(a)

The flames are burning.

Yanhua burned her own flesh and blood, and the flames that turned into them were now wrapping Nalan Twilight's right arm, and the flames were dazzling, like a feather coat.

He didn't feel pain, or mental, pain. Although his body was constantly collapsing, even though he had experienced life and death again, he wonderfully did not feel the pain, not even the pain he had before, he could no longer feel it. At this moment, the only feeling that still stimulates his nerves is ......

Warm.

The warm current, flowing down the veins of his arm, flowed throughout his body, and finally poured into his heart. It was like being gently embraced in my mother's arms.

At that moment, thousands of thoughts boiled in Nalan Yu's mind. He remembered the day he met this girl named Yanhua in the Fire Zone, and he saved her from the mouth of the youkai, not because he was a good person, but just, on a whim, he wanted to get a loyal enough servant at hand, and by the way, he added another helper to the Red Devil Pavilion, which had not been very well staffed. A person like Yan Hua, on the one hand, is unfamiliar with life when she first arrives, on the other hand, she has just escaped from danger, and she is still frightened, just like a frightened little rabbit, she is willing to follow you with a carrot, let you drive and use it. It may hurt to say it, but at the beginning, the reason why Nalan Yu chose her was not because there was any reason why she had to, but because of convenience, low cost, low risk, easy to call, that's all.

"If it's not easy to use, it's a big deal to dispose of it directly. "Since I gave her a second life, and all that came with it, of course I have the right to take back everything I have given." ”

It's like a prop.

To say that at the beginning, this girl left an impression on him, unfortunately, he really didn't have a good impression of her. On the outside, it is rustic, but on the inside, it is almost a cowardice without a bottom line, timid and afraid, unbearable, and the only advantage is probably loyalty, no second heart. Of course, her limited abilities could not sustain any ambitions. She is like a leftover chicken rib, tasteless to eat, discarded, looking at her honest and pitiful appearance, Nalan Yu really can't get this hand.

Later, she changed.

She began to learn, how to use her abilities, how to fight, although in Nalan Twilight's eyes, her level was still not up to the top, but at the very least, when she needed to stand up, she had the confidence to stand up. She's still timid, but at some point, she's not going to back down. She may not be a "hero", but she is already a "warrior", a person who will shed blood and fight hard to protect everything she loves. Gradually, he began to recognize, from the bottom of his heart, that Yanhua in the Fire was indeed a partner to rely on, although she was not so reliable.

What changed her was these off-line or reliable happy friends in the Red Devil Pavilion, or the magical soil of Gensokyo, or a small seed that had been buried in her heart since she was a child, and now it finally germinated and blossomed? And, in turn, Yanhua, who has changed physically and mentally, has rewritten Nalan Twilight's fate. This may be the so-called "karma", an unexpected encounter, accompanied by mutual change.

That's why, Nalan Twilight will feel warm from the heart. Yanhua left him forever, he should have grieved, but he didn't, he should have been angry, but he didn't, the warm current overflowing from his heart only meant a, strong and powerful emotion.

That's "gratitude."

"Thank you, Yanhua. ”

I would like to pay my highest respect to my deceased comrades-in-arms, and then ......

I won't, I won't, let your sacrifice go to waste. At this moment, the only thing I can do is ......

"Sheila, pay me the blood debt!"

You owe me so much, new accounts, old accounts, every blood debt, Sheila, you have to pay it off today, not a single cent!

Nalan roared, concentrating all the power that had erupted from his heart on his right hand. The five fingers that pierced deep into Sheila's left chest pushed forward a little further, and finally, touched her heart.

The flames that wrapped around Nalan Twilight's arm moved for a moment, like flowing water, rushing towards his fingers, and then down his fingertips, surging into Sheila's chest. Then, Sheila's immortal flesh and bones melted like ice and snow melting in the warm spring sun, and the jewel of eternal life force, the "True Ancestor Heart", was once again unreservedly exposed to Nalan Twilight.

