I'm sorry, the king of the mainnet, I shouldn't complain about you

The soft gauze floated up with the breeze, and the oppressive atmosphere spread in the quiet hall. The young man was lying on the bedside, with his back to everyone present, and the long bangs on his forehead covered the bruises on his face. If it weren't for his slightly trembling shoulders, it would be impossible to tell that he was sad.

Lying on the bed was a corpse soaked in blood and pool water. The corpse was a young girl (?), with shoulder-length black hair, fair skin that glowed with lifelessness, and pale lips...all of which indicated that she was dead. Hard facts.

Lying on the bed was a cold corpse, she was dead, she was no longer a alive and kicking person.

Thinking of this, the tears in the youth's eye sockets that had been retracted with great difficulty fell down again.

Drop by drop fell on the snow-white quilt, rendering tiny transparent flowers.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew in from outside the hall. The wind was not very strong, but it was strangely cool.

In this sweltering season, there shouldn't be such a cool wind.

At the same time, the corpse lying on the bed moved, yes, she moved under the eyes of the youth and the priestess.The quiet heart in her chest came alive again, her eyes that should have been closed opened quickly, she woke up from the dead, she blinked her eyes, stared at the ceiling for about two or three seconds, and then slowly sat up from the bed.

After sitting up straight, with her hands on her thighs, she turned her head to look at the young man with his mouth wide open and disbelief in his eyes, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of fine white teeth. "Senior, your junior, I have climbed back from the road of Wangchuan, how is it? Are you happy?"

There was a breath of life in her dark eyes, she really came back to life, and the dead came back to life, what a miracle is this?It was the first time that Priestess stepped forward so impolitely, came to the head of the bed, reached out and touched her face.When I touched it just now, the still stiff and cold skin became soft, and the hand was withdrawn like an electric shock. Priestess looked at her in surprise, and finally said: "You...you really alive?"

"Of course I'm alive. Who made the senior cry so sadly? If I don't come back, wouldn't it be a disappointment to the senior's love for me?" Ignoring the priestess' hand touching her face, her black pupils turned to the young man. His light purple pupils blinked playfully.

"Sakuragi?" After a long time, the young man made a sound. "Sakuragi??"

"Hey, senior, isn't your junior girl Sakuragi, is it a ghost? Come on, wake up, don't be stupid." Reach out and cover the young man's hand on the edge of the bed. His wide-open eyes widened even more roundly.The eyes that already occupied most of the face were full of surprise, disbelief and joy, and the tears accumulated in the eye sockets fell again along the traces of the tears that fell before, and fell on the quilt drop by drop.

Staring at the teardrops falling down the young man's cheeks, she raised her hand towards the young man's face, and the cold tears fell on her fingers. Looking at the crystal teardrop on her fingertips, she slightly raised the corner of her mouth, and said, "Muto-kun, you will still be in the future." Find someone to marry, like a big girl, what's there to cry about, I didn't cry, don't cry."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on one side of the young man.

The corner of his mouth twitched fiercely, and the tears in the young man's eyes were completely withdrawn. "Sister, you should wash up and go to sleep. Be careful that the senior finds a soft girl to marry in the future, and won't send you an invitation."

"Puchi——" With a sound, laughter overflowed from the corner of her mouth. She covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha——!! Senior, don't make trouble, your school girl finally went to Wangchuan Lulu, I heard your words as soon as I came back, and I laughed so hard that my stomach hurts. What kind of soft girl, you are obviously softer than younger sisters. Find Shenma Ruanmei, you should find a Chinese paper to digest internally. , Muto-kun~~" The ending sound rose a third degree slightly.

"Laugh at your sister." Standing up, he stretched out his hand and gave her a chestnut directly. The young man really wanted to put the quilt over her head to keep out of sight.

Stretching out his other hand to wipe away the tears on his face, the young man felt that it was a particularly cheating thing for him to be sad for her just now.

Hey, can you reload the file and start again?He wants to clean up the black history, hey!

Covering her head, she tilted her head and looked at the young man with a smirk.

"Hehehe, sorry for making you worry, Muto-kun."

The light purple pupils glanced at her, the young man sighed, and rubbed her head with his hand. "It's good to be alive, don't scare people again next time..." For the young man, as long as she is alive, no matter what reason or reason she is resurrected again, it is not that important anymore.

The reason why life is precious is because it is only once, once lost, it will never come back.

Therefore, her resurrection is a kind of miracle to the youth.

This is a miracle given by God.

"You...should be dead." Priestess can guarantee that she is absolutely not mistaken in her judgment. When she was testing her breathing, Sakuragi Satsuki had already stopped breathing, and even her face and body showed the state of a dead person. , why are you still alive?impossible!

Mahat and Seth looked at each other, also lost in thought.

