However, the little boy did not give the boy any time to think, he had already walked slowly in front of the boy, and easily snatched the soft sword from the boy's hand.

At this moment, he was gently wiping the blade of his sword with a white cloth as if he were caressing his lover.

The boy who had lost his soft sword frowned, he struggled to get himself to his feet, wiped the nosebleed that remained on his lips, his eyes were sharp, and his tone was as cold as winter.

"Who the hell are you!"

The little child threw away the white cloth in his hand, and a playful and playful smile suddenly lit up on his pale face, and the brightest light flashed in his bright heterochromatic pupils.

Immediately afterwards, the little child suddenly swung the soft sword in his hand, and pierced the boy's entire chest without mercy.

"I'm you......"

"Hmph, poof—"

The boy who was pierced through the chest by the soft sword snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood, which was a real pain, making his body tremble and crazy at the same time!

"I should have killed you sooner. Out of nowhere, the little kid with heterochromatic pupils took out another piece of white cloth and gently wiped the blood from the sword, "Before Grandpa finds you." ”

The boy was silent, he could not quite understand what the child was saying, and he did not need to understand.

It's just that the boy doesn't want to die at all. After experiencing this almost unprecedented pain, he suddenly wanted to live.

Live like a human being!

The little child felt the boy's sudden will to survive, and there was obvious pity in those bright heterochromatic pupils.

Then the little child was once again inexplicably sad, his face was hideous, but his eyes were rather flat, "You know what? ”

This sudden sadness made the boy's eyes widen, and his expressionless face instantly dimmed, and a line of tears slipped from the corner of his left eye without his control.

At this moment, the boy actually had an urge to laugh, but the expression on his face was more ugly than crying.

"No, none of us will die. ”

The boy was surprised that he had the emotions he had always dreamed of, but he couldn't stop feeling sad in his heart. He seemed to realize something at this moment, as if he was about to lose something that was important to him.

Seeing this boy, a bright smile suddenly lit up on the child's pale face. Then he swung the soft sword in his hand again, but this time his target was his own chest.

"Farewell, my best self ......"

The bright red buds bloomed peacefully and quietly on the child's chest, and the endless sorrow was like a rushing river, drowning the sluggish boy mercilessly in it.

"No!"

The boy suddenly ran towards the little child like a mad beast, with all his might. However, between him and the self with heterochromatic pupils, it seems that there are two complete worlds, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't get close.

The surging ice-blue river spared no effort to wash every corner of the boy's body, but he could only watch his other self disappear alive in front of him.

What a ridiculous fate this is!

"This isn't the fate I want!

The boy was roaring loudly, but his immature voice squeezed out a terrifying sound. Faintly, there seemed to be countless rays of light bursting out of the boy's body, and a pair of illusory butterfly-shaped wings of light suddenly stretched out from behind the boy's butterfly bones.

"Whoa-la-"

The sound of the water parting roared mockingly in the boy's ear, but he finally came to the little one. He pulled out the soft sword that pierced the chest of the boy with heterochromatic eyes, and domineering and stubbornly embraced this self that he had never discovered.

"Don't die, don't die!"

At this time, despite his incredible strength, the boy was still like a discarded dilapidated puppet, bewildered and uttering childish and ridiculous words.

But the boy is not a true god after all, he is just a night watchman, a fish who can't help himself in the river of fate.

Waiting for the boy was only a fateful net after another, and he could not do anything about the disappearance of himself in his arms.

"Don't be too upset. ”

The little child weakly put his head on the boy's left shoulder, although his body was so dim that it was about to disappear, he still smiled peacefully, "As long as you are alive, I am not a real death, I can let you have these coveted things in advance, even if I die, you will feel happy, right?"

"At least, I'm happy......"

"Whoa!"

It's like the sound of glass breaking.

The little child who was embraced by the boy turned into countless points of light and dissipated into this deep blue river......

He used to run in the wind and rain, and then he sang in the sunset.

Stand in the distance where the sea and the sky meet, looking for the distance......

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

Water droplets fall to the ground in places that are not illuminated by the light.

