"How are you feeling?"

Stepping into the barrier, Tiramiels felt as if a layer of cold flames were burning her body, a dense despair that could not be dissolved, affecting her mind. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Most of her functions are continuing to calculate how to break the rules of this world, and if she continues, she expects that in a few thousand years she will find a way to enter the star soul of her own plane, and then invade with infection.

In order to make Leiard feel some happy and painful memories, this soul clone made by Tiramiels is also quite good in terms of ability, and he thought that he could completely suppress Leiard, but now it seems to be a bit of a rollover.

However, in the scope of Lillard's spiritual influence, she must behave reasonably, otherwise she may be swept away in the next moment.

But why didn't he isolate the Dementors?

Those guys are much more dangerous than themselves!!

"Feeling?" Leillard was still under attack by unseen Dementors, and he was on the verge of suffocation.

However, after seeing Tiramiels' appearance, his internal space was strengthened, and the Dementor stopped all movement and was dispersed to the side. The guy looked at her with malicious eyes, and the lack of food would make all kinds of creatures very angry, and the ugly monster in front of him couldn't get rid of this way of thinking.

"This is the test paper for the past few days, are you either?"

Unsurprised, Tila Mills walked up to Leillard and took out a stack of test papers from his back bag, which also included the papers of Leillard's previous exams, large blanks, dismal scores, and unreadable questions, and the exponential pressure made Leillard's head grow again in an instant.

He had the illusion that sleeping under the quilt was more satisfying than seeing this cruel life.

"My stomach hurts...... Can you put me to sleep??"

There was a cold sweat on Lillard's head, could it be that the air conditioner in the room was turned down too low?

In the summer, I will be scared and collapse all over my body, but sure enough, my home is safe.

"It's not a few months before the college entrance examination, do you want to take the test for a few points? I saw it that day, and you forgot how to do the questions at all."

Tila Mills pulled over a chair, and she lifted the black-rimmed glasses on her face to look at Leillard with a blank expression.

One by one, the hooded Dementors entered the room, wandering around the ward, the cold air emitted by their bodies in different shapes was much better than the air conditioning effect of summer, and the transparent tentacles floated out from behind the hats, and the stench of disgusting fallen souls was felt in the back of Tiramiels. It would be better if the picture could be twisted and meandering, and then Leillard would become a human with a face in his hands.

"That has nothing to do with you, shouldn't you be in class now? Even on weekends, I remember that I have to stay in half a day before I get out of school."

Lillard seemed to remember something, he just wanted to be alone now, and the man who had suddenly intruded into his life made him instinctively feel fear.

He remembered that he didn't seem to have much friendship with this tablemate, they had only been at the same table for more than half a month, and then she was too disliked for being too slow, and occasionally read novels in class for fear of affecting her progress, didn't she take the initiative to transfer away?

Leillard's mouth was a little bitter, but it was actually a dream.

How can anyone care about themselves, is it their own expectation in such a difficult environment?

He remembered that the people he knew in his dreams were alive and well and were kind to him, and he dreamed of going out on dates with those girls, reading comics together, playing electric games together, occasionally going out shopping, and then sitting together in a coffee shop on the street for an afternoon.

The warm sunshine, the lazy face of the other party, the gentle smile, and the words of concern seem to have just happened.

Now it's also a myriad of hallucinogens that I have instilled in myself.

Every time he woke up, he found that he was always alone, and he had to go out to school and work, and that painful situation lasted for more than ten years, and that pain made him unable to breathe when he got up every day. He didn't want to experience that kind of world that was first gentle and sweet, and then ruthless.

If you are destined to have no one to care about your reality, then why should you pretend to be a person with a happy life? ?

"Even I feel tired. I've asked the teacher for leave, and I really just want to send these papers to your house. But I want to breathe in the outside air and blow the air conditioner along the way, aren't you welcome?"

Tiramiels flicked the sideburns in his ear with his hand, looked at the scroll in his hand, and then quietly wanted to be a backdrop.

She sensed that the development of things was out of control, and she was a little flustered inside, according to the principle of dream development, she needed to wait and see what happened at this time.

"As long as you don't feel bored, I'm more than happy for you to watch me"

Leillard buried himself under the covers, his back to Tiramiels.

This tablemate is one of the few people who makes him feel very stressed, he still remembers that he accidentally crossed the line one day during a nap, and the other party's eyes almost ate him, and sometimes accidentally touched the other party's hand, and the cold hand quickly withdrew as if it had touched something dirty. And she recognized Leillard's strength, and after seeing his various desertions in class, she also showed more and more disdain.

That's the sight and attitude that can be experienced very clearly.

With this tablemate, he felt more and more insignificant.

It may be a blessing not to be at the same table with her.

"Xu Qian, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you doing well? I haven't seen you for a few years, and I am a little nervous about writing to you in such a hurry.....

Tiramiels's crisp voice sounded behind him, didn't this guy simply want to take the opportunity to blow cold air to relax!

How did you start reading your letters!!

"I'm still imagining what kind of situation I'll meet you, but I haven't seen you again for so many years, when another of my classmates took out a photo of your elementary school graduation, I recognized you at a glance, it hasn't changed at all, it's still so honest, it's really missed."

Leillard had black lines all over his head.

