"That's not right, we've only seen it on Margotic Island. Yang Haohui said.

"The time of promotion is the most unstable moment for the spirit of the elementalmaster. It was also thanks to this that I was able to show up at that time. Yang Haohui continued to smile, "I really didn't expect that you would ask me to postpone the arrival of that heart calamity in order to help Xi Kui avenge it, and I originally wanted to occupy your body on the island." ”

"The Elementalist will fall into a coma during the Heart Tribulation, and there will be no time to deal with you at that time, so I must spare the strength to deal with Geng Huo. Yang Haohui hissed, "I've been thinking about what you are since the entrance exam, the heart tribulation is just a projection of the elemental's mental trauma, it is impossible for me to appear, let alone communicate with me...... It wasn't until you appeared when I gave the name Jiuyang that I learned everything about you, just like the name of the meta-technique that will appear in the heart of the elementalist after the learned trait is refined...... I didn't expect that...... I actually have a blood award, you are actually my blood award!"

"Surprised? Didn't you already guess after talking to Yayin? I'm a force that has nothing to do with your Yuan Energy. You can't hide anything from me, because we're one. ”

"I was surprised that you would agree to my request. Yang Haohui said softly, "So at that time, I will say 'thank you' to you." ”

"Yang Haohui" smiled noncommittally, and he flicked the light band connecting the hearts of the two with great interest, and each light touch would cause a violent spasm throughout Yang Haohui's body.

"It hurts, myself. "Yang Haohui" slightly increased the intensity of playing the light band, "I understand, I said that we are one." Did you know that there are 13 levels of pain in human beings, and the 13 levels of pain are when the mother gives birth. This is the act of excreting a piece of one's own bone and blood from the body, which cannot be compared with a thousand cuts. And I am your blood, the power in your blood, and my detachment is similar to the act of childbirth, but the pain it causes you is far worse than childbirth. Do you remember Geng Yan who was drained of the fire spirit? He couldn't stand it. ”

"Is this nonsense to shake me?" Despite Ling Chi's severe pain, Yang Haohui actually smiled, "It's a pity, I can't die yet." ”

"Should you laugh now?" Yang Haohui tilted his head, still with a harmless smile on his face, "I am in severe pain, isolated, and the one who will fight you is me who is stronger than you." You're going to die, trust me. ”

Mo Meng always said that I laughed very strangely, and said that I would only laugh when I was uncomfortable. Yang Haohui said, "Because someone told me that the more distressed I am, the more I have to face it with a smile." You get the ...... That's what my mom told me. ”

The moment the word "mother" came out, the flawless smile on the face of "Yang Haohui" burst for a moment, and all the expressions on his face gradually disappeared. The two looked at each other silently like a mirror image, and the air in the darkness seemed to freeze, and the silence was unsettling.

"If you're the one who survives today, you'd better not be prepared to tell anyone. ”

"Well, there's no need. ”

"Myself, how stupid are you...... The same is true for the entrance exam, the same is true for the actual combat class, and the same is true for Margotic Island!" "Yang Haohui's voice gradually became higher, "You can easily give your life for others! But you can't even show the courage to tell them the truth and let them bear it with you!"

He jerked up the sleeve of his left arm and pointed to a reddish scar on his arm: "This is what Boss Zhou left by you to extinguish the cigarette butt!

Immediately afterwards, he pulled open his trouser leg and slapped a visible stitch mark on his calf: "This is what Pan Chen left when he pulled you to kick the ball! He deliberately cut you off from behind! Do you remember the piece of skin and flesh that was about to fall off at that time? If you open it a little, you can see Bai Sensen's shin!"

"And this!" "Yang Haohui" brushed away his long and soft forehead hair, and a small piece of scalp at the hairline was not grassy, "You have been keeping your hair, aren't you afraid that this injury will be exposed! You haven't forgotten? Wei Teng hid a flower pot on the door when you passed by the door of the classroom! And then? What did he say to you with blood all over his head? Oh, don't care, Happy April Fool's Day!"

"It's a stab from when you put a thumbtack on your seat!"

