Far harder than moving the candle flame to your fingertips?

How is this possible?

Is it more difficult to make yourself understand why you are dying than to subvert the laws of nature? 
"It's about me. The old man spoke, though Mr. Z had not yet asked the doubts in his mind.

It's scary to be able to read thoughts directly.

"It has something to do with that little girl, too." The old man continued.

Also related to Qing'er? Okay, so make a bold assumption and use the information you have.

First of all, it is certain that there are three people who have come here from that ancient world, namely himself, Qing'er, and the guy on the other side of the candlelight.

Second, not long ago, Miki-sensei said that when he first saw him on that snowy night ten years ago, he was covered in blood.

Covered in blood, that's the crux of the matter!

Although the blood disappeared on its own shortly after, it is likely that he had suffered some kind of massive damage. Maybe amnesia and death are the sequelae of that kind of injury? 
Third, although I have no impression at all, Miki said that after waking up, she used to cry out in frustration: Princess, where are you, princess? I lost the princess.

Who is this princess?

It goes without saying that it must be Qing'er!

Because there were probably only three of us left in the old world, and the princess must be one of them. First exclude yourself, then ...... Naturally, the old woman across the table should also be excluded!

Isn't this nonsense, would anyone protect such a princess? 
"Hey," the old man chattered dissatisfiedly, this was the first time she had shown such a look, "you guy, how can you judge people by their appearance?" Judging people by their appearance? Did you guess wrong? This line is about to sink into the ground...... No, she's even been in the ground, but the old woman who has been dug up is the real princess? 
"Alas~" The old man sighed, and then said in a helpless tone, "No one likes this look, does it?" "Then why don't you show people as you really are? Mr. Z asked suddenly.

"Do you think I don't want to?" After the old man said this, he shook the old man's hand indiscriminately, "Forget it, you don't understand it." "I guess," Mr. Z said after a moment's thought, "you should be young." "How so? "Since the three of us have experienced the same exercise, it is natural that the age will not be much different. Mr. Z said, "You keep calling Qing'er a little girl, then she is the youngest." Maybe I'm the oldest, and you're between us. ”

The old man didn't speak, she still stared at Mr. Z with slightly closed eyes. Under this strange gaze, Mr. Z continued to speculate.

"You must be beautiful." Mr. Z crossed his hands and muttered.

After hearing this, the old man Huo Ran opened his eyes.

At this moment, the sight of "thousands of troops" returned, the dancing candles in the room were watching him, the half-light and half-dark long table was watching him, the back wall hidden in the darkness was watching him, the lead-gray sky outside the house was watching him, the devil's grasping dead wood was watching him, the endless ice and snow were also watching him, only the old eyes that had just opened did not have him.

"How pretty?" The old man asked, seemingly eager? 
"Haha. Mr. Z smiled.

As long as it is a woman, she must care about her appearance, even a goddess is no exception.

"You're wrong." The old man spoke slowly, "I don't care what others think of me, I just want to hear what you think." "Although I haven't been lucky enough to see Fangrong, I think that only Qing'er can compare to you in this world. Mr. Z said aloud.

"Huh." The old man laughed, an unusually pleasant laugh, and Mr. Z's words seemed to be very useful.

Hmph, after all, you guys came out of an assembly line. Mr. Z couldn't help but think to himself.

"You," murmured the old man, "are still as fond of nonsense as ever. At this moment, Mr. Z felt very happy.

Originally, as the only three people who escaped from that ancient world, everyone was originally a family, so naturally they should love each other, how good is it to fight and kill? 
But then, the old man's words forcibly extinguished the flame of hope he had just ignited.

"Even if I don't kill you, you won't live for six days." The old man said lightly, "The morning of December 27 is your end. "Can't you do it with you? Mr. Z asked casually.

"Nope." The old man paused and continued, "Your injuries are too severe, far beyond the limits of your body. Okay. Mr. Z calmly accepted this fact. In fact, when he had a premonition that he was about to die, he had already accepted this fact calmly.

But he still has people to worry about.

"Don't worry." The old man spoke, "I will take good care of the princess for you." "Princess? Mr. Z asked aloud, "So you admit she's a princess?" "Yes. The old man said lightly, "That little girl is Her Royal Highness Asold, the last princess of Atlantis. "Then I'll ......," Mr. Z said again.

