At the beginning of memory, there is only endless darkness and pain.

I don't know where I am, I don't know who I am, I don't know why I have to endure all this darkness, pain and loneliness every day.

But I know that every day, when I am most painful and unbearable, there is always a very pleasant female voice saying these words that I guess are mantras, and that is the happiest and least lonely time of my day. I thought, with such a nice voice, she must be a lovely person.

Actually, I don't suffer all the time, there is only darkness in my world, but I can feel that for a short time, I am just in the dark, and there will be no burning or stinging feeling, I seem to be in a pot, every day from the bottom up, scorching, and dark, like a swamp, like a giant beast, eroding my reason, my humanity little by little.

I didn't know who was going to put me in the pot to cook, and I was angry at first, but as the strength of the resistance was almost inversely proportional to the feedback I received, I grew to despair. When my human reason was on the verge of extinction, it was a song I had never heard, a song that might be a mantra, and the person who read it was just an emotionless speech, but in my ears it was a natural sound, a song of hope that I was suffering, lonely and not despairing, a point of light in my heart that was unwilling to accept fate, and still had humanity, it was small but very bright.

My heart has also become firm because of the daily mantra! I thought, I thought, I have to live, I have to get out of here, I have to meet that girl, tell her, my light of hope, my life drive, tell her, what kind of life I've been in this pot, tell her, tell her, I, maybe, I can tell her, how much I... Love her!

In this vision of a bright future, the pain and loneliness I endure every day seem to me to be thorns on the road to light, and only by overcoming them while bearing them can I lead to the light!

In this way, I began the second round of resistance with hope. I tried to kick and bump with my feet and body after the bottom of the pot stopped burning, and I also tried to hit the top of the pot with my hand when the girl in my heart was saying a spell in her pleasant voice, of course I knew that it would be impossible to break the pot that was holding me for a while, but the last thing I lacked was patience and time.

The days are like this, year by year, I listen to the voice of the girl in my heart from pleasant to calm, or so attractive to me, maybe I may be voice control in people's mouths?

I think my memory is slowly coming back.

Probably because it has been too long, although most of my memories have been restored, they are only vague afterimages. But I feel that there is a girl's back everywhere in my memory, in the vast grassland, by the boundless river, in the weird style of the house, there is her back, whenever I recall these scenes, my heart will unconsciously overlap the voice of the girl in my heart with the afterimage, what a beautiful back, what a beautiful memory, I regret it, time goes too fast, my memory is weak, I can't see the girl's back, I can't feel me at that time, we, what are we doing, it must be a sweet thing, Maybe I played the flute to accompany her mantras? Maybe her spell will be more emotional.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing, my heart was snoring, but why was there cold droplets of water on my cheeks?

I call these tears, which I have forgotten for a long time, an overthought.

I still try to destroy the pot, every day with a spell, my strength will reach its peak, with the recovery of my memory, my desire becomes stronger and more urgent, I hope to be able to go out soon, to see the person I have in mind as soon as possible.

At that time, I had already fused the back in my memory with the voice of the sky outside the pot, how wonderful it was, just a glance in my memory made people energetic, and I hope to fill up!

Finally one day, the emperor lived up to his wishes, I knocked out a small hole at the bottom of the pot, in the dark, seeped into the point of light, but the tongue of fire also with the point of light, wrapped around my ankles, but my feet have long been numb in the burning day after day, today this sudden intrusion of the tongue of fire, in addition to making my numb feet feel a trace of pain, the biggest harvest is that I saw the situation in the pot by the light of the fire, I found out that this is a sealed pot, is a large pot without a lid, my hands have long been black, probably pot ash, Presumably my head is also black, I hope that the day I break the pot, my sweetheart girl is just not there, although I really want to see her for the first time, but I also pay more attention to my image, the first impression in memory is very important!

I started to specialize in that, and then I worked hard day after day, year after year, and I don't know how long it took me to have a day when I broke the pot!!

I was so excited, my hands were shaking all the time, so I could have gone out a few minutes earlier, but I was too late for this hand to shake!

Before going out, I rubbed my hands on my clothes, licked my saliva again, and touched my face a little, just in case, I mean, I went out with this ghost and scared away my crush girl, but what should I do?

