bgm：Tg Symphonie

Those specious and wonderful stories are circulating in the market, and the teachers and decaying things have resurfaced in people's minds. Hearsay is rampant in the steel jungle, and they are either born out of people's fantasies by accident, or they are the side of some behemoth, a half-claw of some kind of absurd truth.

Dragons and the brave and demons and princesses, the lucky mortals and immortal gods, the enduring dynasties in the sky, the statues with vague faces and no longer explained, the monsters and magicians who walk on the earth, the shadows that emerge when the stars are in the right place...

These things sound so false, yet inexplicably fascinating, with an ineffable sense of reality, and the unreal threads are always interspersed between the truths, weaving the world we live in. No matter whether we see its evil side or not, whether the road ahead is a mirror, or a cruel thorn and blood and tears.

People will eventually move forward, the deceased will die in peace or unwillingness, and those who come after will not stop because of this, and every bit of our pain and pleasure will be full of meaning.

The torrent of life is endless, and once we start, we will never stop.

- Is that really the case?

Thousands of meters in the sky, by virtue of oneself. No, the Daoist after the Divine Disaster Masterpiece was completed with the power of a half-human.

The empty half of its clothes and trouser legs fluttered in the wind, and it had descended from a height of 10,000 meters to the mirror, and then destroyed everything that had lived for thousands of years below.

There is no feeling, no expression, it is as accustomed as brushing the dust off your clothes. This is not something that human beings can understand rationally.

The mysterious truth is often a tempting mushroom with poison, a spiral abyss that runs wildly in contradictions, and finally throws everything into it and swallows it up.

The Taoist did not leave, the afterglow of twilight shone on the side face of his unchanged clown mask, there was no absurd and nonsensical ferocity, just a simple mask, ordinary and ordinary.

The Daoist tilted his head to the left, his head twisted ninety degrees, and it looked like it had fallen off his neck.

It feels like someone thinks that fate has happened to them ... It turns out that it is not, and things have taken a turn for the unpredictable.

"It's really... It's really ... ”

"Boom. That's the one. ”

The voice of the Taoist is very childish, and it is weird, and the tone of the voice is high and low, which makes people cramp in the stomach and want to vomit.

The eyes on the clown mask, simply depicted in oil paint, are facing the direction of the lily of the valley.

The next moment, the Daoist disappeared in place, and in the pale yellow afterglow of the remnant sun, it was like a broken black cloth, pulled by gravity and fell, drifting with the wind. It seemed to weigh very lightly, literally flying in the air like rags, because the huge crater had been formed, the climate of the surrounding area had been changed, and there was still a large amount of air rushing to the bottom of the pit, and they were wrapped in black cloth and embraced the earth reverently.

Vertically on the same straight line, 10,000 meters away.

Lily of the valley is taking to the sky step by step.

The little girl was dressed in a red and black dress, the pleated lace princess dress was gently raised, the short black hair swayed gently in the surging airflow, the face under the bangs was delicate and cold, and at the same time revealed a gloom and darkness that did not belong to her age, making people believe that this girl had hugged her knees and slept for hundreds of millions of years in this deepest and dark ground.

And now. It was the one who had dug up all the rocks along the way, paid all the obstacles, and finally pulled out the rivets and lifted the lid of the dusty coffin.

The heartbreaking gloomy beauty, the exposed white arms and calves are white and shiny, and it seems that the contours around the edges of the body have faded a lot.

。。 Speaking of which,This set of clothes was picked by my brother.,I still wore it in the room to him when I went back that day.。。。 At that time, my sister was still depressed for a while.

The corners of Lily of the Valley's mouth curled slightly, and at the same time, the steps under her feet also accelerated a lot, no longer staying, the time and physical strength required to walk such a long distance alone are not acceptable to ordinary people at all.

However, every time he threw a step upwards in the morning, the figure disappeared directly in place, appearing directly above the distance. This feeling is not like Suzune stepping on the ground and walking on things, it is a real volley void, in short, flying.

The reason why it looks like walking now is just a gesture akin to guidance, putting something unfamiliar into something familiar to understand - or just doing it, the real reason is known only to the girl herself.

After a hundred steps, she had come to the middle of the abyss, and a red blood spot appeared on her white and smooth forehead at some point, which looked very eye-catching and dazzling.

As if feeling the mood of the master, the ordinary dress on the girl's body became more gorgeous, the original black lace edges were all dyed into the color of bright red blood, and all kinds of silk threads were twisted into strange lines, full of bloodstained cruel beauty. Reflecting the girl's still immature body, it is like a flower in full bloom.

It is maddeningly beautiful, even ignoring the aesthetic and biological essence, so unreasonable that even the flowers and trees will be beautiful, and even if they know that the road ahead is a raging fire, they will jump down without hesitation and be burned to the ground.

I remember that if someone saw this scene, their first reaction must be happiness, and then they would commit suicide with that expression of no regret, it is hard to imagine something that can be achieved by appearance alone. No, whoever is here will think it's magic, it's a myth, it's a miracle that can't happen on earth, and they die like this for no reason.

The extraordinary contagiousness, as if it is compulsorily injected into the hearts of other beings with the image of "beauty", and then laughs and ends their ugly lives at all costs.

The black waterfall was carried into the abyss by the wind, and the distance between the two had been reduced to one-third of its original size.

The Daoist wears a mask on his face, so it is supposed to be unable to see anything, so it does not fall into this madness, or even if it does, there will be no problem?But in short, the Daoist is now a blind man in the physical sense, its mask is airtight, its oblique hat and high collar cover the section of its body, its gender is unknown, its race is unknown, its way of being is unknown, everything is unknown.

Compared to the bright red girl below, who unleashed a strong presence, it was really just an inconsequential rag, and after removing the fact that it had just caused the cataclysm, then it was an inconsequential passerby.

The girl didn't look at the rag, she was like Icarus chasing the sun's rays and rising directly into the sky above. Even she herself is a bright red sun, rising from the extreme abyss with its outstretched wings.

It's like a giant bird formed by some kind of flame, which can always break out of its shell in the catastrophe of death again and again. The girl's body exudes a bright red color like splashing ink, and the scarlet color draws two pairs of 100-meter-long bat wings on the girl's back - they are called wings, but in fact, they are more like irregular triangles with spikes at the edges.

The four triangles were not attached to the girl's body, but appeared out of thin air from the void a meter behind her.

The wings, which were originally somewhat folded, trembled slightly, as if they were adapting to the environment, and then slowly, the triangular wings stretched out, and finally opened completely, making a vigorous fluttering movement.

There was no sound of splitting the air, as if the two wings were completely non-existent illusory light and shadow. But then the winds of destruction raged in all directions, dyeing everything they passed in a bright red color, and then falling apart and dissipating without a trace, a scene similar to the destruction brought by the "mirror" of the Taoist.

The entire 100,000-meter-diameter spherical crater was brutally cut into a circular wound, and the mere aftermath of the flight changed the topography of the basin. Later people will be puzzled by this, and in the end it can only be attributed to the work of nature.

Lily of the valley was as fast as a ray of light, leaving two red trails behind it, and when it reappeared, it was close to the black rag.

At this moment, the two were separated by a kilometer, and they happened to be on the same level.