Terrorists, like other demons, like other demons, like to breed in dark places with resentment. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Living things, dead things, birds, fish and insects, flowers and plants.

Everything has the potential to become the existence of demons, born out of grudges and killed by grudges.

After the death of the deceased cherry blossoms, the resentment of everyone enveloped this once-incomparably beautiful cherry blossom forest.

The cherry blossoms were soaked and dissipated by the cold resentment, the trunks of the trees lost their vitality, and all the plants and animals became distorted.

Endless resentment and negativity are their nourishment.

From a little bit, change, grow, that vicious grievance is their habit.

They are the embodiment of that vicious resentment.

Resentful demons born of humans, they also like to kill and devour humans.

They are good at attributing "things" to their original owners.

But this was mixed with a chaotic aura, and the star pupil couldn't feel anything.

The seven-colored eyes are just peeking at the thick fog.

"Light strings, be careful around."

Xingtong subconsciously twitched his nose, his colorful eyes gradually became vigilant, and his eyebrows became "Chuan".

Seeing Xingtong's solemn expression, Light String couldn't help but become more alert, and put the scabbard on his back, holding the Black Feather Sword in his right hand.

The bright silver blade flickered above the ink pupil in the firelight of the left hand, and a faint sense of dependence came from the left hand.

Black Feather is an existence he can rely on.

The dark shadow was clear in the distance, but it was obscured by a thick fog.

I can't find anything at all, I can't even see the light string next to me, damn it!

Helplessly, he took back the "pupil that can peep into all things" that awakened after a reincarnation, and with the accumulation of time and power a little bit, the pupil of voyeurism gradually became more and more powerful.

However, there is no use for this turbidity.

Not fully awakened......

The star pupil blinked, the colored eyes were not casting, and in the line of sight, the torch, the darkness, and the light strings beside him could be seen.

"Try again, I can't see anything."

Shaking his head, the star pupil motioned for the light strings to relax.

Looking at the girl with colorful eyes, she also looked weak, and Qingxian didn't let down her guard, just nodded and said, "Can't you see it too?"

"A mixture of filthy turbidity, demonic energy, and resentment obscured my vision."

Hotomi sighed and shook her head, but the things she was worried about didn't seem to happen, such as something suddenly jumping out and attacking with a hideous attack.

"Let's do it again."

The two of them continued to leave white ribbons as markers to hang on the trees, and carefully imprinted everything in their minds, the shape and position of each tree, the cracks in the barren ground.

Trying to imprint everything in his mind, he began to walk along the dark passage.

Star Pupil Sakura's lips squirmed and muttered for a few seconds, and the light string held the torch high to guard the surroundings, every step was so calm, the crackling sound of the torch and the footsteps were overshadowed by the girl's clear words.

"Stop!"

When the light string shouted, the star pupil immediately stopped himself for a few seconds......

Thirty-four thousand and seventy-three seconds.

"Here it is!"

"Thirty-four thousand and seventy-three seconds."

The two of them blurted out at each other almost at the same time, and then they both looked around, and they were sure that this was the origin point that had just been established.

"Ribbon."

The light string pointed his sword at the white ribbon hanging from the tree, which the star pupil used to blindfold his eyes.

From time to time a gust of wind blew in the darkness and made the ribbons flutter, and the white stood out in the darkness.

The place where the white ribbon is present is set as the starting point, and the route is about nine hours, and the route is ahead.

"So ......"

Light String looked at the torch in his left hand, it had been thirty hours since the fall, but the torch in his hand, although it had been burning, had not been consumed at all.

And as I walked down the road, I watched it slowly fade away......

Here, will it all begin?

Or does it change everything to its original appearance after a while?

Or is it a mezzanine of spaces, where there are multiple such places, and we linger in this mezzanine?

But why is there no end to it?

If this space is an infinite loop of walking, where is the entrance to enter?

Or is it because the end of this space is so far away that we are not close to it or can see it?

"Star Pupil ......"

Light String withdrew the Black Feather Sword into its scabbard, and turned her head to look at the girl with a puzzled and pensive face, but she was too focused to hear it, and Light String shouted again before she came back to her senses.

"Huh? What's wrong with the light strings? ”

The girl's eyes widened slightly, and the mark of the word "Chuan" between her eyebrows was still there, and she was still wondering if there would be some kind of mechanism.

"We stopped and waited for nine hours."

"What do you say, do we do nothing?"

Light String nodded, and couldn't help but say that she held her neat hair and sat down under a dead tree.

"Light string, what the hell are you going to do, it's not going to give up."

Star Pupil pulled the other party's collar and pouted in dissatisfaction.

"No, I just thought of some problems, and waiting is one of the ways to eliminate these problems, we just have to wait."

Light String's gaze was on the white ribbons fluttering from the branches overhead.

“…………”

Hodal Hitomi fell silent, her left hand resting on Light String's chest to feel the other party's steady breathing, although she wanted to say what she thought, but was stopped, maybe this weak chick could make things easier to solve.

Well, so be it, trust him.

Lying on the body of the light string quietly, the delicate body quietly leaned on this "food".

Closing his colorful eyes, his long eyelashes interlaced together, he licked his somewhat dry lips, and began to gasp softly.

Take a break, take a break.

Leave it to him, first.

Feeling the calm breath in front of him, Light String also breathed a sigh of relief and slowly closed his eyes.

Although the body does not feel tired or anything.

But this bothered feeling made his head a little dizzy, and he unconsciously untied his ponytail and loosened his long hair, and leaned his head against the dead tree behind him.

He muttered for a few seconds.

However, the calm waiting is the most maddening, there is nothing to do, just waiting for nothing, unable to rest, because the body is not tired, and the dizziness in the head is slowly relieved with the sound of a few seconds.

However, he still stabilized his state of mind, waited quietly, and stopped in his mouth for a few seconds.

Watching the white ribbons flutter in the branches and above is the only thing that can be done at the moment.

There are still seconds that must be done.

Yes, there is no sunrise or sunset, which is one of the headaches, and it can make it even more complicated.

If it's a spatial mezzanine, will each space pass more slowly than the previous one?