late morning rain

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I also want to kiss the girl I like if I can.

Almost died in the dark.

☆, the hometown of the journey

Holding the handrail of the stairs with his right hand and a large bag of snacks in his left hand, Xiaoyou walked along the dark and narrow stairway. The lights in the stairs seemed to have been broken for a long time, but no one had ever repaired them.Xiaoyou sighed, looked up at the light blue window above, his eyes shone into the moonlight.

Fumbling for the keyhole of the door in the darkness, turning to the right, the dilapidated door was opened.Xiaoyou walked into the room, and the moment the beige door creaked shut, she squatted down, leaned against the door, and sighed heavily in the silent night.

Yingman stood in the elevator with few people, holding his mobile phone and scrolling through Weibo with a casual expression. The lights in the elevator were soft egg whites.There was only the sound of human breathing in the elevator, and then there was a ding, and the elevator door opened, Yingman put the phone in the bag and walked out.

Yingman hummed a little song and walked along the imperious and gorgeous corridor of the hotel, then she stopped at the door of a room, looked at the door number, took out the room card and opened the door with a "tick".

Miss Ying, your flight ticket to Tokyo, Japan has been booked, please...

Yingman turned off the voice from the assistant, threw down her bag and threw herself on the bed with all her strength, and the whole room fell into a dark silence again.

"Today is the first day I leave school. I believe this will be a new beginning. I asked the class teacher for a week off. The reason was that my father was seriously ill. The class teacher didn't doubt me, who was always excellent in academic performance and usually quiet. So it was approved. But in fact my father was not sick, it was me who was sick."

Xiaoyou lay on the bed, writing this paragraph on the pale yellow notebook paper.The lights in the guest house are soft and dim yellow, while the lights in the classroom are bright white. Xiaoyou has always disliked too drowsy colors.

"I'm leaving for Japan the day after tomorrow. I'm glad I can finally escape that cold and depressing family. Ps: The book belongs to midori, which my cousin brought to me on a business trip to Japan last time. But I don't like this white Porcelain-like cold white, I prefer soft light yellow. I like all soft things, such as the dim yellow of light bulbs that have long been eliminated, and the lines that become soft under the dim light.”

Yingman turned on the front camera to look at herself, and said with a smile: "It's still so beautiful, just like cherry blossoms."

Xiaoyou was eating snacks. She thought this was the most expensive time she had ever spent. When she was in school, her only expense was going to the canteen. To put it on the table, the Engel coefficient was one.

I used to hear people say that life is too short to enjoy yourself in time.I used to think it was irresponsible to life, but now that I think about it, why not be irresponsible?

Xiaoyou leaned his head against the window, looking out at the world outside.There is no bustling night market here, only dilapidated streets, and occasionally a long-distance bus passes by, making a deep sound.

Xiaoyou doesn't like the silence of the night, because it makes her feel that she is dead.

Yingman opened the laptop that she carried with her, and her thoughts exploded into code words.

Yingman is a magazine writer, and occasionally writes a few articles to entertain herself.

She should be very happy that she will be leaving soon.Why do I suddenly feel that life has lost its focus, leaving only a feeling of emptiness.

Usually, dark nights would cause her inspiration to burst out, but tonight it seemed to suddenly dry up, unable to write anything.

Shanghai, the most prosperous city in China, rises on a huge plain carved out by the Yangtze River.Xiaoyou only wants to apply for a university in Shanghai.She thought that it would take her three years to reach that bustling city, but now, she has fulfilled her wish ahead of schedule.

Tokyo is the capital of Japan.Yingman twitched the corners of her mouth, feeling that this sentence was really stupid.She was upset and pressed the delete button, but forgot to let go, and by the way, she also deleted a few words that Jiang had written before.Yingman closed the computer heavily, got out of bed and walked towards the huge French windows, the bustling night view of Shanghai came into view, Yingman lived on the top floor of the hotel, perhaps because of the height, Yingman felt that the prosperity below had nothing to do with him.I am like that high god, looking down on the world indifferently.

In fact, the world is a very strange word, isn't it?

If one day you get old and don’t want to write a book, please write an autobiography before you close your pen. You don’t need to publish it, and burn it after writing, and then let the past drift away with the ashes of the fire.

