To the eternal you

Whether it is a human or a demon, the composition of its consciousness and personality is closely related to memory.

However, the memory will gradually be worn away by the passing of time, until the years are gone, and all the good things disappear. If you spend a short life like human beings, you will not think about what eternity is.

The sky was gloomy, and with the faint roar of thunder, the hard-working farmers below hastened their movements.

The soldiers of Tianling who were on patrol also showed awe, and the whole Naruto Island seemed to wake up again with the sound of thunder, and everything was frightened by the power of thunder, but in this land of rice wives, there is a different story. answer.

That is the symbol of their gods, and the people of the gods respectfully call it Goken Naruto, the master of the gods, and the great Gosho-sama.

Thunder is her incarnation, that is, her theocratic eternal will.

However, such power and influence are not feared by everyone.

Narugami Taisha stands near the gods on the highest mountain of Narugami Island.

When none of the other priestesses prayed reverently, the priestess known as the son of the Yae God lay lazily on her side in her favorite holy place for laziness.

"Ah, ah, even the most free wind has been driven to make a noise."

The female voice is melodious and melodious, and when you listen closely, it looks like an orchid in an empty valley. The owner of the voice is holding a thin vernacular book, and the long pink hair dyed like cherry blossoms flutters in the wind, driving the gorgeous pendant hanging beside the ear. The purple round sphere on the waist was shining faintly, as if she had noticed something, she talked to herself with great interest.

"What makes the warrior's heart so disturbed?"

Boom--!

Crack-!

The fleeting thunder light illuminates the side face of the woman hidden behind the script, her beautiful and perfect face has a hint of fox charm, her gentle eyes like amethyst gently cut, and she moves away from the script , she blinked, looking at the Daozuma City shrouded in this thundercloud, thoughtfully.

The patter of rain fell.

Under the thunderstorm, the majestic and solemn castle tower in the past looks even colder and harsher. The rainwater flows and falls from the cornices, and the carved and jade-built buildings built by famous craftsmen are patchworkly guarding the central mansion at the highest point.

A cold-faced guard named Ao Jiezhong stood in front of the door, wearing solid armor and holding sharp spears, each of them was an elite, and their military strength was the best group in the practice of Tianling.

But even so, they are guarding here not to protect the Great Imperial Palace, but to block and drive away anyone who strays into this place. The Great Imperial Palace likes to be quiet and must not be disturbed by anyone, otherwise the divine power will descend, and no one will be able to come here. unstoppable.

Especially recently... the Great Imperial Palace has a weird temper, which makes people unpredictable, but it is also true, how can a person touch lightning and understand what he thinks.

Inside the house.

A lavender dress fluttered like a flying bird, and the feathers fluttered gently with her movements. She bowed slightly, her long satin-like hair slipped from her shoulders, her breasts were half exposed, but she continued to reach out her hand without paying attention. , gently wiped the immature cheeks of the doll in front of her, her eyes were like a pool of spring water, sorrow, bewilderment, and concern, and finally disappeared one by one.

She is revered by the Daowi people as the God of Yujianming, the Lord Zundayusuo, the god of thunder among the seven rulers of the world, Balzebu, and those who know her well will know her as Thunder God.

Now, after all, she still can't forget that fetter and made such a work.

"True... no, she's not."

No matter how similar this touch is, even if her cheeks are exactly the same as what I remember, even... as long as she thinks it is, she can be the elder sister who needs to be protected by herself.

But in the end it's nothing, everything about her will only be the person who lives in her memory.

After experiencing so many failures, the puppet produced by consuming countless materials and minds should not host your own grief, otherwise it will not be [eternity], and it will make mistakes because of emotions, and then it will not be able to lead the people to the future. eternal.

There was only one person sighing in the huge and empty room.

She withdrew her hand, only feeling exhausted, and even the slightly crumpled letter paper on the case made her even more upset. That kid... seemed to have touched someone who shouldn't have been in contact with him while wandering.

Yingwei frowned, was the previous decision too hasty? Even though his power was sealed, it was hard to guarantee whether he would undo it, but...killing him directly was really unbearable. Guobeng has a debt, just like a craftsman always has a different emotion when he treats his first work with great painstaking efforts.

Even if he was just a by-product of failure before making the real thing, she made it by herself.

