The main character did not end well

A fortune teller couldn't mend his heart.He can repair the damage to this heart, but he cannot repair the cracks caused by feelings.

He poured the precious potion on the broken heart, which was so contradictory, cold and soft.But even the precious medicine can't make up the crack above, it spreads finely, and the pain deepens with the fortune teller's thoughts.

The fortune-teller was unfamiliar with this, his chest was empty, he tried to put this seemingly intact heart back, but as soon as he thought of that person, his heart twitched into unbearable pain.

Nothing could counteract the pain, even if he told himself to grab that man and tear him apart.

Killing that person didn't seem to alleviate anything, but felt a sense of loss because of it.But if you don't kill the other party, the pain will continue to deepen, and the feeling of being betrayed will continue to torture yourself.

Today, the fortune-teller finally believed the last sentence of the prophecy, and the undead really harmed him.The best way is not to kill the other party, but so far this is the only way to help him get rid of this torture.

There are fine lines on my heart, which are intertwined with the joy when I was deceived and the pain after learning that I was deceived.There is a shallow scar on it, which is the wound where the other party stabbed the dagger into. Now it has healed into a mark, reminding the fortune teller of his rare stupidity.

The fortune-teller looked down at his heart. This heart has always been cold. For the first time in thousands of years, it has the urge to chase others, has human-like emotions, but is caught off guard by this emotion.

He exhausted all the methods but failed to heal these tiny cracks, causing him to feel unexplained pain whenever he thought of that person.

The fortune-teller thought coldly, maybe he should throw away this useless heart and replace it with a stone so that the pain would not be so painful.

Fluorescent green light enveloped this wounded heart, and the fortune-teller moved his fingers slightly, and the light melted into the tiny cracks to fill them.

The fortune teller stared at the heart that seemed to be repaired intact, his mind moved slightly, and just thinking of that person, there was a slight pain in his heart, and the heart cracked again with a click.

Now the fortune teller really lost his face.

Only the damage caused by emotion is irreparable by magic.

Since His Royal Highness Leo returned to the palace, all his thoughts were on the matter of Su Qi's disappearance.

His persistence frightened the princes and nobles. The opponent's posture seemed to be looking for Paradise City and even the entire Holy Continent, and no one was allowed to speculate that the person he was looking for might be dead.

Their Highness began to enter the stage of self-deception, and forcibly created a glimmer of hope for himself.At present, no one dares to dare to break this glimmer of hope, after all, their Highness is scary enough now.

Leo still hadn't heard any news about Su Qi, and finally he thought of the fortune teller.Although he didn't like that person being involved with this weird fortune-teller, he could only pin his last hope on him.

The other party is omnipotent, isn't it, then he should be able to find that person too.

Leo could only think so.He sent someone to tell the fortune teller, hoping to get help from the other party.

People believed in the fortune teller, and a hall was specially built for him outside the palace.It was obviously a well-chosen good place, but after the fortune-teller moved in, it was gloomy, and there was no sound and no people in the five miles around.

This is also rare.

The attendants sent by Leo came to the place where the fortune-teller lived. He panicked as soon as he stepped through the door. The door creaked open for him, and there was endless darkness inside.

The attendant plucked up his courage and walked in. He lit the torch, and there was only the sound of his footsteps here.

The fortune teller likes to be secluded, so besides the god enshrined in the huge hall, there is only him.

The more the attendant walked in, the more flustered he felt. He always felt that there was something staring at him in the unknown dark place.He bit the bullet and walked in, and the lifelike birds carved on the murals stood on the branches.She stared at him aloofly, as if she would spread her wings and fly towards him in the next second.

The attendant finally found the fortune-teller, who was quietly painting in the room, and agreed without raising his head after hearing his intention, and the brush in his hand still did not stop.

There was a faint smell of blood in the room, and the attendants wondered if the Fortune Teller was injured.He carefully looked up, but was taken aback when he saw clearly——

There are dozens of puppet figures neatly placed in the room, all of which are outlined according to the outline of a person without exception.Where they stood so lifelike, if it weren't for the facial features that hadn't been added, people would almost mistake them for living people.

The attendant was taken aback by this weird scene, just when the fortune teller's voice came softly: "Is there anything else?"

He put down his brush and turned to look at the attendant.At the same time, the attendant also saw clearly the puppet he painted, which was a lifelike and beautiful skin, the eyes looking at the attendant seemed to be alive, and the smile on the corner of his lips was also ghostly and sinister.

