[Sword Art Online] Qing Tong

"Go to hell and accept their condemnation and judgment!"

The footsteps of the god of death approached slowly, but early in the morning, he was still obsessed with confused and mixed memories, and had no reaction to any behavior from the outside world.

An inexplicable regret flashed in the masked man's eyes, and then, a calm killing intent slowly overflowed, and the movements in his hands became more and more forceful.

Red marks had already appeared on the slender neck, and an unnatural blush was also stained on the pale face.

And in the depths of self-awareness, I woke up slowly from the somewhat bewildered slide-like pictures early in the morning, but still stood in front of the projector and lingered on the bits and pieces of memories.

I felt the dark and pure killing intent, but it was still too heavy to pay any extra attention.

There was no panic, no helplessness, no relief or despair.

His mind was fully drawn, but he still appeared calmly as if he was not the one being restrained, no matter how the surrounding situation changed, only the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually deepened.

It was a simple and happy smile, and it was even more dazzling in the current chaotic situation.

The continuous love and care slowly spread from those vague people and things. They don't seem to exist around them, but they are so clear that they make early morning have a different kind of familiarity, as if they are familiar with themselves.Such a real, such a kind call... The confused soul seemed to start to drift away from the endless troubles in reality, and couldn't help stretching out his hand early in the morning, trying to grab something.

"Early morning! Early morning! Early morning——!" A faint calling came from the darkness of nowhere.

huh?

"Wake up quickly! Early morning!"

...I heard...that is...who is calling...I...what...

"Damn! Four consecutive slashes—!"

Familiar voice, familiar feeling... Familiar enough to seem to see that person standing in front of him, anxiously opening his hands to him... That is...

"Early morning—!"

Gradually, the confused heart is no longer erratic and helpless, and the joy gradually rises, as if hearing his voice can give you peace of mind, as if seeing him standing by your side, you can rely on your life.

So, was he one of those people too?

Staring blankly and searching, but still unable to penetrate the fuzzy veil to test the truth behind, gradually those smiles seem to be getting weaker and weaker, the indifference on his face is more and more frozen, as if he was isolated in a outside of the film.

Alone, isolated, alone.

How is this going? !

Suddenly a gust of wind blows, and the frail self is blown away in an instant, a huge black vortex has revealed a hideous face behind him, and countless stretching tentacles wrap around his neck...

"Ah, no!!!!!!!!"

A strange feeling came, panting involuntarily, the feeling of sweat piercing through the body, and the body still felt stiff.

"Early morning? Early morning! It's great that you finally woke up." A worried voice called out to him with surprise that seemed to come out of nowhere.

I tried to open my mouth early in the morning, but I coughed choked by the dryness and pain in my throat.

"Come on slowly, your throat is still a little hurt, let's get some water first."

A soft jug leaned against her lips, and she took a sip, some cool liquid slowly moistened her parched lips.

The brain finally became sober, and the eyes that could not be opened all the time were slowly focused, and the sight became sober, the face of the sweaty boy appeared in front of him, and the faint joy was also truly presented in front of him .

"Tong...Tong...cough cough cough!" The person who wanted to call the other party probably came a little too urgently, and couldn't help coughing violently again in the early morning, and his weak and paralyzed body slipped softly to the bed leaning on him behind him. It's too thick a tree trunk.

"It's me! Don't rush to talk yet!" Kirito grabbed Qingqian's slipping body, hesitated for a moment, and leaned against the tree by himself, while letting Qingqian lean on his shoulder.

The long golden hair fell softly on half of his chest, floating like tassels when the breeze blew, and the sun that was already setting towards the west in the sky seemed to be slanting down on purpose, making the golden hair a hazy blush.

In the early morning, he didn't say anything more, and held the small water bottle that Kirito handed him with his hand that had a little bit of strength, and slowly sucked it.

In the early morning, I didn't try to ask any more questions. Looking around, the surrounding woods were full of young trees, probably a common sight on the outskirts of towns. In that deep mountain and old forest.

And beside him, there was no sign of Luoda.

Looking up at the still peaceful sky, he squinted his eyes like a cat, as if nothing in the world would stay in his heart no matter what.

It is already something to be thankful for barely recovering a life, so what qualifications do you have to question the situation of others?

