The last second of losing consciousness, I felt empty in my arms.

Although it was only a short half a month, it seems that holding a petite girl has become a habit.

Beginning when I woke up in that stable, countless images flashed back in my mind, from the smell of hay in the windmill pasture to the cowhide boots on the shelves in the closet, from the carriage of the steam train to the glorious ball that night,

Walk through the streets of Milan and through the wheat fields of Italy.

The feeling of cold covering the body came, the bubbles floated farther and farther away from him, and it was pitch black in front of him that he couldn't see anything clearly, and his body seemed to be falling, as if he was being held by someone,

But these feelings were hazy and unreal, making Fang Ran a little confused about whether this was reality or a dream, but there was one thing he slowly remembered,

This is what it feels like him to fall into a sea of ice.

Myself.... Did you fall into the Arctic Ocean?

Ahhh Really.... Fang Ran, you've really made it this far...

Obviously he's just a stupid guy with no confidence.

Slowly closed his eyes, no longer relying on this slight feeling to judge whether this was a dream or reality, and then let his body fall downward.

From rushing out of the campus without a sound... It's been more than half a month...

Recalling that night when he rushed out of Beijing University in a panic and anxiously, it was clear that it should have been a few days ago, but it inexplicably made Fang Ran feel that a long time had passed.

At first, it was probably out of self-blame and guilt.

learned that Ling was in a crisis, and he had only cared about nothing for more than half a month, and he was afraid of the trouble to avoid the self-blame and guilt of the night battle world.

Touched by the man at the end of the summer vacation who gave half a century of life for his love, he deliberately magnified his anxiety and guilt and rushed to the North Pole, obviously he had never gone out alone before this, nor had he taken a plane.

With his eyes closed, the moment his consciousness was hazy, the feeling of falling cold sea water disappeared, and he seemed to have returned to the ten-hour flight, lying on the table at hand, looking at the night sea of clouds outside the window with a blurred vision.

I don't know who I've heard say,

Man himself is a creature that does not change, and man is a creature that can only change when he meets others.

How much have you changed since you got on that flight?

Oh, maybe from the moment I met that golden fairy-like figure, I started to change...

The scene flashed through the airport, the hotel, the icebreaker, and the conversation with the beautiful flight attendant, the capable strong woman, and the young man who was somewhat similar to himself, making Fang Ran realize that this was really a dream.

Sorry, it'll be fine in a while, and I'll wake up in a while.

Like a snooze child, he muttered to someone he didn't know.

will only do what you can do, that's because you only do what you can do,

There was really no support for him, only the moment he stepped into the Arctic ice field, which was far from the scope of what he would do, and no one knew how nervous he was during the hours of the trek, relying on armor and compressed biscuits.

However, it has to be done.

If you only do what you can do, you will always only do what you can do...

If you only want to shrink smoothly in your daily life, you will never be able to become Ling's power.

So he recognized his strength, so he forced out the courage to fight,

So I decided to step into the world of night war.

The moment when he faced the strongest combat power of the Nightless Palace on the ice sea, he vented his strength, gave up all his evasion and cowardice, and faced everything in front of him head-on.

For the first time, Fang Ran felt that those people who he once felt very powerful were no longer far away from him.

Although this is the consciousness of the participants, the awakening is a little late.

But it doesn't matter, Fang Ran.

You've really made it this far.

When you really become a participant, you can control that power freely and calmly, and the truth of what happened a hundred years ago is also unfolding before your eyes.

All that's left to do may just be....

The feeling on the ice field disappeared, and the dream seemed to return to the twilight when the ice sea fell, Fang Ran opened his black eyes slightly, as if he could catch the glimmer of light, and sink with confidence...

Then the dream awakened.

The eyelashes trembled, and little by little I struggled to open my dark eyes,

The scene in front of me was unexpectedly not the dark space in the depths of the sea of ice supported by the force field, but the bright space with a faint blue light.

Well?

The moment his vision became clearer and clearer, the sharp pain of tearing up and down his body came, not the price of rushing back to Ling at any cost in the scene, but the burden of exhausting everything on the sea of ice before entering the scene.

The moment when he opened his mouth, but couldn't shout, and there was nothing on his body that could be controlled,

Fang Ran suddenly felt that he was not lying on the ground, but on some soft pillow, and a figure was slowly clearing in the blurred vision.

Like that night when he was desperate and powerless in the face of B-99, he could only collapse in the face of the reenactment, and Fang Ran saw the witch who was different from the demon Ye exposed a hundred years ago, wearing a black cloth cloak and a puzzled and quiet face.

