Asuna felt that she had a long, long dream. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info What the dream was about, she remembered clearly. Even though he doesn't have his own place in his dreams, he can't move, but he can see everything as clearly as anyone else. In layman's terms, it's like being on someone's body, borrowing someone's perspective to observe the world.

It was only when she first saw the "self" in her field of vision that she was sure that the person on her upper body was not herself. At the same time, she also set the time, which is the first day of the game. Because only then will I smile so happily and without any worries. Her figure only flickered away, and did not stay in the field of vision for long, as if the owner of the field of vision did not care about it.

So, who exactly is this?

She patiently continued to watch. But when Asuna's figure disappeared from view, it didn't take long for her vision to turn pitch black, and she couldn't see anything at all. And just a little bit of information is obviously not enough to judge who the owner of the vision is. This made her a little regretful.

It didn't take long for the dark vision to re-brighten and turn to the second scene. This time it's no longer in the forest, it's in the labyrinth area, and it's the first layer of the maze area. Kobolds carrying axes can be seen patrolling everywhere in the field of vision. He - or she, rather - didn't seem to have any intention of leveling up here, cleverly bypassing all the kobolds. Just as Asuna wondered what he wanted to do, she finally saw "herself" again around a corner.

In just a moment, it became clear to her who she was in now—Lord Death.

She suddenly realized that at that time, the appearance of Lord Death was not accidental, but premeditated. And the next development just confirmed her guess, the owner of the sight did not step forward after seeing "herself", but hid behind the corner to avoid the sight of "herself", and quietly followed behind the "self" who looked crumbling, and followed all the way. Finally, when she was about to fall, a scythe she was too familiar with to appear in the field of vision, lightly tapping on her forehead, and the scythe hooked her fallen body.

The memory was interrupted again, but the doubts in Asuna's heart did not decrease because she knew the owner of the vision, but became more and more. It is said that people's dreams only dream of past lives, present lives, and future lives, and even the things they desire and desire, most of which reflect subconscious things, and can also predict the future to a certain extent. But either way, it will never be the way it is, and what she sees is not based on her perspective at all. And she was sure that she had absolutely no memories of them. So how did all these things that she didn't know come to her mind?

For a moment, she thought the memories were just made up, but the next she denied them. That's impossible. Just keep reading. If she guessed correctly, the next memories should continue to occur from the perspective of Lord Death, and she will also appear. That would be a fact that I didn't know.

Dimmed, the vision finally turned to the third act. It was Lord Death and a young girl she had never seen before, unbelievably beautiful. And her familiarity with Lord Death made Asuna involuntarily hold her breath. She knew that no one could see her, but she couldn't help but feel panic when those clear eyes looked at her.

"Does the name of the Grim Reaper matter?"

"Well, of course."

Naturally, she was connected to the memories she knew. For the first time, she knew that Lord Death would still deceive herself, and she did it without any technical content. I still foolishly believed it.

"In my hometown, only wives can call their husbands by their first names. In addition, even if the name is known, it cannot be let others know casually, and if the name is known, it will be written on the rune paper and used as a sacrifice. ”

"Really?"

"Just call me Death."

"Does anyone else know your name?"

"No, it's just you except the person who gave me that name."

"Yes. That's fine. ”

Act IV. The woman standing beside Lord Death had changed, and she was someone she knew.

"Because I defeated the boss, the person was dumped, and I was in a bad mood. I guess I won't want to fight the boss anymore. Above. ”

"Well, who the hell is another piece of information. Now that I've told you why, it's time to pay for it. ”

"I have something I want you to do. I'm sure you can do it, and you're the only one I know who can do it. ”

"Help me provide what she needs, come to me if you have difficulties, and I will help you sort everything out."

"By the way, I'm going to be out of business for two days."

"Correct, it's a pity that there is no award."

Connecting with the memories she was familiar with, she realized that she had actually lost in the first place.

