[K] The growth and evolution of the owner and the dog

Guochang Lu Dajue saw his hesitation and asked sharply. "Why are you still hesitating? Is there any hesitation needed to save this city?"

"Even if you risk your life?" The young man was puzzled, his voice full of confusion. "does it worth?"

"Why isn't it worth it?" Guochang Lu Dajue let out a contemptuous laugh. "Being a soldier is all about giving."

"But you are not in the German army..."

"Is there a difference?" He looked at Weitzman in the distance, nostalgic and nostalgic. "The beauty of this city, the atmosphere among the people and the bits and pieces of the past. Isn't it worth protecting?"

The young man followed his gaze and looked at the destroyed city in front of him without a trace of what it once looked like.This is the place where he met and even made an agreement with Weizmann. They used to run on the street, play and play by the Elbe River, walk through the bustling downtown together hand in hand, and even count the stars in the sky together at night.

But that's why he couldn't bear it.I can't bear to bear Weitzman, I can't bear to bear the bits and pieces that happened to them in the past, and I can't bear to leave.

【What is he hesitating about? ] Xiao Hei asked Slate out loud.Even if he was watching Weizman's situation, he could feel that something was wrong, and the boy should have done something, but now he hesitated.

If this continues, both Weitzman and the city will be completely destroyed.

[The Dresden Stone Slab has been unable to summon back the colorless stone slab for a long time, resulting in a lack of energy.Now being summoned by the Silver King, it is out of control. 】

【out of control? !Is there any way to solve it? 】He received the thought that flashed through his mind for a moment, and he roared out in disbelief. [Alan will die? ! 】

If this is the case, he can also understand why the boy is so hesitant and reluctant.

【No, you... His consciousness born as a stone slab will not perish as long as the Dresden stone slab exists, it's just...】

[Just what? 】

Slate paused and said. 【Do you know the attributes of the king born on the Dresden stone slab? 】

[There are indeed seven kings with the corresponding abilities of two kings. 】

[Because the colorless king can influence other kings, there are uncertain factors.Master Yiyan once told me this. 】

[Yes, it is because of this.If you want to calm down the movement of the slate.Must be stabilized with colorless stone slabs. 】

Under Xiao Hei's expression of looking at the pale young man, thinking of the violently constricted pupils, he said words that made him unbelievable but true.

[Only by using the stone slab of the Colorless King to offset the power of the slate can the slate be controlled. 】

【So, he must disappear. 】

[Is there no other way? 】He couldn't bear it, but he also understood the current situation.This is the history that has happened, he has no right to change it and can only sigh.

But what about Weitzman?If he lost the two most important people in his life at the same time, how could she bear such pain alone?

When he was a child, when he learned that his parents died in a car accident, his eyes were fragile and confused, he even hated the world, and he had little hope of living.Now this kind of pain, does he want to see Weitzman?Or is it that the pain that Weitzman endured appeared in his life when he was young?

Slate told him that this memory was a sealed memory, so why wasn't the sealed memory released prematurely when Xiaobai left or when the King of Gold passed away?

The young man silently pushed away Guochang Lu Dajue who was supporting him, and stood up with difficulty.Slowly walking towards the distance, Weitzmann used power to float the entire city of Dresden.There was a scorching sound when his fingertips touched the periphery of the silver-white halo, but he still didn't stop.

The light of silver is very similar to that of Weitzman.Never be polluted by the world, stick to one's own opinion, use one's own strength to illuminate the path of others, gentle and considerate.One takes great responsibility without telling anyone.

Hey...Witzman, are you stupid?

The skin of the boy's whole body was burnt red, even bleeding, but he still insisted on approaching Weitzman and hugged him from behind.Weitzman froze slightly, turned around and wanted to raise his hand to grab his neck and throw him out of the range of the silver power.

Suddenly, two colorless tentacles sprang out from the boy's body, firmly fixing Weizman's hand so that he could not move.The skin on the boy's face was cracked, and the blood flowed horribly along the tiny wounds.

