"Luo Li?"

It's a way of communication that I've never been exposed to, and it's obviously a voice that I don't remember. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But whether it's his damn talent or the fluctuation of his soul bloodline, he is telling himself that the voice over there is Luo Li.

"Bastard dead girl, what the hell are you doing, what the hell is going on with that suicide note........"

I still want to ask, I still want to question, but the rain is inexplicably flowing from my cheeks.

Gently touched, but unable to contain.

It's as if a door has opened in the heart, and many things that I didn't dare to think about in the past have been thrown out, and too many emotions have hit everything and become a mess.

Surprised, surprised, angry, I'm afraid it's all there.

But in the end, what was left was fear and happiness from the bottom of my heart.

Glad, joyful, she's still alive.

[....... boy, did you recognize the wrong person? I am the master of the game......]

"You treat me as a fool............."

The words that should have been scolded and even roared could not be said before they were halfway through.

In the end, it turned into a whimper, clogged the nasal passages, and it was still the joy of being lost and regained, which was the most important treasure in this world.

"....... you, alive, alive......... Great, great. ”

Over there, silence, for a long time, quibbling has become pointless.

[....... sorry. 】

In the words, there is a deep apology and tiredness.

"It's okay, you're okay. ”

[I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't be considered okay, after all, I've already died once, and I'm not in this world now.......]

"I will avenge you. ”

No cause, no cause and effect, no goal, no vows, no commitments, no assumptions.

Luo Li on the other end knew that Rorschach would definitely do it.

Half an hour later, when Rorschach walked out of the church of the God of Games, he had the same emblem on his chest as the Grand Priest.

Although Rorschach is still used to smiling at everything, everything has changed, whether it is his attitude towards the world or his expectations for the future.

And Lynn and Sunana, who were outside the door, also waited for a long time.

"Perhaps, it's time for us to talk. ”

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"Once upon a time, our world was not so chaotic. ”

It was a barren and primitive world, with a dusk patch of ground and dark clouds in the sky dense and compressed to the point of substance.

Everything under the thunderstorm is a fast and strong horned dragon, and when it is hit by the thunderstorm, it is still the end of the death on the spot.

There is only a high gray cliff, but it stands above the thunderclouds.

Thunderstorms flow through the clouds below, thunder rings in their ears, and the inhabitants of it can sleep peacefully.

For the Seymours who lived at the summit, the ash trunk burned into steel charcoal was the most practical building material, because the old witch of the clan told them that the gray scale tent would not be pierced by the scattered lightning that flowed in this way.

On top of the high cliffs, hundreds of gray-black tents were erected, and the young men of the Seymour people boldly set fire to the thunderclouds and cook meals, even if they were accidentally struck by a thunderstorm, that is, they were scorched and laughed at by their companions.

And the higher places belong to those children who have not yet grown horns and the old who are old and frail.

In the top tent, a one-eyed old woman with a broken forehead, hunched back, was teaching the children around the campfire about old memories.

"Dah. ”

The slender gray sticks stirred in mid-air, and under the impetus of an invisible force, the turbid smoke gathered together to form a pattern.

There are floating ethereal figures, fire-breathing dragons, giants holding thunderstorms, fairies jumping in the woods, winged birdmen, and most of them....... but there are still strange smiling faces that fall with meteors.

"........ in ancient times, although the thunder season will come on time, our people do not need to suffer on this finger of the sky, the gods have given us the limestone tribe a large enough underground cave, which not only has rich meat mushrooms, but also sweet stone dew, those few months in the ground, even if we rest after the harvest, it is also a good day for young girls to get married. Most of you were probably born seven or eight months after that. ”

Black, thin fingers swayed casually, and the dim smoke formed a long-horned young man and woman with smiling faces.

They were close to each other, laughing and singing, working together, dragging giant insects and dinosaurs into their burrows one by one.

Suddenly, one of the teenagers, wearing a turban, jumped out of the crowd, jumped on the old witch's crooked nose, and bowed his head to kiss her eyes.

"Gege, don't tease the little one. Old, old, all here. ”

The shadow of the girl with the broken horn who was holding hands with the boy before, but made a grimace at the old witch, and then jumped on her head as well, gently touching the traces of the broken horn.

And the old witch herself also showed a rare gentle smile that fell into memory.

When she found that the children were staring at her, she blushed, used a gray wooden staff to disperse the smoke, and continued to speak.

"........But one day, the evil gods came. ”

In the midst of the smoke, meteorites fell, grimaces laughed wildly, and when they landed, countless ghosts swarmed out of the meteorites.

The young men and women fled frantically, but they were still chased and torn apart by the ghosts.

At the moment, there was no hope for everyone.

In front of the children's eyes, the boy with the turban, pushed away the girl with the broken horn, and the other men stood in front of the people, and then ....... turned back into a shattered yellow mist.

The girl with the broken horn cries with a floating turban, but is dragged by the tribesmen to migrate.

They arrive at a new plain, reclaim the manor, raise pigdragons, dig caves, and change their weeping faces back to smiling.

After a few thunder seasons, the girl with the broken horn also became the woman with the broken horn, and just as she led the child to laugh in the orchard........

"They, here they are. ”

This meteorite came more violently than last time, but the result did not make the slightest difference.

The men stayed forever, and the children of the women with broken horns ran slower and left......

After a long silence, the old witch waved her wooden staff again, dragging the smoke shadow, and the picture changed again.

The Brokenhorn Woman and her clan continued to migrate in grief, but what happened after that was no different from before.

The meteor fell, the gods sent out their minions, and the people migrated again.

Only on one occasion, the old patriarch holding the banner fell, and the woman with the broken horn took over the flag and continued to guide the path of the clansmen.

I can't remember how many times I repeated, and finally, the journey seemed to come to an end.

The Broken-Horned Woman laughed as she pointed to a towering mountain, then fell to her knees and wept.

Her people were less than a tenth of the original ones, and beside her, there was a tattered flag, a wreath worn by a child, and a turban that had fallen off.

The smoke makes up two suns and three moons, time passes, smiles replace crying faces again, and it seems that this story is a happy ending.

The silent old woman pulled the gray stick again, and with a gentle snort, the gray-yellow smoke gathered back together.

They fell to the boiling slate and then turned back into a liquid with a sweet scent.

One drop, two drops, some turned into dragon-shaped sugar tablets, some became noodles-like hard candy, and some turned into soft clouds.

"Alright, now that the story is over, you can start eating. ”

If it weren't for waiting to eat misty candy, who would listen to the old woman talk about the ancients.

Finally, when the moment came, the children rushed up and began to share the sugar water.

The cloudy old eyes glanced at the children, one, two........ three more this year, the old witch nodded slightly in satisfaction, and finally her gaze stopped on the wooden shelf in the corner of the tent.

There, hanging is a wreath of withered stalks.

The headscarves have become patches and patterns on children's colored clothes.

Isn't that gray wooden stick that fogs sugar tied to a rag if it were tied to a rag?

And looking at the smiling children who were eating, the corners of the old witch's mouth also showed a slight smile, after all, there is still hope, isn't it.

"Oh no, Grandma Gu, it's not good!"

The exclamation outside the tent made the old witch frown.

"What's the noise, don't you see I'm telling stories to the kids........"

But the view when she opened the tent shocked the old witch so much that she didn't know that she had dropped the gray stick.

Looking from the corner of the tent, on the other side of the sky, silver meteorites are cutting through the sky, and there are countless of them.

In confusion and fear, the witch with the broken horn seemed to hear the wild laughter of countless grimaces in the void.

"You can't escape. ”