After hinting that I could, I crawled out from the bottom of the pot and pressed the tongue of fire! My clothes burned, but it didn't matter, I had a heart of perseverance and loyalty, and burning my clothes was just right to show my innocent heart to the girl in my heart.

I had my eyes closed until I got up, and I wanted to give me the biggest surprise at once, the girl.

I stood up and opened my eyes.

In front of me was a middle-aged woman, her narrow eyes probably lasted to the biggest in her life after seeing me, her hands covered her mouth, she seemed to be frightened to lose her voice, sitting on a chair, her silk cloth clothes were probably scratched a little wrinkled by nervous hands because of the movement in the pot.

I grinned as much as I could, showing a smile that I was completely unfamiliar with, and walked towards the girl in front of me step by step, I couldn't identify who she was, the girl in front of me, or the woman, she was so far away from the background in my memory, she didn't speak, I couldn't make out her voice, but the first time I saw her, I felt, yes, yes! It's the girl I've been thinking about! It's my hope! It's my light!

I was so happy, my hands trembled unconsciously, I wanted to open my mouth and say a "Hi, hello~" in my memory, but maybe I didn't speak for too long, I opened my mouth and spit out a very muddy and hoarse voice, I immediately closed my mouth, for fear that this ugly voice would deduct points for me. In my memory, hugs are always warm, so in the pot, I think that once I go out and see a girl, I will give her a big hug to warm each other!

Woman! I'm coming!

I opened my arms, the corners of my mouth still grinning, I thought that I should be very gentle and gentle, but the woman's frightened look made me a little overwhelmed.

But in memory, men, are to be strong and proactive!

I ignored the woman's horror and fear, thinking that as long as I hugged her, I would know that I had no malice, I just wanted warmth.

I finally hugged her, and my memory is really a good teacher. So warm, so satisfied, so ... Miss.

I closed my eyes, wishing that time would be ticked forever.

Memories flooded in and refreshed in 1080p the moment I hugged her.

Everyone knows that witches can do magic, and they will stir her pot with a wicked smile on her face, but obviously, this is an inherent perception!

The witch's pot cooks only solitude.

I will kill the man who killed me, the reincarnation of the man who hurt my love hundreds of years ago, and before entering the pot, I use a spell to awaken the memory of his past life, and then bury it in the depths of memory, I want him to be in the pot, and taste the sweetness of our past, and my despair!

Originally, I didn't have this in mind, but when I was passing by the reincarnation of this negative man, he suddenly grabbed me and said, "Hi, hello." Then he hugged me into his arms. My brain was hot, and I thought that men are all big pigs' trotters! I was so angry that I threw this flowery intestine into the pot, I regretted it a little, after all, it was the ruthless person who did it, and there was no need to be so upfront to the reincarnation. But the moment I saw his face, how much anger and unwillingness I had, you wouldn't know.

Carried away by my anger, I took this ordinary human back to my home and threw it into the pot in a serious violation of the witch rules. The witch's pot is lonely to cook, and there is never anything to put in the pot and then retrieve it, once it is thrown in, the ancient witchcraft will manifest, and the top of the pot will be sealed with a spell, and it cannot be taken out until the things in the pot are refined.

When I thought that good ordinary human beings would be refined in my pot, in addition to regret and regret, but more importantly, I had some expectations.

It's not always rumored that eating small fresh meat can prolong life, so will the reincarnated little fresh meat Jindan have the additional effect of grinding the skin and beautifying the face!

Who is not a woman anymore, it is always natural to love beauty. You can condemn me for being inhumane and dragging unrelated people to hell, but witches never care what other people think, anyway, the world always says that they are vicious and eat children, so we don't like to eat these meaty and noisy guys!

With this in mind, I began to add spells every day at noon, which has the ability to warm up and intensify the pain of the user's body, and has the auxiliary function of destroying the will, which is most suitable for refining monsters.

In addition to reciting a spell at noon and stopping the flames for five minutes at night, I will also add some ingredients to the flames from time to time, such as despair buffs, such as pain specialization, and then amplification of loneliness, etc., the more desperate and unconscious the refining thing, the shorter the completion time, and the better the effect.

While thinking about his ruthlessness to me in his previous life, comforting my conscience, I went to the witch refining exchange conference to increase this posture when I had time. This time I have a chance, and I will let the bald donkey know that I am desperate, sad, and painful!