"Are you awake?"

The witch's soft and charming voice sounded in her ears, and Fang Ran looked at her at this moment with wide black eyes,

In my memory, just moments ago, he was still in that town facing the terrifying and crazy her a hundred years ago.

opened his mouth, but sure enough, he still couldn't make a sound, he had squandered too much magic energy in the battle above the ice sea, and his body couldn't bear it at all.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

The pale and demonic face was hidden under the hood of the black cloth, and the witch looked at her puppet that was about to break, and there was an unknown amount of distress in her eyes.

So she stretched out her hand and placed it flat on top of Fang Ran's forehead, and her mind control was slightly activated, covering out the sharp pain that made Fang Ran uncomfortable.

"It's... You saved me again...? ”

As if he had finally shaken off the heavy burden, his throat was finally able to spit out air, Fang Ran looked at the witch in front of him, and felt that this scene was like the scene in that assessment scene,

She was there for her again when she was in a desperate situation.

"No, it's her."

The witch looked at Fang Ran with distress and tenderness, and with a flick of her fingers, the black box floated, and a spatial coordinate was lit up on it.

"She activated the spatial coordinates of this base and this thing."

The black eyes slowly widened, and Fang Ran looked at his black box incredulously, not expecting it to be able to do such a thing.

It's Ling...

Is it Ling...

Be... Ahh

Exhaled slowly, Fang Ran didn't know why he felt a little relieved and closed his black eyes.

"Do you want to go up?"

"Hmm..."

The bewitching woman asked softly, and the quiet and hazy young man spoke out affirmatively.

"Do you need me to lend you strength?"

Looking at the young man lying on his lap, the slightly hoarse voice that was still charming mixed with laziness and mystery, the witch asked softly, her white fingers brushing the broken hair on his sideburns, and her violet eyes lowered quietly.

The gentle breathing slowly fell with the young man's chest, and there was no immediate answer to the silence,

Time seemed to pass quietly between the two of them at the moment.

Maybe it took a long time before Fang Ran slowly struggled to open his black eyes and look at the person in front of him who he had actually only met a few times, but he always asked her to help him for free for no reason, and he felt guilty and sad and whispered:

"Is that really possible..."

Then he saw the witch smile.

"It's okay, Fang Ran."

The witch Violet's eyes overflowed with deep doting, and the smile of tolerance, warmth, and all other emotions hooked up at the corners of her mouth, and her soft words were like humming a song into Fang Ran's ears.

"It doesn't matter if you want my strength, if you don't want to rely on me all the time, if you want to live in a carefree and sunny world all the time, or if you want to change the world of contact with night battles,"

"Be afraid, be brave..."

She looked at Fang Ran's dark eyes and spoke softly and seriously:

"Whatever you choose, it doesn't matter."

Looking at the witch's smile, her black eyes slowly widened at this moment.

Have you ever thought that someone in the world can choose to be tolerant of anything about you, whether it's right or wrong?

The witch looked at him and smiled softly, the sound of her heart beating in her chest, and the second she looked at her puppet, the depths of her violet eyes swelled with love and doting, and whispered overflowing.

"Whatever your choice is, I will be on your side, I can be your mother, I can be your sister, I can be your wife or lover...."

"I can be anything you rely on."

Fang Ran never thought that there would be such a person in the world.

Obviously, he maintains an important connection, but for the first time he has a serious conversation with a witch,

For the first time, I knew how much the figure in front of me loved and tolerated me.

"So you just have to live freely according to your wishes."

The witch smiled softly, she stretched out her pale hand and wanted to touch the side of her doll's face, but at the moment when her fingertips just touched the skin of Fang Ran's cheek,

The violet eyes on the bewitching and beautiful face froze slightly, and the witch was stunned by the mysterious and ominous figure wearing a black cloth cloak on one side.

Memories that don't exist in time come warmly.

The witch looked down at Fang Ran's expression for a moment, and then the surprise slowly melted into a slow suddenness and smile on the pale and demonic face.

The hood of the black cloth slipped down, and she rubbed her hands against the cheeks of the young man on her lap, slowly lowering her upper body to cover the glimmer close to the black eyes, and the black hair slipped down from her snow-white shoulders on one side.

In the base at the bottom of the Arctic Ocean, the pitch-black youth and the witch in the black dress are close together,

Violet's eyes were full of love and moisture, and her deep voice sounded softly as if it had spanned a hundred years.

"I... Found you...."