God forbids me to fall in love

……

Moen returned to his room just in time.

As soon as he climbed onto the bed with his front feet and pretended to be in a deep sleep, Wei opened the door with his back feet and walked in.

Moen's breathing couldn't become calm immediately, so he hurriedly sat up, as if he had just woken up.

He may not be a qualified actor, because his appearance is obviously flustered.

He lowered his head not to look at Wei, but Wei stood still in front of him.

The atmosphere became strangely awkward, and Moen squeezed the corner of the quilt calmly, and suddenly raised his head and handed him a smiling face: "... are you back? Why did it take so long?"

Wei didn't seem to expect that he would say these words. After being stunned for two seconds, he smiled slowly. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally closed it without uttering a word.

"Why don't you talk? Are you still angry with me?" Moen got down from the bed as if nothing had happened, slowly picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip to suppress the inexplicable choke in his throat.

"No." Wei shook his head and asked back, "Why is your face so pale?"

His tone seemed concerned, but there was something else in it.

This thick, complicated, and indescribable emotion wrapped in a cold wind soaked Moen's heart in salt water.

"Maybe I didn't sleep well just now and had a nightmare." He responded in a low voice.

After this simple conversation ended, the two returned to silence.

The airflow in the room seemed to have stopped, and it was so quiet that one could even hear Moen's heartbeat, which was a little abnormally fast.

Wei kept his gaze fixed on Moen, and just when the one being looked at was about to shrink back because of discomfort, he withdrew his gaze, leaned out of the window, and said calmly, "I heard from the servant that you want to see the sea."

"……yes."

Moen watched Wei's back and walked slowly. His steps seemed a little stiff, but he still walked smoothly to the shoulder-to-shoulder distance of the person. The two of them looked at the unsightly scenery outside together.

"It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to watch it. The devil ruled the land and the sea, why is only the tower not occupied? I heard that the devil is obviously afraid of water."

He looked at the corner of Wei's clothes from the corner of his eye, and every time he uttered a word, his throat was extremely blocked.

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for anyone to answer, and continued with a slightly remedial tone: "Wei, have you ever seen the sea?"

Wei did not turn around, and gave a soft "hmm", "The sea is beautiful."

He looked out of the window, as if he was looking at the sea with his own eyes.

"The sea is boundless. But I... stand at the end of the sea again."

In the end, his voice was too low to be heard, as if he was talking to himself.

Moen reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth, he couldn't understand, but this didn't prevent him from getting the answer he wanted.

"We grew up in a tower..." Where did you meet the sea?

The half-sarcasm was stuck in his mouth, and he suddenly couldn't tell the whole story, so he could only abruptly turn to ask something else: "... Wei, how did the devil appear?"

He put his hands on the window sill, letting the damp wind blow on his face, his fingers clenched tightly, and the phalanges were already white.

"Because of a rain."

"Why is it raining?"

"Because of condensation."

"...I don't think so. There is a leader in the demon group, and the demon was born because of him. Do you know?"

He controlled his unsteady voice, and seemed to mention it lightly.

Wei stopped talking and turned quietly to look at him.

Under those eyes, all secrets are invisible.

"I'm going out today."

When Moen said this, he felt a sense of finality that the big rock in his heart had finally been thrown down.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"...I found your rotting corpse in the ruins of the next floor."

The tone of Moen's narration is very calm. If you ignore the ugly expression on his face, you will not be able to detect the turmoil in his heart.

"Or, should I say, it belongs to the corpse of a reserve soldier who died in Silcador's practical mission a year ago?" "Suffering from eye disease" black eyes.

He already remembered everything.

"..."

"Can you stop moving and give me a chance to speak? You can control my life and death, my sobriety and confusion, but don't play with me, Wei."

Moen became emotional as he spoke, because he recalled the false and sweet memories of the past few days, which made him angry and ashamed, and these two emotions were only for himself.

Wei always stared at him with the eyes they had when they met for the first time, the kind of eyes that were covered by a layer of fog so that people could not see clearly, but people instinctively gave birth to love and pity in their hearts.

But he is not a weak survivor waiting for his rescue, let alone a schoolmate who gets along with him day and night, but the leader of evil forces and the strongest among the devils.

Lord, what does this mean?

Both Moen's parents died under the mouth of the devil.The people of the entire continent are experiencing the most painful separation in the world every day and every moment because of the invasion and attack of the demons.

Raising his hand, the demon lord can decide the life and death of tens of thousands of lives, but now, he doesn't need to act, as long as he thinks, Moen will become a fool at the mercy of others again.

And Moen, a prepared soldier who was born to eradicate the devil, a soldier destined to die on the battlefield who will dedicate his life to mankind, has such feelings for the enemy.

Why hasn't he noticed Wei's abnormality?But he just didn't want to believe it. Until now, he witnessed the other party ordering the devil with his own eyes.

Because of the past, they can no longer have a future.

What's ridiculous is that when he asked those tentative words a few minutes ago, he still held ridiculous expectations in his heart.

