Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

Luo Yiran sat on the World Tree, and the layers of leaves covered most of his figure.

He rested his chin in his hand and looked at the familiar grassland below.

He still remembered that time was meaningless to him at this time.

Because it will not change itself, and there is no change of seasons here.

The only ones who can feel the passage of time may be the regulators.

Add a magician who is growing slowly but still growing.

Thinking of the magician, Luo Yiran blinked lightly. He thought of the rose he had given away, and the pair of devil-like eyes that the magician would have later.

So this is ah.

Reaching out his hand unconsciously tore off the soft branches and leaves from the tree, Luo Yiran weaved them into a ring.

He knows that the current him is in a part that cannot be touched by the magician's memory, so he can move freely.

But just like this leaf ring cannot appear in the magician's sight range, he can't go to the magician without authorization, because at this time in the magician's memory, there is no him, and there is no leaf ring.

After knitting the rings and putting them on his head, Luo Yiran shook his legs. He seemed to be thinking about something, but he seemed to be just in a trance.

Until the command of the gods came.

Luo Yiran snorted softly, and then he jumped off the world tree wearing a ring woven from soft branches and headed towards the gods.

It was rare for the god to leave the small blue room. He sat cross-legged on a small slope in the grassland, with the regular wind blowing his hair and clothes. He realized that his consciousness had arrived, and the god looked over.

His gaze flickered over the leaf ring on Luo Yiran's head, and then he waved indifferently: "Come here."

Luo Yiran walked over, with a trace of ignorant gentleness on his face.

"Lord God." Luo Yiran sat down docilely, with his cheek on the knee of the god.

The god raised his hand to run along Luo Yiran's hair. He didn't say what he wanted Luo Yiran to do here, but said on a whim: "Do you like castles?"

Luo Yiran looked at him suspiciously.

The god smiled gently: "A seaside castle full of flowers."

Luo Yiran lowered his eyes: "If Lord God likes it, then I will like it too."

The god seemed to be satisfied and nodded, and then he said the reason for calling his conscious body: "I have prepared your body."

Luo suddenly paused, he knew what would happen next.

So Luo Yiran straightened up, but for a moment, darkness flashed before his eyes, Luo Yiran saw the god's appearance in the pupils of the gods, and then he watched himself change and shrink in those pupils.

"..."

Re-experiencing everything that has been experienced is not so easy to accept.

Although, he knows that the self who opened his eyes as a puppet is the first time to have a complete "self".

Luo Yiran opened his eyes, the gentle and ignorant pupils seemed to be washed by rain, and the ruby ​​eyes were empty.

He thought, maybe he had emotions for a short time before he became a puppet, but later when he lived as a puppet, he lost everything.

Everything except memory was erased by the gods.

Perhaps at this time, the gods had already chosen him and wanted him to be his successor.

Indeed, there is no one more suitable than him to replace the gods.

Because he is a god.

He was a god.

He is a part of the gods and possesses the power of the gods, so he can naturally replace the gods and become the "nutrient" for the people of the world to run.

The little puppet was wearing a long white robe, and he was obediently put into his pocket by the gods, standing crookedly, with his head dangling outside—but why did the gods run the people of the world?

Luo Yiran once calculated all possible reasons from the words and actions of the gods, but that was just speculation.

And now the god is dead... Maybe it's really like what the god said-he just wants to save him and them.

……Ah.

There is no plausible reason why the gods actually just want to have fun.

Luo Yiran sneered in his heart.

...

The passage of time in this world is almost imperceptible, Ji Ming can only feel that he has not seen that person for a long, long time.

How sad, that person doesn't have his own name, doesn't have his own appearance, he exists in this world like the wind, invisible and intangible...

Unless the wind blows, he can feel it for a moment.

But the wind didn't come for too long.

So this new future boss visibly slumped to the naked eye.

His body wrapped in two layers of bandages is still very thin, his gray hair has dimmed, and his straight back has gradually bent over time. Everyone watched him slowly wither like his burning red rose.

But no one dared to approach him and comfort him.

Because this "weak person" who is thin and whose bandages will seep out of blood when he moves vigorously can easily press down on the demon and beat him.

Bosses also need talent if they want to use power.

Before they fully grasped the power bestowed by the gods, the new little mummy not only absorbed them all, but also grew on its own.

The progress is too fast, and this kid doesn't care about anyone, the only demon... was bullied so badly that his arms and legs flew off.

Although it seems that everyone here will not die, many people are still afraid, afraid that their arms and legs will fly away.

The flower ghost is not afraid, maybe he is really old, or maybe he realized that this little mummy is actually just a child who is afraid of pain.

