Philomena looked out the window, a cruel picture reflected in her pale blue pupils. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cold snap was slowly passing through the mountains of the north, like a galloping army, and the air seemed to be full of violence, invading the places it passed, turning into a snow-white wilderness, without any trace of life.

The last cold snap of the year was about to pass through the area, and even if Philomena wanted to pay twice as much as the craftsman to repair the door of the house, the craftsman refused to accept it. It is impossible for ordinary people to survive outside the house when the cold snap is invading, and no matter how much money there is, it is not as precious as life.

In desperation, Philomena could only roughly bring a large wooden plank, block the doorway, and use the dining table against the back of the plank, which had many heavy objects on it, so as to increase the stability of the plank.

With this done, Philomena did not have time to rest, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen, carrying the hot mist bucket to Musene's room.

In the room, Muse was lying on the bed, her eyes closed, her face bloodless, Philomena reached out and stroked Muse's forehead, but in the extremely cold temperature, Musene's body temperature was as hot as a lamp.

"It's... What can I do if I have a high fever at this time!" Philomena cried out in a hurry.

Before the cold snap came, Muse had already started a high fever, which shows how bad Muse's physical condition was at this time. The breath of the Muse is like a lamp that is about to disappear at any moment.

Philomena didn't dare to think about it anymore, as soon as that cold picture appeared in front of her eyes, just thinking about it, Philomena felt like she was going to collapse.

"Please, gods, whatever it takes, let the Muses survive this cold snap, for I am willing to pay with my life. Philomena prayed in a low voice.

She had never believed in any gods, but at this moment, she could only try all the methods she could think of with a happy attitude.

Of course, Philomena certainly couldn't have pinned all her hopes on the so-called gods. Philomena believed in herself more, which was common to every unbeliever, although for the sake of Muse, Philomena did something that went against the principles of the unbeliever.

Philomena carefully helped Muse to her feet, her delicate face revealing a hint of seriousness, and took off all her clothes for Muse.

When all the clothes were taken off, looking at the tragic situation of more than a dozen bruises on the thin body in front of her, Philomena's tears were revealed uncontrollably. But Philomena gritted her teeth and held back her tears, not letting her grief affect her concentration.

The cold snap is about to invade, and if you can't wipe Musene's body before the cold snap hits, Muse will be tormented by the cold invading bones. For an unconscious person, this is undoubtedly fatal.

Knowing that time was pressing, Philomena did not dare to be hasty, as gently as carving a work of art, for fear that she would hurt Muse with a little force, although Muse may not have noticed it.

The tip of her nose was encroached upon by a masculine smell, and Philomena's pretty face was a little ruddy. Although she took care of Muse's life, she had never done anything to wipe the body of a boy, and if it weren't for the great grief she had, Philomena's hands might have trembled with shyness.

Finally, before the cold snap came, Philomena wiped Musene's body clean, put on her clothes again, and covered Muse with all the quilts in the room.

After doing this, Philomena faintly heard the sound of something huge approaching from outside the house, and the last cold snap of the end of the year, like an unstoppable army, was crushing the town, and it was destined to be an unquiet night.

"Please, please wake up!" Philomena clenched her hands and kept repeating this with her eyes closed.

......

Hiss~

Muse forgot why he came here, **** body, but standing in the polar world, his body trembled unconsciously, even the blood coagulated, I don't know when, his body was not trembling, and a layer of frost condensed outside his skin, like a statue, did not move at all. There is no breath, and if someone says that Musene is dead, I believe that the vast majority of people will not doubt it.

But if you look closely, you can vaguely see that although the pupils of Muse are dim and close to nothing, there is still a trace of gasp.

He suddenly remembered a sentence that when a person is dying, the past of life will flash in front of his eyes like a lantern.

When this thought came to mind, the polar scene suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a myriad of images.

The fetters left on the earth continue to flash in front of his eyes, he has no regrets, maybe these fetters will worry about themselves when they disappear out of thin air, but one day, they will run for life, and finally go with the flow, and forget themselves, find a stable home, waiting for the ship of life to anchor. Muse was genuinely happy for them.

