Little Slag Rebirth

The ghost soldiers are overwhelming, and the gates of the imperial city are full of undead from the Southern Sea. They did not force their way in, as if they were waiting quietly.

The huge city gate opened slowly, making a thick and difficult sound. A young man dressed in black appeared in the gradually widening gap of the gate. He wore a forehead crown that belonged exclusively to the king, revealing the black mark between his brows. The black silk and satin drew a secret and soft streamer, which gradually faded away one by one.

The wide sleeves of the robe were raised, and the young man showed his thin-boned palm and signaled to a ghost soldier, "Take me to see him."

The ghost soldier's dark eyes looked at the young man for a while, they passed through the mighty army of ghost soldiers, and the place they passed separated a clear road, leading to the man.

There was an invisible army of ghost soldiers behind the young man. For a moment, their expressions were so similar—the same coldness, the same emptiness.

The young man's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were still obviously black and blue. He smiled and asked the young man opposite: "Have you avenged yourself?"

The young man looked at him quietly, and replied: "No, the Beili clan has not disappeared completely."

The young man closed his eyes and repeated the young man's words in a murmur, "Hasn't it completely...disappeared..."

"Is this something you have to do? You said that at that time." The boy opened his eyes again and asked.

"Yes."

"Then do you remember? I said at that time that Bei Lixi also has responsibilities that he must shoulder. I also said," the boy's eyes were calm, like a frozen river in deep winter, "I want to I killed you with my own hands."

"……I remember."

The right hand covered in the wide sleeve robe was raised, and a cold dagger was tightly held by the slender palm.

"You think a dagger can kill me?"

There was a hint of helplessness on the young man's face. If he ignored the dagger, the young man's expression would be very similar to when they first met.

The young man remained silent, and quickly slashed across his wrist with his backhand, only to see the cold light gently kissing the white wrist bone, and then a dark red liquid flowed out, and the blood dripped down to form a red line, winding on the ground, as if alive Glowing.

The moment the blood flowed out, the young man's pupils suddenly constricted. He stepped forward and clenched the young man's injured wrist, trying to suppress the continuously gushing liquid, but blood still gushed out from between his fingers, soaking his body. the whole arm.

"Are you crazy?!"

The young man looked at the wound on his wrist, and the corner of his mouth curled into a slight arc. Fang Xi's expression froze when he saw it, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that the place stained with blood could no longer move. Gradually spread to the whole body, he stopped struggling, the corners of his mouth seemed to curl up, but it didn't work.

"It really... makes me admire, Bei Lixi."

The boy put the dagger in his mouth and cut his own right wrist.The blood-stained dagger fell to the ground, and the red liquid formed a thread, winding like a blood-colored spider web, covering the young man's slender and white arms and palms. He used this arm to gently hug the immobile young man, He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bei Lizhi is my elder sister, my own elder sister." Seeing the young man's expression not moving, the young man stared into his eyes and continued: "Fang Xi, we are twins."

The young man's eyes trembled slightly, "How is it possible..."

"We are the first pair of twins in the royal family in a hundred years, and we will also be the last." The boy narrowed his amber eyes, making him look like a weak cat. "Do you believe in fate, Fang Xi?"

"No." The young man answered simply.

"Oh, I didn't believe it before. A hundred years ago, a pair of twins came out of the four countries, who possessed the blood of those two countries. Then, those two countries were destroyed-the twins came down at the command of God, that was their mission," Coldness and anger flashed in the boy's eyes, "This is the mission given to them by those gods."

"No, I don't believe it. The destruction of those two countries was obviously caused by Bei Li." The young man's eyes were as sharp as a blade, and the smile on his mouth was mocking, "Are you going to say that the destruction of Nanming was also caused by the twins? ?"

The young man shook his head, his lips parted and closed feebly, "No, Bei Li was indeed responsible for the extermination of the Nanming family." The long black eyelashes were half closed, and there was a faint stream of light passing through the gap like a startled bird, as if sad .

"...Do you want me to believe you in this way? Stop joking, and how do you know these things?!" The young man sneered, "Bei Lixi, your ability to make up stories is really bad."

The boy seemed to have no strength, and his voice became softer, "Don't you understand?"

The young man suddenly frowned, "Didn't you keep saying that you were going to kill me? Why is it you who are dying now?"

The young man looked up at him with a pale face, with deep sorrow and sigh in his eyes, "In this case, let's do it again."

Ignoring the young man's frowning brows, the young man tried his best to stand up straight, his body still shaking slightly, his hands drew complicated tracks in the air, the blood flowing from his wrists was like ink, leaving traces obediently with the movements of his fingertips , "Fang Xi, I actually found a way to replace offering sacrifices to heaven, and, once and for all."

The young man drew very quickly, as if he had done it thousands of times, "The pair of twins a hundred years ago should have been ordered by the gods to destroy the two countries. The next one should be Bei Li, but he didn't want Bei Li to change his fate and cut off Nan Li. Ming is angry, so the fortune has changed here."

"This time, the gods who choose the twins cannot intervene." The young man paused, his voice was as soft as a sigh, "Destruction and rebirth..."

"For a long time, the gods have used the hands of the sons of gods to fiddle with the fate of the mainland at will. After all, the royal families of the four countries that have been pushed to the altar are nothing more than advanced puppets."

"Fang Xi, the real world shouldn't be like this. They are randomly placed like chess pieces in someone else's hands, without freedom and choice."

The young man felt that something in his body was agitating to come out, and he couldn't help asking, "What are you going to do?"

