Not a Witch

"I'm sorry, teacher."

He looked at the small fruit in his hand, and suddenly recalled the afternoon of parting in the summer, when the soft singing was surrounded by the forest.

[it's been a long night]

[while you're on the hunt]

[but can't see hope]

.....

[I know this seems pointless]

[I know this is extremely hypocritical]

[I know you are unbearable]

[Continue for another day]

[one more day ahead]

[Even with bruises and bruises]

[even if the wings are broken]

[Can't stop you from flying]

[one day]

[you will see]

[that miraculous starlight]

"I'm sorry, everyone, teacher, I'm afraid I won't be able to see that starlight in my short life." Pullman's tone seemed to be sighing and saying goodbye.

He threw the orange fruit into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, then picked up the great sword beside him in his right hand, stepped forward, and charged towards the group of cavalry soldiers who looked like Thor descended into the world again.

The sturdy back and the heavy sword were so small under the dim sky.

The breeze was blowing, and the broken flags and spears were slanted on the ground, telling an unrealistic dream.

Chapter 95 Finally Seeing Starlight

"Lacie, Lacie, what's wrong with you, don't move." Lan Lier swayed gently beside her, and Lacie seemed to be lost for a while.

"It's nothing, it's just a bit of a daze." Lacey stood up from her seat, and the opera performance had ended.

As the opera came to an end, it took a long time for the audience to recover from the plot.

"I have seen this opera several times before, why am I moved to tears today?"

"I haven't enjoyed such a moving opera for many years." A wealthy businessman exclaimed

"Dad, in the future, I will also be a descendant of Thor and join the Lightning Knights."

"Xunlei follow me, let's go!" A child imitated the characters in the opera excitedly.

After the performance, the audience in the theater talked a lot and were amazed at this opera performance. Even those very picky old spectators had to praise that this was really the best performance in the past ten years. This impression is still from the Twilight Brigade ten years ago.

Obviously there are no new faces for the performers, and the plot is the same as before, but there is a feeling that cannot be explained.It is probably to make people more immersed in the plot, and their emotions rise and fall with the plot, and there is a kind of thrill of a roller coaster.

"Lacey, it's amazing."

After the end, Lan Lier praised Lacey's singing backstage. She knew best why the opera's perception was several grades better than before.In fact, the actors and other accompanists have basically not changed. She still plays the leading role. Only the singing behind the scenes has changed. Even when she is performing, her mood can't help but fluctuate. You must know that she has performed this script many times. .

"Thank you."

Lacey herself has no self-awareness. This is the first time she has participated in a performance, and there is no comparison. She just thinks that the script should be like this.

As everyone knows, this is actually a very rare situation. No matter how good the script is, it will be boring to play every day. No matter how good the song is, it will be annoying to listen to every day, and the threshold of people's happiness will continue to increase.And this performance really broke everyone's inherent sense of body and brought bursts of amazement.

Roland Hill was walking home, feeling uneasy for some reason, even when he got home, he didn't sleep well all night.

After lunch the next day, she told Chelsea to decline the reception and walked into the small courtyard alone.

In the quiet courtyard, the pear tree swayed slightly in the autumn wind as before. She leaned on the back of the chair, her hair was falling, and she looked at the sky with the rolling clouds, but her heart was still unable to calm down.

An anxiety seemed to hit her out of sight, as if to tell her that something bad was about to happen.

She closed her eyes, her consciousness sank into the depths of her heart, and she kept diving to explore the source of this anxiety.

Deep in the memory, fragments of time flashed one by one, including scenes of her living alone in the Tisilan Mountains, scenes of going to school in her previous life, scenes of laughing with her friends, and scenes of coming to Vale. Plus the lively scene of attending the banquet...

Scenes and scenes flashed across the front, and then dissipated.

In the end, she was frozen in front of a picture, which was many years ago in the afternoon when she watched the boy leave.

In the forest where the sun shines slantingly, she sang softly, wishing that ordinary boy a blessing, hoping that he could create his own miracle.

She stood quietly in front of this giant painting, looking at her former self, sitting on a tree, with silver hair and white dress, her eyes were slightly closed, her lips were lightly opened, and she prayed devoutly.

Roland Hill's eyes seemed to have stars twinkling, and she saw a lot of people, a lot of things, those people clumsily chasing dreams, and the process was not smooth.

The boy's eloquence is not good, he can only use clumsy actions to move others again and again, so that others finally believe him, so he got the first few companions.

They walked between the city and the mountains, going through difficulties one after another, and life gave them heavy blows again and again. During this period, some of their companions fell forever, some people were tempted by fame and fortune to betray them, and some finally lost and gave up.

