Fantasies That Descend on Collapse

If she picks up the teacup rashly and drinks it, Teresa will always have the feeling that she has destroyed a perfect work of art.

So every time Teresa drank the black tea made by her grandfather, she would express her respect for her grandfather with a feeling of cherishing.

Carefully pick up the teacup, then gently blow on the slightly warm tea in the cup, until the temperature is right, Teresa will put the teacup close to her lips, and then savor the black tea her grandfather prepared for her .

The pure black tea without any auxiliary ingredients has a strong taste and a unique astringent taste, which is different from the bitterness of bitter melon, and there is a taste that Teresa can't understand.

In short, Teresa loves the taste.

In the past, Teresa also learned how to make black tea like her grandfather. Whenever she put the black tea that she brewed clumsily in front of her grandfather, the other party would always put the black tea together with a smile on her face. She drank it all, then gently stroked Teresa's head, hoping she could do better next time.

Yet Teresa knew her level.

The black tea she brewed was bitter and astringent, and it didn't have that unspeakable taste.

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Reluctant to stop recalling, Theresa quickly walked into her office, then sat down at the desk, and put the things in her hands on the table.

The amber liquid is bottled and labeled 'chivasregal12' to identify it.

This is a bottle of wine, and the person who brought this bottle of wine was not Wuliangta Himeko, but Teresa who never drank.

With some difficulty, she opened the bottle cap, and Teresa poured the amber liquor into the teacup beside her.

For Teresa who doesn't know how to drink, teacups and wine glasses are nothing more than containers, and she doesn't need to care about these trivial rituals at all.

The amber liquid gradually filled the entire teacup, and the smell of spirits slowly evaporated into the air. Teresa subconsciously took a deep breath.

It was an indescribable aroma, and it was very different from the aroma of black tea.

If the aroma of black tea can make Teresa feel energetic, the aroma of these amber liquids makes her feel dizzy.

Tightening the cap of the wine bottle, Teresa picked up the teacup filled with amber liquid with both hands, looking at the amber liquid that reflected her appearance, Teresa swallowed nervously.

Strictly speaking, this is not the first time she drank alcohol. The time when she actually drank alcohol for the first time was about 16 years ago. At that time, Cecilia was not dead, and the relationship between Teresa and Otto was not become what it is now.

I still remember that time, Teresa and Siegfried rushed to a small town in Europe together to deal with the Houkai beast that suddenly appeared there.

After a fierce battle, the two stood in the middle of the battlefield full of Honkai beast corpses, and both of them had some serious wounds.

When Theresa, who was sitting on the ground leaning on Judas, bandaged her wound, she saw Siegfried taking out a water bottle from the inside pocket of her coat from the corner of her eyes.

Under Teresa's suspicious gaze, Siegfried unscrewed the lid of the pot, and poured the red liquid into his own mouth.

"Siegfried, what are you drinking?"

Naturally, Teresa became curious about the liquid in Ziegfeld's jug.

"Wine, don't you know? Want to taste it?"

Swallowing the wine in his mouth, Siegfried threw the water bottle with the screwed cap on to Theresa who was sitting not far from him.

Stretching out to catch the kettle that Siegfried threw at her, Teresa felt a little hesitation in her heart as she looked at the kettle that was still half full of wine.

At this moment, she thought of her grandfather's advice, but the curiosity in her heart kept agitating her, tempting her to drink the liquid contained in it

After a fierce ideological struggle, curiosity finally won. Teresa carefully unscrewed the lid of the pot and poured a little of the liquid inside into her mouth.

"Cough...cough..."

Teresa, who was exposed to alcohol for the first time, was not accidentally choked. While coughing, her fair face was slightly hot due to the effect of alcohol. After swallowing the liquid in her mouth reluctantly, she Seeing Siegfried not far away, he was holding his stomach and laughing nonstop.

The last response to Siegfried was the kettle that hit him on the forehead, and the red wine spilled all over his body.

This is Teresa's memory of drinking for the first time.

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Looking at the glass of amber liquid, Teresa took a deep breath, and then, like the first time, she carefully sipped the liquid in the glass.

Teresa, who had no drinking experience, immediately swallowed the liquid in her mouth without tasting any taste. The only thing she could feel was the burning sensation left on it after the liquid slipped through the esophagus and entered the abdomen.

"Ugh..."

It was a completely different feeling from red wine. The sudden burning sensation made Teresa put down the teacup in her hand, and then covered her throat.

"..."

This feeling lasted for a long time before it slowly faded away, and the corners of his eyes also leaked unconsciously.

Stretching out her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Teresa looked back at the teacup she put on the table, and finally picked it up, and took another sip.

This time, Teresa did not swallow the wine immediately, but let it stay in her mouth for a while, and she also tasted the taste as she wished.

On her tongue, she could feel the faint scent of flowers and mild dried fruit. Although there was still a little burning sensation, compared with the last time, this time it didn't make her feel so uncomfortable.

