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There seemed to be light flowing in the clear heterochromatic pupils, and a pair of illusory wings of light stretched out from behind the butterfly bones of the heterochromatic pupil girl. She was smiling at Grad when a shallow dimple appeared on her right cheek, long eyelashes casting a beautiful butterfly-shaped shadow in the soft sunlight.

The girl seemed to be standing in the light.

"You're going to come to me, right? Senpai......"

That's right, I'll come to you, I'll definitely come to you!

It was as if a loud voice was screaming frantically in Grad's heart. He had a strong urge to run towards the girl with clear heterochromatic eyes, and then hold her firmly in his arms, never to be separated from her again!

The girl's left hand was still clinging to the old puppet, but her right hand was already stretched out towards Grad, as if waiting for Grad's embrace.

However, as Grad runs, the scene begins to shatter. The tall cherry blossom trees are long gone, and the distant Tsukashi suddenly becomes an evil and strange altar, and the clear sky is covered with dark clouds, and the lightning that rages through it is like a warrior guarding the gates of hell.

Cracking sound!

The raindrops the size of beans suddenly swayed in this suddenly darkened world.

"Click!"

Just when Grad had no strength to take a step, all the scenes seemed to become a whole fragile mirror, completely shattered by the irreversible force of the rules.

Even the girl with heterochromatic eyes who was holding a dilapidated puppet and shouting about his predecessor was like a porcelain doll, completely shattered into ashes in front of Grad.

I could vaguely hear the sound of wind chimes swaying, but Grad was already starving, and there was a light called anger flashing in his ice-blue eyes!

"Boom—"

A loud thunderous sound quickly pulled Grad back from his great rage. He raised his head, which had been lowered, and looked at the existence that suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes full of indifference.

It was a lone figure sitting on a throne, as if there was no humanity in the ice-blue eyes flowing with lava.

Hideous bronze armor, scarlet cloak, and the one-handed sword that was on the verge of shattering diagonally in front of the throne.

"It's you again!" Grad actually recognized this existence that seemed to come out of a myth, and the indifference in his ice blue eyes was even stronger, and at the same time, he unconsciously clenched his fists, "Who the hell are you?!"

The golden figure propped up his armored cheek with the back of one hand, and his tone was cold and had the majesty of a supreme king.

"I am Odin, the king of the gods, and those who are not in the realm of the gods to see my true face should bow their heads and kneel!"

The words of the golden figure were like oracles, and as his words fell, Grad's legs suddenly became heavy as lead, as if two thousand pounds of boulders were pressed on it, making him want to kneel down.

"Bah!" Grad's stubborn face was full of disdain, as a scientist, how could he believe in such an unwarranted god

The light in his ice-blue eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the fists in his hands clenched tighter and tighter.

"Zheng!"

The golden figure didn't talk too much nonsense with Grad, and directly pulled out one of the one-handed long swords that was diagonally inserted in front of the throne.

Grad's eyes widened slightly, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank into two sharp swords, which were the shadow of death!

This sword did not have the slightest momentum and sword light, and even the golden flames that were originally burning on the sword body were extinguished.

But such an unpretentious sword made Grad not have the slightest ability to resist.

"Wow-"

Brilliant blood flowers bloomed from Grad's entire chest, and a huge wound that spread from the right shoulder blade to the left lower abdomen suddenly appeared, and blood gushed out.

The ground was soon stained red with hot blood, but Grad's consciousness was unusually clear, and even the pain was completely unbearable.

The golden figure wielding the sword had long since returned to his throne, as if he had been there all along, and had not moved.

It's just that the blood still dripping from the one-handed longsword speaks for itself.

"Kneel, or die!"

The voice of the golden figure was as cold as ever, and in those ice-blue eyes was absolute majesty and mercy carved into the bone marrow.

"Hmph!" Grad smiled coldly, a blush slowly fading from his pupils. He heard a voice, a girl crying out in despair.

Is that the girl with different eyes just now?

No!

Grad's gaze suddenly condensed, sharp like two knives flashing with cold light!

It's the sound of a baby girl crying!

That baby girl is the real hope of Grad!

Strength, power!

I need strength now!

A strong unwillingness filled Grad's chest, like a fire, burning!