The little mummy often stayed a meter away from him, and he always radiated his power to relieve the pain in the child's body.

Huagui thinks that they are tacitly maintaining this not-so-distant relationship.

So one day, he tried to take a step closer, so he couldn't help asking the little mummy: "Have you got a new name?"

The child squatting in a ball one meter away shook his head.

"Then you will use your real name from now on?"

The child shook his head again - he wouldn't use his real name.

The word Ming was chosen by my father, who didn't like it.

"Then hurry up and get one, if you need it, you can ask me." Hua Gui said.

The child said nothing.When he knew that he could have a new name with a similar code name, the child actually wanted that person to give it to him, but that person hadn't appeared for a long time.

The kid let go again.

The flower ghost is also a little dazed, mainly because some old people always tend to doze off, and there is nothing they can do.

He kept nodding his head while looking at the little mummy beside him—the flower ghost didn't know that the kid came to him not because being by his side could relieve the pain, but because of the fragrance of flowers.

After Ji Ming's flowers withered, he often came to find the flower ghost's... crutches.

The old man drowsily listened to the "teacher" lecture and became more and more sleepy——Why is he still teaching here when he has half a foot in the coffin...

Huagui finally closed his eyes.

It's a comfortable world, and it would be a wonderful place if they weren't all harboring a hatred they could never let go of...

The flower ghost suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the side.

Then with his cloudy eyes, he saw that the little mummy who seemed to be about to wither came back to life in an instant, and then quickly stood up and ran in one direction.

After the classroom fell silent, everyone was a step behind and saw the god appearing.

The god was just passing by this grassland, and he was holding a bloody boy in his arms, and was hurrying to the World Tree.

It was a foreigner with a pretty face that was almost indistinguishable. His body was a little slender. His legs... seemed to be broken. The pain crawled up the boy's face. He was fragile and beautiful, as if everything in the world would break his heart for him, and the boy The red rose in his arms was almost torn to pieces by him.

The child not far away suddenly stopped.

He smelled flowers.

The familiar scent of roses is intertwined with the smell of blood.

The child stood quietly, and he heard the voices of many people, they were all calling for the Lord God.

And he just stood there, "looking" at his savior with his back straight.

He was suddenly very angry.

It's not that the person who is angry has given roses to others, and the person who is angry is obviously not someone's god.

But why, they just can't recognize it?

He is obviously not the god who puts a fake smile on everyone.

The child took a few steps back, then turned and left.

Luo Yiran glanced at the magician's back from the corner of his eye, and he sighed in his heart - how many things did he not notice before.

He retracted his gaze, and then looked at Yi Diya in his arms.

After simply talking to other children, Luo Yiran took Idia to the top of the World Tree.

Putting people in front of the gods, Luo Yiran looked at the gods: "My lord, I'll go find Ji Ming."

God remembered something and nodded: "Give him your eyes."

Because 2657 said that Ji Ming wanted a pair of beautiful eyes, so it took some time.

Luo Yiran nodded - it doesn't take long for a god to have a pair of beautiful eyes, but Ji Ming's eyes were not created by the gods.

In the real past, Ji Ming's eyes were made of dolls, precious gemstones designed and polished by him, and then the gods gave them the ability to see.

Luo Yiran recalled the past, and then went to find the magician.

He knew that the magician skipped the last class, so the place he was in now should be his room.

Sure enough, the child covered in white bandages was sitting on the bed. His bed was leaning against the window, so his upper body could easily lie on the window.

Luo Yiran didn't enter the house, he looked outside the house at the child at the window on the third floor, then jumped onto the tree facing the house, just when he was about to open his mouth, Ji Ming spoke first: "...God?"

Luo Yiran was startled, then bent his eyes and smiled: "It's me."

Ji Ming leaned forward, but Luo Yiran pressed a finger against his forehead and pushed him back.

Luo Yiran stood on a thin branch, looked at the child in front of him, and said softly, "Close your eyes."

Ji Ming realized something, he quickly closed his eyes.

The bandage on his face was removed by a cool hand, Ji Ming held his breath unconsciously, he felt it, that hand touched his eyes.

Ji Ming could clearly sense that his savior had gouged out his eyes, and then put two round, cold things in his eye sockets.

...no pain at all.

Ji Ming let this person play with him in a daze, he kept his eyes closed before he asked him to open them.

Until I heard the savior say, "Okay, open your eyes."

Only then did Ji Ming slowly open his eyelids a little.

First there was a little bit of white light, and then there was a dazzling sore feeling.

Ji Ming almost burst into tears instantly.

Luo Yiran was taken aback for a moment, then he stretched out his hand, and pressed the corners of the child's eyes with cool fingers.