"This is what Yang Li left after she put a piece of skin that was painted with 502 in your pencil case and tore off a piece of skin!"

"And this ......"

"These ......"

The speed of "Yang Haohui" is getting faster and faster, and the hatred of grinding teeth and sucking blood hidden in his words is becoming more and more obvious. He frantically counted the pain left on him by the blade called "Past", and he could no longer keep his composure, and shouted loudly.

"Is it worth it? Is it worth it! The world has hurt you so deeply! Isn't what you should do for revenge? Why do you still care about other people like this! Why do you force yourself to be like this!"

Yang Haohui hung his head and was silent for a long time. After a moment he raised his head again, his tone firm.

"It's worth it. ”

"Yang Haohui" choked.

"You know what? Six years, six years since Mom and Dad disappeared. No one cares where I am, and no one thinks I'm important. Eating is a person, sleeping is a person...... No matter how scared I am, no matter how boring I am, I'm the only one. Even if he dies suddenly, no one will know. Yang Haohui laughed self-deprecatingly, "I don't like you, but I think you're right...... I'm a light elemental, but I can't even shine on my own heart. ”

"But one day, on my darkest day. A beautiful girl held out her hand to me and told me that she would help me get back to the field when I was being bullied and that we should go home...... Do you know how I felt? I saw the light...... On the darkest day, I saw the light!"

"And then there were many, many more people around me. Some are very kind uncles, and some are

A very annoying stinky temper boy who got me into a lot of trouble...... But I like them a lot, and every single one of them is important to me. With them I am no longer alone, and I will not be ...... anymore I'm lonely. ”

"But do you believe they love you?" Yang Haohui sneered, "No, you still can't trust them." You don't have to lie to me, and don't talk about the friendship that only exists in those teenage comics. You're still afraid, afraid that you're going to lose it. ”

"yes, I can't be as brave as Nozomi after all, I can't believe it...... Because it's all so beautiful, it's like a dream. Yang Haohui gasped, "But that's enough, I'm satisfied." ”

"So those things, the things of reconciliation, the things of the ghost class...... And my own business, I can't even bite off my tongue. Those are burdens, troubles...... I can't bring these problems to them, and I'm still so scared, afraid that they will think that I have caused them trouble because of these bad things, that they will think that I am 'different' from them. ”

"I'm the only one who has experienced so many dirty things, only I have the light element energy, only I have the blood of your own consciousness and thoughts, only I ...... Like an anomaly. People instinctively reject the different, and I'm always the most special one in the crowd...... But I want to be 'the same' as them! Even if I use such an unbearable method to cover up, even if I can only disguise myself, I want to be like them!"

"So I can't say those things, or I'll be different. They slowly moved away from me, alienated me, and thought I was a monster...... And then I'll be a human again. Yang Haohui took two deep breaths, his voice trembling slightly, "It's ridiculous, but I'm such a bastard who is so selfish that I pay for others for myself, a waste who can't live without others." ”

"How could I laugh at you. "Yang Haohui" said softly, "Like Fang Xinyu, like Pan Chen." One person hates another, often because of something small and unimportant...... How can anyone know better than me? After all, in the past six years, the only ...... has been with you It's just me."

Yang Haohui squeezed out a smile from his face, which was getting whiter from pain, but he didn't say anything more. It was rare for him to say so many unnutritious confessions, perhaps because the battle to the death was approaching, or because he wanted to say these words a long time ago, but no one could hear them.

The band of light thinned out, and the separation of the blood was coming to an end. The two of them met eye contact in unison, and the last moment when the light disappeared was the beginning of the battle.

"But, what you think is really as you just said?" Yang Haohui suddenly said, "What you insist on is really for yourself?"

Yang Haohui was stunned.

"Would you decide to help Geng Yan because of Xi Kui's sense of mission, or did you really want to help them from the bottom of your heart?" Yang Haohui whispered, "Do you want to win me, do you want to survive or do you want to live and continue to fight for the expectations of others?" Also, why do you still say to me when you know that I am here to occupy your body...... Thank you. ”

Yang Haohui was stunned, he lowered his head and did not answer.

