Chapter 17: Xiao Yun's Memories (4)
Before Xiao Yun could react, Luo Xingyu had already carried a long knife and ran towards him along the slope, the young wings opened, and the natural wings of the bird and beast clan were no longer as gorgeous as the sunset in Xiao Yun's memory, but also turned into a blood red, messy hair blocked her eyes, and Xiao Yun could only see the weird smile on the corner of her mouth.
"Wait, Luo Xingyu, it's me. ”
Luo Xingyu didn't react to Xiao Yun's words, and stabbed straight with a sword, Xiao Yun turned over in embarrassment to dodge, and saw Luo Xingyu stop, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.
"Ah, Luo Xingyu, I seem to have this name. Xiao Yun, who is it?"
Xiao Yun's face turned pale in an instant, and Luo Xingyu's words completely extinguished his hope. Seeing that Luo Xingyu's long knife was about to be chopped down again, Xiao Yun stepped back in horror, and rolled down the hillside without paying attention.
Xiao Yun, who was sore all over, barely opened his eyes, and vaguely saw that the clock had fallen out of his backpack at some point, lying lonely in the dirt in front of him.
Xiao Yun's eyes began to blur, tears welled up on his face, he moved towards the clock little by little, just when his hand was about to reach the clock, one foot stepped on his back, Luo Xingyu stuck the knife next to Xiao Yun's head, and spoke in a tone that Xiao Yun had never heard before, it was the tone of a hunter speaking to his desperate prey: "Please, you are very weak, since you can't entertain me, then you can die." ”
Xiao Yun was trampled on the ground, there was no way to turn back, he didn't dare to look back, it was no longer Luo Xingyu he knew, and the person behind him would only make him feel terrified.
Xiao Yun clearly felt the coldness on his neck, it seemed that the person behind him wanted to be beheaded.
Death, is this death. Xiao Yun still maintained the posture of stretching out his hand, the bell was close at hand, but he couldn't catch it. Consciousness began to drift away, and he felt the blade sink into his throat little by little.
No, I don't want to die, I want to live!
Xiao Yun got up violently and grabbed the bell, and at the same time, a dazzling white light appeared on his body, rolling everything around him, including Luo Xingyu, into it.
After the white light disappeared, Xiao Yun slowly opened his eyes and hugged the bell tightly, while Luo Xingyu was lying not far away for some reason, apparently unconscious.
Xiao Yun stood up cautiously, wanting to approach Luo Xingyu, but couldn't take half a step forward.
No, she's not Luo Xingyu, she's not! Xiao Yun gave up, he turned around and fled with all his strength, he didn't know where to go, he could only use this thought to numb his guilt of abandoning his friend.
Xiao Yun ran forward while crying, and when he finally came to his senses, he had already left the hell and came to the edge of the first layer of the tower, which was the mist. Xiao Yun didn't know that at that time, his origin ability had awakened, and it was the "true" origin that he had not yet realized that caused him to unconsciously escape from the second floor of the tower without anyone discovering it.
Xiao Yun stood in front of the mist for a long time, and finally made up his mind to walk into the mist. The fog was not as terrifying as Xiao Yun imagined, as if something was guiding him, Xiao Yun walked out of the fog smoothly, and only heard the roar when he came on the way, but he didn't find anything.
Xiao Yun left the fog in a daze, a ray of sunlight stung his eyes, and the sound of waves crashing against the reef and the chirping of seabirds came from his ears, which was a warmth that he had never felt in the tower, but Xiao Yun just waited for his eyes to get used to it, and then he walked numbly on the beach, and then he found a boat, and he silently found a rope. I don't know when the tears have dried up, and I don't want to cry, Xiao Yun naturally rowed the boat and left the shore.
At the moment when Xiao Yun encountered the storm, he wondered if it would be better to die in Luo Xingyu's hands, at least he would not die alone in the cold sea, but it was no longer Luo Xingyu...... Xiao Yun didn't think much about it, and the constant pouring of seawater made him unconscious.
Xiao Yun was awakened by a person who looked like a doctor, what he said Xiao Yun couldn't hear clearly, but he was undoubtedly alive, and he was ..... When Xiao Yun woke up again, he found himself lying on a hospital bed, the clean curtains were lifted by the breeze, allowing the sunlight to shine on the edge of the bed through the green leaves, but what Xiao Yun really noticed was the clock at the head of the bed. So that's the case, I tied the bell around my waist before I set off, and now I think about it, what's the point of this move, after all, that person is no longer there. Xiao Yun closed his eyes and let his thoughts go, but there was a sense of loss in his heart.
Later, Xiao Yun was sent to an orphanage, and he couldn't explain why, but he silently repaired the clock, listening to the ticking sound, and only filled his empty heart a little.
Xiao Yun told the director of the orphanage that he was from a tower in the sea, but he was told that no one had ever entered that sea area, and no matter how many directors did not tell him, he also warned Xiao Yun not to make a noise everywhere, although Xiao Yun did not understand the reason, he could see that the director did not say a word of falsehood, including the sentence "You better forget about this, otherwise your life may be in danger."
A year later, Xiao Yun was adopted by a family, that family is a good person, very good to Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun also thought about forgetting the tower and forgetting Luo Xingyu like this, but when he saw the task list, he really couldn't help it, it turned out that he had never been able to forget, failed to forget her, this time, even if he lost his life, he had to make an end with his past.