Scenes from the past are playing in my head like a movie, and these people are all dying because of me. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I hugged Xiaowen, whether he was a corpse or not, I hugged him tightly, for fear that he would leave me again.

Why am I also called Wen Xiao?

Because Wen Xiao died a thousand years ago, died when he was still a child, Wen Xiao is the name of the little boy in my arms.

"Brother, I can finally protect everyone."

This small body once stood in front of everyone in the God Realm, heroic and awe-inspiring, "If you want to pass from here, step over my corpse!" ”

Then, the beasts of the divine realm ran over his small body, and he fell at the feet of the people, his flesh and blood blurred, but he smiled at me.

"Brother~ Brother, I'm sorry, ~~ I'm going to go first."

His smile was as bright as a flower in the sound of killing, but I was not sad at that moment, Xiaowen must have gone to a place where there was no worry and hunger, but it must not be the divine realm.

I stood up, my legs shaking, my tears roaring, my spine twitching.

The corpses were so tightly clung to me that I couldn't get out, and I didn't want to get out. Their hands were poked in my neck, in my chest, on my back.

My heart suddenly went cold.

These corpses were once all living beings, some of them were my enemies, some of them were my friends.

However, they were all killed by me.

I am a demon, I am from hell, I was a demon and will be in the future.

It turns out that time can't wash away my sins, and everything is just my self-deception.

Let me perish here, with you, forever.

I saw a little light from each corpse, and the hall was already crowded with two or three hundred people, and this little bit of light was so magnificent.

Pastel yellow.

It seems to be full of fireflies. They converged, converging over the lobby, each corpse looking up at the convergence of light.

I felt a burst of heat in their empty eyes, a kind of yearning.

I looked up.

It's so beautiful, the soft yellow plays one picture after another.

A child is bouncing under a willow tree, and several children are playing hide and seek together.

A three- or four-year-old child is gobbling up a piece of dusty steamed bun and hiding in a corner, as if he has been given the best food in the world.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy sat on the top of a mountain, watching this woman dance, a light veil, like a fairy in the moon, and his eyes were so happy.

A man of about twenty was nailed to a huge bronze pillar, boundless fire and roaring thunder and lightning, and a woman touched the wound on his chest and said softly, "I'll take you away." ”

・・・・・・・

I was so happy.

I saw a jade hand in the yellow light, beckoning to me.

What is that place, the sea of flowers?

It must have been the place I longed for without hunger and with greenery.

A bridge appeared in front, a wooden one, which seemed to be very ancient. There are also brass bells hanging on it, which make a nice sound with the wind.

I stepped on it, and the bridge shook a little, but I felt very grounded.

That place, I'm coming.

When I was halfway to the bridge, I saw a woman wearing a veil showing her belly button, and she turned slightly, just looked at me and walked into the depths of the smoke.

"Hey, wait for me!"

I shouted loudly, is that Qian'er? I ran, but the bridge seemed longer than I thought.

I'm still going to the other end of the bridge.

Cangliu! Don't go, that's a trap!

Who? Who's calling me? I stopped, but the bridge was engulfed in smoke, and I couldn't see ahead or behind, except for a hazy figure coming towards me on the other end of the bridge.

Her silhouette, I couldn't see her face clearly, Nana's thin waist twisted and twisted towards me, and when I got closer, I saw a little clearly, it was the woman who was at the bridge just now.

How did she come back?

She was veiled, and I couldn't see her in the fog.

"Are you Qian'er?" I asked expectantly.

"I'm not." Very nice voice, very crisp answer.

"Then have you ever seen my Qian'er?" I don't understand why I'm asking, I feel like I'm a bit clueless about my question.

"She went somewhere else."

"Where?"

"You'll know when you drink this." The woman pulled out a small bottle, a bit like a snuffbox. When her hand was close to my face, I realized that her hand was so beautiful, like a magnolia after a rainstorm.

I took the bottle and uncorked it.

"After drinking this, will you be able to see Qian'er?"

"Hmm."

I glanced at the bottle, the cork had been opened, and a faint fragrance hit my nose.

"It smells so good!"

I drank the bottle gently, a little sweet, a little cold.

"Where's Qian'er?"

"Here."

I looked at the woman suspiciously, and a silver flash flashed, and before I could react, a dagger had been plunged into my heart.

The woman was holding a dagger that shimmered with silver and a little bent, and I couldn't see her expression, she didn't pull out the dagger.

Hurt!

I clutched my chest, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of my mouth, and my chest was already red with blood.

After more than ten seconds, she still did not pull out the dagger.

I looked at her with wide eyes, "Why?" ”

The woman's voice was a little cold: "I'm just taking something that doesn't belong to you." ”

Something that doesn't belong to me? I don't have anything in me, there's something that doesn't belong to me.

Cangliu! Come on!

Who's calling me? The woman was veiled, but she moved when she heard the voice.

Who's calling me? The sound is so familiar.

Call~~

The woman pulled out the dagger, and the blood dripped from the dagger, and I fell to my knees, no longer able to stand up, and I could feel my lips drying and my face turning white.

Because my head is getting more and more foggy.

Cangliu! Trap, cheer up!

Who the hell is calling me? Why can't I remember? There was a lot of anxiety in his voice, and he seemed to be a little choked.

Who is it?

My mind was foggy, the memories seemed to be being pulled away, and I was like an abandoned child begging my parents in the cold wind not to abandon me, not to leave me alone.

But those memories are still gone.

I only remember that the moment I fell, there was a figure in my head, dancing on the top of a mountain, like a shock, and a young man sitting on a big rock watching her dance with a happy face.

Is that teenager me?

But I can't remember the face of the dancing woman.