"At that time, would you reject Mo Meng, and was it really because you were afraid of disappointing her and being afraid that she would leave you? Or do you understand that you can only return to the original world or die to find out the truth...... And don't want to drag her down?"

Yang Haohui was silent for a long, long time, and finally he raised his head, still not saying a word, just laughing again. is smiling as bright as the sun, but for some reason, people can't help but feel distressed.

"You've changed, myself. ”

"I've always been who I am. ”

"You're just a too gentle idiot, a fool who only dares to put a 'selfish' label on yourself before you dare to pay for others. Yang Haohui sighed softly, "Admit it, you don't ...... at all It's not selfish. ”

He turned his head and looked at the pouring rain outside the window, and his tone was quiet: "Mo Meng is deeply affectionate, how can you ever be a little different." ”

The last band of light broke silently, and Yang Haohui stood up upright against the sharp pain that would collapse at any time, while "Yang Haohui" sank slightly, posing as if he was ready to attack at any time. The same two people held the same giant sword in their hands at the same time, and the killing power of ** swept through the entire dark restaurant like a hurricane.

"When a person feels unlucky, there are often two ways to fix it. "Yang Haohui" said coldly, "You are the former, myself." You want to bring happiness to others and make up for your regrets a little, and I ...... If you want to heal your own misfortune, the best way is to make others equally unlucky! I am not as generous as you, and I will get back all the people and things that have hurt 'us' one by one! Don't think that you can always pretend to be an 'ordinary person', you will always be a monster...... Same with me!"

"You won't succeed, don't think I'm still the first order of me. Yang Haohui looked directly at the ghostly boy in front of him, and a flash of guilt flashed over his eyes, "I'm sorry, I can save many, many people, but I can't save you...... I can't save myself. I don't want to kill you, but I still have so much to do...... I have to go back! I promised Mo Meng that I would go back soon! I have to live! I will defeat anyone who stands in my way, even if that person is ...... It's me!"

He saved everyone he could, but he was the only one who fought with his sword.

The exact same light pattern bloomed around the two of them at the same time, this was the mental tribulation that he had to go through when he ascended to the second order, it was the backlash of the blood grant against him, and it was also the head-to-head confrontation between his good and evil sides.

The living live, the defeated die, cruel and bloody.

The one who wins will be the Yang Haohui in the future.

There was no more nonsense, and the two of them let out a deafening roar at the same time, rushing forward and colliding! Everything in the restaurant was shattered in the collision, and the lightning that exploded illuminated the two of them

Face, the symphony of the two Jiuyang resounded in the rainstorm night sky outside the window.

For three whole days, as if two wild beasts were about to tear each other apart and chew each other, even a moment of sound was enough to make people have a nightmare for a lifetime, and the terrible sound lingered in the basement of the botanical garden.

......

On the evening of February 18, 619 in the Yuan calendar, Bacardi, who had not appeared for a long time, appeared at the gate of the botanical garden.

This old man, who always has a sense of joy, has no smile on his face at the moment.

Bacardi has always smoked hard, but he rarely drinks alcohol. It's not that he doesn't feel like alcohol, it's just that the smell of alcohol can irritate many exotic plants and affect the experiment. But today he opened the wine taboo for the first time, and the wine was drenched on the three wisps of long beard, and his old face was red like a rotten tomato.

As for the reason for drinking, it was none other than because he knew about Nozomi's death.

Bacardi has no children all his life, and with his relationship with Qianji, he has long regarded Geng Yan and Xikui as his own. Taking advantage of the holiday, he spent three days in the tavern with the built-in union. The bartender there was very surprised, and he didn't understand it. Why did this vice-principal, who had always been crazy on weekdays, not say a word since he entered the tavern. Just binge drinking, just silent old tears, until the bottles were piled up on every inch of the tavern floor.

How to wash away the pain? Bacardi didn't know. The only way he could come up with that was to put his trust in wine.