A certain fan left this passage on her Weibo.

She didn't get back to her, and she never got back to anyone.It was the first time she thought about what kind of words she wanted to engrave on her monument if she died one day

She sat on the window sill, glanced at the cold and warm world, took out her mobile phone, and began typing.

"My name is Yingman. My name is chosen because my father's surname is Ying and my mother's surname is Yingman. I am a Chinese-Japanese mixed race, and my mother is Japanese. I was born in Tokyo. My mother died in a car accident when I was three years old. , so my father took me back to China, and we settled in Shanghai. My father is the owner of a company, he often leaves early and returns late, so I have to grow up alone. Later, like the routines in many novels, My dad married another woman shortly after, and I didn't like her, even if she wasn't a bad person. I lived apart from them after high school, but not in dorms, I couldn't stand living with other people, I was in school I rented a small house nearby and arranged it very warmly. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t feel its warmth. I’ve lived like this for 16 years, and I’ve never stopped thinking about it for more than ten years My mother, I have almost forgotten her appearance, my father promised me to send me to study in Japan after the college entrance examination, because my mother died and my father would never set foot in Japan again, but I couldn't wait, so I decided to I arrived in Japan on my 17th birthday and was reunited with my mother's spirit under the cherry tree."

Shanghai is not my hometown.

My hometown is a place full of cherry blossoms. "

Xiaoyou was a quiet girl in the class. When she left school, she was a sophomore at the age of 16. She disappeared without warning. Even the girls who ate with her every day didn’t know where she had gone. The classmates in the class thought she was Just ask for leave for something, just ignore it when the air is gone.

Xiaoyou didn't want to think about whether anyone would think of her when she left suddenly for so long, and she didn't want to pay attention to the bunch of idiots in the school.Only she clearly knows the extreme disgust deep in her heart.The idea of ​​leaving suddenly after entering high school has flashed in my mind more than once.She once knew clearly that for the past three years, or even her entire life, she would not be able to escape from the shackles she was born with.But she will still hear the heart-piercing roar of the monster bred in the darkest part of her heart. Even though her skin was worn out by the cold chains, she never stopped fighting.

And now she has finally left, at the best age.

Sitting near the window of the high-speed rail, Xiaoyou half-closed her eyes and watched the green outside the window fly backwards quickly, her consciousness gradually became dull. That numb life.She never told anyone about her family.Family relationship is one of the few sensitive points of her. Others think that her family is harmonious and happy. In fact, she herself feels that she has nothing to complain about, but deep down she cannot avoid leaving her family behind.

Can something really be blamed on her?Mom always complains that she asks too much, and Dad always leaves early and returns late.She grew up in the midst of her mother's beating and scolding and her father's silence, so she also became a child who was silent on the outside and noisy on the inside, but many people saw her loneliness on the outside, but no one could share her inner noise.The family relationship is as bad as water. When she grew up, she wanted to talk to them calmly countless times, but was finally forced back to the original point by the indifference and cracks accumulated in her heart over the years.She thought she hated them very much, but the hatred disappeared in an instant when she faced them. She also hated herself, hated her indecision, hated her over-dependence.

Many nights, she would shed tears without warning. She listened to her slow heartbeat and stretched out her fingers. She seemed to feel that the dark time was slowly moving forward, and everyone around her was moving forward with time. Okay, only she was left where she was.

So she didn't know when, she wanted to end her empty life countless times.But whenever she saw the veins under the skin of her slender wrist, she knew the fragility of life and her survival instinct.

In fact, she didn't want to die at all, she just didn't want to live with this attitude of life.

All she wanted was to be reborn.

What she wants is to be with her parents often. If she grows up in warmth, she will not have a cowardly and autistic character.She will make many friends, grow up in laughter instead of indifference, and she will be a flower instead of a speck of dust.

Xiaoyou knew that he had depression, but he never asked anyone for help.She can hear the hunger of her soul, and she also wants to kill annoying classmates and even dull parents.But she is a sensible and timid person after all.She knows that most of the time, she is worried about gain and loss. She knows that the world is not indifferent, but why can't she feel warmth.

In many classic movies, what is touching between the main characters is not love, but mutual redemption.

I want to be redeemed.

Ying Man wrote on his Weibo trumpet.

