God forbids me to fall in love

"Let's go back."

Wei Wei's eyes moved, he held Moen's shoulders, and turned slightly to block the wind.

Wei meant that it was cold in the corridor, but Moen hadn't said what he wanted to say, so he raised his hand to stop him, stared at Wei solemnly, and let out a deep breath.

"I...I still have something to tell you." Moen didn't look at Wei's reaction after saying this.

His courage is always only half, which can support the beginning of his confession, but it is not enough to last the whole process.

He looked down at his toes and opened his mouth: "I, I like..."

"You two! You don't want to go to bed so late, don't you want to live? The precious rest time is not for you to chat!"

An inspecting professor at the entrance of the corridor walked over fiercely holding a candlestick in one hand and a teaching stick in the other.

He raised his arm and pointed at the two of Moen, and said angrily, "You don't know how to cherish the preparation time that the school has bought. Could it be that you want to go to the battlefield immediately to be comfortable?!"

Moen complained incessantly, he apologized to the professor with an apologetic face, and returned to the dormitory with Wei escaped.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Neil hugging the quilt and staring at them with big eyes.

The three pairs of eyes closed, Neil silently stretched out his hands and patted his ears, and said sleepily: "Which professor, the voice is really loud..."

After speaking, he yawned.

"Sorry sorry, blame me."

Moen responded awkwardly with a breathy voice.

It's all his fault that he wanted to find someone to "talk about life" at night, which attracted the attention of the professor. I'm afraid that the surrounding dormitories were disturbed by the commotion just now.

He is truly a sinner.

Neil fell back again, and Moen was about to explain to Wei Zhihui what he hadn't finished talking earlier, when he saw that the other party was lying on the bed and closed his eyes.

Could it be that Weiben was already very tired, and his behavior of asking someone out on a whim just now disturbed the other party's rest?

Moen felt a little ashamed and a little lonely.

He shook his head, climbed onto the bed himself, watched the moon outside the window quietly for a while, and gradually fell asleep amidst the mess of thoughts.

It's a pity that he didn't have the chance to witness the magnificent sight of thousands of black streamers pouring into this narrow room from every corner of the continent through the windows.

However, even if Moen was awake, he would also be invisible.

This is not something that humans can see.

Streams of light pierced the body of the black-haired young man lying on the bed next to the door like a sword.

The arrow of light sank into it and disappeared into it.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, witnessing his body devouring all the arrows of light.

There are some strange brilliance in his eyes, like bright red ribbons, trying to cover the ink pool and dye it scarlet.

But in the end, the hopeless black drowned the red.

The young man closed his eyes again.

……

When the first ray of sunlight hit his eyelids in the morning, Moen turned over and got up from the bed full of thoughts.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to subconsciously look at Wei's bed. Seeing that he was still sleeping peacefully on the bed, he pursed his lips, left the dormitory lightly, and walked towards the sink.

The sun rose from the west today, and Neil, who used to love to stay in bed, woke up very early, and he had already warmed up by the sink.

"Hey, Moen, here you come."

While doing push-ups, he handsomely raised one hand and waved at Moen, "I have some shocking news for you."

"what?"

Will there be any greater news than going to the battlefield tomorrow?

"Huh..." Neil got up from the ground, hurried over and turned on the faucet, and said casually while washing his hands, "It's time to dedicate our remaining value. Seri told me that today the school arranged a marriage About the matter, I will probably come to formally call someone in a while..."

"One day?!" Moen frowned and questioned.

"That's right, for one day, you're only worthy of not being married." Neil's expression was also a little weird. It couldn't be said that he was excited or excited, but on the contrary, he had a faint disdain.

"...Don't be funny." Moen didn't want to believe it, he only felt disgusted when he heard the news.

Neil raised the corner of his mouth and smiled without saying anything.

Moen walked towards the dormitory sullenly after washing, preparing to take care of his long sword on the last day.

It's getting late now, who knows that Wei hasn't woken up yet, this isn't like his previous style.

Moen approached Wei's bed hesitantly, looked at him quietly, and raised his hand to touch Wei's forehead, which was normal temperature.

No signs of illness, maybe just tired.

He stepped back quietly, breathing lightly and trying not to disturb the other party.

But the quietness he kept carefully was broken by the whistle outside the door.

"Everyone, come out immediately! Gather in the air corridor!" Another professor's loud voice sounded.

A bad premonition immediately rose in Moen's heart. What Neil said in the morning echoed in his mind. His feet were completely nailed to the floor of the bedroom, and he couldn't move a step away.

Maybe they're just overthinking it?

Moen secretly relaxed his tense nerves, and pushed Wei who was still sleeping.

"Wei, wake up! We're assembled..."

He leaned close to the other party's ear and shouted twice, but Wei didn't respond at all.