Back at the botanical garden, Bacardi staggered inside. Those rare plants that he usually regarded as the pearl of his palm were disdainful at the moment, and he casually opened the bottles and cans on the laboratory table, lying on the table, just wanting to have a good night's sleep.

But after a few moments, Bacardi suddenly straightened up, and looked in the direction of the basement in surprise. The moment his side face touched the tabletop, the elementalist's superior hearing helped him catch the slight noise coming from the tabletop. The sound transmitted between the solids is far more obvious than the air, and the source of the sound is the basement, the heart of the entire botanical garden.

"Intruder!!"

Bacardi roared and got up, smashing the lab table with one palm. Two thick snake-neck scale extracts have already been obtained, and Dokot has used this plant extract as a disease detection tool, but due to the limitation of rank, both volume and hardness are far from comparable to those extracted from Bacardi. The scales of the snakeneck scales were fastened and quickly hardened under Bacardi's control, and one side sharpened, turning into two thick "plant machetes".

He didn't know who the thief dared to do such a thing, but the strength of the wine and grief made his anger burn like never before.

Bacardi strode towards the basement, the alloy door of the basement deformed and bulging from the inside as if it had been battered by a battering ram.

Split horizontally and vertically, the alloy gate was split into four by a machete with snake neck scales. Bacardi followed with a kick on the crumbling gate, which collapsed. Just as he was ready to punish this thief who invaded his private territory without knowing whether to live or die, the scene in front of him completely shocked him.

Blood, all blood.

Every inch of the empty basement walls was stained with a harsh red. The blood flowers were engraved on the walls in different radial shapes, as if they were the result of dozens of blood-made bombs detonating one after another. Bright red blood that had not yet dried up and black blood clots that had dried up were running viscously along the walls and ceiling. In addition, large and small cut marks cover every corner of the basement, including the floor. The physical destruction and the infiltration of blood had left the walls crisp and peeling off like sand.

Purgatory on earth, Bacardi thought of these four words uncontrollably.

Baejah wanted to scream, even a seasoned elementalist would vomit in the midst of this horrific scene, but the boy standing with his back to him in the center of the room held him back. The boy's body could already be described as "sparse", dripping with blood sticking his skin to his torn clothes, and a half-severed arm swaying like a pendulum, only a layer of epidermis remained. The sword wounds all over his body had devastated his body, and the wounds were deep enough to see the bones, and the rolled flesh had faintly rotted. The boy uses a brilliant golden giant sword to support his inhumanoid self, like a doll that will fall apart at any moment.

Bacardi shivered as he stared at the boy's emerald green hair.

Except that the hair color of the forest spirit clan is the same as the color of its own elemental energy attribute, it is impossible for a human to have such an unnatural hair color, and the boy's normal-sized ears also confirm Bacardi's conjecture. There is only one person who has the ability to change hair color.

"Little ...... Haohui?"

The boy's body trembled slightly, he turned his head stiffly, and barely squeezed out a smile with his broken face: "Ah, Grandpa Bacardi, are you back......"

Before the words fell, Yang Haohui stumbled backwards, and Bacardi hurriedly stepped forward to support him, holding the back of his head with his hand and slowly flattening him.

"Your ...... Your experimental items...... I left it outside the door, no ...... Didn't hurt. Yang Haohui said angrily, "Yes...... Sorry to take you this ...... It's dirty here. ”

"Breathe! Breathe! I will save you!" Bacardi hurriedly refined a few Baishiling flowers and kneaded them and fed them to Yang Haohui, his eyes were red, "Who hurt you like this! Tell me! The old man went to kill him!"

"I didn't ...... No one, I practiced it myself...... I made a mistake in practicing meta-techniques. The medicinal power surged, Yang Haohui couldn't hold on anymore, and fell asleep deeply.

Before Yang Haohui was completely unconscious, he seemed to be afraid that Bacardi would still be worried. He used his last bit of strength to leave a sentence intermittently.

"Nothing, everything. ”

May all the "different" people in the world finally be understood

May the tenderness and affection of the kings of the world every time be known