Pain that can be understood is not pain.Sakura understands.

She stretched out her slender fingers, drawing lines on the glass.

This is the top floor of the hotel.Same as her family.

If it falls from here, will the body be shattered tragically like a cherry blossom?

Death is not beautiful. Even if she was a great beauty in life, she will still have spots and rotten skin after death.Just like mom.

Recently, I often dream about my mother.

I dreamed that she was sitting under a blooming cherry tree, wearing a white kimono, and combing her long black hair slowly with a wooden comb.The crescent moon spills over her through cascading pledges.She saw her playing in the dark and reached out to her.

Come, come to mother.

She looked at her and nodded.Run hard.But the distance between them was getting farther and farther. She shouted in horror, but she was still unable to get close to her, until she completely disappeared into the darkness.

Every time she was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, her back was wet with cold sweat.

She could feel the fear from the darkness. The darkness was like quicksand, swallowing him bit by bit. The point was swallowed by quicksand, and even in the end, she became a grain of sand.

Yingman is always struggling to wake up from the dream.

There are as many people in the Shanghai subway as in the legend.

Xiaoyou obediently lined up to check the bag, and when she took the bag, she met a fair and slender hand,

The owner of the hand glanced at her, didn't speak, just took the bag away,

It wasn't until the people behind made an uncomfortable voice that Xiaoyou came back to his senses,

that girl, so beautiful,

Like cherry blossoms.

Yingman found the drink he wanted in the vending machine next to the subway.

Then came out.

Xiaoyou opened the backpack, but found that it was not his own.

There is an exquisite Japanese style notebook, a Dior lipstick, a Chanel wallet, an iPhone, a dagger, and a plane ticket from Shanghai to Tokyo.

Xiaoyou panicked when she lost her bag, but she calmed down in an instant. There was nothing important in her bag, and the change and cards were in her pockets. Even if she lost it, it would not cause much loss.

Whose bag is it?

Xiaoyou thought of the girl with exquisite and soft makeup like cherry blossoms that she had photographed at the subway station, and her heart sank suddenly.

Acting alone, I finally managed to lose my bag.

Yingman sat on a bench in the park, opened Weibo and wrote this sentence, and after a while, there were countless useless replies. After closing Weibo, I felt very boring. ——Probably picked up someone else’s by mistake at the subway, as for whose, Yingman has no memory.

Obviously the hand feel is so much worse, how could it be wrong?

Yingman was very depressed in his heart, although he could buy all kinds of miscellaneous things again, but the plane that was about to take off, alas, the plan to go to Japan would have to be postponed for a while, why is it always so twists and turns?

Yingman took out the things in Anonymous's bag, only a mobile phone, a book and a notebook, Huawei's mobile phone, never used, the book is Osamu Dazai's Disqualification in the World, cute Dazai, the cover design of the book is good, brown There is a stamp pattern of the Eiffel Tower printed on the bottom of the , the back is the morning light logo, the theme is the city, and a word is neatly written on the yellow eye protection page:

Voyage.

Xiaoyou sat on a park bench, staring at the dazzling LOGO in a daze.

Book another ticket, that's all.

Yingman put the things in his backpack, threw them into the trash can together, and got up.

A little girl with twin ponytails ran over immediately, quickly occupied the seat, cheered and waved to the distance, Mom, come on, Mom!

Yingman looked at the place where she was waving. A slender woman in a green dress walked towards the little girl with a smile. Her eyes were full of doting, and there were beautiful pear blossom swirls in her smile. Her long black hair was pulled up high by an ebony hairpin. , she looked at Yingman who had just got up, with a slight helplessness in her eyes, as if apologizing for her daughter's ignorance, Yingman returned her a smile and left.

The emerald green skirt and the hairpin in the black hair.

If the park is not planted with sycamores but cherry blossoms, it really coincides with the memory.

Xiaoyou rested at the guest house,

She didn't touch the neat hundred-dollar bills in her wallet, she opened her cell phone, there was no password, and there were no contacts in the address book, Xiaoyou looked at the sky through the window that was not cleaned, it was obviously the same city, The scenery she got at a high place was also different from what she saw.

It is an exquisitely dressed queen, proudly looking down on people who are as small as ants.

