The bell at the end of the lunch break rang crisply, and Li Ai, who was lying on the table and immersed in stroking the Midorihime puppet, woke up. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info She straightened up and shook her head habitually, trying to re-loosen the hair that hung down to her side to her back. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly found something on the desk that didn't belong to her. She paused, tilting her gaze slightly, staring at the bag of well-packed cookies.

It can't be something that someone has lost. With the indifference she had always shown, no one would eat near her. So...... There was only one possibility left, that someone had given it to her. But...... Who is this person? Or rather, what was his purpose in sending this cookie?

While she was thinking like this, Wang Yue was carefully watching her every move, and when he saw her find the bag of biscuits, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and pretended to be carefully arranging the books on the desk, which blended into the noise of the classroom, but the corner of his eye kept watching her.

As he expected, the next moment, she raised her eyes and glanced at the noisy crowd in the classroom, as if trying to find the original owner of the bag of cookies. But...... As soon as she swept through half of the crowd, she seemed to lose interest, lowered her eyes, and no longer searched, but silently received the bag of biscuits under the hole in the table.

Seeing her actions, Wang Yue breathed a sigh of relief and silently withdrew his gaze, only to find that the teacher in charge of the first class had already walked into the classroom. Obviously, this is his favorite subject, but now he has lost the desire to take classes.

The pen in his hand wandered unconsciously on the sketchbook, drifting with his thoughts...... But it can't stop anymore.

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The rain kept falling...... Cleansing away the dirt in this city, washing away the sins of heaven and earth. But no matter how fierce it falls, no matter how dripping it falls...... It can't wash away the strong guilt in Shu Jing's heart.

The sound of the rain echoed around her, and she shuffled her heavy steps through the deserted streets. Lonely and lonely. With every step, the rain-soaked embroidered shoes stirred up a splash, and the sound of the murmur was stirred up in the sound of the rain, as cluttered as her thoughts.

She stopped suddenly, raised her head again and stared at the gloomy sky, letting the raindrops hit her haggard face, and her goose-yellow palace dress and crystal-white hair completely *** and then ran down her body.

She...... Just ended a life. A life of flesh and blood with meaning of existence. The rain poured through the wound on her face that had been corroded by the black blood, and it tingled, but she didn't care at all, just looked up at the gloomy sky silently.

Her hands hung limply at her sides, and there was no blood on her body except for the small puddle that had splashed on her face. But she felt that the hands were covered with sticky red liquid. The liquid was blinding red...... So much so that she didn't dare to lower her eyes to look at it. Even if she knew, the monster's blood was actually black. She spread her hands, trying to let the rain wash away the blood that had been stained on it. But no matter how much they wash, they don't feel like they're missing a bit.

So something quietly mixed in into the rain that slipped down her face. The thing was a little warm at first, but after leaving the place where it had been, it quickly turned cold, rolled over the wound on her face, and finally mixed with the icy rain, dripping down her jaw and onto her palace dress. Leave no trace, as if it never flowed out in the first place.

It was one of the only few times she cried in the years since. It was also the most fragile of these cries, and the only one he didn't perceive. At this time, while he asked her to go home quickly, he was immersed in the calculation of finding a way to save her. That's why he didn't notice her crying or hear her muttering.

He sat cross-legged in her eyes, shielded from all external distractions, and focused all his attention on the lines of gold engraved in front of him.

It was the factor he had found in countless struggles that would affect the city to devour the victims. The first factor was not to let them know that they would be devoured, and he had been staring at this aspect for a frenzied assault before, but it lasted thirteen times in a row, but not even one of them was saved, so that he was disheartened and gave up trying to save them.

The second factor he had just deduced from the disgusting city's reaction. It needs to devour these sacrifices to repair the spatial rifts that appear within the city and will be invaded by demons, monsters, and undead evil creatures. But it's not just about devouring anyone to be able to mend it successfully. Moreover, it does not devour the bodies of the victims, but also their souls.

He was sure that after killing those demons and undead evil things, there would be something special about it, and it would be tainted with the souls of the slayers by what this city needed, otherwise, it would never interfere at that time.

It is precisely because of the existence of this kind of thing that will be contaminated with the soul that it will go to great lengths to prepare thirteen powers for these people, including him, to help these chosen victims kill the demons and monsters that cause chaos, and the evil undead. Otherwise, even if all the people of this city are dead, what does this city have to do with it?

Because of the first factor, the will of this city will never act lightly, and what can make it interfere is definitely a factor that can threaten the final outcome.

That's all he has to say. And underneath this necessary factor, there is a small line. That was the common denominator he had found in all the chosen victims, but he didn't know what they meant yet. He just subconsciously felt that these things would be useful, so he listed them in front of him.

Lonely. Long loneliness. It was the only common denominator he could find now. He didn't know the meaning behind this common denominator. He could only stare at the two factors in common, silently thinking, trying to find a way to save her. For a long time, but nothing was found. He let out a long sigh and stood up, but for the sake of the present, he was left to stumble on this new factor.

When he woke up from his contemplation, he found that she had returned to her room, wearing the wet goose yellow palace dress, leaning against the window lattice in despair, staring at the rain curtain like a heavenly river, a pair of eyes were empty and godless, and the emotion like death flowed around her, and also filled her eyes, making Xiu can't help but tremble.

A lamp is like a bean, and the candle flame is fluttering. In the room where he didn't make a sound, she was the only one left alone and empty. He couldn't see her pale lips, nor her haggard face. But he could feel the dead silence and pain emanating from her body from the inside out.

He thought she was frightened by the bloody scene, he thought she was in pain because she could no longer touch the recognition she had been looking for with her blood-stained hands. But he didn't know what was happening while he was immersed in thinking. He blocked his senses, so he couldn't perceive her tears that melted into the rain; He couldn't hear it either...... Her words were crumpled in the sound of the dripping rain. He didn't know how long she had been waiting for that answer; He didn't know what her hopes had become of shattering.

So he didn't understand, he didn't understand why she, who was originally depressed, was so surprised at the moment he spoke, and even panicked.

Just a simple call made her collapse again. In just a few days, he has become an irreplaceable part of her life!

"Ah Jing......" he called in a low voice, and she ...... At the sound of his call, tears flowed down his face, and he couldn't cry.