Sometimes, I'll be idle and don't know what to do. At this time, I will move a small stool, sit next to the pot, and remember in front of the pot.

We were obviously in love, on the beach, we experienced a romantic sunset together, and that was the first time you rejected me, you said, the monks have no desires, and they have no desires.

I was the first to move, of course I endured it, women have to be active and strong.

So, when I was riding a horse with you on my favorite grassland, singing wanton songs, I hugged your waist, leaned on your back, and listened to your slightly accelerated heartbeat, which was really shy and heartwarming. In the evening, we sat on the lawn, and I drank some wine, and you told me that drinking alcohol is not good, it hurts the liver. I'll reply to you, marry me, and I won't touch a drop of wine. You're silent.

I know that a tempting woman is to be strong, so it doesn't matter if you don't speak and refuse silently.

The last time, in a small ruined temple, we talked by candlelight, I found that your Eastern Taoism is somewhat similar to some ancient magic in my hometown of the Witches' Forest, I talked freely with you, it is really now that I recall it, I will also feel sweet, it is an exchange of thoughts, a proof of our heart-to-heart connection, but you, again, rejected me when the conversation was too much.

It's okay, the days are still long, and I'm strong.

I wanted to give you a day to calm down, as I did in the past, but I didn't expect that on the second day of visiting, I entrusted you with everything I had, gave you everything I had, and gave you all my magic as a witch and the forbidden art of witches, but you stepped on my dignity, my love, and my heart, and resolutely left.

Ask if there is a woman in this world who is more infatuated than me, and is there a man who is more ruthless than you!

When I thought of this, I was furious, and a spell came out of my mouth, and the viciousness and pain were far from enough to compare the damage you had done in the past!

From that day on, I had intended to cast a different but equally desperate incantation every day, and I increased the intensity of the flames, and every day I had nothing to do but took a pampa fan and fanned it twice.

And so the days passed, year after year.

Until one day, I heard some movement in the pot, but I checked left and right, and I didn't see anything unusual, I guess, it was a sign that it was about to be refined into a pill.

It may be that the days have passed too quickly, and because of the previous punishment for breaking the regulations, my appearance has begun to decline and age with the appearance of normal humans.

But I'm not afraid, of course I'm not afraid, the reincarnation of the little fresh meat little monk in front of me plus the beauty and beauty Jindan is about to come out of the pot, I'm still afraid that the punishment for making an exception will not be successful?

The days still passed uneventfully every day until that day.

The movement in the pot became louder and louder, so big that when I began to wonder if it was Dansei's movement, the pot cracked, and a person crawled out of the pot. I was stunned and stunned.

The man was unkempt, with long, messy hair and dirty, black clothes, a hole in his chest, and a strange smile on his face, and he walked towards me step by step.

I thought he was going to take revenge on me, and every step he took towards me was saying, pain to me, it doesn't matter, despair to me, I swallow it, it doesn't matter, loneliness to me, I'm willing to eat. And you and I don't share the sky!

He came, approaching step by step, and the strangeness on his face was also extreme, and his hands trembled with anger from my actions.

My dignified witch was also frightened by the fact that this was not a human being, a ghost and not a ghost, and I couldn't move.

I thought to myself, in fact, this is the punishment for making an exception.

My eyes were wide open, and I was frightened, frightened by the imminent death of my life.

Seeing that he was about to come to me, I simply closed my eyes, hoping that he would have a good time.

The wait was long.

He spat out fragrant mouth, and he didn't know what he was scolding me, and I couldn't hear my heartbeat because it was so loud.

Suddenly, there was a fishy smell on the surface, and there was a faint smell of burning. I'm a little impatient. I was about to open my eyes, when suddenly my body was surrounded by a burning warmth, and he rested his prickly beard on my shoulders, and his hands were around my waist, and I could not see his face, but I could hear him accurately, vaguely and hoarsely.

Hi there.

I feel such warmth and tenderness, like returning to that night, to that sunset, that time, you and I have love, but hindered by ambition.

I also remembered the last words you left for me before you resolutely left.

"If there is an afterlife, the light is like the sun, the little monk is like the moon, and the light and darkness will always accompany you."