Expect the non-existent possibility that a dimension is nothing more than an ordinary person.

Moen's Adam's apple rolled, and he said softly: "You are the devil."

This is an affirmative sentence.

Vitri's fingers beside him trembled suddenly. Moen couldn't help but take a half step back when he saw it. He was afraid that he would be cursed again, so he could only pretend to be calm and said, "You don't need to use any tricks on me anymore. , as long as I am awake one day, I will always... kill you."

The last two words were completely distorted in his voice, and it was hard to imagine that such a low and light voice could have a hoarse effect similar to a broken sound.

If you didn't hear it in this environment, you might laugh twice.

But the expressions of both of them are so heavy.

"..."

"Don't you have anything to say to me? I will kill you." Moen looked down at the ground and repeated over and over again, "I will kill you."

These repeated words were not so much a warning as he hypnotized himself.

"Is this your wish?" Vi finally spoke.

His tone was the same as usual, even as gentle as when he coaxed Moen to drink porridge this morning.

"……no."

Moen raised his head, feeling powerless as if he had punched cotton.

But he stared at the familiar and unfamiliar person in front of him, and when he met the serious expression of the other person, he felt sore in his heart, but suddenly smiled, "Will you realize my wish?"

- i know i will

Moen walked backwards to the bed, and pulled out a rusty long sword from under it.

He is skilled in holding the sword, because he has swung it thousands of times and killed demons with it, and there is nothing special about using it on today's occasion.

"I want to play a game with you."

He took a breath and said loudly deliberately.

Holding the sword in front of him, he made a fighting posture, pretending to be relaxed and not looking into the opponent's eyes, "Don't underestimate me, and don't let me. You have seen my swordsmanship before."

- How nice it would be if you were an ordinary person.I am ready to disobey orders, and I have thought about dying on the battlefield with you.This should be the most romantic ending.

"...Is this your wish?" Wei repeated again.

"Yes."

- If that wish means "to die together", yes.

"I understand."

Moen waited for his response, and in the next second, he set out and stabbed Wei with his sword.

But the person who was attacked stood motionless all the time, and had no intention of dodging the blow at all.

Moen's eyelashes trembled slightly, but the movement of his hand was unambiguous. He stabbed the sword straight into Vernes' chest. Hearing the sound of the sharp instrument piercing the flesh, he deluded himself and got relief.

"...Do you still remember, the night before in the dormitory?"

He looked up at Wei's face, and pulled out the long sword with trembling hands.

- On the night when I made my will, and you said the same, to make my wish come true.

Wei still stood where he was, as if the sword hadn't done him any harm.

Only the black mist from the wound was floating in the air.

The body of the sword was stained with some thick and black liquid, and Moen stabbed it into his chest with his backhand without even looking at it, fearing that someone would stop him if he was too late.

When the pain hit, he was naturally not safe and sound like Wei, and the pierced position slowly destroyed his physiological functions and consumed his life.

He played one of the few clever tricks in his life for the last time.

He deliberately thrust the sword in a position where it would not kill him instantly, but would allow him time to say a few words.

"Don't save me."

-I can only die because I fell in love with Majin.

He fell into Vi's arms.

Even though they suffered the same severe injuries, the vitality of the two people is not at the same level.

Moen had known this would happen.

But he was willing to take it as a fact that he and Wei Zhan died on the battlefield of humans and demons.

It has nothing to do with him whether it is the devil or whoever survived.

"...That night, I had something to say to you, but I couldn't finish it..."

-I like you.

Moen looked at Wei calmly, breathing more and more quickly and weakly.

Compared with the bitterness and hatred at the beginning, his whole body was indescribably relaxed at this moment.

"……I know."

Moen didn't say anything, Wei had already spoken.

He knows.

When he went to extremes because he swallowed a lot of power from the abyss, he tried to hypnotize Moen into a precious doll that only recognized his lover status as his own.

Apart from being restricted by his instructions, Moen, who has no mind, will only follow the instinct in his heart.

It's a pity that he did it wrong in the first place.

There were roaring sounds, and the tower that reached into the sky suddenly shook violently.

There are countless gravels and plasters in the dead corner of the room, and a person sitting in the center instantly dissipates into countless swirling black mist, engulfing another person's body, and disappearing in this area.

The tower, which was left empty, tilted and collapsed in the shock, turning into ruins.

"...

And in the depths of the distant continent, the warriors who bravely killed the demons who had not completely disappeared on the battlefield suddenly discovered that the huge and difficult enemy army was smashed in front of the formation in an instant.

At the same time, in the inner cities of human beings, many people fell down strangely. One of the things they have in common is that a large group of bird feathers overflowed from the mouths of the corpses after death.

all because

A 'suicide' in the abyss. "

——Excerpt from "Unknown Myth"

The author has something to say: Nightingale: After so many years of labor and management, I dare not even suck blood. Is there any reason for a sudden death?Why do I have to die for love QAQ