When the school bell rings, a bad day is finally over, and Hugo sits back in his chair and breathes a sigh of relief. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info will be subject to strange stares in the days to come, but I don't think it will be any more than today.

Riding the bike to rush out of the campus gate for the first time, feeling the refreshing cool breeze blowing in his face, Hugo felt more relaxed than ever. As the saying goes, Hugo's pressure is especially heavy under such intense attention, and Hugo would rather fight with the skeleton boy again than stay in the classroom for another minute.

On the road, Hugo looked at the surrounding scenery boredly, and suddenly wanted to go to the "East Port" to see Su Wan, even if there were no more fragrant beauties out of the bath, at least a cup of coffee would feel a different kind of warmth.

In the end, though, Hugo bypassed the road to the "East Port" and went straight back to the Malfoy apartment.

After a brief dinner, Hugo went to the balcony on the second floor to look at the scenery in the distance.

The waning moon in the sky hung in the sky like a shallow arc, exuding a hazy and dim light. Hugo's eyes reflected the shadow of the waning moon, which seemed to be real and illusory.

……

I don't know how long later, the little boy slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was a withered and severed hand covered with blood scabs!

On a normal day, anyone who saw this horrific scene would be so frightened that they would scream.

However, the little boy's eyes were full of numbness, and there was no expression in his dark pupils.

Slowly crawling up, the biting chill hitting his body, the little boy unconsciously trembled violently, his teeth gurgling in his mouth.

The whole person curled up in a ball, and spit out clouds of white mist from his mouth and nose. It was gray, and the time was approaching night again, and the little boy estimated that he had been unconscious for a whole day.

Although I didn't drink or eat that day, my body didn't feel hungry, but my mental state was still very good.

It took a long time for the little boy to feel that his frozen stiff body was relieved. Trying to stand up, he took a few steps and moved his body, and everything was fine except for a few staggers.

The little boy began to walk slowly through the city.

The bustling and hustle and bustle of the city of yesteryear is long gone, replaced by crumbling ruins, wreckage, sheds and rubble.

Black smoke rose from the rubble, and the smell choked my eyes and throat. Countless gorgeous and beautiful objects and things in the past, and merry and cheerful characters have now turned into this turbid black smoke and dissipated into the air. The little boy looked up at the fading black smoke thoughtfully.

Sometimes it takes many years for people to grow, and sometimes it only takes a moment.

……

The waning moon still hung at its highest point in the sky, but the dim light was still as faint as it was.

Hugo felt that the moonlight above his head was bleak, but it was still better than the moon ten years ago.

Recalling the past, Hugo didn't feel more emotional, just a faint smile on his lips, no matter how unbearable the past was, thinking about it again after many years would always make Hugo can't help but laugh.

Even the most unforgettable hatred!

The night completely covers the land, and the city is already lit up with neon lights. Brilliant lights illuminated the entire sky and seeped into Hugo's eyes.

Black patterned butterfly wings appeared behind Hugo, guarding Hugo in the middle. The black moire flowed rapidly on the body, not gathering into a pure black patch, as if it was the colorful pattern on the tiger's body. Instead of the previous eerie mask, the face is replaced by a black cross mask, with a hollowed-out cross pattern that only reveals its eyes and nose, revealing a black mystery.

Her silver-white hair fluttered in the wind, like a glossy white in the black.

The butterfly's wings fluttered, and Hugo soared into the night sky, and the silver-white color soared into the sky like a meteor.

......

There were no shooting stars in the sky, and the little boy didn't know who to make a wish to.

The blood-red moon had disappeared since last night, and the heavy dark clouds in the sky completely obscured the sky, without a trace of light, and it was pitch black all around, almost invisible to the fingers.

The night wind rises, roaring and howling in the endless ruins. One after another, wails and wails reverberated in the corners of the city.

The shoes on his feet fell off and were lost at some point, and the soles of his feet kept rubbing against the ground, oozing red blood, and scratching astonishing red marks on the ground.

A strong feeling of hunger struck the little boy, and his steps became more and more difficult and staggering, and finally he collapsed to the ground and could not move.

The back clouds in the sky fluttered in the air, and for a long time, a trace of the moon appeared in the gaps of the dark clouds, dim, unfocused, and full of despair.

The little boy suddenly remembered a fairy tale he had heard before, in which the tragic little girl was borrowed by her grandmother in heaven in the last light of the fire and lived a happy life. The little boy suddenly envied the protagonist in the fairy tale, and he also needed warmth at this moment.

It's a pity that the miracle didn't happen, neither the fire nor the grandmother appeared out of thin air, only the waning moon that had been hidden in the deep clouds.

The little boy looked at the waning moon and suddenly felt like a happy smile.

Plain and sincere.

It was the smile of death.

......

Glass didn't smile, to be precise, his face was cold, so cold that it made people feel cold.

Glass can't be blamed for that, because he really didn't meet anything that would make him happy.

The leader of the second generation of this gambler has been really unhappy recently.

On the table in front of him was a delicate wine glass, which contained this amber red wine, which took on a dreamy and magical color in the light of the room light.

Glass lifted his glass and drank the wine from his head. If a world-renowned sommelier saw this scene, he would have beaten his chest and criticized Grasse's tyrannical nature.

But Glass didn't care about all this, and slammed the glass on the table, and the same flush on his handsome cheeks from the quick drinking did not fade for a long time.

As time passed, Glass's eyes became more angry, and his white eyeballs were covered with fine red bloodshots, which looked very hideous and terrifying.

Eventually, unable to contain his anger, Glass reached for a black telephone on his desk, a retro telephone that had been obsolete centuries ago and was used more as an ornament than for any real purpose, while the telephone used by Glass was a genuine communication device.

Dial a MEID number on the dial pad, and there is a busy tone on the phone.

Toot-toot-toot-toot-

The voice was not interrupted for a long time, but Glass patiently put the microphone to his ear, without the slightest intention of putting it down.

Suddenly, a crisp and cheerful voice rang from the other end of the phone.

"Hello?"