These letters are the same thing in your own opinion, and you are sure that you are not here to humiliate me when someone turns them out and reads them like this?!

This is the first letter, that day or another classmate who has been classmates together for six years handed it to me by another classmate who transferred together, that day I had a conflict with someone and was beaten in the chest and couldn't breathe, when I received this letter when I burst into tears, but I laughed for days!

But this kind of inner intimacy is not something that can be shared with others!

Even if I finally reconnected with that person, said something in the circle of friends several times, and then was targeted by the circle of friends and QQ space, I still felt that the other party was a good person. Shouldn't I keep this initial impression forever!

You're here to mock me completely!!

"So what do you want to say? If it's just anger and pain, it's already on your face. Don't you shout it out?"

Tiramiels looked at Leiard surrounded by more than a dozen Dementors, the guys looked like they were immobilized by the sight of nothing, and the tentacles moved firmly towards Leillard.

"I've been educated so much that I can't be more angry with you. These letters are not very invisible, and if you want to read them, I don't feel very distressed, which proves that I was once needed. So after seeing all this, what do you want to continue to say?"

Lillard took a few deep breaths, he didn't want to be rude to the girl, it would make him look very rude.

It's just a letter, and others won't lose two pieces of meat when they see themselves.

At best, I feel ashamed.

Now these things are not important items to me...

So why can't it be accepted?

Leillard sat down on the bed and took a few deep breaths to calm his anger.

He looks at what happened to him in the cold third person, and the final assessment is that there is no need for conflict.

That being said, he hates this guy very much now for being around him, yes, very much!

"I heard the people in the next class say that you seem to like Dai Ziqi a lot?"

After Tiramiels found that these things could not provoke Lillard, she had deep doubts in her heart, didn't this person know what venting was? Ordinary people would have jumped up and wanted to drive people away, how could they still judge and speak so calmly? Does this guy have the consciousness of being a human being?

"It's in the past, I like a lot of people, and I like beautiful girls"

"Including me who has only been at the same table for a few days?"

"Yes, including you, I think it would feel better if you didn't talk and don't look at me"

"Then your so-called liking is ultimately just a person secretly peeping in the dark, don't you think this practice is disgusting? Take the opportunity to talk to your classmates to take a look, or unintentionally go behind the other person to sniff, or because you borrow something to talk to them in a whisper, and then pretend not to care and walk away. When they can't make an impact on your life, don't care at all. Is this like? Just to satisfy your voyeurism."

"No! I've seen them head-on! I've watched them seriously when they raised their hands to answer the speech! I've watched them when they've been running long distances or jumping rope! I've watched them head-on when they're collecting my papers and homework! I've not affected their lives, I've not let them pay attention, and I've not disturbed their moods, so why do I feel disgusting! Why don't I secretly like it? It's also illegal?!"

Leillard's voice grew unconsciously, and then he lowered it for fear of affecting the others.

"No, it's just that as a bystander, I think it's disgusting, since you think it's nothing, then it's nothing, anyway, no one will like it, continue to immerse yourself in your own world, and be self-satisfied forever. If I can go on like this, I guess I will be very happy."

Tiramiels and Lellard's brainwaves couldn't match, and she could only make her own judgment on the man's memory.

This kind of twisted life makes it impossible for her to find the other party's weaknesses to attack.

Under this distortion, she didn't want to know what his repressed nature was.

The more light you want to express, the darker it is.

When he was tired of being ruthlessly played by the world, the despair of collapse was the superior tonic of these demons.

"I found out that I really can't be interested in you. Even if someone was instructed to come and see you, to save you, I don't think it's going to be useful at all. I want to give up. If you don't have anything to say to me, I'm going back, these papers must be of little use to you, I'll take them with me."

Tiramiels put them away and put them in his bag one by one.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the Dementors were surrounding Leiard, countless tentacles wrapped around his body, and Leiard, who seemed extremely decadent when he heard Tiramiels's words, was being absorbed by these guys. Little by little, the soul is withering.

"yes, that's fine, anyway, I don't have anyone who really wants to save me, or be my friend. I know I can't do anything like this, it's disgusting, a lot of people are watching my jokes, and I want to know when I'm going to have a breakdown. Those girls are far happier with other people than with me.

I don't have any friends.....

I don't want to have friends either.....

What is a friend?

Friends are just a burden, and I don't need that kind of cheap stuff!

I'm fine alone!"

The body was melting, and Leillard seemed to be caught in an infinite murmur before he died.

"Yes, it's better for people like you to die early, rest assured that no one will remember you"

Tiramiels said silently in his heart.

The tingling in the room was getting stronger, and her body was about to melt.

People who are obviously going to die, why can they still release a stance of such intensity.

Live or die, do it yourself.

Closing the door, Tiramiels struggled out of the hallway.

The world is crumbling, and the glass fragments of the world are falling from the sky.

The bright sky is like an egg that has been scratched through several holes, and the endless void is being revealed little by little.

She sat on a hospital bench, was this the last thing she could see before she died?

As a great demon who has lived for tens of thousands of years, dying in such a nest place is simply making people laugh, and some people choose a good host in the next life.

Tiramiels, as a proud being, didn't want to lick other people's toes for his own life, and even so, the dragon wouldn't get out of danger, and it didn't make any sense. Just let yourself be quiet and watch the last fireworks. (To be continued.) )