[Comprehensive] living to death

The ancient Greek-style white temple, with tall columns lined up far away, is surrounded by universes with countless planets shining on both sides.

The clown in the purple dress stands in the center, and a beam of white light hits him.He held up his right hand and looked up at the sky, as if he hadn't noticed that Mingyue had returned here.

He is reading a poem.

"Son of Shamash, why do you ask about my family background?"

He recited aloud, with exaggerated intoxication on his face.

"The generations of man are like the withering of a leaf

The autumn wind blows the dead leaves to the ground

And when spring comes, new leaves sprout again

Humans are also born in one generation—”

His cold turquoise eyes finally looked over, and his bright red lips parted even more.The clown's right hand suddenly turned and pointed straight at her.

"—a generation, withered."

They stared at each other in the silent temple.

then……

Pop, pop.

"Good poetry, good poetry." Mingyue smiled and applauded gently.

George Orwell bowed deeply.

"Welcome!" He walked quickly, cheerfully, "Welcome our leading actor back!"

"How is it, honey," his smile was still sweet and spiteful, "are you feeling all right?"

What a fart.

Mingyue secretly rolled her eyes at him.

"Did I fail my mission?" she asked.

"Why do you say that?" The clown looked innocent.

"I said everyone don't talk around the corner?" Mingyue narrowed her eyes, a ray of burning anger flashed in her eyes, "If you hadn't suddenly asked me to complete the death mission within a year, I wouldn't have ended it so hastily. "

"Rush?" George Orwell stared innocently. "Whoa, honey, what were your plans?"

I really want to step on this guy's face and push him to the ground.

Mingyue took a deep breath.

"Of course it's because I became Hokage and ruled the world for thousands of years." She said blankly, "In the end, I was asked to die by some crazy host. Did the ratings drop? Does your boss know that you are so messed up? ?”

"Crazy? Hahahaha..."

George Orwell shuddered, as if electrified, and laughed nervously, shaking his whole body.

"My dear, my dear~" He bent slightly, his eyes looked at the bright moon, like a poisonous snake preparing to attack, "Do you think I can't see your deal with the Dimensional Witch?"

Mingyue's heart trembled.

"Come on, honey," the host said softly, "give me that."

"What?" she asked.

George Orwell suddenly grabbed her wrist.His hands were colder than ice; Mingyue couldn't help shivering.

"This," he said.

A ball of light rises from the palm of the bright moon.The pale golden ball of light is bright and soft, and the surface is foggy and flowing.George Orwell stared at the ball of light, the light in his eyes became crazy.

But his voice was softer.

"Wow……"

He picked up the ball of light with two fingers, put it in front of his eyes to admire for a while, and then under the gaze of Mingyue, he suddenly raised his head, threw the ball of light into his mouth, and swallowed it like candy.

"Hehehe...hahahahahaha!"

He let out that maniacal laugh again.

Ming Yueqing rolled her eyes sincerely.

"Good boy." George Orwell patted her on the head, satisfied, "Originally, the program team didn't think highly of your mission, and besides, you even made a deal with the Dimensional Witch in violation of the regulations~ Well, it's very thoughtful." OK, hahaha!"

She was in a bad mood.At that time, she asked Yuko to "pay in installments", and she didn't even want to exchange her life for Itachi's.She just wanted to share half of it, so that neither of them could die, at most they would maintain a sub-healthy state!So many people in modern times stay up late to play games and eat irregularly, sub-health is nothing.

As a result, she was approached by Orwell soon after, and she had to complete the task within a year.

Otherwise, the ghost will die with Payne!It's not that she hates life too long.

But the matter has come to this point, it is useless to say more.

"For the sake of the taste of this little 'candy', let's write off the previous disobedience~" the host announced sweetly, "You are such a lucky child, Mingyue!"

"What's that?" Mingyue asked.

She remembered that Yuko once said that it was something she had sent.

"It's nothing." George Orwell turned around happily and snapped his fingers, "It's just evidence that you are not well behaved."

With a crisp sound, a white European-style triangular table, two white carved chairs, and a parasol appeared in front of them.There was a pot of steaming tea and a plate of biscuits on the table.

"Miss, would you like to have afternoon tea?" George Orwell asked kindly.

Mingyue stared at him for two seconds, then looked at the plate of biscuits.

"Okay." She said calmly.

The biscuits are crispy and sweet, mixed with a nutty aroma.Mingyue ate a piece slowly, and took another sip of the mellow black tea.George Orwell sat in another chair, sipping his tea gracefully.

The vast starry sky, the empty temple, and a set of out of place afternoon tea.

"When will I lose the memory of the last world?" Mingyue asked.

The Joker took one look at her and smiled casually.

"Don't worry, honey." He drew his tone, "Eat something and go to sleep. The next time you open your eyes, you will be a brand new piece of paper~"

He seemed amused, and giggled.

Mingyue lowered her eyes and saw the reflection of her own eyes in the bone china teacup.

******

She awoke from dreamless sleep.

In front of me is a European-style bedroom, decorated in girlish pink.She remembered her mission, why she was here, and the original world that belonged to her.

Other than that, nothing else.

The wall to her left is covered with photographs.She jumped out of bed, rubbed her eyes, and walked over with her slippers.

There are different people and different backgrounds in each photo, but the one in the center is her own, with a number written on the top of each photo frame.She looked over one by one, and then saw the last one.

With a bright smile, she put her left arm around a teenager and put her right hand on a little boy's head.The boy's expression was light and soft, and there were two faint lines on his cheeks, but it didn't affect his handsomeness; the child's hair was a bit messy, and his white bun face was very similar to the boy's, but his eyes were big and bright, innocent and cute.Behind them stood a middle-aged couple who appeared to be their parents.

Mingyue stared at the picture, and carefully reached out to touch their faces.

There is a line above the photo:

No. 053: Immortal Eyes (Completed)

She doesn't remember anything.

but……

A thin voice sounded from the deepest part of my heart, with strange confidence and firmness.

Wait, then.One day, she will take all of this back with her own hands.

Volume [-]: Onmyoji in Heian-kyo