The more anxious I was in my heart, the faster I walked under my feet. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 However, this speed is still not satisfied, and it spreads its wings, flies into the air and falls.

It's not that I can't see the exit in the intertwined labyrinth, but I'm worried......

After all, the speed of flying is relatively fast, so fast that the green kite can't believe that everything in front of her can be collected in her eyes. He has a limited amount of time, only four hours!

So he was afraid, afraid of missing out.

However, among all living beings, how can a person be so easy to find?

In this Horcrux is another world. It's so quiet that there's hardly any sound. All souls are translucent because they are mutilated. Some even barely see what their faces look like.

"The soul in a Horcrux is incomplete. Those souls were only one of the three souls and seven spirits, so it was impossible to determine whether this wisp of remnant soul was still the original form of the body. ”

Before he came in, the man in black had told him so. It is extremely difficult to find one of them among thousands of souls, not to mention that the remnant soul that is looking for does not even know what it looks like!

The green kite walked briskly, not daring to stop a single step. All his strength was on his own eyes, hoping that everything around him would not be spared. However, those souls were like ghosts, coming and going silently, and he could only look harder and look for them. There is no better way.

He subconsciously used his right hand to touch the red thread on his left hand, as if in this way he could gain the strength to support him to find it.

"This line is called a lover's knot. As long as you are someone who truly loves you, it will guide you in the right direction. ”

Now he can only pin his hopes on this ordinary silk thread.

Every step he takes, there is an uncontrollable rush from the depths of his heart to his mind, and then emerge. Even if he subconsciously restrained himself, he couldn't stop it. He had forced himself not to think about the past for a long time, but only firmly told himself what to do and what he had to do. Everything else, I don't care anymore. I don't care about status, it's not about life and death. But now I don't know why, those fragments buried in the depths of my memory are becoming clearer and clearer in front of my eyes, and my heart is beating uncontrollably.

Then, the red silk thread on his wrist suddenly burned like a flame on his wrist. The flames burned violently and silently, bringing bone-crushing pain. However, he was shocked to find that his skin was not burned by the burning flames, but that the pain was more and more intense like a meat grinder, and his heart was almost so painful that he could not breathe.

He smiled bitterly and silently. He thought, all of them were infatuated and broken...... That's just the pain, isn't it?

In just an instant, the red thread on his wrist was burned to ashes by the fire. He looked at his empty wrist in disbelief, his eyes aching, and he almost instantly burst into tears.

"Could it be...... Even God is punishing me, but I can't ask for it......"

Suddenly, despair invaded his limbs with blood, and a bone-chilling coldness almost made him feel like he was dead. But there was silence all around, and there was no sound at all. He could hear his own heartbeat and breathing clearly.

He froze in place, thinking that this would be fine. I don't know where the remnant of Red Sleeves is, but at least it's the closest place to her in this Horcrux. Even if you die here...... It's kind of dying together, isn't it?

He lowered his arms and stood there in a daze, closing his eyes. However, at this moment, some light flashed in the darkness and quickly disappeared. At the same time, he heard a familiar sigh.

The sound made him open his eyes suddenly.

"Hey......"

The voice was so soft that it was so light that it could not be heard before it was dispersed into the air. It's like it never happened.

But this voice can be recognized whenever and wherever it is heard. This is the voice that belongs to the Red Sleeves.

Red sleeves have that kind of temperament, and always say that they never sigh. Because in her eyes, everything in the world can be fought for as long as she wants, and if she fights, it should belong to herself, and if she can't fight, it shouldn't belong to herself. She sees everything in the world very lightly.

But he knew, except for his green kite.

Red Sleeves values not herself the most, but the green kite.

Therefore, after knowing the green kite, the red sleeves began to sigh. It's just that she tasted what she couldn't ask for.

The kind of bitter, unwilling, but gentle, relenting sigh. The blue kite never gets it right.

At this moment, it seemed that all the strength returned to his body from all directions. He felt his blood start to rush, and the familiar call almost burst out. He looked around, hoping to spot the figure of his dreams, but saw nothing.

"Red Sleeves ......"

He couldn't help but call out the name he had been thinking about, trying to get a hint of a response from the silence around him. But he failed.

He looked at his arm and muttered, "Is it ...... Is it my delusion?"

"Hey......" Another sigh came, and the green kite was only slightly stunned for a moment, and in a blink of an eye, it ran in the direction where the sound came from.

The red thread on his wrist was gone, but the burning sensation of the hunt had not diminished at all. On the contrary, because he searched for it casually, the convenience became even stronger.

So at this moment, he completely understood the role of this red line!

A lover's knot, only the most indescribable emotions between lovers can be exchanged for a trace of response from the other party. That sigh is the deepest sigh left in the soul of the other party. It is also the only remaining bond between the two people after the death of Red Sleeves.

At the same time, the green kite also instantly understood that what Red Sleeves left him in the end was not love or hate, but a sigh. This kind of realization made him feel painful.

Every time the blue kite takes a step forward, it is very painful. The pain of having almost his entire heart encased in flames, he gave in. But as long as he thought that this was his last chance to resurrect Redsleeves, he wouldn't stop no matter what.

In the past, it was Red Sleeves who gave in every way for him. Now, he has no regrets about dying for the red sleeves.

For some reason, the more painful it is, the more calm the green kite becomes.

"Keeping flowers can't help but complain about flowers. To the south of the park, the mood is clinging. ”

"It's a pity that it's red and white, a branch. After the rain, and then from the cloth. ”

"With Zhu Ji, put the golden sling. For Fang Cong, melancholy for a long time. ”

"What's more, the old love and the new hatred hinder the heart. ”

"Empty eyes, it's lovesick ......"

He silently recited the poem that Red Sleeves learned with him sentence by sentence, and when the last word fell, he couldn't help but stop his steps. The burning sensation on my wrist suddenly disappeared as if it had never been seen before.

In front of his eyes was a little girl who looked like she was five years old, dressed in red and bloody, with black hair like a waterfall.

In her hand, she held a peach branch that had long since withered. (To be continued.) )