"Your name is Ah Feng."

"Ah Feng, Ah Feng......" Mr. Z repeated the name, but his heart was unfolding.

I can't remember, I can't remember it at all, as if the part of my brain that stores memories has been cut away!

"What about you?" 
"Lili. The old man said uncertainly, "Or...... Jen? "Ahhwa? Mr. Z was stunned.

This name is very familiar, isn't it the mysterious masked man who appears in the prologue that Rey enters?

"Well, the girl in the portrait is me." The old man said, "Are you satisfied?" ”

"Satisfied, I'm so satisfied." Mr. Z waved his fist and said, "Sure enough, only Qing'er can compare to you."

"That's what everyone thinks." Mr. Z added.

"So," said the old man slowly, "I have to take good care of Her Highness the Princess." ”

"Thank you." Mr. Z said, "I can go with confidence." ”

"yes." The old man closed his eyes again, along with the eyes that were "peeking" at Mr. Z from all directions.

The old man stared at Mr. Z with his closed eyes "weirdly", and then said word by word: "After all, the princess will soon go down to accompany you." "What? Mr. Z was stunned, "What did you say?" "Does amnesia deprive you of your wisdom? The old man said slowly, "It's not hard to understand. "You, you're still going to kill her? "Yes. "Why? "Because I want to be the god of this world! "But, but you already are. ”

After saying this, Mr. Z immediately understood everything. In an instant, it was as if he had been frozen in thousand-year-old ice.

"Looks like I don't need to say anything more."

"Wait, aren't we family? Shouldn't we have a common mission? Mr. Z asked loudly, "How can you kill each other?" The old man slowly stood up, and in the face of the flickering candle flame she said something meaningful: "Eleven thousand years ago, on the hillside outside the Birdman Project training base, Instructor Chris once said something like this, do you know how lucky you are? When the plan succeeds, you will become superhuman beings with infinite knowledge and infinite power. At that time, you will be able to do anything, and you will be able to spread your wings and fly high. ”

This sentence was like a pebble thrown into Mr. Z's calm memory water, accompanied by a circle of shallow ripples, and a vague shadow appeared in Mr. Z's memory water for the first time.

Pain!

My head hurts! 
It's like someone is constantly hitting their head with a hammer.

"Just a sentence that has caused you such trouble," the old man said slowly, "If I appeared in front of you directly in my original form, do you think your fragile cranial nerves can withstand it?" "Why? Mr. Z covered his head and asked with difficulty, "Why is this happening?" ”

"Because...... You're not alone. ”

"What, what do you mean?" 
"Well, you don't need to know. "I'm only meeting with you to see if you're really dying." "So," Mr. Z said tentatively, "you're satisfied." "Satisfied, I'm so satisfied. The old man's tone when he said this was exactly the same as that of Mr. Z just now.

"Since you're no threat to me and you're going to die, I've decided to change the order." 
"What, what do you mean? Mr. Z asked in horror. 
It's not hard to see why. ”

"You want to, you want to ......" "Yes. The old man waved his hand casually, and Mr. Z was surprised to find that he could neither move nor speak as if he had been pointed.

No! No!

Mr. Z struggled desperately, but as if he was being bound by an invisible rope, he couldn't move.

Would she really do that? How could she possibly do that? She's not that kind of person!

Whether it's Ah Hua or Lili, although it is only a vague shadow in the sea of memories that Mr. Z has just begun to recover, he firmly believes that she should be a beautiful, smart, and kind girl.

There is no reason, not even a reason!

Mr. Z also doesn't understand why he is so persistent? Is this just wishful thinking on my part? 
"That's right. The old man said coldly, "This is your wishful thinking. Before he knew it, the red candle burned out, and darkness reigned over the hut, but the old man had no desire to resurrect the candle that had burned twice again.

"Why can't I do this?" The old man retorted, "This means that you don't even understand what Mr. Chris means by spreading his wings!" Spread your wings?

Is it just not taking responsibility and doing what you want?

Could it be to use all the resources of the old empire to escape and become a god in another world?

Mr. Z felt his heart cold.

"Yes." The old man's faint voice came faintly from the darkness, "That's what the so-called wings fly high!" ”