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Chapter 771

They are together

A hoarse murmur spread with a resolute spread of insoluble questioning, and the hall fell silent.

It was only after a long time that there was a burst of sporadic applause from the throne, as if admiring his arrogance. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's scary to wake up a child from a sweet dream."

Nayarathotep looked down at his disciple with pity, and said with a mocking sneer: "The victory or defeat of a game has made you so arrogant that you have forgotten the gap between you and me? ”

On the throne, the arm holding his chin in the darkness slowly raised, aimed at Liang Chengcheng, and gently clasped his fingers.

In the next moment, the crisp snapping of fingers spread.

In an instant, an irresistible weight descended from the top of Liang Chengcheng's head, almost brutally and furiously imposing the weight of countless stars on that weak body.

Click!

The sound of bones shattering sounded, and in Liang Chengcheng's painful groans, his crumbling body was completely crushed by the terrifying weight, and he knelt in front of the throne again.

Just like before.

And right behind him, the avenger who had turned into a puppet let out a terrible scream silently, and a thick blood mist rose from under the layers of bandages and holy relics, steaming up.

The flesh seemed to dissipate in this way, and all that remained was a messy bundle of bandages and rags in its place, and there was no trace of anyone ever there.

In an instant, the puppet that Liang Chengcheng had exhausted his efforts and collected evaporated.

"How does it feel to relive old memories? Liang Chengcheng. ”

Nyarrattotip narrowed her eyes, the smile on her face unchanged, "Is this what you've come so far to do?" ”

"Kneel before me so earnestly? Are you begging for my forgiveness? He whispered with the same malice as ever, "Still ...... Regret? ”

"Huh...... Oh, yes. Under the pressure of terror, Liang Chengcheng suddenly let out a difficult murmur that almost shattered his heart: "Regret...... Is that how it feels? I've never experienced it before. ”

"No, it's not so much 'regret' that this feeling ......"

On the broken ground, Liang Chengcheng thought silently, and then burst into tears.

Forgetting the dark world, he suddenly choked up and whispered to himself: "It's 'missing'." ”

A slender iron nail full of rust marks slowly cut out of his sleeve, and his arm made a crumbling sound under the weight of terror, and he gripped the iron nail with difficulty, and pressed against his chest. hundred

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"It turns out that I've always been like this."

Wet stains of tears slipped down his dusty cheeks, and Liang Chengcheng looked down at the shattered world and muttered in a low voice: "Drifting snow, I have always been ...... I've always missed you. ”

In the next moment, sharp iron nails pierced through the thin coat on his chest, pierced through something, and nailed into his hard-beating heart.

With tears on his cheeks, Liang Chengcheng raised his head and looked at the king in the dark.

"You know what?"

He whispered with a choked sob, the madness and violence at the corners of his mouth slowly dissipating.

At this moment, his expression is finally no longer empty, and it is no longer as pale as before.

Never before was so peaceful and relieved, the desperate who was destined to spend their lives in fantasy and madness smiled heartily, as if they held the happiness of the whole world in their hands.

“…… I had a dream. ”

The sound of blood dripping from his fingertips sounded, and scarlet blood dripped from Liang Chengcheng's trembling palms and fell to the earth, but it made a sound that blended with the water.

Slowly unfolding the palm that was originally holding the iron nail, Liang Chengcheng looked down, the scarlet soaked on the placket of his chest, and smiled.

In his heart, blood gushed out from the broken heart and runes, staining the broken cloth red, as if a flower had branched, sprouted, and then slowly bloomed.

With a beholding, pure scarlet spread over something in his heart, on the placket and chest, the thin booklet swallowed the blood of its master like a monster, and finally gained its own life.

The sound of the tide suddenly sounded in the void, like a dream.

In an instant, Nyara Totip's color changed.

This is the 'fantasy' that Liang Chengcheng has been praying for but can't get.

Immersed in absurd fantasies and dreams all his life, he finally gave life to it after giving his life and his last obsession.

Liang Chengcheng's final dream unfolds.

The world began to fall into obscurity and ambiguity, and all things rapidly blended and converged in this dream-like realm, until finally they turned into a cloud of magnificent colors that could not be seen clearly and could not be described in words.

Liang Chengcheng's body lost its contours and color, spreading like thick ink falling into water, and when his body completely dissipated, the thin notebook finally fell out of his arms and fell to the ground.

In this vague world, only its image is the clearest.

It is the book of dreams of the disillusioned and the last sad fantasy on which they can be pinned.

