40th year of the Sand Hidden Calendar, May 22, 9 a.m.

Sarah, the sixteen-year-old queen of Loulan, hurriedly put on the gorgeous queen's dress handed over by a bulging puppet butler in her bedroom.

"There's still time." Sara said to the puppet.

It's actually talking to myself.

She knew that this was a lifeless wooden man, but she didn't know when these puppets were filled everywhere in her life, and what was uncomfortable was that she had become accustomed to it silently.

Sara lifted her skirt and ran, panting all the way up to the top floor from the middle floor of the Loulan Tower.

What I saw was An Lushan, who was still fat and fat, and he respectfully stood in front of the door of the balcony on the top floor, as he was more than ten years ago, harmless to humans and animals.

"Your Majesty—" An Lushan's mellow body turned slightly, and he made a gesture of invitation to the outside of the balcony.

"I'm not late, am I?" Sara asked repeatedly.

An Lushan nodded and comforted: "Of course." Whenever Your Majesty arrives, the subjects downstairs will not blame Your Majesty. ”

"It's good that you're not late." Sara said concernedly.

She is very sensitive to time, because she does not like to use the calendars of other countries to define the time of this land, but Loulan has been isolated from the world for hundreds of years, and after An Lushan appeared in this ancient small country, Loulan gradually walked out of the great desert of the country of wind and looked at the world.

In order to connect with the world, Loulan had to accept the time setting of her neighbor, Shayin Village.

This once made Sara, who had become sensible, feel humiliated.

But what can she do?

Following An Lushan's gesture of respect, Sara lowered the corner of her skirt, slowed down, and walked forward.

Through the door in front of the balcony, the new sunlight is projected unscrupulously, and the flickering light is inevitably a little dazzling, but it is also inexplicably warm and reassuring.

No matter how slow you are, as long as you insist on moving forward, you will definitely reach the end.

Sara stepped into the light.

The golden light, as soon as she came into contact with it, actually made her feel hot.

This is the sunshine of the Great Desert of the Land of Winds, which is scorching and spicy, and it is its consistent performance.

Sara suddenly felt a little afraid, whether it was a woman's instinct, or simply afraid that the sun would tan her white and tender skin, she couldn't tell.

But An Lushan knows very well that his opportunity to monopolize Loulan is coming.

This is the result of sixteen years of waiting.

On the back of the light, inside the balcony, An Lushan's gesture of respectful invitation remained unchanged, and the only thing that changed was a sinister smile flashing on his fat cheeks.

The smile was light, so slight that it was hard to fathom.

Sara stepped out the door and into the balcony, her delicate body completely exposed to the scorching sun.

"Hello!"

Sara waved her right hand, thinking solemnly a blunt greeting to the crowd below.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"

"Her Majesty, Your Majesty—"

"La-la-la-"

"Hooray, hooray—"

Under the tower, the crowd erupted into a wave of even higher decibels.

However, Sara had no idea what the people below were saying.

Under the supervision of An Lushan, the craftsmen of the Loulan Tower built this exclusive royal building to a height of more than 200 meters.

Sara stood on the top floor of the tower, overlooking the ground, and could only see the vast central square, crowded with a small black dot with a human head, like a wave roaring towards the sky, rolling with a crazy sound, rushing into the sky, but the fool who was too cold to hear the sound was a vicious curse or an obsessive whisper.

"Hello!"

Sara is like a marionette, shouting emotional lines and dancing gracefully, but her face is expressionless from beginning to end.

She wasn't embarrassed because she didn't know that her life was more than just self-rigidity.

The moving echoes in the square are all recorded by the blurred puppet toys.

This day-to-day worship meeting is nothing more than a play played by a scheming villain.

How could she, who was still young, understand how many unknown villains and madmen were hidden in this cruel world?

The bright sun shines enthusiastically on the earth.

Queen Loulan, who had always lived in a cage designed by others, suddenly felt a strong hand behind her pressing down at a certain moment.

"Her Majesty—"

When she noticed something unusual, Sara heard a familiar greeting.

"It's time for you to disappear—"

The voice happily added.

Sara, dressed in a gorgeous queen's dress, stood on top of a tall tower, her stiff cheeks suddenly dull into confusion.

Should you disappear? Who? Why?

Such thoughts disappeared in an instant after being pierced into the cochlea by the happy laughter behind him.

She only felt that a big fat hand was leaning on her back and gently pushing.

Sara's eyes widened.

She reacted.

It's An Lushan!

- Why?

She grabbed the railing on the balcony.

The iron railing had been incomparably strong and solid since the Loulan Tower had been built, but when she really needed it, she suddenly realized—

It turns out that everything in this world is unreliable!

Sara is dressed in a gorgeous queen's dress, and the unique patterns and decorations on the queen's dress reflect the heartstrings of brilliance in the sunlight.

This different brilliance, from the moment the girl's feet were empty and her body suddenly staggered, it suddenly burst into a shining light.

It was a tear welling up from the girl's right eye socket.

Just a drop and nothing else.

The high places are unbearable, and they are all deceitful.

Nothing is more chilling than when you fall from a great height.

It's just that why are the people in the square below cheering as always?

"La-la-la-"

"Her Majesty, Your Majesty—"

"Hooray, hooray—"

The raucous was consistent, as if to laugh at the girl's surprise.

At that moment, the girl who was about to fall from the tower to hell felt countless grievances, frustration and loss in her heart, until her eyes were empty, and she could no longer see the difference between heaven and earth, and despair spread to the depths of her heart.

"Bastard Mizuki! Help her! ”

"What's my business?"

"Please, save her!"

A kneeling sound rang out in a remote corner on the edge of the noisy central square.

In a dark corner where light and shadow could not be touched, a little girl fell to her knees in tears, her long bright red hair falling silently to the ground, and the unsightly dust stained her red hair.

At that time, there was a white-haired man with a hard heart who stared at the little girl expressionlessly for half a second.

Then, the man said, "Okay." ”

Then, a thin layer of purple chakra attached to his feet.

A thunderous figure flashed from the darkness.

In the eternal scorching sunshine, a desperate red-haired girl quietly fell from the sky.

Until suddenly a swift figure flashed on the ground.

A pair of hands suddenly grabbed the girl.

Sarah's eyes widened, and before she could think, a white-haired man steadily embraced him into his arms.

——

(Tired, skinless, good night.) ）