The man's back was straight, the scarlet cloak flew behind him, he clenched the sword in his hand, his eyes were condensed, and he stared closely at the middle-aged man in a white coat in front of him.

"Grad, I'm here on behalf of the Knights of Arbitration. ”

"And then?" this middle-aged man in a white lab coat is the so-called god who is about to completely degenerate into a monster. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were frenetic, but his gaze did not look at the man who looked like a knight.

At this time, in his eyes, there was only the boy who had come to assassinate him, the boy who had fallen into a deep coma, and would go berserk at any moment.

"Come back to the Court of Arbitration with me, and everything will be back on track." ”

"Hmph!" Grad sneered disdainfully, and finally moved his gaze to the man, "Li Feiyang, do you know very well what kind of ghost things are under that neon, and they will let me go?"

Li Feiyang shook his head slightly, without saying too much. He just slowly pulled out the sword hanging from his waist, and those dark eyes instantly turned golden, and the hot emblem burned on his forehead!

Facing the menacing Li Feiyang, Grad turned his head again and didn't look at him at all.

At this moment, in addition to the obvious hideousness, in addition to the obvious hideousness, it is the madness of extreme death!

Compared to this boy, even if the sky falls, it doesn't matter anymore......

Under the bright incandescent light, Li Mudi looked boredly at the notebook left by his grandfather.

The pages were yellowed, but the handwriting was unusually clear. There weren't many stories in it, just some words that Li Mudi couldn't understand at all.

He knew that he once had a grandfather, that is, his father's father, but Li Mudi didn't know even the slightest bit of information about his grandfather.

"Grandpa, who the hell are you? Don't get drenched in such a heavy rain!"

Doubts filled Li Mudi's bright eyes, but no matter how much he wanted to break his head, it was impossible to come up with a clear answer.

The truth of the facts is often hidden in the overwhelming torrent of fate, and it is not just an incomprehensible notebook that can be unscrupulously turned over the river and the sea to find the answer......

When you stand on a high place, almost omniscient, the world becomes very real in your eyes.

However, those who do not reach the same height as you will be blinded by the illusion and unreality.

So they are foolish and crazy in your eyes, but they will not understand you. If you are not strong enough, you are evil in their eyes, even heretical, and the existence that should be expelled the most.

In the beginning, you may still want to prove the truth of what you see to these people who have been blinded by illusion, but in the end, you will only get your own bruises.

You feel sorrow, but you can't be sad, you've been trapped in a whirlpool of despair, and yet you can only tell them to be very stubborn and believe in hope.

If you can't see it, there will be hope, but you can see it clearly, so you feel more and more sad.

The stars and the moon can be picked up from the highest, but your heart is beginning to cool down. You see the truth, you see the future, so you despair, you roar, you stand alone at the top of the river of fate, trying to dictate the eternal, trying to use your own strength to fight against the so-called fate.

However, the entropy of all isolated systems never decreases and is irreversible!

Omniscience and omnipotence is the beginning of sorrow. You won't even find a person in this world who can stand side by side with you and see what you can see.

In this lonely world, what are you still clinging to?

Spring goes to autumn, time flies.

The vicissitudes of the sea change the mulberry field, and the things are already different.

You're still standing alone on a high place, and you can only watch them cling to what is clearly the wrong direction. So what is left in your eyes, except for loneliness, is only pity as if you can drown yourself in it.

Until one day, you are finally tired, and you want to fall asleep like this, never asking about the destiny of the people, and no longer caring about the ups and downs of the era.

You just want to be as simple as you were when you were a child, with an innocent smile on your face, sitting on the grass and standing by the river.

Against the golden sunshine and the red fluttering little face, it is as if the sky has fallen and it will not change.

"I'm going to be a partner in justice!"

Childish words and the best version of yourself, brave and fearless, and pure.

The small body seems to be able to bloom a flower in this river of fate sprinkled with the net of fate.

It should be a lotus flower, a fiery red lotus.

Spare no effort to bloom in the wind and rain, and it is bound to let those ignorant people see a glimmer of hope in this turbulent torrent.

Whether it's pity or ridicule, you're always kind......