"Do you crave power?" the golden figure said with some sarcasm: "Surrender to my majesty, Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Cloud City, there will be your seat in the god seat, kneel!"

Countless blue-purple lines danced in Grad's ice-blue eyes, like countless cheerful and sad elves, dancing.

The strange and cruel image gradually slipped away in Grad's eyes, he was desperate, he was sad, but he would never kneel.

People can make mistakes, but they can't bow their heads!

"I, Grad, even if I die, will always be proud!"

Grad finally took his steps, hot blood boiling above his chest. With a hideous face, he rushed towards the lone figure sitting on the throne, like a moth pounced on the open flames, brave and fearless.

In everyone's heart, there is a ghost.

The sound of the wind whistling through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the pouring rain fell like a galloping horse, rhythmically lapping on the clean glass windows.

The crackling sound has a unique sense of rhythm, which makes Li Mudi feel inexplicably at ease under the incandescent lamp.

Behind the heavy clouds were the hideous purple razers, and the unnatural stars shone in this dark world.

Li Mudi had already put down the notebook left by his grandfather, and was sitting quietly in front of a black piano at the moment, playing with his ten fingers.

It was Chopin's "Serenade", the sound of wind and rain outside the window seemed to be accompanied by Li Mudi, and even the cold incandescent light became soft at this moment.

Just as Serenade was entering the variation phase, a strange knock came out of place.

I don't know why, Li Mudi's peaceful heart suddenly pinched, he suddenly felt so cold, the whole world seemed to have become winter.

Don't talk to strangers easily!

Father's words flashed quickly in Li Mudi's mind, but the sound of knocking on the door seemed to have magical power, deeply attracting Li Mudi's body, making him have an urge to open the door.

It's like there is a devil who screams wildly in Li Mudi's heart.

Li Mudi finally opened the door of the room.

It was a squirting figure, obviously in April weather, but wrapped in layers of shabby cotton coats, and his dark face had a hideous scar that spread from the left side of his brow to the right corner of his mouth.

It was a gray-haired old man with cloudy eyes and trembling eyes, but he was still carefully holding the sleeping baby girl in his arms.

Obviously a stranger with a hateful face and suspicious behavior, Li Mudi didn't feel the slightest so-called fear, and he even had an urge to rush forward and hug this old man in his arms.

In this old man's body, there is something that is the most fatal temptation for Li Mudi!

Like poison, you can't extricate yourself and can only indulge in it......

Beneath the neon lights, a medieval European-style castle stands majestically in the wind and rain. Countless vineyards have surrounded it over the centuries like knights of faith.

On the ancient stone pavement that extends downwards is the flickering candle flame, and the stone walls on both sides that reveal the vicissitudes of life are depicted with hieroglyphs that are old and incomprehensible to ordinary people, and the oppressive atmosphere fills this small space that is about to decay.

A spiraling staircase descends into a tomb-like basement, flanked by tall mahogany bookcases containing rolls and rolls of ancient parchment that have not been handed down from the world.

In the middle of the mahogany bookcase is a desk, where a sedate middle-aged man writes an important document with a quill. On his side was an elderly butler with javelin-like combat power, and behind the two of them was a huge counter.

Above the counter, there are tablets with various names written on them, and beneath these tablets are twisted candles.

Some are still burning flames, while others have been extinguished for I don't know how many years.

In this secret room, there was suddenly an incredible gust of wind that could not exist. The candle flame was stubborn and brave in the face of this gust of wind, and the graceful flame did not follow fate and chose to die. However, at the counter behind the middle-aged man, there was a candle under the tablet that suddenly went out.

"Click!"

Restlessness appeared between the middle-aged man's knife-like eyebrows, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his turquoise eyes, I don't know whether it was anger or sadness, or the deepest despair.

Danevere Reinhardt, that's the name engraved on the tablet that extinguished the fire. And the owner of this name is the eldest daughter of a middle-aged man, a twin flower that can't escape her fate and finally sinks on the bank of the Santu River.

"Miss, she ......" The old housekeeper didn't have any superfluous expression on his solemn face, but he could vaguely see something called sadness in his cloudy eyes.

But the old dogma and heavy belief did not allow him to have any gaffes in front of his master, "the fire of the soul has been completely extinguished......"

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