"Pull out your strength." The young man glanced at him, "The strength in your body was restored because of your sister. In the final analysis, it is still your sister's."

"I need her power. Only the combined power of the twins can cut off the connection between this world and the other side."

"The 'over there' you mentioned can't be..." Fang Xi felt that the boy was crazy.

But the boy nodded, "The world of the gods."

The totem under his finger was finally painted, and a grand golden red light burst out in an instant, reflecting the whole world into the color of sunset.

The young man stared at the young man's blushing face in the light curtain, and tightly pursed the corners of his lips, "Aren't you going to kill me? Why don't you do it, just draw out my strength?!"

The boy stood in the golden-red light, his smile seemed a bit illusory and bitter, "Fang Xi, don't do this."

"I'm dead, a long time ago, you know."

The young man stretched out his hand to cover the young man's angry and anxious eyes. The warm blood stained his skin, which felt so real, "How can the twins descended at the command of the gods survive in a world without the power of gods?"

"The moment the old world collapsed, I left with it."

The blood on the young man's hand flowed down the young man's cheeks, like tears of blood, the young man raised his eyebrows, but it seemed to be crying, and he murmured over and over again: "Don't you want to kill me..."

The young man sighed softly, "Stop dreaming persistently, this is not the place you should come to. That Fangxi died in the torrent of time with me and this ancient world a long time ago."

"You are not Fang Xi." He said slowly in the young man's ear, "You are not him, your world is over there."

"No, come again."

The golden-red light gradually dimmed, and the teenagers and youths, together with the whole world, disappeared into the darkness.

Silent, thick black.

Suddenly, a little light appeared in the boundless darkness, gradually expanded like a spark, and turned into bright sunlight when it was connected into pieces.

Like an ordinary afternoon, two people were sitting under a peach tree in full bloom.

"Sir, did you have that dream again last night?" It was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy who spoke, and he looked at the expression of the young man opposite and asked clearly.

The young man has gentle eyebrows and eyes. He thought for a while and replied, "It seems that it is a little different from the previous one."

"Eh? It's different, sir. How many years have you had this dream, and it has never changed. What's different this time?"

"I do not remember."

"..." The boy looked very speechless, staring at the young man resentfully.

"Come on, Xiao Wu, come back with me, don't bother Mr. here." A woman came in from outside the courtyard, held the boy's hand, and smiled apologetically at the young man.

The young man shook his head to express his indifference, and watched them drift away along the river in front of the house.

"Mr. said he had a different dream today."

"Listen to your master telling you a story again? Don't listen to those unreliable people all day long, what kind of son of God, south and north, how can there be such things!"

"I think what Mr. said is very interesting. Also, why can't it be true? What if it happened a long, long time ago?"

"Go back and write in big characters, and let your father beat you again."

……

The young man looked at the clear river for a while, then turned around and opened the door to walk in.

There was a big window in the room, facing the peach tree and the small river not far away.

The young man went to the table by the window, laid out a piece of rice paper, rubbed the ink, dipped it in, and hung the pen over the snow-white patch, but did not write for a long time.

There was a little confusion and loss on his face, "I still...can't remember who you are..."

Suddenly, the wind whizzed in from the window, and immediately rolled up a stack of rice paper on the table. The white sheets on the table were filled with pink peach petals, dancing in the wind, making a "swish, swish" sound.

Amidst the whistling wind, which boy said slowly in a clear voice——

"I will give you a world without the Son of God, without Beili, without Nanming, without the Four Kingdoms, and without those genocide and revenge."

"You can live the life you like, simple, peaceful, with trees, rivers, and wooden houses."

"Fang Xi is dead, you are just yourself."

"This is your world, don't look back for it."

I don't know when the faint tone of the lyre sounded, and there seemed to be a vague and lingering melancholy floating in the air along with the melody, and a clear male voice sang softly——

"You are young and handsome

My green robe and long sword roam the world"

——"Watching the theater, come and help!"

——"There are so many people watching the theater here, why do you ask me for help?"

"At that time, I was proud and raised my eyebrows

Hand in hand to hit the horse and step on the bridge

The month was just right"

—— "Fang Xi, don't you like the life in the Jianghu? Then what kind of life do you want?"

——"A garden, a hut, there is a river in front of the window, and there are trees beside the river. In summer, you can enjoy the shade under the tree. In autumn, you can eat the fruits it bears. In winter, you can sit around the stove to read books and paintings. In spring, you can guard the ice on the river. Thaw out little by little, and watch the earth gradually turn green..."

--"……that's all?"

--"that's all."

"The scorching wine pours itself up to the sky

I thought there was a lot of grievances"

——"You...why didn't you kill me? I can too, why didn't you smoke me?"

——"You and her are the same. So, it doesn't matter."

"Wait until the sword is drawn

Yesterday was a laugh"

——"I'm already dead, I died a long time ago, you know."

The wind breathes, the paper rests, and the peach blossoms fall.

A drop of liquid suddenly slipped and fell onto the white rice paper, splashing fine waves.

Then, smudge it on the paper, colorless.

The drop of colorless imprint on the rice paper suddenly smudged again like thick ink meeting water, blurring the whole picture into one piece.

What was finally revealed was the corners of the young man's tightly pursed lips and the water marks on his cheeks, "So, you still owe me a bowl of tea..."

Faint ink blots roam freely on the blurred background, gradually outlining the shape of the two characters.

"Look at the situation lightly and feel at ease

always a vain

Wake up

Everything fades"

- delusion

The sound stopped, the music disappeared, and finally even the two words disappeared, leaving only an empty darkness.