The next moment, his hand was caught, and Luo Yiran's eyes moved slightly down, meeting those familiar eyes with tears in them.

Are babies so cute when they cry?Luo Yiran unconsciously pinched Ji Ming's face through the bandage.

The choked child didn't respond, he stared blankly at Luo Yiran, tears still falling like broken pearls.

Luo Yiran pinched his fingers, then asked him calmly, "Can you see it?"

The child nodded foolishly, and he rubbed against Luo Yiran like a puppy: "...does it look good?"

He opened his eyes sourly and asked.

Luo Yiran reacted for a while before he realized what the child was asking. He met the child's eyes - he seemed to see the starry sky again, vast and vast.

His lips moved, then he bent his eyes and said silently: 【Very beautiful. 】

【magician. 】

The child in front of him seemed to be laughing lowly.

A child who has never seen this world needs to slowly align many things, so the gods occasionally come to see him in the early morning these days.

But Ji Ming could tell clearly that the person who came was not the god who gave people a sense of hypocrisy, but his savior.

He was very happy at first, but there are always too many people taking away the savior's attention.

Looking at the girl in the white skirt being hugged gently by Luo Yiran, Ji Ming's face under the bandage twisted.

When the girl left, before he had time to step forward, the devil brought the angel to find him again. He triumphantly occupied the god, and didn't even bother to maintain his superficial obedience.

However, the devil who exposed the evil inside is still favored by the savior.

It's not that he prefers demons, but gods prefer demons, so Luo Yiran, who wears the shell of a god, must also favor him.

The morning light poured down, Luo Yiran maintained a smile on his face as he stroked the last furry rabbit.

There is no way to recall all the memories of the past carefully, but at this moment Luo Yiran sincerely doubts—was he really so patient before?

The hem of the clothes was pulled slightly, Luo Yiran glanced at it, and then his smile became the same: "What's wrong?"

The little mummy shook his head, his shoulder-length gray hair swayed, and his exposed eyes were bright and ignorant. He said in a disappointed tone, "It's nothing..."

Luo Yiran raised his eyebrows and squatted down, then he stretched out his hand, turned his empty hand a few times, and a few candies appeared in Luo Yiran's hand.

He handed it to Ji Ming to coax him.

When taking it back to Idia, Luo Yiran saw a magician performing on the street in Idia's hometown, which reminded him instantly, as if it was from this time that he became curious about magic.

Moreover, with his clumsy skills, he later taught Ji Ming.

Luo Yiran showed an expression as if recalling his dark history.

Ji Ming, who lowered his head and grabbed Luo Yiran's hand to look at it, missed Luo Yiran's ooc expression. After a while, he raised his head seriously and asked, "Are you a magician?"

Luo Yiran knew that what Ji Ming was asking was the real him under this skin, but Luo Yiran didn't know at that time, so he smiled slightly: "I'm not a magician, I'm a god."

Ji Ming lowered his head in disappointment.

Luo Yiran withdrew his hand. In fact, he didn't stay in front of Ji Ming for a long time. Compared with other children, he was almost the same... No wonder he forgot him back then.

Because these people in the long past are like in a hazy dream, and everyone is a faceless monster.

"I'll go first." Luo Yiran turned his head to look at the World Tree—the god was looking for him again.

He recalled it, but he couldn't remember what the god was looking for him at this time.

The bandage-wrapped child was stunned for a moment. He unconsciously took a step forward but didn't reach out to stop him. Instead, he opened his beautiful eyes and said reluctantly, "Okay."

He didn't even have the courage to ask him when he would come next time.

"..."

So nice.

Luo Yiran coughed lightly, then rubbed the child's head and left.

He didn't turn his head, and naturally he didn't know that the child behind him used all his strength for the first time, and then followed him from a distance.

Ji Ming thought, if his savior wanted to meet the real god, then he would definitely be discovered.

So he won't follow all the time, he just wants to see that person for a while.

So, when he saw Luo Yiran disappearing at the top of the World Tree, Ji Ming planned to leave after a while, but when he turned around, a strong wind suddenly came from behind.

Ji Ming thought he had been discovered, he turned his head abruptly, and then saw a warm-colored old castle suddenly rising from the ground.

The grassland in front of the castle broke into a cliff, and blue water gushed out from the cliff, forming a sea almost in the blink of an eye.On the warm-colored castle, green branches spread, and colorful flowers bloom on the castle.

This is a dreamlike scene, so beautiful that Ji Ming took several steps back.

An indescribable feeling filled the child's heart—that was a place he could not set foot on.

But he didn't want to leave either. The child had a strong premonition - he couldn't leave now, or he would regret it.

