An Lin was stunned and looked at the boy in front of him who was smiling at him.

He didn't expect that the life he had created, the boy who had always been by his side, would stab his sword into his heart and try to take everything from him.

His heart hurts, he is not a saint, how can he endure this kind of thing.

So when An Lin saw those two options, he immediately chose A: kill him!

An Lin's body slowly disappeared, and he looked at the boy standing in place with an indifferent expression.

"Ahh Brother An, why did you disappear!? When the boy saw this scene, he was also stunned.

He hadn't started to absorb the power yet, and he hadn't let Brother An witness his growth on the spot, so why did he suddenly disappear......

In this way, in this empty world, only the boy was left.

He looked around, and there was nothing.

The endless black earth, the gray and vast dusky sky.

The boy looked at the sword in his hand, and his arm trembled uncontrollably.

No one spoke to him anymore, and no one taught him knowledge.

Suddenly, the boy felt that he had no purpose, no direction.

He was abandoned by Brother An...... Or is it because he abandoned Brother An first?

Regret it?

The boy looked at the sky, his eyes reddened, tears rolling in his sockets, and he could no longer take a step.

An Lin looked down at the dazed and weeping boy above the sky, watching him sit on the ground at a loss.

After a long time, loneliness and despair shrouded in.

The boy gradually became insane and his emotions began to become unstable.

The vitality in his body was rioting, his blood turned black, his eyes turned scarlet, and his skin began to congagulate with layers of nail.

He began to transform into the animal that Brother An said, and as his body twisted, tiny legs erupted from his body, and his body swelled dramatically, turning into a spider.

It didn't take long for him to turn into a black giant tiger again, running wild on the continent.

He turned into a flying eagle and rushed into the gray sky, wanting to break free of something, wanting to prove something.

Eventually, he fell to the earth with all his might.

Fell to his death.

There is no liberation after death.

Sadness, pain, despair, violence, distortion......

He became an existence with infinite negative emotions, a dark and twisted body, wandering over the boundless land.

An Lin's heart was shaken when he saw this scene, as if something had finally taken off its disguise.

In the midst of the emotional turmoil, he was dizzy.

The next moment, he appeared in a quaintly decorated room.

It's a very lively event going on here.

An Lin was lying on a couch with a comfortable face.

He looked up out the window, and it was snowing heavily, and the snow was covering a thick layer. The fireplace in the room, the firewood was crackling and burning, enveloping the room in a warm glow.

An oval-shaped blue ghost with white eyes fluttered to An Lin's side, carefully built a pot of hot tea, and brought the teacup to An Lin.

An Lin picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea with a smile on his face, and squinted his eyes happily.

There are golden flaming birds and misty tortoises playing, dwarf stones silently staring, and white humanoids decorating a beautiful tree.

A little fish and a little dragon were arguing about something, and only the little black man was the most reliable, and was making a show of his skills in the kitchen, preparing for tonight's dinner.

A little girl with black wings on her back ran to An Lin with her calves, hugged An Lin's calves and complained: "Brother An Lin, the little colored snake is a trick, she obviously lost a bead in a bet with me, and she hasn't handed it over to me yet!" ”

An Lin looked at the little girl with a small waist and a reluctant snake-tailed body, and he was also a little troubled.

The girl pouted aggrievedly, tears were rolling in her big smart eyes, obviously she had gambled too much, and she couldn't bear that good thing.

Just as An Lin was scratching his head and struggling, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

He got up from his couch, opened the door, and froze.

A little boy was holding a long black sword, standing outside the door and sobbing.

His clothes were in tatters, his nose, cheeks, arms, and feet were red from the extreme cold, and there was a little snowflake on his messy hair.

"Brother Anlin, I was wrong, I was really wrong......"

When the little boy saw An Lin, his tears kept falling, his body was so stiff that he forgot to tremble, only those clear eyes, with infinite remorse and fear.

Of course An Lin knew this boy, this boy was created by him, and in the end, it was this boy who stabbed him.

"Brother Anlin, please forgive me, I will never do that kind of thing in the future."

The boy knelt in the snow, pleading bitterly.

An Lin could see that the boy's grief and remorse could not be faked.

But if you admit your mistake, should you forgive him?

In the room, the sound of frolicking still did not stop, and the fire of the fireplace was burning.

Everything is so warm and beautiful, it is a paradise.

Outside the room, the relentless cold wind whistled incessantly, and the gray sky and endless snow entered the eyes.

Everything is so lonely and hopeless, there is no place for it.

An Lin stood at the door, as if he was on the border of two worlds, facing a choice.

This boy, will he accept him, or abandon him?

From the bottom of his heart, An Lin likes this boy very much.

The two have been together for a long time, and the boy at that time was so cute and pure, just like a pure land containing infinite hope, which will give birth to countless possibilities.

But because he likes it too much, when he faces the boy's betrayal, his heart hurts so much.

The boy's head was already lowered, and he held the only black sword, and his knees were on his knees in the bone-chilling snow, his body curled up like a hedgehog.

An Lin didn't move, and the boy didn't move.

Snowflakes of goose feathers were still falling, covering the boy's head, hiding his thin body.

The gate was not closed, and I don't know how long it was.

An Lin didn't know what kind of emotion it was, he walked out of the door, slowly stretched out his hand to the little boy's head, pushed away the snow covering his body for him, and hugged him tightly.

Cold and warm blend in this moment......

In the midst of chaos and darkness.

An Lin seemed to have had a long, long dream, and when he woke up, there were tears on his face.

He wiped the tears from his face and looked around with some ignorance, stone walls, stone pillars, coffins......

Oh...... Right! I'm in contact with the heart of the gods!

Fortunately, there is no one, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for others to see themselves crying!

He couldn't understand why he could come into contact with a god's heart and have such strange and bizarre dreams.

What does that dream represent? What do those choices represent?

An Lin's heart was heavy when he thought of that boy.

There was a guess in his mind, but he really didn't want to think about it in that direction.

At this moment, the white light cluster and the white river suddenly moved.

They moved at the same time, rushing into his body and beginning to merge!