If one day, go back to that dream again, would you still want to wake up?

There is no distinction between dreams and reality, no matter when and where, pain and happiness always depend on each other.

You'll cry, you'll laugh, you'll laugh until you lose your voice, you'll stop growling.

Yet it was always like this, like a weak shadow, cowering under the window of disrepair, hiding its form, escaping the narrow breathing passage caused by the deep sorrow, in the center of the flickering tears, only the moonlight that flooded in was still not forgotten.

Only I don't want to admit it, all life can see it, and once again, I have to bear it again.

The despair of crying and laughing inexplicably coexists, as fragile and cold as snowflakes, distorted and illusory, and makes a roar like a train, and even blocks it.

I think, I have to admit it.

I'm Xiaofa.

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I am the rarest of the mist birds, and I am a descendant of the king of the king of the Misty Bird clan. Although I am regarded as ominous by the tribe because I cannot sing, I still have eyes that are strong enough to see the essence of everything in the world.

It's like being able to see through death, and you can tell at a glance that all the images you see at the moment are illusions.

But I don't want to, I don't want to expose this illusion at all.

It makes me rejoice, it makes me sad, it makes me regret, it makes me hesitate.

I wanted to lie, and the lie was delivered to me.

Am I too weak?

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Flower field.

The sight is the white Kadoria that is too familiar to be familiar, and you are in the midst of it. It is the only little red.

It's like returning to the first encounter, the pretty body covered with real ochre feathers, the pure light Su Fang color is not complicated and numerous, but it is the only one in this world that can touch me, the long ornamental feathers of Akane set off a heat wave that is gentler than magma, drowning my messy feathers, so that all the pain and trembling in my body have stopped, but it is not the pain paralysis caused by burning.

"You're so beautiful......" is still a crisp voice.

I think all the gravitational pull of the earth has been replaced, and in this moment, the illusion is filled with real light, and it is the happiness that has been lost.

Stood stunned. I want to ask you out loud. but dare not touch you.

I'm afraid that I will wake up when I touch it, and I am afraid that if I touch you, it will all come to naught.

I raised my wings, only to catch a glimpse of my feathers covered in scars, the marks of a lightning storm. I smiled a little idiotically. It's so embarrassing again!

But I want you to know. My wings are not wide, but they are strong enough to hold you underneath.

You don't need to come to protect me anymore, let me protect you.

Because you've been gone for too long, too long.

It was so long that it made me feel as if the whole world was out of balance and turned upside down.

So long that the shadows were completely scorched by the sun.

So. Can you stop leaving......

However, as if to tell me that self-deception can only be illusory happiness after all, the cold mist is approaching us, and the moment of broken dreams is approaching.

Taking advantage of the fact that I lost the ability to control my body and mind, the fog gradually thickened, falling on the quiet and blooming Cadoria, extinguishing all the youthful breath and warmth, and cutting off this beautiful picture.

The whole scene changed as the silence descended to the blur here, but I was trapped in it, not moving.

Dark streaks, unbearable cacophonies, and sharp attacks that are powerless to resist.

Something protected me, with the scent of body temperature.

The hot liquid splattered and spilled onto my eyes, rendering my precious eyes with divine powers red.

I couldn't seem to hear anything.

But I could still see the red glow of the emerald shadows, the light mottled through the shadows of the trees like stars in the sky.

Tears, just tears, turn into a simple liquid without thought and weight, transparent wet lubrication.

Why, why did the killing take place under such a clear sky?

This dream is too beautiful, like a dream, but the death of destruction is incomparably real, dressed in a gorgeous garment, taking away separation, telling me how insignificant, telling me that pain and happiness always depend on each other, oh, this torture! The scorching burning refused to stop biting me inch by inch.

I'm sorry, I can't take it.

I'm sorry, I'm so weak.

Let me see you die for me again, and I won't live.

- You're so beautiful......

- But I like you.

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――I always feel that you have a sweet smell on you.

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Over and over again, from the first time we met to the eternal separation, we kept repeating ourselves in front of our eyes.

I don't need anyone to save me, and when you leave for the first time, I shouldn't be alone.

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Gray looked at Xiaofa lying on the ground, there was no **, but his slightly curled body was trembling uncontrollably, from twitching to slowly trembling, even if it was him, he couldn't help but start feeling pity.

Angelica? Alexander's pupil technique, "Cradle Diary", does not allow him to see the inner weakness of the recipient, but it can create illusions, unlike Loki's materialized hallucinations, which will alternate between what the other person wants to see and what he least wants to see, causing him to fall into a never-ending cycle of reincarnation, unable to extricate himself from momentary bliss and endless despair.

The most cruel torture is this, which distorts and destroys it little by little from the inside, causing it to collapse its spirit, making its body incapacitated, and the brain stops thinking at the same time, and it will give up the will to live.

"I'll leave it to you." Angelica suddenly opened her mouth and gave the order, her tone so skillful that it seemed to be very normal.

Gray looked at Xiaofa on the ground, cleared his throat and became distracted again.

"Gray, give it the final blow." The gentle and firm tone is soft and cruel.

Perhaps, for Angelica, she performs some kind of noble and sacred ritual that cannot be polluted.

Gray raised his hand obediently, and the five hideous fingers that were not far apart and slightly curved echoed with lightning entanglements and stabbing sounds, in fact, this was his ability, the destructive power of electric shocks had given him a superior position in the Alexander family, but he personally seemed to be quite partial to knives, rarely used electric shocks, and only showed strength to his whims.

His hand moved forward slightly, maintaining the posture before the lightning strike, and did not move.

Angelica was a little displeased, but she didn't frown, nor did she look at Gray, a pair of eyes shrouded in paradoxical aura were always firmly fixed on Xiaofa's body.

You can see that the rate of trembling becomes slower and weaker.

Suddenly, Gray changed his expression and threw out lightning, but it landed around Xiaofa's body, disrupting all the purple iris petals that were dancing wildly, and a thunderclap exploded, and the weak petals turned into debris with gray smoke, and fell to the ground unrecognizable.

Angelica suddenly changed color, "Gray, what do you want to do?" ”

Gray didn't touch Xiaofa, but as if he hadn't done the disobedience, he went around behind Angelica, bent down and picked up the beige lace blindfold from the ground, and put it back on her with the gentlest force he could.

"I have a crush on it, let it be my pet in the future, don't you mind!"

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In the girls' dormitory building in the distance, Gu Xiaoxiao didn't know anything about what was happening at the moment. (To be continued......)