Forget it, let him go, as long as he doesn't stand in the way of eternity, let's turn a blind eye to him for the time being, the most urgent task now is to make [General].

Thinking of this, Ying once again looked at the lying young girl, everything about her was bestowed by herself, and she was so beautiful that it was not like anything in the world.

The long black and purple hair has not been modified too much, the silky and smooth long hair is like a waterfall, her face is quiet and beautiful, with her eyes closed, she seems to be sleeping peacefully, dreaming a long dream, just looking at her like this, her own A heart that is worn out by fear will be surprisingly peaceful.

She is not suitable to be a general, the fuselage is too delicate, such a doll will be torn apart just by using her own secrets.

Scenes from the past seemed to reappear in front of her eyes. With the memory blurred, Ying gradually closed her eyes, and drowsiness flooded her.

As she fell asleep for a short time, the thunder around her became inaudible, and even stopped, not even the cicadas were heard in the silent room.

The only sound was the shallow breathing of the two girls.

Shadow's falling asleep awakened the puppet girl who was supposed to be sleeping soundly. She opened her eyes, and the dissipated thunderclouds allowed the moonlight to finally shine into the room. The bright moonlight seems to have covered her body with a faint veil of soft light, making her appear dreamy and ethereal.

She turned her head awkwardly and saw the woman sleeping at the desk. The intimacy from the soul made her want to get closer to her, so she struggled to get up, controlled her body and approached slowly, first using her hands and feet like a baby, Then she got up and stood up staggeringly. When she was only a few steps away from her, she successfully learned to walk.

But she stopped and continued to move forward, following the guidance in her heart, and did not disturb her, but seemed to be watching a picture scroll.

Time was flowing quietly like this, maybe it was a few minutes, or maybe a few hours, the doll girl suddenly felt something, and walked towards the inner courtyard step by step, while the brows of Ying who was sleeping at the desk became sad , fingers slightly closed, as if wanting to hold onto someone tightly, it wasn't the high and mighty Grand Imperial Palace, but a little girl who was afraid of losing her family.

In the end, it was not until the dim light of the morning sun entered the room that Ying who was sleeping at the desk trembled her eyelashes slightly, and her purple pupils like distant daisy flashed a trace of confusion, and then quickly regained clarity, majesty and indifference returned to her body, But the look that seemed to be indifferent and uninterested in everything was moved in the next moment.

There are also thunderbolts in the clear sky, and the thunder that resounds throughout Narugami Island makes the heart of those with evil intentions slow down a beat.

Gone, gone, gone.

She was still there before I went to bed, why did she disappear, who stole her from me...Damn thief, the boredom and precious things that I woke up from a nightmare disappeared without a trace The anger caused waves in Ying's mood, which should have been like still water.

She took a deep breath, got up and stood up, with thunder flashing in her hand, holding a naginata like Ziyue tightly in her hand.

There was a cold and stern purple light on the blade, and she wanted to see for herself which lunatic dared to break into the castle tower and steal Thor's treasure.

With every step she took, the power and influence on her body became stronger, and there was a thunderous sound when the steps stepped on the wooden plank, and the thunder that should have been restless was like the most docile sheep in her hands, flowing quietly on the lines of the weapon without leaking a cent.

She is a warrior, the improvement of skills is the lifelong pursuit of a warrior, and her martial arts has already reached it.

When the outside world was feeling panic because of the anger of the Great Imperial Palace, she also followed the induction to the inner courtyard. The thief actually dared to play with the black light, but she had a connection with the doll, and now she is obediently waiting for the death to come Well, no matter who it is, with any excuse, she will—

Abruptly, she stopped.

It was early morning, and the air was fresh after the rain last night. The flowers and leaves planted in the inner courtyard could still see crystal dew, and the sun was shining down from the dome. The empty and quiet inner courtyard seemed very quiet, only a bird chirped ———” sound, as if frightened by the thunder just now.

And there was a person that Ying was looking for, she stood quietly holding it without saying a word, looking at the bird's somewhat moist blue and black wings, she stretched out her white and flawless hands to gently caress its On the top of the head, hold it higher, and the faint sunlight shines on the soft face, everything is as beautiful as a picture scroll.

As if aware of something, the thin girl tilted her head slightly and looked sideways.

The first glance between the puppet girl and the Creator seems to be dreamy.

"real......"

PS: Let's collect some, Qiuli Cream!