Manhi ......

He stood in a pool of the girl's blood, his hands trembling, not knowing what he was going to do now. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He could feel the girl's life passing, even if he had repaired and reformed her body, it was still an ordinary body.

Holding up the girl, the eyes are still the crystal eyes, the eyebrows with a smile like a crescent moon.

There is a trace of blood between the corners of the lovely upturned mouth.

"My lord, I'm sorry, Manhi shouldn't have ......" He even heard the snoring sound of blood pouring from the girl's lungs as she spoke.

Looking at the girl's nervous appearance, Siwen gently used magic to heal her wounds, why didn't it work!

"Don't speak, I know, I promised you that I won't be impulsive to those ordinary people again. I know you're not like her, and you're not trying to take advantage of me. ”

Xiwen hugged the girl helplessly, and he clearly felt that the girl's vitality had come to an end, not because of the trauma, but because of ......

"Sir, don't like me. I'm going to die. Tears glistened in Manhi's blue eyes.

She suddenly looked at him with a strange look in her eyes, and her face showed mischievousness, joy, admiration, sadness, and other emotions.

Grabbing Xiwen, the girl tilted her head laboriously, waited for Xiwen to lean her head close to her lips, and said in a completely different tone from before: "Luo, you still owe me a bun, next time, I will eat two." ”

No, no, no, no, no!

Siwen finally knew why she came to him, and finally knew why she had such a perfect smile.

I finally knew that some things were too late......

"And ......"

The girl's last words drifted in the wind, and the same was the girl in Xiwen's arms.

From 1431 to the present, this girl has been silently waiting in the Europa Palace for more than 500 years.

Many people used cameras to record the girl in Xiwen's arms turning into a little starlight and drifting away with the wind.

Xiwen numbly stretched out his hand, as if trying to grasp the air in front of him, and tried in vain.

Tears slowly flowed down Xiwen's cheeks. "No ......"

Xiwen is like a wounded lone wolf wailing, and the sadness explodes around Xiwen.

......Hermione, who had come with Alice and Alice through the Swift House and Europa Palace teleportation points, wanted to rush over and hug her tightly.

Alice grabbed her and hugged her, and little Hermione struggled until she ......

Tick, tick.

Tears trickled down Hermione's face, and she held her own foot and looked up at Alice holding her.

"It's raining. ”

The rain of mourning gradually spread from the banks of the Seine, covering Paris, France, Europe, and the whole world.

The people in the cinema walked out of the cinema

The children at the playground stopped playing

All that was left was one emotion, sadness.

Heaven and earth are sad.

Under this shroud of sorrow, the vitality of the earth is rapidly dissipating.

"Are you really not going to go?" the man's voice rang in Hermione's ears as she looked at the man.

Alice shook her head gently, she was even more sad than Sivin, she didn't know how to face it all.

How could Siwen not know why the girl died.

Sistaro stood beside Alice and said impatiently: "If you don't go over and don't confess the truth, you will bear the name of murderer for the rest of your life." ”

At this time, another girl was already standing by Xiwen's side.

The same silver hair, crescent-like eyebrows, upturned corners of the mouth.

"Don't cry. She knelt beside Siwen and held Siwen's head in her arms. (Don't think about the finale of the campus here)

Xiwen didn't react, his godless eyes staring vacantly into the distance.

The singing of a familiar lullaby sounded in Sivin's ears.

His hand clenched tightly, clutching a white soul fragment. Yes, that's just a piece of shard.

Fleur Isabella Delacul Hermione looked over there, she didn't know why Bella was there.

"What did you do?" said Sistar, looking at Alice uncertainly.

Alice smiled bitterly: "I just did what I had to do, kill her, kill her from his heart." ”

"You ......" a hateful expression appeared on Sistaro's face, "you don't force me to expel you. This world is my world. ”

Alice looked at him indifferently, seemingly completely unaware of Sistaro's threat.

"From today onwards, you don't want to show up next to Xiwen, you don't have that qualification. Sistaro glared at Alice.

Alice just hugged Hermione, "You don't have that authority to expel me, my dear brother. In the same way, he does not have that qualification, unless, like Nephilim, you admit your defeat. ”

"You...... Nephilim is you, too?" seemed to fire in Sistaror's eyes.

"I didn't say he was too vulnerable. Just like Xiwen, he has spent a few more reincarnations than Nefitian, isn't it just as fragile. ”

Alice looked at Sistaro: "It's not like some people who don't care about putting their wives in the cold palace for half a century. ”

Sistarus glared angrily, and he turned to Sivin with a very bad face.

There was already a blank space, whether it was Xiwen or Hibiscus, who were long gone.

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Everyday brain holes.

A hundred years later, Hermione Granger, a trembling white-haired old lady, closed her memoir, and she never saw him again. Spanish......

"Hermione, are you thinking about that non-existent person again?" Harry Potter, the toothless old man savior, rarely came to St. Mungo to see his old classmates, only to see Hermione, who was already 100 years old, sad.

He and Ron had long since branched out and had children and grandchildren, and only Hermione had never been married or in a relationship, and only had a confused memory.

"Harry, I said it, Sywin...... I don't remember either. The old woman gently stroked her memoir, and she wondered if it was a dream of her own.

Because neither Harry, Ron, the Weasley twins, nor Shimizu-sana remembered the existence of Xiwen.

Even the old headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, who had long since died, was also taking out all the Hogwarts student files, making it clear to her that there was no such student.

In the dead of night, Hermione was the only one left in the room, and she vaguely heard the caregivers muttering that the former Minister of Magic was so confused.

It's really old and confused...... Is it?

She gently opened the necklace that she had never shown to others, and the yellowed photo inside could still be seen blurry, which was a group photo of three children.

The end of the book

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