Purple Pupil and Miji left the cultivation world and came to the door of the conference room together. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Tick Tick Tick Tick ......" Purple Hitomi pressed a messy string of symbols completely without thinking, but the door still opened.

In the conference room, it seems that everything is still the same, just like when we first met, but many unfamiliar faces have gradually become familiar. It feels like it was familiar from the beginning, only to be estranged and now reunited...... Anyway, it's an inexplicable feeling, as if ...... No, it's another strange breath, hidden in a corner, looming, looming. Who is it?

Purple Hitomi turned her head and grabbed her neck with one hand, almost suffocating!

Miji, how are you ......

His hand rushed to the neck of the purple pupil and lifted her up, her feet were already off the ground, her body was suspended in mid-air, her toes twitched in panic, her breathing was so difficult, it seemed to sink into the depths of the sea, and the oxygen had slipped away, leaving only the pain of near suffocation.

He grabbed her by the neck and glared at her with a look of emotion that he rarely had—disappointment, satisfaction, as if it were both, and as if it weren't. He was so angry, angry that she was wasting her talents, angry at her decadence, he didn't like her lifeless!

She just looked at him, Mitch, wasn't she the kind of calm and gentle mentor?

"Actually, he used to be like this, but he kept holding on to his true self, right? How mature and stable he has been pretending, in fact, he is just a child who likes to lose his temper, hehehe. A voice muttered in the shadows, but it was too quiet for Purple Pupil to notice, but Mitch pretended not to hear.

"Isn't it, only when you are dying, will you remember that you have something too late to do, right? Will you know, how long has you been stumbling, always wasting today to dwell on yesterday's things, is it interesting?" Miji's hand squeezed tighter, but it never reached a fatal force, "Promise me, don't do this again, you have to cheer up, no matter how tired you are, how much you want to retreat, you can't resist, this is the arrangement of fate! I know you care about what you dreamed about yesterday, but it's all fake, it's an illusion, it's that you think too much......"

Is it blurred? No, it is soberness, and the doubts that occupy my heart are driven away by this sobriety. The purple pupil can feel it, and her neck hurts, but Miji is a power-type demon slayer, and with Miji's strength, it is not impossible to break her neck, if Miji really wanted to hurt her, he would have done it a long time ago, that is, Miji really cares about her, and just wants her to be a good demon slayer......! It's to make her sober. The purple pupils were like an electric shock, and this sudden stimulation made her regain her senses, and she knew that she couldn't sink any longer, no!

Purple Pupil looked at him calmly, and her voice was blocked: "I...... No. ”

"That's right. His hand slowly let go, "Very good." ”

"Knock", she fell to the ground on her toes, gasping for air, Miggie, you turned out to be ...... That's right.

Miggie's eyes were on the figure hidden in the depths of the room, and he deliberately looked away, shrinking in disguise. He cleared his throat and said, "Zi Lan is still in the fourth room, you can go back to the new dormitory to rest or go to study or something." Huh?"

Purple Hitomi strode out of the conference room without answering.

In the conference room, Miji sat down and gently wiped the tea set on the table.

A figure grew clear from the depths of the room. "Hehha...... MJ (a certain demon's nickname for Miji), you almost killed the future savior just now, haha. She said.

"It's your business, Xinqi made a mistake in the first place by allowing you to come and go here freely. Miggie said, and continued to wash his teacup.

"Heh!" she laughed, extremely rampant, "It's a mistake for Xinqi to have you as a teammate!"

She sat down unceremoniously in the machined chair. The chairs keep rising, and the ceiling spreads out......

At the same time, in the fourth cultivation realm, Zi Lan looked up at the branches high above, and his melancholy became more and more dense in his blue-green eyes. There were too many question marks in his mind, and now he could finally find the answer in this tree, but he didn't know where to start.

He didn't know why he was born with an unattainable talent—the skills they learned, he didn't learn on his own, and the goal they worked for was so easily attainable for the average demon slayer.

But he's not happy. His parents left before he could remember, and he could only learn from the immortal legends of others how great they were, sacrificing themselves for the sake of the world. But...... Before the world is at peace, they are gone. He selfishly wanted them to stay with him, and if they could...... He had already exposed his inadequacies in the Fangyuan game, the incomplete, and even the little love left. He seems to be very cold, but loneliness, melancholy, and sadness are not what he wants to have, this is just a crime imposed on him by the years!

He lowered his head and stared at the clear spring of the pool, as if he could not see the bottom of the pool, but only the face reflected in the pool—such a handsome face, and he wondered if the figure in the pool was as sad as he was, and he could not even recognize that it was himself.

He slowly looked at the place where the spring flowed, where there was a sleeping dragon, there was no longer the death and sinking of the first sight, but the vicissitudes of that scene were still preserved in his memory, sadness and disappointment filled his heart, he wanted to forget, but ...... He was told that his mother, one of the slayers who could see the tree, had seen the tree wake up from the sleep of time, but why hadn't she come back, and why had she left him behind—in this world. Who would love him? just looked at him indifferently, and he laughed at it, and then, with a tingling in his heart.

He imagined, imagined. If he is Wang Zinuo, or J Xi and J Jie, has he collected thousands of favors? If he is purple pupils, will he also be afraid of the night and cry secretly before going to bed...... If, he is just Zi Lan, the poor Zi Lan who no one loves, but this does not need if.

The fourth cultivation world was silent. Sometimes, he likes to be quiet like this, indulge in his own world, and don't need anyone's attention, and he can live a good life.

However, he was afraid of this silence, as if he was going to accompany the tree into the sinking of time again, and then, in the silence of the days, waiting for the next opportunity to wake up, or never, until the end of time. In the end, everyone forgot about him, as if he had never existed in this world.

This lonely patient, who has a very weak sense of existence, fantasizes about his future again and again, pessimistically hoping that tomorrow will be the end of the world, taking him away from him who should not exist, taking him to a place where there are people who love him, or destroying him, and he is willing to do so, because it is better than the pain of exhaustion. Blue, whose name seems to have sealed his fate - endless sorrow.

His eyes were hollow. His heart was also hollowed out. He was so numb that he couldn't feel the two lines of tears running down his face. It's just that the corners of his mouth raise a beautiful angle, a smile that he doesn't even believe is sincere.

Tears fell into the pool, and the flowers on the trees were blooming, gorgeous and beautiful. Although I know that there will be a day when I will wither, I still have the courage to bloom...... He looked at the blue, orange, yellow, green, and purple flowers, and his vision was blurry, and he couldn't see clearly. He breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to the tree, "Can you tell me that I'm still alone?" and then he walked out, and a gust of wind broke through the green leaves, and the rustling sound seemed to be muttering to themselves, and they couldn't help but want to hurry up and tell him the answer.