Qi Cheng walked slowly on this street that seemed bleak, the doors on both sides of the road were closed, and no matter how strong Ren Yu's blows, he was unmoved......

This time, Ji Cheng didn't let the rain get wet, and he was slightly lucky, and a transparent barrier immediately appeared outside his body to block the raindrops. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ji Cheng came to the door of the one-eyed room, paused slightly, and knocked lightly. "Is it there? I have something to say."

After a while, the door opened, and the expressionless one-eyed glanced at Qi Cheng and turned around. After Ji Cheng walked in, One-Eye sighed helplessly and closed the door.

Ji Cheng sat down at a table that looked a little old, looking at the spots on the table, it should have been a long time since he changed it.

The one-eyed sat opposite Qi Cheng, did not look at Qi Cheng, and looked at the shadows in the room.

"What do you think...... Should they be given to them?" Qi Cheng did not hesitate any longer.

One-Eye didn't answer, still staring at the shadow in a daze.

Seeing this, Ji Cheng sighed slightly. He took out the dagger, placed it in front of the one-eyed table, and said, "Do you want to hear the story of this dagger?"

The appearance of the dagger made one-eyed's body tremble involuntarily, it was this dagger that made the disaster come. One-eyed closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists, resisting the urge to smash the dagger with all his might.

"Actually, this dagger is a true Horcrux, it has its own soul, it also has its own name, and its owner used to call it ......" No matter how loose one-eyed his mind was, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Qi Cheng when he heard this. True Horcruxes!

"Bee sting!" Qi Cheng said in a slightly heavy tone.

......

He opened his eyes and looked around at the depths of the dense forest, where only the slightest ray of sunlight could penetrate the thick layer of leaves and leave a spot on the ground.

He looked at his hands and feet, and then touched his face with his hands, and he ...... What is it?

At this time, there was a sound of "buzz~buzz~" in his ears, and several small bees flew towards him and swirled around him. He stretched out his hand, and the little bee rested on the back of his hand, not afraid of him.

It's so kind, he likes it, and he's familiar with it, as if he should have said it this way. He looked at the little bee, his heart was gentle, he just wanted to open his mouth to make a sound, but he stopped, he couldn't make a sound, and he didn't know how to make a sound. So I had to laugh, laugh silently......

He didn't know anything, he just moved forward with his mood, and there were more and more bees around him, circling around him, but he wasn't bothered, he just walked forward. He didn't know how long he had been walking, the bees around him had changed batch after batch, the scene in front of him had changed over and over again, he was just familiar with all this, he didn't think, it seemed that he never thought about it......

He can't speak, he can't think, he just walks like this all the time, but ...... He's so lonely.

His head may not have turned, but the strangeness in his chest told him what he was craving......

The scene in front of him slowly brightened, and he covered his eyes with his hand to dispel the discomfort caused by the darkness for a long time, and in front of him was a light, a very strong light.

A clear lake appeared in the eyes, and the sun was not blocked, illuminating the lake very brightly. There was a man sitting by the lake, shirtless, pounding hard at something with a hammer in his hand. Hands and feet...... His first turn of his mind was not easy to think of. His chest vibrated violently, as if urging him to hurry over and take a look.

He strode forward, and the bees that followed him quietly retreated, and finally disappeared into the shadows. His steps were light, but they were much heavier than before, and he came to the man, and looked at the man with a flat head, a stubble on his face, and a lot of sweat on his forehead, and watched quietly, without moving.

The man stopped his hammer and turned to look at him in some surprise. "Who are you?" the voice was short of breath.

He looked at him, his mind began to spin, and after thinking for a long time, he finally opened his mouth. "I don't know. The voice was green.

The sun is shining, the surface of the lake is like a silver mirror, and the breeze blows, and it is even more sparkling and beautiful. Not far away, a large swarm of bees seemed to have collected enough pollen and flew in the direction they came.

That day he saw a strong light, opened his mouth to speak for the first time, and his story with him had only just begun......