At this moment, Liang Chengcheng burned out completely, the rune shattered, his will dissipated, and he died with a smile.

Only this pale dream remained.

In the dream, a wind blew from nowhere, and the cover of the notebook was lifted, revealing the crooked name on the title page - Liang Chengcheng.

The faint currents of air suddenly turned into a suffocating hurricane, rapidly turning the yellowed and broken pages until they were blown into dust and merged into the world.

Countless scribbled or serious handwriting flew out of the dissipated pages and appeared in the air like swimming fish.

Drift Snow, Drift Snow, Drift Snow, Drift Snow, Drift Snow......

Carrying the thoughts after the disillusionment, the sad memories written by Liang Chengcheng with tears are scattered in this dream that has transformed into the world.

He frantically thought about the person who had disappeared, the woman who had never existed, and wrote down her name with one stroke of the word, and began to fantasize again.

Until the end, countless handwritings emerged from the void and gathered together, as if the four seas had burst their banks, turning into a torrent that swept the entire world.

Stepping on a sea of untraced traces, Nyaratotip held a black umbrella and carved a gap in the ash that fell from the sky like a rainstorm.

He looked down at each name that flew by, and slowly stretched out his finger to lift the name from under his feet, like a swimming fish.

"How so? Somewhat disappointed. ”

Looking at the name that had been written countless times, Nyara Totipe suddenly showed a look of disappointment: "Is this the fantasy you gave up your life to let me see?" ”

"She's not."

Behind him, a hoarse whisper rang out.

A hand slowly stretched out of the void, pulling the name out of the stunned Nayarathotep's hand and holding it tightly in his hand.

The torrent of digital traces once again set off waves, and the ink slowly reassembled, once again condensed into Liang Gong's pattern.

Liang Chengcheng, who died in that instant, was reborn from this dream world in such an incredible way.

The Lord of Chaos' brow furrowed slowly, and even the pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth came to a standstill.

At that moment, he could be sure that Liang Chengcheng had died in front of him in the most complete way, but what was in front of him at this moment?

In the world formed by dreams, torrential rain of countless ink stains poured down from the sky and fell into a torrent like the tide of the sea.

Above the black river, the king holding the umbrella and the reborn man looked at each other silently, and then saw the smile slowly pulling up the corners of his mouth.

"See you again." Liang Chengcheng smiled in the rainstorm: "My teacher. ”

Staring at the man in front of him who was reborn again, Nyara Totip, finally showed a look of confusion.

It's like saying, why didn't you die?

As if seeing through his thoughts, Liang Chengcheng slowly stretched out his hand, looked at the name swimming out of his palm, and showed a gentle smile: "With her, how could I die?" ”

Rumble!

The boulder-like font fell from the black clouds and was swallowed up by the torrent, setting off another wave of turbulent tides.

At that moment, Nyaratopep finally saw clearly that there was also handwriting on the bottom of the sea covered by the torrent!

The vague structure he saw at his fingertips finally gave him a hint of inexplicable premonition, so he pointed out to the torrent and Liang Chengcheng in front of him.

In an instant, a crack spread out from his hand, parting the tide and smashing the countless characters that made up Liang Chengcheng's body, causing his image to collapse like dust and fall back into the sea.

The endless tide of the sea was stretched open by the power of the king, revealing the handwriting inscribed on the tide.

It is like using the promise of life and life, a lifetime of waiting and blood and tears, despair and remembrance, someone has written an indelible vow in the deepest part of the dream.

'Liang justice, flowing snow, together. ’

This is the last line of Liang Chengcheng wrote in his own blood, describing how beautiful that dream can never be touched.

They are together and never separated.

Even if it's life and death, even if it's a dream...... Even if the entire infinite world is in the way between them, it cannot separate them.

This world has completely turned into a dream of Liang Justice, and as long as the dream has not been broken, it will not be able to completely separate them.

Countless names of Liuxue and Liang Chengcheng's soul form the cornerstone of this dream.

As long as one of the two remains, the other cannot be destroyed by any means.

At the bottom of the dry sea, Liang Chengcheng's figure walked out of the countless gathered paper ashes and ink.

Stretching his palm towards the shocked Nyaratotip in front of him, he whispered, "Did you just say that she was a fantasy?" ”

Slowly putting away the umbrella in his hand, Nyarlathotep looked at the name in Liang Chengcheng's palm: "Isn't it?" ”

As if he firmly believed in the truth, Liang Chengcheng shook his head and said in a low voice:

"She's not, you're so."