her life.

Soon, she discovered something.

Wendy is gone.

This time is different, this time, there is not even a goodbye.