The end of the day is a dump

"Would you like some wine too?" Luo Yin shook the wine glass in his hand.

"No." Wuxue refused.

Knowing the truth about Shisan and Luo Yin for the first time, Wuxue didn't know how to express her feelings for a while. The person in front of her was a contradictory body, and she herself was not. Wrong, if they want to survive and stabilize their rule, they can't do it only by relying on love and kindness. Perhaps when Luo Yin swings the blade, their path is destined to be full of blood and blood. The abbreviation of this world, when Luo Yin stepped out of this land for the first time, what greeted her was a cruel world.

"Is the story over?" Wu Xue asked.

"It's over." Luo Yin put down his drinking glass, and her calm face was reflected in the crystal clear glass.

Wuxue felt that Luo Yin was not as far away as usual at this time, she always said that she and Shisan were one person, Wuxue gradually believed in this fact in the story, an angel on one side and a devil on the other, the angel walks on the road of the devil , the devil sticks to the angel's innocence, two different faces, complementing each other.

"So, are you going to wake up Shisan now?" Wu Xue said, with mixed feelings in her heart. Although she didn't like Luo Yin, these stories

She is also a person of flesh and blood.

"Yes." Luo Yin nodded solemnly: "Not only is your Luo Shisan, but also the No. 13 of the Young Eagles."

Wuxue clenched her hands slightly, she didn't expect Luo Yin to agree so readily, and yes, this was the duke's plan from the beginning.

"You...what do you need me to do?" Wuxue didn't know why, and felt that Luo Yin and Shisan only had dialogue in the world.

The light in Luo Yin's eyes immediately dimmed, and her fingers stroked the rim of the wine glass. I have to mention that this lonely king reveals the aura of nobility all the time. Luo Yin put his hand in the inner pocket of his clothes again, When she took out her hand again, she was already holding a delicate knife.

"Kill me." Luo Yin stretched out his hand and handed the knife to Wuxue.

"You... what did you say?" Wuxue couldn't believe it.

"Kill me, stab this knife into my chest." Looking at the terrified Wuxue, Luo Yin laughed again: "Have you forgotten? I can't die."

It was only then that Wuxue remembered the power Hua had bestowed on Luo Yin, but Wei Wei took the knife tremblingly.

Luo Yin simply took off the straight clothes, and she exposed her chest, exposing her snow-white skin in front of Wuxue. This is the body that Wuxue is most familiar with, and she used to lie on that soft chest every night. Enter a peaceful dream.

"Come in, Su Wuxue." Luo Yin said, her evidence cannot be questioned.

Wuxue looked at Dao with a still hesitant expression, and then looked up at Luo Yin, but the other side was determined.

"Come on, call back your Luo Shisan." Luo Yin was as confident as ever, and she smiled with the corners of her mouth raised.

Countless people died under Wuxue's hands. Her familiarity with knives is far more experienced than speaking, but now she is still unable to do so.

"Su Wuxue, why are you still hesitating?" Luo Yin said, "Didn't you always want to drive me away? Didn't you always want her to come back? Why are you so hesitant when the opportunity is right in front of you."

Wuxue looked at the finely crafted dagger, her brows were already squeezed into a Sichuan character, and she asked Luo Yin again: "Is there no other way?"

"No." Luo Yin replied: "Let's do it. Come, your thirteenth is waiting for you, and our future is waiting for you."

Wuxue walked up to Luo Yin, and she pointed the knife at Luo Yin's chest tremblingly. In her heart, there might be room for turning around, or there might be other ways.

Wuxue's hesitation was only exchanged for Luo Yin's initiative. She just felt that Luo Yin grabbed her hand. Before Wuxue recovered, she watched the knife stab into Luo Yin's chest, and followed the knife. The moment the sharp point pierced the skin, bright red blood flowed down the knife edge.

Wuxue's spirit seemed to be stretched into a string, she could fully imagine how terrified her expression was, but Luo Yin in front of her was as calm as the water of Lake Baikal, without any waves.

"Wuxue, my little girl... goodbye."

……

Luo Shisan only felt a pain in front of her chest, her eyelids suddenly opened, the room seemed to become abnormally huge, but everything returned to normal in an instant, and everything in front of her was so familiar, the screen painted with bamboo, the mahogany chairs, warm and smooth floor.

"Where is this place?" Luo Shisan felt that this place was unfamiliar, but it seemed that the positions of all the objects were so familiar.

"Your home." Luo Yin propped up the desk with a wine glass.

"No, my home is in the Red Iron Wasteland...it's a garbage dump, but it's not that high-end." Luo Shisan said, but still looked at everything in the room curiously.

"Are you sure?" Luo Yin walked to Luo Shisan, handed the wine glass to Luo Shisan's hand: "Taste this wine."

Luo Shisan, who took the wine glass, was a little dazed. She put the wine glass under her nose, sniffed it, and took another sip carefully. Suddenly, a name popped up in her mind.

