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

Chapter 75 Old Dream (3)

The girl opened her eyes again and found that the sky was high and the wind was clear and soft, like catkins in June.

If she ignored the ruins at her feet and the wreckage in the distance, the girl would even think that it was a sunny day, suitable for taking a nap with the breeze.

The wind and snow pushed away by the aftermath of the wind wall were slowly approaching, and although the new god in the crowd was naked, he carried an inviolable sanctity.

He casually cut a piece of wind around him, activated his divine power, and a harp appeared in his hands.

The pair of pure white wings flapped, so that the blue sky could only match this new god.

The screams of wolves came one after another from the distant valley, severely piercing the peaceful afternoon. The hurricane rolled in from the distance. In the girl's eyes, she could see the overwhelming elemental power like giant green pythons. They all rushed towards the New God.

The new god in the sky let out a groan that was either in pain or a sigh. A delicate chess piece, like the "queen" in chess, was integrated into the new god's chest, emitting a light that was so intense that people could not look directly at it.

At the moment when the "chess piece" and the new god were completely integrated, the new god plucked the strings, and the unprecedented strong wind drove away the wind and snow, gathered them, and finally threw them to the distant mountains.

The wind and snow were deprived of loneliness, and the cliffs were deprived of their sharpness, sinking to the bottom of the sea and turning into silent islands.

At the beginning, the ferocious face of the old Mondstadt was completely revealed, and the future of Mondstadt finally became clear. The wind stopped howling hysterically and turned into sunshine that was gentle and warm enough.

The wind soothed the weathered earth inch by inch, awakening the long-lost vitality.

When the wind reaches the plains, the dead trees sprout new buds; when the wind reaches the wasteland, the scorched yellow reveals the green; when the wind reaches the cliffs, the Cecilia flowers open white and sway, sweeping over a long bow lying there.

The wind blows through the ruins——

He closed the young man's empty eyes.

The wind pushes the arrival of life, but it cannot catch up with the departing figure of my friend.

The new god fluttered his wings and landed on the cliff. He picked up the bow that had been left behind by its owner. He grabbed a corner of the god's costume and rubbed it on the bow, wiping away the dust but not the scratches on it. , He was a little annoyed and curled his lips:

"Ah, so careless."

The new god rubbed his eyes uncomfortably and wiped the tears that were about to overflow on his palms.

"Forget it, I'll reunite you."

The new god held up the bow respectfully, and then placed it squarely next to the young man——

But because the ground was full of gravel, the bow could not be placed straight.

The new god kept fiddling with a frown on his face, and finally managed to maintain a delicate balance on the tip of a piece of gravel.

The girl's eyes were filled with tears, but after this scene she burst into laughter and burst into tears, as if this was a funny mime performed by the New God to comfort her sad friends.

"You guys go back and rest!"

The new god did this, ignoring the weird looks on everyone's face, and raised his hands towards them:

"I won't go back tonight, I want to take them to watch the stars."

The girl did not get to watch the stars with the new god.

As she tried to get closer to Him, a strong suction pulled her.

She was just a light soul now, unable to move even half a step under this suction force, and was even dragged back a few steps. She couldn't stand still and was sucked into the vortex of "time and space".

The girl woke up with a heavy breath, and what she saw was the enlarged face of "Death". Although it was still expressionless, her empty gray eyes were full of anxiety - and Dotore was sitting leisurely on the side, He held a syringe in his hand, which contained dark red blood that looked as clear as wine under the light.

It didn't take much thinking to figure out whose it belonged to.

The girl frowned and looked at Dotore.

She wasn't sure what the potion did--

Did it really make her go back to the past, or did it weave a dream of water, moon, mirror and flowers for her?

"It seems like it's been a pretty good time."

Dotore placed the syringe casually on the small table at hand, but stopped it firmly.

"The function of the potion is to create hallucinations?"

After hearing what the girl said, Dotore chuckled softly, and couldn't hide his teasing again:

"Hallucination? Miss, do you think so?"

"...you mean-"

Dotore stretched out his hand and made a "stop" gesture. The smile at the corner of his mouth widened, and he seemed to be filled with uncontrollable excitement:

"This potion can allow people to return to their 'past', but I didn't expect that the lady's 'past' would be so interesting."

The girl's eyes widened uncontrollably, and for a moment she forgot how to react. She only heard Dotore's sinister voice sounded again, and the words he spat out made her fall into even greater fear:

"Diekarpian - that's the name of the tyrant of Mondstadt, isn't it?"

"Do not......"

The girl denied it, but the unconcealed grayness of her face and the ambiguity in her voice made this denial unconvincing.

There was a hint of coaxing and assurance in Dotore's voice, and he said:

"So, miss, you can go back in time, right?"

Although the tone was inquiring, Dotore's whole body revealed his confident confidence, which made the girl unconsciously move her eyes away - although she couldn't see Dotore's eyes, she could somehow feel his fanatical gaze focused on him. On her.

Dotore was not annoyed when he saw the girl's silence. He just sat back on the chair again, picked up the tube of blood, and let the blood roll in the transparent tube:

"If you don't want to say it, it doesn't matter if you arrive."

"Anyway, with this, I can naturally see everything you experienced in the 'hallucination'."

"Even if," the girl took a deep breath, trying not to fall into a disadvantage, "even if you can see it, it doesn't prove that it is the so-called 'past', right?"

"Or are you interested in peeking into the chaotic fantasies of a member of the opposite sex?"

This is actually a very unreasonable statement. It is a kind of 'slander' and 'moral kidnapping' that a girl would not blurt out even when faced with someone she hates.

But the offended Dotore himself didn't seem to care about the sarcasm in the girl's words, and continued to play with the tube of blood, saying lightly:

"When you say that, I am indeed somewhat interested."

"Why don't you, Miss, move to the laboratory and watch with me?"

The girl's hands were clenched tightly, her rounded nails digging into her flesh, using this not-severe pain to offset her panic at the moment.

The girl's every move could not escape Dotore's observation, which made it unnecessary for him to verify his conjecture.

It's just that he doesn't intend to pierce these immediately, he just puts the needle into his pocket:

"Miss, pack up and leave."

The girl immediately became alert:

"what?"

Dotore stood up and pulled on his somewhat wrinkled gloves:

"Didn't the lady ask for payment from me? Now, please follow me to get it."

Yes, reward.

The girl touched Death's furry head.