When was the last time it was used as a tool?

Those long-term memories seem to be wrapped in a hard shell, washed away little by little with time, and the conversations in the ears have become the sound of whistling wind. The carrier of memories cracked, and countless fragments of memories surged through the barrier she had worked so hard to build.

……

"From today onwards, you are my invincible sword."

The man said.

His face was shrouded in mist, only his hand holding the goblet was still clear, his fingers were slender, white as jade, and his gender was blurred. The liquor in the glass shook like blood.

She licked her lips, knowing that from today onwards, she had found a reason to live again.

Everyone saw her as a toy for the man. They look at themselves with respect or disdain, as if admiring a beautiful but useless work of art. The same is true of the man, who feeds himself like a pet, takes care of it, and trains it with all his might.

At that time, she felt like a dog who only wanted to please his master.

Just when the faith that supported her to live was about to collapse, fate seemed to favor her again and again, sending the man to her.

During a normal containment mission, the Chosen ones accidentally triggered a dead end. The overwhelming tide of beasts struck, covering the sky and the sun; They were supported by a handful of tricks, and dozens of the Chosen ones were gnawed into white bones under the tide of beasts. The Chosen One, with only half of her face left, collapsed beside her, making her face even more disgraced.

Are you really going to die here?

"Don't give up hope, even if it's slim enough." The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, endured the pain, and handed her the only knife in his hand.

At that moment, she was stunned.

It was as if the faint hope in her heart had been rekindled and she had found the courage to live.

Don't give up hope, don't give up hope......

The voice in my memory is getting weaker and weaker.

Familiar faces crumble and shatter.

That summer, he died in her arms.

The hand that caressed her cheek was stained with cold blood, and then, little by little, it drooped, stirring up the last ripple in the memories they shared.

……

Wan Hongyu's hair was roughly grabbed, and there were bursts of heart-piercing pain on his scalp.

However, at this moment, she didn't want to scream, and she didn't want to call for help. She only felt as if a cut had been made in her heart, and something was leaking out uncontrollably.

"Kill me."

She said suddenly, her vision began to be blurred by something.

"Huh?" Zhang Yunlong looked at the "toy" in his hand with a puzzled look, "The game has just begun, and you don't seem to have the right to make a decision - you don't cry." ”

Zhuo Xuan's mouth opened slightly, and he froze in place. He looked at the delicate face in a daze, and her two lines of tears flowed slowly through his heart like a trickling river.

Why tears?

I have come to you, and I have stretched out my hand to save you from the abyss of darkness...... Just like you did to me. Why cry?

"Enough!" Her tears were uncontrollable, and she raised her head to look directly at Zhuo Xuan, "I don't need you to save me!" ”

Enough is enough, really enough.

Everyone who loved with all his might died a tragic death as if he had been cursed.

It's really enough.

……

In any case, Zhuo Xuan didn't expect such a result.

He froze in place, like a wooden man, unable to move, and became dejected.

Zhou Xueqiu's face was calm, and he didn't speak, but silently put a hand on Zhuo Xuan's shoulder, as if to express his comfort.

"It's not fun, it's not fun." Zhang Yunlong suddenly spoke, the smile on his face slowly converged, and he looked at the "toy" who slowly lowered his head, with a cold look in his eyes, "You are not allowed to die." ”

Wan Hongyu lowered his head and was silent, but he didn't answer, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his scalp, and his body fell unconsciously.

Zhang Yunlong pulled her hair violently, and the strands of hair seemed to manipulate the puppet's thread, pulling her head in front of him. This scene made Zhuo Xuan grit his teeth again, and he wanted to rush forward several times, but was stopped by Zhou Xueqiu.

"Yes, that's the expression, it can be exaggerated a little more." Zhang Yunlong's smile slowly bloomed, and the scar on his face seemed to be branded with iron, turning red, "In this way, let's play a game." If you lose, you all have to die; If you win, I'll die. ”

Fight to the death!

The coldness in Zhuo Xuan's eyes gradually dissipated, and he knew that now he would only impulsively walk into the trap designed by the other party step by step, and he was at an absolute disadvantage.

After all, the most important chips are in the hands of the other side!

This is definitely not an ordinary bad guy, but a madman who takes pleasure in playing with and torturing others!

"Okay, I'll play with you, I must let you die......" Zhuo Xuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and replied hatefully.

He no longer looked at Wan Hongyu with his head down, for fear that in the next second, the irrepressible flames would burst through his chest and force him to do something impulsive.

Zhou Xueqiu was not surprised by Zhuo Xuan's answer, he sighed silently, his face was still calm, as if all this was just a cloud of smoke, just a dream.

"Good!" Zhang Yunlong nodded, "I appreciate your cheerfulness." ”

"The rules I've laid down are simple," he continued, narrowing his eyes, "I'll give you a trick and you set your eyes on it. Then, if you can successfully shake it off, you will win. If you can't get rid of it, it will absorb your life force little by little, and finally turn you into a dry corpse......"

"Have you figured it out?" Zhou Xueqiu let go of Zhuo Xuan's hand, he understood that it was Zhuo Xuan who had to make the decision at this time, and he couldn't help much.

"I've figured it out." Zhuo Xuan took a step forward, "Give me something!" ”

Wan Hongyu raised his head mechanically.

Why, and why is it doing this?

Is it worth it?

She didn't ask such a boring question after all, but silently watched the overly young face slowly approach her, and then went short. Zhuo Xuan picked up the small black box on the ground that was thrown by Zhang Yunlong.

Hazy lights illuminate the corridors of the hotel, distant windows glow with the glimmer of dawn, and red carpets are like rivers of blood. The three pairs of eyes stared at the person standing in the center together, and Zhuo Xuan's consciousness was only chaotic, and everything that was clear around him gradually blurred, as if he had drilled into a tunnel of time, distorting everything.

Zhou Xueqiu, Wan Hongyu, and Zhang Yunlong, whom he hated, all regressed rapidly at this moment.

In the call of the immature child's voice, Zhuo Xuan, who was lying on the desk, raised his head, and he looked at everything in front of him as if he was frozen by a photo.

Blackboards, chalk, banners hanging on white walls, chasing and playing children around.

An ordinary afternoon, a ten-minute recess.

But why are you confused?

Like, having a long, long dream.