The orange-red flames gnawed away at Sheila's flesh, fighting against her infinite vitality, and for a moment she did not fall behind. This is the power of Yanhua, flesh and blood are fire, life is food, and it burns more and more until everything is burned out. With infinite power in her hands, Sheila naturally has a way to extinguish the flames that originate from the "limited" realm. Even so, in this extremely short moment, she still couldn't change the fatal fact that her biggest weakness was exposed under Nalan Yu's nose.

In the fire, Yanhua sacrificed himself, turned into flames, and carved a crack in the wall of despair like a dark night, and the light of hope is coming!

It was only a split second chance of victory, and the only thing Nalan Twilight had to do was to reach out and hold it in the palm of his hand before it slipped away. He did, he reached out, grabbed Sheila's heart, and, with a hand, ripped all the blood vessels and pulled it out of his chest.

"Uh-huh!"

At that moment, the corners of Sheila's mouth twitched, and a muffled snort slipped out of her throat. Seeing this, Nalan said with a smile:

"Does it hurt? Don't be afraid, it'll be over soon. ”

He held up the "True Ancestor Heart" that was still beating and flickering in front of him, and looked at the crimson light with a little intoxication.

"This 'heart' cannot be destroyed, and as long as it remains, you are immortal. In this way, there is only one way to defeat you. ”

With that, he tore open the wound on his chest with his left hand, which had not yet healed completely, reached into his chest, and crushed his own heart.

"Ahem!"

Blood poured out of his mouth, and he choked on coughing a few times, swallowing a few mouthfuls of spit mixed with blood, and then continued:

"That's it...... Keep this heart for yourself!"

Before he could finish speaking, the "True Ancestor Heart" had been stuffed into his own chest. The heartless chest cavity had only now seemed empty, and now Cain's heart fit perfectly into the empty space in his chest, like a key inserted into the correct keyhole. His veins immediately connected to the ruby, and when the light in the gem began to beat again, Nalan Twilight could feel that the endless life force was pulsating in his body.

"It's like it's made for me, you deserve to be my creator, Sheila. No, that's how it should be said......"

"We are all descendants of the same person, with the same blood flowing in our bodies, and the power you have inherited can also be passed on by me. ”

He took a step back, then yelled:

"Cut off!"

"Smack!"

The thin red thread that connected his and Sheila's lives was finally broken. It had fulfilled its mission, and now, Nalan Twilight no longer needed to share her life with Sheila, he just wanted her to die.

The moment the connection of life was severed, the wounds on Nalan Tsi's body began to heal at a high speed, and it was completely recovered in the blink of an eye. Sheila, on the other hand, "pounced", fell to her knees and hung her head. Blood that had lost its temperature gushed from the wounds in her mouth, nose, and chest, staining her white dress red. Her countenance, too, was visibly haggard. Now she looks like a pure white lily that is about to wither and wither, and the blood dripping on the petals is an elegy for her long and eventual life.

"It's over, Sheila. Nalan Yu said, "From today onwards, I will inherit all your power and become the new 'Second True Ancestor'. And you, that's the end of it. ”

He took another step forward and pressed his right bloodstained hand to Sheila's forehead.

"Finally, tell me, Sheila, how does it feel to be defeated by your own creation?" he asked.

Sheila returned with a pause that was not long, not short, and then a smile that was unexpected.

At that moment, the heart that had just been snatched from Nalan Twilight's chest beat violently. Blood rushed to his brain, and he knew that this emotion was "shocking".

And not only, it's because of Sheila's rare smile, even on this pale and haggard face that is fully revealed, it is also shockingly beautiful. In fact, he was already vaguely aware. This True Ancestor Heart belonging to Sheila communicated everything to him the moment it docked with his veins.

"Feeling...... If there is anything I can still feel, it is probably 'cold'! The so-called 'death' is what it feels like...... After living for so long, I've finally experienced ......"

Sheila used her small, slender hand, which had long since lost all strength, to grasp Naran's wrist and remove his right hand from her forehead. Her hands were as cold as ice, and just touching them aroused goosebumps all over Nalan Hao's body.

