No way......

I feel ...... inexplicably Because the author of this record in the spiritual world is still an ignorant 24-year-old unemployed vagrant, he seems too immature.

Feed!

Knock knock!

Feed!

Knock knock!

Feed! Feed! Feed!!

Knock knock!

Storms and rains are intertwined.

"This guy ...... Where the hell are you going......" Junki Tachibana glanced into the distance, and from her brown eyes, the wind and rain in the school area seemed to be even more ferocious.

As [Yellow], she doesn't need to hold an umbrella, but she still holds a white oil-paper umbrella, wears a cheongsam with a short fork, exposes her calves to the wind, and blows messily, her hair.

She frowned in confusion.

A light she could see flickered out of the school area, and in her eyes, a man named [Thundering Messenger Huguang] was carrying a female classmate wearing a blue and white striped school uniform back to the sky, and then, in an instant, he was swallowed up by a black flame in an instant, turning into a crimson vortex, and it was just such an instant, everything turned into calm.

Except for the wind and thunder, the birds did not sing.

"What? Knock so loudly? ”

Gong Xin held his forehead and opened the door.

I haven't seen them in a long time.

"It's me!" Tachibana nodded on her tiptoes.

Because Gong Xin, who was standing in the attic and wasn't going to let her in, lowered his eyelids, like a corpse that was about to die because he couldn't stand it.

She was eager to see how he was doing.

What era is he......

Whose little painter is he......

Everything in the room was cluttered, and the smell was unpleasant, which could be a sign that this guy would definitely die like this next Monday.

And today, it's the weekend.

"What are you doing here...... Gongxin scratched his dirty hair, he yawned suddenly, tears flowed from his eyes, he didn't want to tidy himself up, nor did he want to live a decent life, and even, he had given up on life as a human being.

"If you don't have news from Xinlin, don't come to me......"

Kyoshin wanted to close the door, but Junichi Tachibana eagerly grabbed the handlebar.

The roaring thunder intensified.

"I've heard that someone wants to meet you......"

Her hand was caught in the door, and he looked at it indifferently, not wanting to let go.

Perhaps, when the door of this attic is closed again, and when it is found again, it will be a dying and struggling ...... No, a corpse that doesn't struggle.

"Someone is looking for you! I'm downstairs! Saw her! She wanted to know if it was you who lived here! Let me ask! ”

Tachibana Junichi shouted, like a spirit, in front of him, there was no pain at all, her petite white hand was deformed in the squeeze of the door, but she didn't see that he could, as a person, let go a little bit.

Perhaps, after losing everything, he can feel that his life is meaningless.

How so......

He was so optimistic and confident before.

"Tell her I'm dead......" Gong Xin slammed the door shut, not noticing at all...... Or, I don't care at all that Junichi Tachibana's hand has been deformed so badly, the position where the door is clamped, blood streaks come out, and green tendons burst out.

"Let her die if you can......"

He was almost condescending, staring at Junichi Tachibana with a horror that permeated contempt in despair, as if Junichi Tachibana was no longer his friend.

"Hey ......"

Junichi Tachibana slammed the door, and her oil-paper umbrella slowly fell down the steps.

He didn't care anymore if he would hurt anyone else.

He was there, for countless nights, sobbing in pain.

Nor can they free themselves from bondage.

"Let me die quietly......"

He opened the door and kicked Junichi Tachibana's hand like an angry rascal.

He didn't care if he was a hooligan or not, so he didn't care about anything, including Junichi Tachibana's injury.

The right hand was caught and he lost consciousness, and blood dripped in the storm, dyeing the wind and rain of this piece into a scorching gold.

The rain turned to dust, fell from tall buildings, and then came to naught, scattering over the heads of pedestrians.

Death...... It's a kind of relief.

Sometimes there's nothing wrong with that.

Parents can't help you,

Brothers and sisters can't help you,

Relatives and neighbors can't help you,

Passers-by can't help you,

The police can't help you,

The country can't help you,

You're dead......

Maybe you don't want to die, but you are dying, so you run away and accept death...... This is an unwarranted and imposed setting.

What is given to people is shackled.

"I can't do this......"

Junichi Tachibana took a few steps back, bent down, and picked up the oil-paper umbrella.

As if nothing happened, she didn't know if he could hear it.

Through the doors and windows, there is also a gap of 100,000 miles, layer after layer, and the only communication is terminated noncommittally.

"But...... I think she's going to come up...... I don't know what happened after that. ”

Junichi Tachibana shook the golden blood in his hand and slowly stood up.

The rain beats on the umbrella and turns into a tinkling instrument......