The puppet was beautiful to the extreme, but it was as scary as a fortune-teller.

The attendant couldn't accept the weird scene in front of him, and ran out trembling with a broken heart.

The fortune teller clicked his tongue: "Useless mortal."

The finished puppet has the exact same face as Su Qi, except for the dead eyes, there is almost nothing to be picky about.

The fortune teller looked at it quietly, and then embedded a human heart into the body of the puppet.

The puppet's eyes lit up with fluorescent green light, and it changed from a lifeless dead thing to a puppet that could be manipulated, looking at the fortune-teller.

The fortune teller thought with emotion, as expected, only the heart and blood of a living person can make a real puppet.

Fortunately those who killed him were not in vain.

"Master." The puppet spoke.

Saying such a disobedient sentence with the same face as that person made the fortune teller feel subtly upset.

He can't mend his broken heart anymore, only the warm and sincere emotions in this world can mend the cracks in his heart.

This kind of emotion is beyond the reach of ordinary people.For a fortuneteller, it's not that he can't get it, it's that he doesn't need it at all.

Instead of getting such a boring emotion, it is better to plan his revenge.

Heart, sewing and tinkering can still make do with it.As for the undead, as the price for the other party daring to play him like this, the fortune-teller swore that he would definitely make that person a target of street rats.

In short, don't think about that person in this life.

The fortune teller sneered in his heart, directly ignoring the weird dull pain.He looked at the puppet he had carefully created, and every stroke of his stroke contained his thoughts about that person.

...Thinking about catching the other party and how to toss in a situation where you can't survive or die.

But no matter what, the fortuneteller couldn't deny that he still had some feelings for the undead who deceived him.He couldn't tell what this emotion was, but he looked at the puppet with the same face as that person, his eyes softened slowly.

The puppet has a human heart, but cannot have real feelings, but it heard the fortune teller ask: "Have you ever had feelings for me?"

It was stunned.Its owner probably recognized it as someone else, and the puppet exists for the owner, so it said docilely: "Yes, I have feelings for you."

The words of the fortune teller were so infatuated, he seemed to be a poor person who fell in love and was abandoned by his sweetheart, he asked in confusion and painstaking pursuit: "What kind of feeling is it?"

It replied: "I have great respect and obedience to you. You are the master I serve, an irreplaceable existence."

The puppet felt that these words were the standard answer, but the other party seemed to be awakened, and the eyes looking at it gradually changed from soft to cold.

This kind of words is something that person will never be able to say in his life.

The more the fortuneteller looked at that beautiful face, the more irritable he became. Driven by his agitation, he destroyed the puppet he had worked so hard to create.

That face no longer appeared in front of his eyes, and he suddenly felt a sense of relief-like peace.

The puppet's head fell to the ground, and its body was still standing in front of the fortune-teller, silently accusing the fortune-teller of making trouble for no reason.

The fortune-teller just sighed at this flawless piece of perfection.

The arrival of the blue bird broke the rigid atmosphere. It landed on the window and reported to the fortune teller what it saw.

The fortune-teller raised his brows slightly, and his indifferent face gradually revealed a complex expression, and finally signaled: "Lead the way."

The fortune-teller walked through the thorny jungle and through the swamps and quagmire. When he was looking for that person, he suddenly thought that he was willing to give him another chance.

As long as that person is obedient and doesn't stab him with a dagger again, he is willing to repay his hatred with kindness and let go of his hatred, and treat the other person kindly again.

It may be difficult, but he will try his best to do it, after all, he has always had to report his flaws, but he is willing to restrain himself for this person.They can make another deal, as long as the other party agrees to give him warm and sincere affection, he will give up retaliation.

The fortune teller thought so, and Blue Bird took him to a remote forest, where he finally saw that person.

It's raining.

The drizzle kissed the bones, and the damp, dark soil lay beneath.The broken heart made him lose his senses, he couldn't smell the musty smell of the rainy day, the ants gnawed at him like a corpse, he seemed to be completely dead in this soil.

The buds came out tremblingly from his eye sockets to see this gloomy world, and he was lifelessly placed in the huge coffin of the world.He is willing to die like this, but if death is a kind of rebirth, then this must be the punishment given to the world by heaven.

But what did he do wrong to get punished?

A person appeared in his line of sight, and the other person walked up to him and looked down at him inexplicably.

The fortune teller stared at the man and clicked his tongue.

"very pitiful."