All living beings are as insignificant as an ant.

The same is true for looking down from a high place, and the same is true for looking up at a high place from a low place.

There are lights flickering in the sky in the distance. Is it that plane?

The air weighed heavily on her.

I don't know when it started to drizzle outside the window,

She sat on the bed under the quilt and listened to the sound of dripping rain, her breathing lightly turned into a void,

All reason is connected to the body like a spider silk thread. Slowly, the thread becomes thinner and shallower. With a bang, the raindrops hit the glass window,

Snapped--

The line is broken.

Yingman stood up abruptly, ran to the window three steps at a time and pushed it open, shouting loudly towards the cloud-covered sky,

The hysterical yelling was lost in the sound of the rain, the blue curtains were rattling, the wind blowing messy hair, the thin shoulders were wet by the rain,

The tip of her nose was red, and her eyes filled with tears.

Xiaoyou was woken up by the ringtone of the mobile phone.

The girl's cell phone,

The number is unfamiliar, Xiaoyou hesitated, connected,

"Hey?"

The other party did not speak.

Xiaoyou felt strange, did he make a mistake?

Just when I was about to hang up, I heard a woman on the other side sobbing.

Yingman is a freelance writer, and his work and rest habits are very bad.

If there is no major incident, she usually sleeps until eleven o'clock in the morning before getting up.

But this morning I was woken up by a knock on the door.

Ignored it at first, but the knock on the door persisted,

Yingman tried his best to get up, unwilling to get up, like a child who was robbed of candy,

Yingman opened the door with a sleepy face.

There is a girl outside the door, kneading and kneading, ashamed to speak,

The girl dared not look directly at her,

He just held out the bag in front of her eyes and said,

"Give you."

A child who is too ordinary to remember.This is Yingman's only impression.

The accent is a northerner, and he is average in all aspects, a little shy, or in other words, not confident.

"So, how do you know that I live here?" Yingman poured some wine for her, Xiaoyou took it uncomfortably, took a sip, and almost spat it out with a strange taste.

Yingman thought it was a little funny, but still had no expression on his face.

"Your mother told me you live here."

"Oh."

There was an unusual silence in the air.

"Your mother is very worried about you." Xiaoyou said cautiously, she always felt that the girl in front of her was not easy to mess with.

"She doesn't have to worry about me."

amount……

I always feel that the dialogue is very weird, are all people in the city like this?

"Your plane crashed last night. Your mother is very worried about you. You should call her back." Xiaoyou mustered up the courage to add.

Yingman seemed to be frozen, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time. After a long time, she turned her head stiffly, and said word by word,

"Missing, what?"

Xiaoyou felt a little embarrassed, but still nodded.

The corners of Yingman's mouth turned up, and he laughed out loud, until he leaned forward and back and frowned, until he burst into tears and lost his voice.

Why, she didn't catch that flight?

How good it is to drown in a deep sea.

Yingman suddenly thinks of her mother, that classical beauty who likes to wear green skirts, her former peerless beauty will eventually turn into dirt, maybe she will become like that one day.

It's better to fall into the deep sea.

"Hey, Xiaoyou, go to a place with me." Xiaoyou, who was forcibly dragged by Yingman to eat and drink, could only agree helplessly, saying, when will she be able to give her things when she arrives? !

They stopped by the river,

"There are still 15 minutes." Yingman looked at his watch and said.

"what?"

"Shh, look!"

Yingman pointed to the place where the sea and the sky meet.

A red sun is rising.

Xiaoyou suddenly had a sore nose.

Yingman opened the phone case and threw the SIN card into the river.

"Give you."

Eh?

Xiaoyou took the phone, at a loss.

"I lost your bag. I'm going to Japan soon, and I haven't brought anything. The only thing I can pay you is this."

iPhone?How much is her mobile phone worth.

"I won't use it in the future. My mother is waiting for me in Japan, and she will buy me the latest version."

Yingman stuck out his tongue mischievously.

"The little girl finally came out once, so have fun."

"how about you?"

Xiaoyou came up with this sentence out of nowhere,

"Me? I want to go back to my hometown."

In Kyoto in spring, a girl in a green skirt is walking on a street full of cherry blossoms. The girl walks very slowly, as if she wants to slow down time and become eternity with the first cherry blossoms.