But as soon as the picture turned, Muse's eyes were greeted by a world of wars and rivers of blood, which was an absurd world in which human life was like a mustard, and countless lives were screaming on this vast continent, constituting a strange melody.

[Under the brilliant sky, the crooked figure of the deceased is sprinkled all over. 】

[O life!] The path guided by the path is coming to an end, falling into an eternal sleep. 】

In the cycle of birth and destruction, the cycle repeats itself and never stops. 】

Indifferent, ruthless and hesitant, abandoning the glory of life to live. 】

Like a fruit full of desolation, buried in the earth, waiting for a new life... and once again annihilation.

[The wheel of fortune has come to a standstill, who will turn the gears and let time run!]

......

The song contains indescribable sadness, and the whole world, as if there is only black and white gray, is covered with a veil of despair.

[Dead, the world is dead]

Looking at the thousands of people crowded here in front of him, children, women, old people, elves, orcs, countless creatures, their faces were blank, their pupils were empty, and they sang this bleak melody in unison. At this moment, such an idea came to Muse.

This melody is like an inscription engraved on the tombstone of the world, lamenting despair in every conceivable language.

Puzzled and confused, Muse wanted to move, but found that he had already condensed into ice, like a bystander, and could only watch it happen.

Suddenly, a familiar face came into view, and Muse was stunned, his face was dull, and a monstrous rebellion appeared in his mind.

Click~

The ice shattered, and with it cracked in the surrounding environment, and when the ice was about to shatter and fall to the ground, and it was all about to end, he saw human faces appear in the light that surrounded the world, and all of them were on their knees like dead ashes, like sinners waiting to be judged.

"Dreams... Or is it reality?" The consciousness faded away, and the whispers of the Muses were drowned out by sad melodies.

... When I opened my eyes, the scene in front of me was not clear, and the fingers of Muse moved instinctively, and what was transmitted from the palm of the hand was a very soft touch, which was more tender and elastic than the bun, which was a wonderful feeling that people couldn't put down.

"Hmm... What is this?" said Musene, subconsciously using a little strength. The girl's gasp sounded in her ears.

"Don't... Don't do this... Please let go of your hands~"

When Muse saw the scene in front of him, his face became very embarrassed, and in his eyes, Philomena's delicate and playful face was close in front of him, and her pink little mouth opened slightly, as if she was shouting, but there was a voice that seemed to be holding something, and the lovely girl was in front of her, as long as Muse moved her head forward, she could take Philomena's small mouth for herself.

This is indeed a fatal temptation, but Muse is very afraid of death, if she dares to take an inch, Philomena really doesn't mind punching herself to death.

"Please let go, okay?" Philomena's weak voice stunned Muse.

After quickly reacting to him, after realizing what the touch from his palm was, Muse Nirvana smiled and wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that he could not use his strength. It took a moment to remove his groping hand from Philomena's breast, and in the face of Philomena's plaintive eyes, Muse swore that although he did miss the soft touch, he did as much as he could when he removed his hand.

"Lady Philomena, I apologize for my unreasonable behavior. ”

Although she wondered why Philomena slept in her bed, it was clearly not the time to ask about it.

"Nothing, as long as you can wake up... Whatever I want to do!" Philomena sobbed, holding Muse in her arms as if she were a pillow.

Muse then noticed that Philomena's eyes were a little red, and she was crying, probably shortly before she woke up.

"Worried you, how many days did I sleep?"

"It's been three days, and on the third day, you're out of breath, and I... I thought... You've been... Thankfully, you're back, and if you don't wake up, I really don't know what to do. Philomena said as she cried, her words coming out in fits and starts.

"It's not a good place on the other side of hell. ”

"Since it's not good over there, you should stay here and don't leave. Philomena pleaded.

"Hmm. So I'm back!" Muse said softly with a faint smile.

After hearing Muse's words, Philomena's crying face showed a relieved expression, and then she fell asleep with her eyes closed and a smile.