Moen gradually became a little flustered. He checked the other person's body temperature and heartbeat, and everything was as usual, but why Wei fell into a deep sleep and couldn't wake up?

He hurriedly stood up, ready to go to the doctor on duty to take a look, but just as he opened the door, he bumped into someone.

Moen took half a step back, lowered his head and apologized to the professor, and was about to rush out without stopping.

But the professor grabbed his arm: "Where are you going! The air corridor is on the right!"

"Professor, my roommate is sick and I..."

"Okay, the sixth one is sick." The professor waved his hand impatiently, "It's not a bad thing, why are you all so resistant?! The taste, I'm afraid you won't leave after tasting it Well. This is an order, and all members must participate."

Moen was neither mentally impaired nor a three-year-old child, so of course he immediately realized what Neil said was true.

The school will take them to "only worthy of marriage", so as to leave blood and nurture the future of mankind.

He resisted so much that he was going crazy, and he couldn't control his disgusted expression at all.

If it is normal, he is actually not so rebellious. He clearly knows that he was born to serve the mainland, and he will eventually die step by step on the battlefield of humans and demons. The seeds of human civilization, just like all the warriors who have "dedicated" in this way before.

But when he clearly realizes that he has someone he likes, and he clearly knows that that is what people who love each other should do, how can he separate his soul from his body?

The soldiers are "paying", and the women are also "giving". Everyone is a living person, but they have to make concessions for the future human beings that have not yet existed in the world.

How sad are people today?

What is the end point of this kind of promotional means implemented for the continuation of civilization?

Moen tried to shake off the professor's hand. He had a thousand words to say, but now, he wanted to call the doctor for Wei, who was in poor condition.

"Hey, you guys don't know what to do. It's something to do for fun. Stop!" The professor rudely stopped him, raised his hand and was about to say something, but looked at Moen Behind him, a terrified expression gradually appeared.

Moen also felt that something was wrong. He tried to take a step forward, but his body seemed to be stuck in place. Not only that, he suddenly couldn't even move a finger, only his eyes could blink in a panic.

The sky darkened in an instant.

The surroundings are completely silent, as if they have fallen into a strange space of another world.

Only the professor crawled on the ground, wailing silently and shaking his head back.

A person was entangled with Moen.

The man put his arms around his waist, stretched up from his waist and clasped his shoulders, stroked his neck and chin, and put his hand back around his waist again, tightening it so tightly that he could hardly breathe gas.

Moen seemed to be haunted by an octopus.

The whole body fits together and is intimate.

The man dropped his head on his shoulder and murmured into his ear: "I have granted your wish, how can you leave me?"

Moen's heartbeat was completely out of control, and he was afraid that he would faint in the next second.

Who does this voice belong to? How could he not hear it? !

Wei tightened his grip on him again, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

The cold touch covered the eyes, and Moen finally saw a few groups of black things rushing on the ground, galloping towards the direction of the professor.

It's a pity that he can't hear anything, and he can't move.

In other words, this is not a pity, but a kind of luck.

The last thing I felt was Wei's gentle embrace, and then the world spun and everything turned into darkness.

Moen had a dream in his chaotic consciousness.

In the dream, a tall and narrow cylindrical black tower appeared, towering into the sky, making people feel frightened when looking at it.

In addition to this tower, there are countless towers that lean or collapse, and then there are thorns and swamps everywhere, which is a place of death that symbolizes destruction and decay.

In the dream, Moen held the long sword used by Master McKinn, overcame thorns and thorns, and leaped over the mud.

Exhausted, he walked into the tower, looked up at the endless spiral steps, gritted his teeth and walked up with his sword.

It was pitch black everywhere, only a gleam of light from his heart illuminated the road ahead.

Step by step, he climbed up against the wet and cold wall tiles, and finally reached the highest point.

The entrance is a black iron door, thick and hard.

He stood still in front of the door, flapping excitedly, still shouting someone's name.

But Moen couldn't hear whose name he was calling in his dream.

He was vaguely aware that he was dreaming, and that he had had this dream.

Then the dream stopped here, and this time

The iron gate opened.

In the dream, Moen stood outside the door, staring blankly at the people in the room, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

As soon as the screen turned, the angle of view fell inside the door.

The person inside stood facing the window, leaving only a back view. His dark brown hair fluttered with the wind above the sky, and the knight outfit on his body was still clean and brand new.

There was a long sword lying at his feet, and some black liquid was stained on the long sword.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around, revealing that familiar face with a gentle smile on it.

That face, Moen would see every time he faced the mirror.

"Moen..."

Moen outside the door murmured.

original……

The one he needed to rescue, the one imprisoned in the tower, was himself.

The author has something to say: Xiaohei (high) house (tower) play

Disclaimer: W Demon's actions under the influence of the abyss have nothing to do with the author's own three views (dog head saves his life)