The punctured chest, even if the Priestess has the art of rejuvenation, it is impossible to revive it. At that time, they did not have much expectations for the Priestess, and the wound, even if it can be cured, is too late.But now, she came back to life, resurrected under the eyes of everyone.

None of the attendants present dared to look up, but they were all in shock.

The resurrection of the dead, what a miracle is this?

The crimson pupils stared directly at her and the young man who were interacting intimately. His icy eyes seemed to penetrate the young man's body, unconsciously making him, who had his back turned to the boy king, feel chills all over his body for an instant.

Turning his head back subconsciously, the young man looked at the Young King, not knowing what to say, and he himself didn't know why the Young King hated him so much, could it be because of his face that looked exactly like him?

It's been a while since they've been together, the number of times the two of them have talked... Fuck, I can count them on ten fingers, but... Sometimes, the young king is quite nice and treats him kindly.But sometimes, it's like a psychotic attack, and the coldness is comparable to ice sculptures.

"Isis."

"exist."

"After cleaning, come to me with Seth."

"Yes." With a slight bow, she replied respectfully.

After finishing speaking, the young king withdrew his gaze from the young man, turned around and left without looking back.

The king left, and Mahat and the other servants hurriedly followed, except Seth.

When the young king left, the young man drooped his shoulders, and seemed a little distressed.

"What a weird little brat." She lowered her voice and muttered in a voice only she could hear.

I used to like Wang Yang when I read comics, but I didn't expect him to be an awkward little devil 3000 years ago!

There is still a big difference between 3000 years ago and 3000 years later, even for a single person.

Hearing her muttering, the young man turned his head, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Actually, he is a gentle person, and he treats me very well."

"..." The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, she really wanted to complain.

Muto-kun, you are a flick M!

"Don't look at me with the expression of 'You are shaking M', I don't have that tendency!" I could tell what she was thinking at a glance, the young man couldn't help but replied, and then he sighed again , raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, and said: "Sakuragi, you should take a good rest first, as for other things, it's not too late to tell me after you have rested."

"Then why not talk about it now? Besides, their boy king seems to want to know what happened." Looking at Isis and Seth standing behind, she reached out and pulled the quilt up. "Well, tell other people to go out, this kind of thing is so unbelievable, it's better not to let so many people know."

The priestess also felt that this matter should not be too publicized, so she and Seth asked all the servants in the hall to retreat.

In an instant, all the people in the hall retreated, except Seth, Isis and the youth who were asked by her to stay.

"Uh... where should I start? Let's start with coming here..." After finding a comfortable position and sitting down, she leaned against the head of the bed and slowly explained the reasons and consequences of coming here. After passing some things that they shouldn't know, after finishing speaking, it took about two or three hours. Seth was sullen from beginning to end, and did not express any opinions. Priestess half-cast her eyes and fell into a There was a short silence, but the young man reacted first, and asked, "According to what you said, the corpse in the pond...is also..."

"The corpse in the pond disappeared out of thin air after you entered the hall, Your Highness." Before the young man could finish speaking, Seth suddenly interjected.

"...What!?" Seth's words really surprised the young man.

On the contrary, she seemed extraordinarily calm.

"Disappeared? I think it must be Xuan who took her away." It wasn't until the moment Jing died that she caught a trace of emotion in Xuan's eyes, which was very shallow but enough.

For Jing, she is not being used for nothing, at least Xuan is not as cold-blooded as imagined.

"God, shouldn't it protect mankind?" Her green eyes, which were as beautiful as spring, were stained with confusion and doubt. She was as smart as her, and perhaps she never thought that God was so stubborn.

"God, there is no concept of time." Looking up at the golden light coming in from the entrance of the temple, a glimmer of light that sees through the world flashed in his dark pupils. "Their time has long been lost in the torrent of history. Do you know? This world has existed for hundreds of millions of years. God is like this, and so is human beings. However, God's time is several times, dozens of times, or even tens of thousands of times longer than that of human beings." Times... Year after year, time flies by, God's blink of an eye is human life, with the passage of time, the advancement of the times, human self-righteousness, self-righteousness, destroying one after another the ancients who loved them and blessed them Gods... So, it is understandable that the remaining gods treat human beings as toys and pawns. When they figure it out, they don't have so much resentment and hatred in their hearts... Gods are born in people's hearts and die in people's hearts. Gods In fact, they are more pitiful than humans. They have no right to choose their own destiny than humans. From the moment they were born, they knew what they were going to do and what they had to do. Once they left their original destiny, what awaited them... It's destruction..."

These words were too heavy, and when she said this, she couldn't help but sighed.

Looking back, she raised her hand to scratch her hair, and suddenly said something.

"Muto-kun, after recuperating here, I will go back to the original era."

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