After a long time, the girl stopped in front of an old door, gently pushed it open,

"ただいま，お母さん."

The author has something to say: The ending is: Yingman committed suicide at the place where his mother died when he returned to his hometown in Kyoto, and Xiaoyou died in a car accident on the way home

☆, magic domain

If my life is a long silent river, then you are the jumping waves embellishing my lonely life.

My life begins with your clear eyes and ends with your sad eyes.

If I recall the past, it was a dark time that was sometimes clear and sometimes chaotic, but it was always your clear or innocent or sad eyes that were used to enhance the color. Every little emotion of yours grew up with me, and you are also my life. the only one.

Childhood purgatory is a memory that I dare not touch. When I was young, I was accompanied by your smile. When I was an adult, I used my loneliness to pay homage to your smile. Now, you use your cruelty to drive me into hell.

Such years are like a sad dream. As a dreamer, I don't want to wake up.

The straight and sharp branches pierced the chaotic sky, the rusty iron windows exuded a decaying atmosphere, and the mist filled the air. The bats hanging upside down suddenly opened their blood-red Tongling eyes, and their sharp chirping pierced the eardrums like broken strings.

I watched the moon quietly rotating in the misty sky through the iron window.

Humming and roaring in the brain, like a collapsed city wall, shattered and weak, the evil cells are circulating, spreading, and eroding.

The endless years of captivity, so long.

——What kind of pain do you have to go through before you can change from clarity to chaos, from innocence to sin?

——How long will it take for you to transform from a chrysalis to a butterfly?

My name is Lian, and I grew up in the cold palace of the Demon Realm. I was accompanied by the loneliness of the abyss, and a white figure who often came to me. After I was left, I was given death, and I was also sent to this deep cold palace.

The Demon Realm is the land under our feet. I don’t know how big it is. I only know that its environment is extremely harsh, and lifeless barrenness occupies two-thirds of the Demon Realm—on this land, Various races have lived for generations, and they use their blood to separate the high and the low, the poor and the rich.

On the coast of the Forbidden Sea, there used to be the oldest family of spirit snakes.

The old man in the cold palace once told me that spirit snakes are the oldest race, but they are not the most powerful. Demons will die instantly.

A not-so-powerful race possesses terrifying power, but it makes me feel very cordial.

I am Zijun from Moyu, the girl with big blinking eyes and waist-length black hair is my younger sister—maybe I should call you "His Royal Highness"—because you have the purest blood and symbolize Mo Yu's black hair and red eyes.

You always like to run around in the dark palace in a pure white dress, your smile is as pure and flawless as your eyes.

Such an innocent smile accompanied me through my childhood.

Your father treasures you.

Xi La is my best friend and my only comrade-in-arms in the deep palace. He once spent my childhood in purgatory with me.He likes to stand on the black tile roof, look up at the eternal blue and misty sky of the Demon Realm, and let the moonlight from time to time melt into his chaotic eyes.

The maze pattern of a butterfly is painted in the corner of his eyes, and the dark wings of a butterfly are spread behind his back.

He is the most powerful killer of his father, and his power is so powerful that it makes people feel sorry for the victims.

——Slaughtering the entire spirit snake family is his most shining record.

Xila flapped her butterfly wings and landed in front of me. The pattern of the butterfly exuded faint blue fluorescence, drawing a beautiful arc in the ethereal night.

Are you willing?There was a smile in the chaotic eyes, like catkins falling into the mud.

Don't pry into my mind at will, I walked past him and warned him with your so-called "cold ice mountain" voice.

Hehe, Xi La didn't speak any more, a treacherous smile rippling on her pale and delicate face, the Die Wen in the corner of her eyes seemed to be alive, restless, manic, twisting, twisting.

I was lying on the cold bed, let the moonlight shroud my dark red eyes, the whole room was entwined with faint blood, the clear glass contained mellow red wine, the sinful cells were flowing like a deep still stream .

——Looking at your clear blood eyes through the bloody mist.

——The moonlight pierces through the mist, and you, shrouded in silver moonlight, are so independent from the world.

The quiet and deep river flows into the cold heart, and then flows into every blood vessel from the heart. The light, beautiful, blue world; the silent, forbearing, blue world.

