I make vases in horror world [Quick Transmigration]

For Qi Ling, I have never seen him but only heard his name.

However, when I actually saw him, I regretted that I didn't know him so late.

I don't care about his reputation, I just want him whole.

The first moment I heard his name, everyone around me scolded him, scolded him for being superficial, scolded him for being domineering, and despised him for liking men.

Everyone is contemptuously and sympathetically commenting on him with a superior attitude, belittling him to nothing, as if this is the only way to bring out their nobility.

Regardless of whether it was a nobleman or a commoner, they all regarded this man's deeds as a joke, and wantonly expressed their amusing views.

I looked at everything coldly and didn't say a word.

These people were quickly slapped in the face.

I used such vulgar words to insult him before, and now how madly I lift him into the clouds, and love him like a god, I looked at them, obsessively and morbidly following this person they had dismissed before, and felt It's funny.

For the first time, I became curious about this person.

Staying in the dark tomb, my memory faded little by little, and I almost couldn't even remember who I was, but I still ordered myself to remember this person, thinking about him all the time.

When I wanted to meet him for the first time.

When my class teacher returned to the court, I happened to meet him who was sent by the emperor to perform a mission.

In the bustling crowd, he looked around indifferently.

The people around were trying to attract his attention intentionally or unintentionally, but he still stood there with no expression on his face. He didn't know if he really didn't notice it or didn't care at all.

For the first time, I understood why those people were so obsessed with him.

Because he is out of tune with the whole world.

He is as cold as an iceberg snow lotus blooming on a high mountain, you can only stand at the foot of the mountain and watch him from a distance, even if you spend all your energy, climb up the snow-covered high mountain and stand in front of him.

You can still only find, sadly and excitedly, that you can't conquer him at all.

All fantasies about him are just blasphemy.

and then?

I seem to remember his smile.

On one street, he asked all his attendants to leave, and walked alone in the bustling street, and then met a dirty little boy.

The little boy said that he hated the world and hated losing his parents.

I have heard this kind of words full of resentment and jealousy countless times. There are countless miserable people in this world. They hate this world and want to disguise themselves with a fierce appearance, but what's the use?

They are too weak and helpless.

I watched all this with cold eyes, fully expecting that person would pass by this person who does not belong to his world as coldly as usual.

However, I saw the man squatting in front of the boy, took his hand, and smiled softly at him.

I can't put into words that laugh.

I felt that his smile not only dazzled the boy, but also warmed my heart.

It's not as hot as the scorching sun, nor as cold as the shining moon, it's just right, through the thick shell, it penetrates into the softest part of my heart.

This is the first time I have seen other expressions on his face after following him for so long.

What else?

I'm desperately trying to hold on to my memory.

But it still doesn't work.

After the evil entered the body, those things wreaked havoc on the body day and night. I loathed them and even wanted to die with them.

It's not because of the unbearable pain that ordinary people can't bear, but because they are slowly wearing away my memory. Every day, I will go to the ice coffin, trace his facial features carefully, and search for pictures of him in my mind.

But it's just...in vain.

It seems to have a blood red picture.

Well...just something that doesn't matter.

I came to his ice coffin again, and saw this vague figure in my mind. He was lying quietly inside, still with a young face, as if he had just fallen into a long deep sleep.

I looked at him and knew that no matter how much I called his name, there was no way to wake him up from his sleep.

Does he dream of me in his sleep?

no...no...

He is dead.

When I realized this again, I felt like I was going crazy.

However, I seem to have gone crazy once.

Why?

Because he became my grave object.

The emperor was afraid of the military power I had in my hands, and reached an agreement with the national division. He fed me poisoned wine unintentionally, and imprisoned me in this dark cemetery.

They decorate this place magnificently to cover up their hidden viciousness and maintain their own kindness.

And...Qi Ling...

Being promoted to the god position and deeply loved by everyone, he undoubtedly violated the authority of the national teacher. The national teacher was jealous that he had become the belief of the whole country, so he found a reason and made a deal with the hypocritical emperor to get rid of his body. For those of us who are in serious trouble.

us……

What a sweet word.

Then again?

Oh, while I lost some memories, I also recovered some memories that did not belong to this world.

This memory brought me back from madness to sanity.

I... don't know if it's me or not.

And Qi Ling's name in that world was Qi An.

In that world, he was not born with a cold personality, but... little by little...

My heart hurts like it's being squeezed.

I don't know if it's because of his experience, or there is no me in that world, the real me.

I saw him lying there coldly, and I was going crazy again.

But I told myself, it can't be like this.

He will come back.

Yes... I will wait for him to come back.

Before I do that, though, I'm going to make sure I can survive the moment he returns.

I want to see him again.

So, my consciousness sneaked into all the ghosts in the tomb, and let my body fall into a deep sleep to suppress those evil spirits.

This is really a good way, I can retain some of the remaining memories, and it can also prevent my body and consciousness from breaking down so quickly.

I separated my consciousness from my body bit by bit. This feeling should have been painful, but I felt a faint excitement.

As long as he comes to this tomb, I can detect him immediately.

Because I... am everywhere in this tomb.

I can peek at my treasures in the dark with countless pairs of eyes.

See every aspect of him.

he came.

I waited for him.

His name was the same as that in that world, Qi An, and he returned to this cemetery with a group of people who were an eyesore.

But it was different from before, not that kind of noble and cold.

But soft and weak.

Although I know that his essence is still as indifferent as usual, but this appearance is really cute.It was so soft that I couldn't help but want to protect him, and I wanted to see him look at me with a little doubt in those eyes.

He may have forgotten me, but as long as I remember him.

However, at that moment, I was a little conflicted.

I don't know whether I like the cold and arrogant him in my memory or the cute him now.

It was him after all.

I tell myself so.

Suddenly feeling a little sad.

Because I don't live long.

He came to this cemetery and searched for my treasure with his companions.

I have found my treasure.

But also lost him soon.

Fortunately, I saw him again.