That's it. I smiled happily, I felt very strange, the feeling of the iron sickle embedded in my arm, so familiar and strange, is this my previous memory?

What am I doing? Butty, what am I doing? In a state of confusion, I crawled onto the bed, hugging the quilt and shivering.

"Let's have fun."

"Would you like to buy a lily? Only 20 gold coins. ”

"Play" I sobbed, feeling the person's body temperature, and the body fragrance on her body, I knew that it was play, she came.

My brain was excited, and I tightened it, tightened, tightened, until my bones rattled.

"Click." There was a slight knock in the door of the opposite room.

I continued to type on the keyboard, and the scythe drawn in my notebook would probably be finished today.

It's like building a castle out of sand on the beach that no one can stack.

Time passed slowly, and I typed out line by line of code, dropping the last letter.

"Good night."

"Let us go~Let us go~"

I put my laptop next to the computer, sat down in front of it, and banged.

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Where to put it? I hesitated, then without hesitation, I tied it to my right arm.

Playing back? I noticed a smile on my lips, and it seemed like I was happy at the thought of her.

Underneath the scythe is a pitch-black iron chain that connects to the scythe's handle.

Because of this, I didn't tell You Ion that Lihua was actually not an angel, and I usually tried not to talk to You Ion, and even You Ion came to me many times to ask for information, but I vaguely shirked it.

"Good night."

Lihua and I played Dao Ann and returned to our bedroom with our notebooks.

I don't know if this is my memory, but I do know that those things that echo in my mind are the memories of countless people, including men, women, old people, and children. They were miserable, it was a pain that filled me with pleasure, and I was enjoying the pleasure of those wailing routines.

“「Meathook_bracelet」”

When I opened my eyes and came back to my senses, I was still sitting in front of my computer.

I watched as the scythe slowly shrunk and then became a small bracelet.

I know that it is Lihua playing and fighting the front again. It's been a while since I've been here, and I've adapted to this kind of life, getting up every morning, going to school with Lihua Juan, eating mapo tofu, and then accompanying her to the student union, and then I go back to the dormitory and wait quietly for her to come back, like a wife waiting for her husband when I'm home.

But I can't reach it, I can't reach it! I struggled on the floor, holding myself in fear, one hand fumbling for the notebook on the table.

These things are echoing in my mind more and more often, and they used to appear only in dreams, but now they have begun to affect me all the time.

"Don't cry, don't cry." She stroked my head like this, and her voice was soft, not at all like what she usually did.

This, like this? The iron scythe was embedded in my flesh, and I felt like I wanted to moan, but it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough.

"Hehehe" I unconsciously let out a terrible laugh, but I was intimidated by my own laughter.

And I fell into a long-lost dream, and there were no terrible memories in the dream, only warmth.

But when did I design this form? I looked at the bracelet in front of me in confusion, the shrunken iron scythe looked delicate, but it was still sharp, and I felt some pain as I stroked the smaller blade with my hand.

I remembered when I first came here and stuck the dagger in My Ion's eye, and I thought I had amnesia, which is why I did such a scary thing. But, but, is that me?

What to do with a short sickle? I looked at the short sickle that couldn't fit into my arm at all. That's right, that's right!

"Play, play" I felt the floor was cold, I cried, and unconsciously shouted the name of Lihua in my mouth.

“「Meathook」”

Perform, play! I shuddered, crawling out of bed, trying to reach for my laptop next to my computer.

I could feel the blood from my fingers staining the cover of the notebook, but I couldn't reach it.

I couldn't wait to pick up the notebook and pen in front of me and walk towards the room where I was playing.

I was so scared of myself that I didn't dare to sleep anymore, I was afraid that when I fell asleep, countless memories would flood my mind, and it would drive me crazy.

What will I tell me today? I thought so, watching as she took the pen and intently drew on it, a cave pattern slowly taking shape.

Lihua didn't come, she didn't come, she would leave me, she would leave mine, it would be better to make her a work of art, and we would be together forever. This thought popped into my head, how could I think that?

I like these two paintings, I don't know what they are, I want to make them. Thinking like this, my tired heart swelled up with the urge to continue typing on the keyboard in front of the computer.

There is blood on his hands, and there are still cats in his heart.

It looks like the Grim Reaper, I commented, and then reverted it back to its scythe, feeling like it was the right thing to look like.

“Guild？” I asked her curiously, and saw her nod in acknowledgment.

Suddenly, it all came to an abrupt end, and without those strange thoughts, without those wails of pain, a man embraced me into his arms.

The cold metal sensation reached my hand, and the black metal blade of the scythe looked eerie as if it had absorbed light.

Through such exchanges, I learned a lot of things. For example, there is an arsenal called Guild on the front line, which is responsible for the production of combat equipment, although this arsenal called Guild has been destroyed many times by Lihua Song, but they can always be re-established, and the underground that is often used as a Guild base is also dug by the people of the battle line, and even the free ions themselves do not know the specific route.

Because I'm afraid, if I tell Lihua that it's not an angel's thing, and let her be friends with them on the front line, will we still be like this?

Wait quietly for her to come home, then communicate in our unique way, and then say goodnight to each other and go to bed. I looked at the notebook on the side, and on the first page there were two drawings of sickles, the first one was drawn by me, and the second one was drawn by Lihua.

There is less and less paper in the notebook, and there are fewer and fewer things I can draw, and many times it is Lihua who is drawing, and I am watching from the side, I think she has also found out, right?

Got it? I thought so, and then read the sentence out of English.

I know that she is happy, and she is happy when she fights the battle line. She's actually a girl who is not very good at expressing herself, and she just seems to want everyone in the school to live a simple school life.

angel_player really is an amazing piece of software. I sighed and stroked the computer screen, and a loud bombing sound could be faintly heard in the direction of the back mountain.

This is the form designed by Lihua So, and I watched as the chain slowly straightened and then melted, lengthening the original short scythe into a very long scythe.

"Happy school life." She said this once, and I knew that she was not very good at expressing it, and that it was her limit to say it to me, and that I was happy to live the life I am living now.

“「Scythe」”

For another example, Lihua played me looking at her face as she was concentrating on drawing, but I was in a trance.

A woman's voice sounded in my head, and I closed my eyes in enjoyment, knowing that this woman's name was Sophie, but I couldn't remember what her last name was.

And so, and then so. I happily tapped on the keyboard, felt my fingers beating rhythmically on the cold keyboard, and watched the rows of data on the screen tumble, and I felt a strange sense of superiority in my heart.

"Play." As the room was tidying up, I shook my notebook at her, then casually sat down on a chair next to me and handed it to her.

It seems to have been scratched. I looked at my finger that had been cut by the bracelet, and a little bit of blood slowly soaked out. It's a very strange feeling, it's weird.

For example, the famous band "GirlsDeadMonster" at school is actually a feint on the front, but I like their songs very much, but after the disappearance of Asami Iwasawa, the lead singer of the band last time, I was lost for a while.

"I don't want this, I don't want this, I cry uncontrollably, those strange memories also wail with me, I feel like I'm going to collapse.

A voice roared in my head, and I just stared blankly at the angel software in front of me, the model of the iron scythe spinning on the screen.

She never let me get involved in the battle between her and the front.

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