So he stopped, and after a while he saw the god.

Appearing at some unknown time, a god in a holy white robe walked slowly into the castle, holding a child in his arms that Ji Ming had never seen before.

After looking at it for a while, Ji Ming set his sights on the child whose head was facing him - the breath of this child...

The god looked back and seemed to find him, but he didn't let him go. Instead, he smiled and waved his hand. Soon, a large area of ​​land in the courtyard of the castle sprouted buds and branches, and then bloomed... Putting red roses.

At the same time, soft vines twine on the ground, supporting a huge drawing board in front of the god and the child.

The child in the arms of the god was obviously not attracted by the drawing board. The child's short and round fingers pointed to the sea that had just appeared, and his face turned sideways to the god.

Ji Ming's heart was pounding, and he saw the child clearly.

That was his savior.Ji Ming looked at the child's jet-black and soft hair with incomparable certainty, as if each hair was dyed with light, and the delicate, white and tender, fleshy cheeks without any wounds...

Like the little prince in a fairy tale.Ji Ming stared blankly——his savior...

It turned out to be like this.

Obviously, he finally knew what that person looked like, but Ji Ming felt that he didn't seem to be happy at all.

The people and gods in front of him were bathed in the morning light, while he huddled in the corner and secretly looked at the most beautiful and cutest child in the world.

At this moment, Ji Ming looked at everything that was so beautiful that it seemed unreal in front of him, at the large expanse of roses, the morning sun and the sea, and at the sparkling child hugged by the gods.

Then Ji Ming suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his arm.

There was a large area of ​​relatively serious burns on his arm. He had taken off the bandage and looked at it. It was dark red and disgusting rotten flesh, and it hurt very painful when touched lightly.

Ji Ming pressed hard on the large wound, and the severe pain made him awake and in pain.He carefully avoided the sunlight that was about to shine on his body - it turns out that the wind is also a very distant and unprivileged existence.

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Luo Yiran knew that the next time spent alone with the magician would be almost equivalent to nothing.

Not only did he become very busy because the gods began to teach him all kinds of knowledge, but also because he gradually became curious about the human world, so he was also searching for things in the human world in his rare spare time.

Moreover, the magician seems to be keeping a distance from him.

Like the children in the white paper, he no longer tried to get close to the gods, but watched secretly from the corner.

The current Luo Yiran still doesn't understand the magician's thoughts at this time, because he has never understood what it is like to feel inferior since he was born.

But if this is not the memory world, Luo Yiran will go up to ask directly.

If you don't understand something, just ask.

But this is the memory world, so Luo Yiran can only follow the real past and not approach the magician.

Several months later, the day before the gods would take him to the human world, Luo Yiran went to observe the class for the last time before leaving.

He looked calmly at the little mummy who was still inconspicuous in the corner.

——Even if Ji Mingbao is like this, it is really inconspicuous, because strangeness is the norm here.

During the break between classes, the little girl in the red skirt ran over and shouted happily, "Master God!"

Soon, many people gathered around.

Luo Yiran saw the little mummy coming over from the corner of his eye this time, he raised his eyebrows slightly and sat on the ground.

Even though it was surrounded by many people, it didn't seem crowded and noisy, because the gods were not only loved by them, but also respected by them.

Ji Ming stayed at the end, he was not tall, and there happened to be a two-meter-tall tree figure in front of him, so he couldn't see that person at all.

He was a little anxious.

In fact, he doesn't want to lean over now, he has not become very powerful and beautiful, so powerful and beautiful that he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the little prince.

But today he smelled this person's breath became very far away, as if he was going to a far away place.

Maybe it's to bring new people back again... The child comforted himself.

Then... do you want to say good luck to him?Ji Ming thought about it, and then his mind went blank when he walked in front of Luo Yiran. He hesitated for a long time at the man's smile before saying, "You..."

Luo Yiran tilted his head slightly: "Huh?"

Then he heard the tightly wrapped child in front of him ask him: "Will you always be with me...us?"

Luo was stunned.

He suddenly remembered.

The magician did ask him that.

And at that time he agreed, in the name of the gods, because he didn't know that the life span of the gods was about to end, so he definitely told every child who asked him this way-I (the gods) will always be with you.

But what he didn't know was that it was never the gods that Ji Ming asked, but him.

But in the end, Luo Yiran, who understood everything, could only say with a sincere and hypocritical smile: "Yes."

The child hooked the bandages around his eyes, his bright and beautiful eyes were filled with the person in front of him, and he asked solemnly: "Then will you lie?"

The surroundings were quiet, and Luo Yiran's smile remained unchanged: "I never lie."