The cloudy sky filled with blue mist hides the proudly flying figures of griffins and the astrolabe that cannot be detected by the naked eye. I follow my father's order to do various tasks in various places in the Demon Realm. Every time I look up, I can see through The mist sees your clear eyes and recalls your naughty or pure and happy little appearance.

The magic wattle tree is the only scenery in this lonely and cold palace. During the flowering season, it will bloom dreamlike purple flowers, and the tall trees will be covered with glittering and translucent blossoms. When the wind blows, the petals will fill the sky and envelop the eyes under the tree. .

You always love to lie under the bauhinia tree after eating and drinking, and mutter in your dreams with a satisfied face—brother.

A magic thorn fell and landed on your delicate collarbone, complementing the black birthmark of the spirit snake.

Your fair face is as soft as a flower, and you under the pure white dress are like a holy white rose blooming in the blue mist.

——You who were originally a witch, why did you appear so like a banished fairy?

The saintess of the Blue Bird Tribe came to visit.False enthusiasm ignited in this silent magic palace.

That was the first time I attended such a grand banquet——as the son of Moyu, I knew what my father's purpose was, and hollow ripples rippled in my numb heart.

The coquettish she and the pure you.

The arrogant and domineering her and the innocent and willful you.

——For the first time, I saw the stern, blade-like killing intent in your pure eyes.

The blue bird saint was killed in the palace, and when she was found, the blood had already drained and penetrated into the black earth through the agarwood board, turning it into nutrients that nourished the magic thorn.

My father ordered an investigation, but Sira secretly handed over the broken crystal necklace found at the scene to me.

The sky of the Forbidden Sea is a deep and dull blue, and the looming starlight falls on the golden sand like broken diamonds. The dark blue sea rises and falls regularly, and every time the tide ebbs, a string of crystal shells will be left behind.

The moonlight here is beautiful silver.

You are wearing a pure white dress, stepping barefoot on the soft beach, under the moonlight, there is a layer of hazy moonlight on your ankles, the sea breeze is stirring your blue hair, and your face is clean and dusty.

I follow you, walking in this quiet lakeside, dark blue world, black me, pure white you.

I hugged you from behind, and put crystal diamonds on your fair and slender neck.

Your body froze instantly, and then let out a sneer.

The sharp spirit snake at the collarbone shines with dazzling darkness.

Why? I hugged you tightly, feeling angry in my heart. How could you be so pure and stained by that blood?

You didn't speak, just kept laughing, and I felt the temperature on your body gradually getting colder.

If I say, I like you, will you laugh?elder brother.

You turned to face me, looking at me with sad eyes full of tears, I froze for a moment - you are so beautiful, you are never suitable for crying, you are suitable for laughing.

Without allowing me to react, you stand on tiptoe and kiss me deeply.Cold tears fell on my cheeks.

——Since then, how long have you not seen each other again?

——Since then, how many times have you dreamed back in the middle of the night, and all you see are tears on your face and your back running away in a hurry?

The memory afterward sliced ​​through the brain like a blade, the battle between light and darkness, the demon king and the queen died in battle, the princess disappeared, a will, and the son of the demon realm, Demon Chain, succeeded to the throne.

Coming of age and enthronement ceremonies.

Just like that, I was pushed to the highest peak of the regime without preparation, and lost you without any retention.

My great and selfish father, you gave all your fatherly love to your younger sister, but you put all your hopes on me.

I know that the date written in the will is the moonlit night when my sister was born.

You want this child to live a happy and carefree life, so you hand over all the sins to me.

You might think I would hate, but I don't.

—Because I, like you, want her to be happy.Very happy very happy.

After taking the throne, I became a lonely and contented person.I know you're hiding somewhere in the world, and I think you'll be fine if you're so self-willed and domineering.

But I was wrong.

The bright light in your eyes has been extinguished, and the chaos is dirty and dusty.When I see you again a year later, I dare not touch or speak.

I'm afraid that all this is just an illusion, maybe I hope that all this is an illusion.

The once transparent soul was covered with thick dust like an abandoned basement.

There was no god, and the dry eyes that seemed to have shed all tears no longer lost their light.

You who are silent, you who cannot be touched, you who pass me by with your downcast hair covering your delicate face, two lines of tears that I have never seen keep falling down, falling down.