They regrouped, learned lesson after lesson after lesson, and moved on, just like that, foolishly back on the road, exploring new paths, there is still hope for everything, isn't it?

Until the thundercloud blocked the sky, and the lightning who cut off fate stepped onto the battlefield.

In the blazing thunder, the lively faces seemed to want to say something, but they didn't say anything. The anger was suppressed in the chest, accompanied by the sword and blood, stagnant and fell down, unwilling and empty eyes scattered on the ground, No more life.

The thread of fate is also broken here.

Loren Hill slowly opened her eyes, and there seemed to be Milky Way stars in her pupils, constantly flowing, reflecting the world, her body slowly floated up, the white skirt moved automatically without wind, and her figure gradually became illusory , the hair has slowly changed back to the original silver.

A star rose slowly from the earth, and the beautiful starlight crossed a long trajectory in the sky, straight up, as if the stars that fell from the mortal world returned to the sky again.

Another example is that a stone is thrown into the sky, the colorless ripples are slightly rippling, and the clouds in the sky dissipate, revealing a blue-purple sky as pure as a mirror, in which the stars twinkle, as if there is a specific pattern, conveying some kind of information, responding to who's calling.

When Roland Hill woke up again, there were endless starry sky and celestial bodies around him. Each star was as small as a grain of rice, and the big one could not even see the edge. They moved in the starry sky according to a certain trajectory, not fast but also unstoppable.

At this point, she could no longer feel her body and transcendent core, as if everything had turned into a nebula without substance.

The only thing that still emerges in consciousness is the mechanical sound of the system.

[The identity verification of the third ruler begins]

[Test item one, passed]

[Test item [-], passed]

[Test item three, passed]

[...]

[...]

[Test item 37, pass]

[Verified, fully approved, empowerment begins. ]

[Star Crown starts loading, 10%...48%...72%...100%, loading complete. ]

[Miracle Star, the deduction begins! ]

[Fate Spinning, Open!]

All of a sudden, there were complicated and endless tracks in Roland Hill's field of vision, which were the sky tracks of the stars.

These stars and celestial bodies revolve according to their own trajectories, during which they interfere with and influence each other, and finally lead to an unknowable future.

The stars in the sky, moving forward in the galaxy in the deep space, are like floating and sinking in the long river of fate, all kinds of factors have an impact on it, no one knows what will happen to them in the future, and can only swim hard in the turbid current .

But a special star emerged from the river of fate and leaped out of the water, and she began to observe the entire river and the individuals contained within it.

Her eyes wandered, and she found the tiny star with the contact from a long time ago. There were still little stars and sand around it. However, this star has already stepped on a dead end, and the golden thread of fate has been broken ahead, leaving only The next is nothingness and darkness.

Since the original destiny is broken, let me spin a brand new star thread.

With this thought, the figure of the silver-haired girl gradually condensed and emerged in this star world.

She carefully held up the little star with both hands, the starlight slowly condensed, and the golden thread of fate began to emerge in front of her.

At the same time, the wind swept the wilderness, the heavy thunderclouds seemed to be pushed aside by a pair of invisible hands, and the pure and beautiful starry sky appeared in the eyes of everyone.

So vast, so magnificent, making individuals and lives as small as grains of sand.

And now, the starlight begins to fall.

Chapter 96 Lightning's Curtain Call

The spinning of star threads is not easy. The long river of fate extends to countless different branches. Unfortunately, for this tiny star, it is almost a dead end.

If you want to change the inherent structure of this world, you will suffer crazy resistance and counterattack, which is a matter of course.

Generally speaking, it takes many years of constant blows and shakes to disintegrate the original structure and then establish a new system. Whoever wants to succeed at one time will only suffer.

But there is always hope.

[Even if it's a one in a billion chance, I'll find this way to a miracle. ]

The girl with silver hair and white dress, with burning eyes, walked through the long river of fate again and again, exploring the possibility of continuation.

She saw one shattered future, one sad ending after another.

The setting sun is like blood, broken halberds sink into the sand, and corpses are scattered everywhere.

Constantly flipping in the long river of fate, looking for a possible way of life.

again and again.

again and again.

I don't know how many times.

A kind of exhaustion came like a tide, drowning the whole body and mind. Even with such talent and power, the girl began to feel exhausted, and her originally firm will began to sink gradually.

I really want to rest, I really want to sleep, the twinkling pupils are slowly dimmed, the body walking in the long river of fate slowly stagnates, and the edge of the body gradually blurs.

It seems that it will dissipate at any time, fall into the star world, and fall into the mortal world.

She tried to fly again, but her fingers slowly dissipated, turning into bursts of light particles.