"It's me, it's me. Hello to the second meeting, I'm Argo, please take care of me in the future. By the way, I'm an intelligence dealer, so if you want to know anything, come to me as much as you can, and I can give you a 20% discount for the sake of you're a friend of Tongzai. ”

"Then let's add a friend so that we can easily get in touch."

"Happy trading."

"By the way, remember to ask me if you have something, and get a 20% discount."

Lord Death has never been far from him, he just doesn't know it. He never seemed to be what he showed it to be, nor did he care what the hell was going to happen between them, as she knew. He will be sad, painful, distressed, and will roll around in bed like a child to vent the shame in his heart. Not only would her gaze follow Lady Death, but he would also look at her distant back in a daze, and then laugh inexplicably.

She also knew why the strategy of the Raiders group was so logical and unbelievably smooth. It was Lord Death who followed Argo every time, unknowingly disposing of all the tricky and useless difficulties. The bosses who only provided information but did not equip them were slaughtered one by one by the Grim Reaper, and the barricades that had to run countless missions to kill countless monsters were violently dismantled by the Grim Reaper. He pretended not to know each time, gave Argo enough excuses, and then silently tackled the next one.

Along the way, she forgot how many scenes she had watched. But without exception, what she didn't know would definitely be connected to her own memories and make it all seem real.

Until, last night.

"My lord, what should I do if I want to know if a person has what it takes to become a god of death?"

……

"Give me some time, okay?"

She innocently asked, "How long can we stay together." ”

And that answer is really not "forever", nor is it "I don't know" like the Grim Reaper's answer.

She doesn't have what it takes to be a Grim Reaper.

His hand carefully brushed over the sentence, as if he were dealing with some fragile object, and trembled slightly.

It was the first despair that Lord Death had born in so many years since she was born.

She was self-willed, self-willed for no reason, and even wanted to say goodbye to him and would not let him help, but she didn't know that Lord Death would only suffer more than her. But he never shows it on his face, doesn't even think about it in his heart. He knew that once he thought about it, it would grow like a weed, and it would not be able to get rid of it, so he never thought about it. And finally, he fell, under her sword. She couldn't be mistaken, for a moment, Lord Death's vision was blurred to barely see anything, but the sound of a tinkling block could still be heard in her ears, and finally, a fatal blow knocked her to the ground.

That's why she didn't see the face of Lord Death clearly.

He was crying.

Even he didn't realize it, because the tears only occupied the Grim Reaper's field of vision for less than a second, and quickly disappeared from his field of vision. His self-preservation mechanism has cut off everything that is harmful to Lord Death, and he has selectively forgotten about it.

Close your eyes again, and there will be no more next scene. The long darkness had led her into the abyss of eternal sleep, as if trying to make her never wake up again, and gradually making her forget about it. She held on to not sleeping, biting her tongue hard, trying to wake herself up. But it was in vain, and in her dreams she would never feel any pain, as if it were all illusory.

Gradually, she began to lose her sleepiness and closed her eyes as the darkness followed. It's just that I still don't forget to murmur, wanting to engrave all the memories in my soul. Cautious, but unusually determined.

"Will you tell me the answer?"

"Cooperative."

Outside the dream, an aqua blue butterfly flapped its wings and struggled to fly up from the girl's forehead, fluttering and flying to the woman's fingers. The woman silently glanced at the butterfly in her hand, and asked the Yiren beside her with an expressionless face, "Ciel, is it really good to do this?" ”

Ciel smiled softly and asked, "Isn't that what you did?" ”

Lian fell silent, and finally raised her hand, released the butterfly, and let it fly in the house. The flapping wings sprinkled a sheet of ice crystal-like light powder, as beautiful as the stars in the sky.

She felt that if she did it herself, forget it, anyway, only the two of them knew about it, and neither Xie nor Asuna would ever know that it was them. Asuna won't tell, so Xie won't guess. It's like she won't tell anyone, the spell is her cast, the enchantment is Hilgu's, and the idea is Hill's. It's Hill, not her. She didn't have the kind of spare time to do such a boring thing.