After swallowing the wine in her mouth, the alcohol also began to play a role. It was a feeling that Teresa couldn't describe. Just like what her grandfather said, she couldn't concentrate, her thoughts stagnated, and she even felt a little helpless. Take control of your body.

Covering his flushed face with his hands, his mind was in a trance, and he felt a sense of ecstasy.

It was like when I was immersed in the culture cabin when I was born, observing the world through the culture fluid.

Letting go of her control over her body, Teresa lay half prone on the desk, her face flushed with the blush that would only appear when she was drunk.

Rubbing her eyes that were about to close, Teresa freed up one hand to hold the teacup, then lifted it up tremblingly.

Seeing that there was still more than half of the liquid in the teacup, Teresa put her lips close to the teacup, and this time she took a big sip without hesitation.

"..."

After the wine stayed in her mouth for a while, she couldn't wait to enter her abdomen. After ingesting so much wine, Teresa was naturally drunk.

Her mind was blank, unable to think, and for a short moment, she even forgot her identity.

But for her, these situations should be what she wants to encounter the most, so that she can forget what she saw in the underground of the central church, forget the deal she made with anti-entropy, and forget that her best friend is dead , I don't even hate my grandfather anymore.

She has thought about telling these things to other people, but she can't...

These things are like the malice in Pandora's box. After telling others, all that is left to them is disaster, and there is no hope in this Pandora's box.

Lifting her head from the table, she put the almost empty teacup in front of her, then Theresa unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle, and continued to pour amber liquor into the teacup.

Because of the drunkenness, Theresa had some afterimages in her vision, and she spilled the wine on the desk.

Regarding this, she just wiped off the wine spilled on the table with her sleeves indifferently, and then repeated the previous action.

After most of the wine in the bottle disappeared, Teresa finally stopped her movements. She pushed the teacup aside and lay down on the table. Her dizzy brain accompanied by deep sleepiness made her Slowly closed his eyes.

The afternoon sun shines on Teresa through the window, illuminating the tears she shed in her deep sleep and the amber liquid flowing on the table because the teacup was overturned...

Chapter 29 Just like when we first met

Waking up from a deep sleep, Luo Chen saw the setting sun that was about to set outside the window, and felt the wailing from his body, as well as his own high body temperature.

The senses become dull, the lungs seem to be squeezed by foreign objects, it is difficult to breathe, and the mind is also a little painful.

Judging from the current situation... His physical condition doesn't seem to be very good.

"Ah...I'm sick..."

Facing his current situation, Luo Chen just let out a meaningless sigh, then continued to lean himself against the corner of the room, without taking any other actions.

How long have you been sick?

Crouching in the corner, looking at the room illuminated by the setting sun, Luo Chen suddenly thought of this question, but thinking about it carefully, he seemed to have forgotten the last time he was sick.

Since his father left, he has always cherished his body very much, because he knows that besides himself, he should be the only one left who cares about him in this world.

Somewhat weakly he leaned his head against the wall, and his drowsy brain gave instructions to rest, but his full energy prevented him from closing his eyes.

If you want to make a metaphor for the current feeling, it should be the feeling after taking stimulants and sleeping pills at the same time.

Energetic, yet exhausted...

"..."

The combination of a swollen brain and an uplifted spirit produced a wonderful chemical reaction. In desperation, Luo Chen stretched out his hands with great effort and rubbed his temples on both sides.

"...what is this?"

When he put his hands on his temples, Luo Chen touched some fine powder with his fingers, and through the moonlight, he could clearly see the whole picture of these powders.

It is light white, like the powder produced by fine pearls being crushed to the extreme.

Luo Chen knew this kind of thing, this kind of substance can only be formed after tears dry up...

"Cecilia..."

While rubbing the light white powder stuck to his hands, he thought of the person he met in his dream.

The mother who hugged herself and burst into tears after being rejected by her daughter...

"Could it be that... after I fell asleep... did I cry again..."

Looking at the substances in his hands, Luo Chen naturally associated them with himself.

He reached out to touch the corners of his eyes, but strangely, there was no such light white powder there.

If these tears were shed by himself, it means that Cecilia's influence on him has reached a very serious level.

If those tears weren't for him...

This shows that the previous conversation between the two may not have been a simple dream.

"Soul...is it..."

Putting down his raised hand, he immediately began to think about this question about the soul.

There is no doubt that in the present world, souls really exist.

The best evidence is that he met Cecilia who should have died long ago in Siberia, and...

The Sixth Herrscher who lived in the last era known in his memory.

Cecilia may not be able to prove that there are souls in this world, but the Sixth Herrscher can.

With the ability to create and wither, he is the best evidence to prove that souls exist in this world.

But the current situation is somewhat different from what he understands.

If there is a soul in the stigmata, then is there also a soul in another stigmata that has been silent for a long time in his body?

Thinking of this, he raised his hand to touch the stigmata on his body, but halfway through the action, he froze.

Because he doesn't know where his stigmata is, he is now like a mortal who silently accepts the favor of the gods.