The clouds are flowing, the breeze is lingering, and the boys and girls in the woods are leaning together quietly. The boy's knees are bent, his back is leaning against the tree trunk behind him, his slightly raised eyebrows reveal a beautiful and slender shape, and his bright eyes flash with determination from time to time. eyes.

And the girl leaning on his left shoulder bit the straw on the water bottle with slightly pouty red lips, curled up beside the boy like a lazy cat, her long cloak and loose hood covered her petite With a tall figure, the only thing revealing is the slender blond hair spread out in curls.

It's beautifully like an illusion.

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When the sun was halfway down, Kirito stepped into Fattore's safe zone with the early morning on his back.

The bustling market, crowded crowds, various shops and players, as the capital of the 22nd floor, Fatol is truly rich and lively.

Kirito looked around, and walked slowly through the crowds of people in the early morning that seemed to be sleeping, and came to a quieter road.

The sound of footsteps echoed softly in the silent corridor at night.

After hesitating for a moment, Kirito called softly.

"Early morning?"

"Huh?" A sleepy low voice responded.

"Looks like he hasn't fallen asleep yet." Kirito raised the corners of his lips slightly, and walked forward again.

"It's almost here..." Perhaps it was because of drowsiness, the usually cool voice was filled with a soft and cute sound, which was heard in the ears and throbbed in the bottom of my heart.

"Actually..." Kirito hesitated to speak.

"Ok?"

"I……"

"Ok??"

"Um, probably..."

"..."

Kirito, who hesitated again and again, finally bit his lip, and said in a self-defeating manner, "Rhoda is dead!"

"Ah."

The crisp response made Kirito, who was about to accept a girl's resentment and even blame, startled for a moment, and then relieved.

Yes, this person, it is early in the morning.

The pace that had stopped abruptly resumed its original frequency, echoing in the aisle with a rattling sound.

"Actually, it was Luoda who called me here, otherwise I might have locked myself in that room." Kirito said softly in a deep voice.

"Rhoda?" Qingchen raised her voice slightly.

"Yeah, some time ago, Daguai made an item called an emergency summoning crystal. Although I don't know if it's useful, but before we left that day, I gave Luoda one to let him call me in a critical moment. "

Early in the morning, he recalled the flash of light in the hands of Luoda, who had been running ahead, when he was in the woods.

It seems that it is that time...

"At that time, I was still immersed in the sorrow of Xing's death, and the feeling of being unable to extricate myself seemed to have closed me up. Basically, all the messages sent by me were ignored by me... It was also thanks to that thing, otherwise I probably won't be able to see..."

"Fortunately they..."

Quiet pervades.

"Ah... all of Yue Ye's black cat group except me... But, maybe I can't be regarded as a member of Yue Ye's black cat group..." Kirito smiled wryly, and fell silent again.

Early in the morning, he clasped the hands around Kirito's neck silently, and leaned quietly.

"Rhoda also gave me something and asked me to pass it on to you."

There was a crisp sound from the interface, indicating that an email was received early in the morning.

In the early morning, I clicked the [Exit] button silently.

"Kirito... what do you think?"

"what?"

"Life is so fragile, isn't it? Kirito probably feels very uncomfortable, so he locked himself up. Although I don't know what kind of promise Kirito has made to Moonlight's black cat group, but probably What can no longer be achieved..."

"..."

"A Kirito is a Kirito. Such a Tongren always makes people feel real. Therefore, I will not try to persuade Kirito or anything. It is normal for a person to be sad when he dies. He failed to protect himself. Companions are also the most heart-wrenching thing, and I understand that."

"..."

"But oh, I want to tell Kirito one thing—"

In the early morning, it was gently attached to Kirito's ear.

"Thank you for saving me."

The person under him remained silent, but the trembling back revealed his current mood.

Early in the morning, it gently touched Kirito's still immature cheeks, and slowly moved upwards, large drops of hot liquid landed on the back of her hand, one drop at a time, burning hot to the bottom of her heart.

"Kirito..." Qingchen sighed slowly and hugged Kirito's thin shoulders tightly, and the two fragile souls leaned together.

Maybe after tomorrow, what happened today will become a kind of tacit understanding between each other, sealed in the bottom of my heart, but these hot tears will still slowly pass her by like a never-ending tide at night Soft heart.

Everyone who gets your approval must be able to understand the hard work you have put in with your blood and tears in your heart; therefore, there will be no blame or blame; , our hearts will deeply bless you; love what I love, neither regret nor hate; thank you, Kirito.