She raised her head, her forehead was stained with the blood in Nalan Twilight's palm, and the corners of her mouth were stained with her own blood, and just like that, she looked up at Nalan Twilight's eyes, and said to him with this bloodstained smile:

"Also, like you, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. ”

When did this urge start? I don't remember exactly how long I lived. All in all, by the time I realized it, 'living' itself was already an ordeal for me. ”

"In that long time, I have long since lost love and hate, joy and pain, joy and sorrow, and all that I should have as a 'living being', and in the end, I am nothing more than a walking dead to live. ”

"So I chose to die, just like our ancestor, Cain. Death is a part of life, death is the final sleeping destination of life, and life is always incomplete without death. ”

"But I can't die, because this heart in my chest that never stops, I can't die, not even suicide. As soon as I was born, I bore the bounty of eternal life, and the pain of eternal life, forever. ”

"Unless, I can find one, the Prince Charming of fate, to kill me, take my heart, and bring me true liberation. I finally met you, and looking into your eyes, I knew you were the one I was looking for. It's not because you have any natural talents, but because, quite simply, I, ah, from the very beginning, have been in love with you. ”

"That feeling, if I can still feel it, it must be 'love'!"

"I know that you are the one who can save me, for no reason, I just believe that you will be able to do it eventually. So I'm going to hurt you, by the most cruel means I can think of, to hurt you deeply, to make you hate me, to make you want to kill me every moment as long as you are gasping. ”

"In the end, you did it, you ended it all with your own hands, congratulations. I will die, and you will live, but it is I, not you, who wins. Being killed by someone I love is the ending I want. You, on the other hand, have to carry everything I once carried and embark on an eternal journey. You will eventually get bored, and you will eventually be unable to bear the curse of eternal life, and then, go to someone you love and hate you, kill you, and pass on this immortal heart. Everything that has happened in the past thousand years will be repeated in the distant future, and you will eventually become the next 'me'. ”

"So, do it, Nalan Twilight. ”

As she spoke, she moved Nalan Twilight's right hand back to her head.

"Kill me, as the Second True Ancestor, this is your fate and mine. ”

Nalan Twilight's Adam's apple twitched up and down a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't tell them. He looked at Sheila, who was calmly dying, and his expression was complicated—a sign of his equally complex heart. Thousands of thoughts were intertwined, and the memories of the past were like tens of thousands of people in an entire auditorium, all expressing what they saw in his ears, noisy and chaotic. But in the end, with a "silence" from the soul, there was no one in the whole auditorium, and there was no more noise.

The time has come to decide, and he has to do what he has to do. As for the road ahead, let's talk about it.

"As you wish. ”

This is the last sentence he left behind in the world, the shell of the original second true ancestor Sheila.

In the next moment, Sheila's flesh disintegrated and dissipated like ashes in front of him, flying away like smoke.

It's over.

(b)

Yakumo Zi knew that those who belonged to Nalan Twilight, but those who loved and hated hatred, the fateful battle was over.

By the time she passed through the cracks in the space and arrived at the scene, the ruins of the Eternal Pavilion had burned to the ground, and the rest of the charcoal was indistinguishable in its original shape. Wisps of green smoke floated upwards towards the round in the sky, pale and cold, and even a slightly sad full moon. This moon has been lost for a long time, although the abnormal red moon only lasted for more than one night, in the hearts of everyone in Gensokyo, it seems to have shone on this land, a whole "eternal" era.

Nalan Twilight was lying on the grass not far away, naked and naked, looking up at the night sky.

"Thank you, my warrior. ”

She quietly walked up to Nalan Twilight, lowered her head, smiled brightly, and said to him.

His black hair, for some time, had become a flawless white color. "One night with a white head", such a thing happened to a vampire whose appearance would not change the slightest bit for a thousand years, and it still made Yakumo Purple startled a little.

Nalan Twilight ignored her, just stared silently into the distance, the moon shadow reflected in his eyes. After a while, he opened his mouth and said:

"Purple, I have a request......"

"Say it. ”

"Can you kill me?"

Purple smiled.

"Unfortunately, no. ”

"You're so cruel. ”

With that, Nalan closed his eyes.