Weitzman's eyes flickered, and they were no longer gray.His voice was hoarse, as if he was resisting something, he frowned and spoke hoarsely. "Get away from me!! Aaron!"

He could no longer feel his own heartbeat or even pain.Not any discomfort caused by loss of strength.So, what is that aching pain in the body?

He could feel that Weitzman had recovered his sanity, but everything couldn't be stopped.It was restored because the Dresden Stone received its last strength including itself.

"Hey, Weitzman." He raised his arm with difficulty, stroking Weitzman's cheek by feeling.The corner of his mouth smiled, his voice was choked but brisk. "If I'm not a human being, or even any kind of creature...will you still, continue to love me?"

The skin on his hands became red, and he wiped the oozing blood on Weitzman's face. Without waiting for Weitzman's answer, he raised his toes and kissed the pale, trembling and chapped lips.

He can no longer feel the pain in the mouth, even the pain in the organs and pipelines.Blood oozing from every taste bud on his tongue filled his mouth, but he couldn't taste it.

The sovereignty that has always been held by Weitzman is firmly in his hands at this moment.He clumsily picked Weitzman's trembling lips away with the tip of his tongue, and carefully touched his weak tongue.

The blood oozing from the mouth trickled down the corners of the mouth and dripped onto the ground, drop by drop, coquettish and weird.

The boy felt that his cheeks were wet with cold liquid, he let go of his mouth, and tore off the gauze covering his eyes, which were full of reluctance and determination.His fingertips were wet with liquid, he said with a smile. "Witzman, I have never expressed my will."

"Because I feel that Weitzman's ideas are mine, and there is no difference."

"But this time, I want to be the master myself."

"Weitzman, why are you crying?" He smiled cutely with slightly curved brows. "This is the first choice I've made, and Weitzman should be happy for me."

"I never told you." He lowered his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "It's true that I'm a test subject of the Dresden Slate, but it's a part of the Dresden Slate."

"When did you remember that?" Weitzman's voice was steady, and the boy raised his head to meet his gaze.His own ugly appearance was reflected in his silvery eyes, the only thing clearly visible were those clear blue-black eyes.

So, can I also have this kind of eyes and expression?

He smiled. "I remembered it before."

The Dresden stone slab not far away suddenly trembled and made a piercing sound, the boy turned his head and took a look. "It seems that the fusion has already begun." Before he finished speaking, his body glowed, looking so sacred against the background of the whitened sky.

"Can't, stay?" Weitzman whispered.

The teenager's eyes widened, and he smiled and shed tears.Tears slid down the corners of his eyes, but there was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth. "You know."

Someone once told him that he must smile when he is happy.When you are unhappy, you must vent and cry.But now he is smiling and crying.

happy?Happy, he kept the memories with Weitzman, the person Weitzman, and their past.

Are you sad?Maybe, because the person who will be with him from now on will no longer be him.

Why, he, who is not a human being, feels pain in his chest.Why can he feel depressed even though he no longer has any senses?

The moment the sun rose, Weitzman felt the shackles in his hands disappear.The person in front of him was so close to him, he ran over staggeringly and stretched out his hand.His eyes reflected the appearance of a young man who smiled against the light but couldn't stop his tears. Even though his skin was completely cracked, he couldn't hide his beauty and light.

The most beautiful scenery in the world was reflected in those blue-black eyes, and Yu Chaoyang disappeared together in his palm and shattered into little pieces.

[I don't regret anything that happened.Xiaobai, thank you for letting me—]

What?Can you finish speaking?Please, let me hear your last words...

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!" Dresden Slate heard his mournful and desperate cry, flashed, but returned to calm.

Weitzman knelt on the ground and covered his face.He didn't know why he didn't shed any tears even though he didn't know what to do.

The people he wanted to protect, his sister and the boy, all chose to sacrifice for him in front of him, but now he can only live with ease?Living numbly with the expectations of the dead?

Obviously he is a man, he has become the pillar of the family and their reliance, but now he has become the most insignificant existence.