The blue misty sky remains, and the bloody moonlight falls like petals, dancing between the sky and the earth.

The magic palace changes.

I'm a prisoner, and you're on the throne that's rightfully yours.

You used extremely pure blood and extremely shrewd means to win me, whose blood is not pure and the regime is not stable.

The evil thorns bloom wantonly in the bloody night.

In the sky shrouded in blue mist, will the moonlight never be able to penetrate?

——As long as you are still here, as long as you are happy.

It doesn't matter what my brother does.

Xi La's face was still delicate, and her eyes were still cloudy.

It seemed so simple to him to pass through all the defenses and enter the strictest prison of the Demon Palace.

At the end of the road paved with magic prison stones, you stand indifferently.

She is not your sister.The spirit snake is dead.

A treacherous smile bloomed on Xi La's face, and the foggy past life was separated from her cloudy eyes.

Charming butterflies emerged from the corners of Xi La's eyes, dazed, fluttering, and disturbing.The cold blue wings that suddenly fluttered brought a whirlwind, floating your wide hem, sultry black hair, slender neck, delicate collarbone—and... the disappearing imprint of the spirit snake.

A mountain in my heart that suppressed too many complicated emotions collapsed.

I raised my air blade, a ruthless sword, and pierced deeply into your chest. You didn't dodge. Under the wall lamp of the dark fire, your face was particularly sad.The hand raised the knife and fell, the blood spurted out in a beautiful arc, my heart sank suddenly, and I looked at you with tears in my eyes in disbelief.

But you are not my sister, no!

Xila took me through a barren wilderness.

——It was a land full of dead bodies, howling winds, and flames, a cursed lifeless land, a land where all evil was exiled.

Evil souls linger in the chaotic firmament.

I was walking in the barren hills, and your face gradually appeared in my mind. Looking at the cracked land, I saw a bloody corpse everywhere. Welt marks, blood seeping into the ground, a withered rose bloomed along the small undercurrent, now dried up, leaving only spots of blood.

The heart seemed to be checked repeatedly by a blunt instrument, and the pain seemed to be suffocating.

Light rain began to fall in the gray sky, and the soul floating in the air was still floating around, dancing around the corpse as if reluctant to leave.The light rain moistened the long-dried land, and green shoots gradually emerged.

Xi La's smile became more and more treacherous, and her chaotic eyes concealed madness.

——Why did the remains that should have been buried with the lament wake up again.

——My cursed girl, where will you wander?

I didn't have time to touch your story, and I didn't have time to see the imprint of the spirit snake under the scar.

Golden curly hair cascading down her shoulders, a pair of bewitching green eyes with sparkles, high nose and deep eyes, beautiful appearance, tall and straight figure exuding the sacred aura that belongs to the fairyland-but, who would have thought that , this outwardly holy son Gilgamesh has secretly colluded with the Devil Party for many years?

A strong phantom rushes into my mind like a wave about to move.

The sky is bright, and golden powder falls from the sky, like a fluttering magic thorn.The prosperous buildings are full of gold and silver, towering in layers of floating clouds.The road zooms into thin golden belts, criss-crossing in the prosperity of the heavenly realm, as if it has spread to the end of the world.

With her back to the light, Sira let her well-versed projections sprinkle on the white marble floor.

The sacred hall, the slaughtering devil, there is no sense of disobedience at this moment, as if he belongs here.

Unforgiving soil under treacherous sunlight.

The seeds of evil planted several years ago have finally broken through the ground.

He stood by the window coffin, waiting for new branches.

The huge gate leaning on the sky is supported high by carved pillars wrapped with angel patterns, and the most dazzling holy light in the resplendent hall.At the end of the corridor is a delicately framed picture scroll.In the painting, the figure of the woman with blond hair hanging down her waist is hazy.

She is my love.

Ten thousand feet of golden light sprinkled his hair, and his white jade-like face was slightly lost.

In the painting, the black spirit snake is facing the woman, and the black arrogance is filled with white yearning.

—it killed her.

—You killed her.

With the assistance of Gilgamesh, I led the demon party loyal to me to launch a rebellion.

The ignited beacon fluttered lovesickness all over the sky.

Drums of war