"The Macallan 60 years."

"It seems that the smell in the garbage dump has not eroded your taste buds." Luo Yin smiled with satisfaction, and said to Luo Shisan: "By the way, pass me a tissue."

"Don't order me around." Luo Shisan was very dissatisfied, obviously a person who occupied his body.But Shisan still instinctively took out a box of tissues from the cabinet behind him.

Throwing the paper towel to Luo Yin, Luo Shisan felt a little weird, she asked Luo Yin, "Why do I know the paper is here?"

"I told you, this is your home." Luo Yin took it for granted.

"How is this possible?" Luo Shisan wanted to get rid of this guy who often appeared in her dreams, she turned and walked towards the other side of the room, a huge oil painting appeared in front of her eyes, it was her eleven and two Looks like a young man, a little thin, but gorgeously dressed, the back of the oil painting is exactly this room.

All this made Luo Shisan somewhat doubtful, feeling empty in his heart, as if he had no idea.

"At 12 years old, you are already a decent girl." Luo Yin pointed to the protagonist of the oil painting and said, but she immediately changed her words: "No, it should be us at 12 years old."

"..." Luo Shisan walked under the oil painting, and the picture on the oil painting began to change constantly. She watched herself gradually grow from a child to a young girl, and her clothes were constantly changing, from simple to gorgeous, and finally The oil painting turned into a mirror, reflecting her in it.

"Do you remember? NO.13?" Suddenly, the self in the mirror asked.

"NO.13?" Luo Shisan repeated, but she immediately denied herself: "I am Luo Shisan, not NO.13."

"Don't lie to yourself, NO.13." Luo Yin stretched out her hand from the mirror, and she lifted Luo Shisan's skirt.

Thirteen panicked and wanted to escape, but the opponent's power was too strong, and she was directly drawn into the world in the mirror.Luo Shisan only felt that she was stumbled and groggy. She fixed her eyes and looked around again. She was pulled into a classroom, and everyone in the classroom was taking notes seriously.

Luo Yin was sitting in the first row, she turned the pen in her hand, and asked Luo Shisan: "In order to make his subjects unite and have one heart and one mind, the monarch should not mind the bad name of cruelty... ...where did this come from?"

"Jun... On the Monarch No. 17." Luo Yin replied, and with this reply, the contents of the entire book gradually emerged in her mind.Followed by those scenes in the classroom, she seemed to sit back in her seat for a moment, and she looked at the students on the left and right, all of which were familiar faces.

"No. [-], this guy beat you before." Luo Yin appeared on the podium at some point, and she pointed Jiang Shan immediately.

"Remember NO.18?" Luo Yin said, "You eliminated him first."

"Ah! There is also NO.15, who is really close to you."

In fact, there is no need for Luo Yin to say more, the memories of Luo Shisan have been surging in her mind like a spring, every face, every collision with those faces, all the pictures gradually become clear from blur.

"Stop talking!" Luo Shisan roared, and the world seemed to quiet down because of this. The classroom disappeared, and the sand was blown up by the wind. Luo Shisan could clearly feel the wind and sand across his face.

Luo Shisantai was holding a knife in her hand at this time, she had never been so afraid before, she wanted to throw the knife away, but she couldn't let go of that hand no matter what.

"I don't want to kill people." Luo Shisan said.

"This is a fate you can't escape." Luo Shisan clearly felt that the person who spoke was himself.

"This is your destiny!" NO.13 said: "I have already given this body to you."

"Then you also give Wuxue to me?" Luo Yin said.

"Wuxue..." NO.13 was stunned, and the girl on the Red Iron Plain appeared in her mind. They had walked together for a long time and far away, and they once hugged and loved each other tightly.

"No.13, we need you. The Lingyun Realm you swore to protect needs you. Of course, your Wuxue needs you even more..." Luo Yin raised the hands belonging to the two, and in his hand was holding a bright The knife, which was the honor bestowed upon her by the previous duke.

"Now, cut off the head of your enemy, in exchange for your world and your lover."

Luo 13 felt that everything in front of her eyes was blood red, and a head rolled to her feet, which was her own face.

"NO.13, welcome back."

……

"Luo Yin...Luo Yin...you come back, Luo Yin!" Luo Shisan opened his eyes again, and it was still the same room in front of him. Everything was the same as when she came here.

"Thirteen?" Wuxue looked at the person who woke up suddenly.

"Wuxue." Luo Shisan looked at the person in front of her, wondering if this was another dream, she suddenly stood up from her chair: "Wuxue, is that you? Am I still dreaming?"

Wuxue was also a little hesitant, with such sharp eyes, she even wondered if it was another prank by Luo Yin, and suddenly she pulled out the knife on Luo Shisan's chest.

"It hurts!" Luo Shisan squatted on the ground and covered his chest: "Ah...it hurts to death!!! I really didn't dream!"

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