As if sensing Lian's mood, Hill took the initiative to explain: "Don't you think it would be more helpful to keep him in a better state of mind?" ”

Lian was silent and didn't reply.

Hill continued: "If his heart is too painful and he collapses, there is a good chance that the other side will take advantage of it. Then, he will be our biggest hidden danger. We must nip this danger in the cradle. So as long as his wish is satisfied, so that he will not be eroded by the other side, and he will obediently obey us, and it will not take much effort to do this, after all, she is the one who bears it. And I've already told her beforehand about the consequences, and she won't blame me. What a good thing. ”

"Has anyone ever said you're so much worse than you seem?" Lian said suddenly.

"Nope." Hill said with a smile, "The people who said that are already dead. Of course, it was definitely not my hand, it was just a natural death and an accidental death. After all, I've lived longer than all of you combined. ”

"Then let's see if I will outlive you in the end." Lian glanced at her, and then said slowly: "It's just, are you really so sure that he won't come out of other baskets next?" He's an anomaly, and if one day he gets more and more women around him, can you be sure that Luna won't be jealous? ”

Hill couldn't help but pause, tilted his head, pointed his fingers at his chin and thought about it, then smiled and said, "No." ”

Lian looked at Hill's smile, sighed in her heart, and whispered, "Whatever you want." ”

She knew it wasn't going to be like that. As long as Hill doesn't agree, or makes excuses to prevaricate in the past, this situation can be prevented, or even made disappear at the source. And as long as there are no coordinates, it is no longer possible to return to a certain world. Mortals, but there is no way to enter hell except death.

She admits that she can't be that ruthless. Since she can't do it, it's good to leave it to someone who can do it. It's because Hill has lived longer than anyone else that he's so "perfect". Not having hope for anything, and being clear about what kind of despair the so-called "man" is.

But that's probably why she's so fascinated by Luna's incredible presence.

It's just that...... Why shouldn't she? At the end of the day, everyone comes together for the same reason, doesn't it?

She smiled indifferently, and whispered in her mouth, and the butterflies that danced happily returned to her hand obediently. After kissing her fingers in respect, it slowly melted into the sleeping girl's forehead and disappeared.

"Is it over?" Hill blinked.

"Yes." Lian nodded, "Let's go." ”

"Will she wake up?" Hill asked impatiently. The sooner things are resolved, the fewer abrupt changes will occur. It's always best to solve this kind of brain fever when it's hot.

"Nope." Lian's words put Ciel's interest down, "Although this spell is easy to use, it also has side effects. She would sleep all day. Although you fixed the time here with an enchantment, it was completely unnecessary. Even if you don't fix her, she won't wake up. ”

Hill froze for a moment, then complained faintly, "Why didn't you say it earlier." ”

Lian glanced at her and asked, "Will you listen?" ”

Hill tilted his head and thought about it, then laughed and said, "Then let's go." ”

She really wouldn't listen. At the end of the day, she doesn't trust the person in front of her. One day, when they have to break up, she will kill the woman in front of her with her own hands. No one but the one who had everything in his hands could escape her killing. Thankfully, the man has no interest in the other side, nor does he have a disagreement with Luna. It's all in time, isn't it?

Ciel disappeared from sight, but Lotus didn't leave immediately, as she had urged, but looked at the empty smallpox as if she was waiting for something. After a few minutes, she burst out laughing, her hand gently pulling the hair from her ear back into place. And the skin that had been covered by the drooping hair, white as snow, was finally revealed. A small clock, identical to that clock, was hidden under the deep ends of the hair, walking at an undetectable pace.

She seemed to sense something, tilted her head slightly, and covered the clock tightly. After making sure that he couldn't see it anymore, he nodded in satisfaction and went back to hell. Only a whisper that no one could know was left, dissolving into the lonely space.

"Mage, it's not like you can only cast spells."