She slowly went downstairs, and on the rusty iron staircase, all kinds of rust-like dirt seemed to feel all kinds of moist breath, and all at once, the freshness of the rain, the scorching heat of the rust.

Yes......

Why, the death of a human being......

How sad can it be......

Perhaps, because he knew that he wanted to die...... I suddenly felt that this human being was more or less like any human being I had met......

Dirty......

He was so simple......

He said he was going to die, and he was going to die......

Not today, tomorrow.

He's definitely not one of the best.

He said he was going to die, so surely, in his room.

Perhaps the bed is used as a cemetery. With energy-saving lamps as tombstones and hands as crosses, the death is both peaceful and peaceful.

Except for his sick and tormented body, and apart from the health and happiness that he lacked more or less, he didn't seem to have any chance to live in vain in his life.

If you are busy, you will have nothing.

That's how many people resonate.

Junichi Tachibana had so many thoughts that he didn't even notice that the woman who had agreed to wait on the rusty staircase passed by her.

"He's going to die?"

The woman was wearing a white dress.

It was a high-end brand designed by a British designer, and this dress was shockingly expensive even if it looked ordinary.

"What?" That's when Junichi Tachibana noticed her.

"I said, she's going to die~ girl, why are you ......"

The comers are confident and dignified, and there is no fear of the goers.

"What's wrong with me......"

"Why are you so upset?"

The woman took a puff of cigarette, and the smoke was destined to be extraordinary, and the smoke between her middle and index fingers burned boringly, with the smoke cloud that all cigarettes have, rising and rising, but emitting its own unique aroma.

It's a very light, wonderful ...... Touch.

"Are you still thinking about it...... What? My name is [Third Age, Dustless Realm, Heaven, Tachibana Junichi]'s baby~"

The visitor said Junichi Tachibana's real name with a little ridicule.

Maybe it's because Junichi Tachibana's real name is Junichi Tachibana, which makes Junichi Tachibana himself a little stunned.

She glanced at it, and finally she had a proper look at the comer.

This woman in a white dress, with a white flower hat, the hat is full of flowers, to want a hat like this, you must need to pay more money, she is holding a black umbrella, also tinkling the music, her dyed blonde hair can not hide her oriental beauty charm at all, as if if she wants to turn around, she will be fascinated by all beings.

Her beauty is so natural, and her voice is so calm and reliable.

She is not a delicate girl, let alone an old woman, but a young woman, on the water, like an immortal.

The droplets of water fell low on her umbrella, and with the strong wind, they did not move.

"What's wrong?"

She smiled softly, "How long did it take for you to forget me?"

"That's right, three thousand years, for you who have passed five epochs, perhaps, it's still too long......"

"You are ......" Junichi Tachibana recovered from his grief and slowly walked down the next step, the rust creaked down, washed away by the rain, and disappeared without a trace.

"I'm ...... I want to come back and say hello to you one after another~ It's just that I was too busy before and didn't have much time. ”

The woman circled the umbrella around Junichi Tachibana, and in front of her tall figure, Junichi Tachibana looked like a child.

Desire, as if filling her whole body, her whole body, is all the blood and bones of crystal clear money.

"Let me go and see him......" She winked at the stunned Tachibana Jun and said, "You won't mind~ I see, you seem to care about him very much......"

"If you don't mind, let me enlighten him...... All right? ”

"If we could, we would ...... There will be a ...... later."

She hasn't told Junichi Tachibana her name yet.

Junichi Tachibana didn't remember her name for a moment.

But it was also here that the thunder in the sky was falling apart more and more violently, lightning and thunder, light and shadow were intertwined, and the area of the school was surrounded by thunder for a while.

"Hah...... I really miss ...... [Thundering Messenger]...... That's one of the oracles of the Foothills. ”

The woman slowly straightened the umbrella. The rain fell from above, and more often fell in front of Junichi Tachibana.

Junichi Tachibana watched her go upstairs, and for a moment, she called out her name, but she held it back and turned into an unwilling bubble.

She looked at the area of the school, where the thunder was getting more and more violent, and the rain and wind here seemed to be sucked in, forming a huge vortex in an instant.

A tornado in a dry land is quietly generating, which is not only a whirlpool of wind and rain, but also a weapon to kill.

As soon as Tachibana looked up, the rusty staircase leading to the attic was stained with dirt, those bloody rust marks, like corpses being dragged along, to hell layer after layer.

【Why!!】 Why!! 】

Those miserable, bleeding, red eyes are afraid, crazy, and the greatest hatred in the world! Stare at her!

【Little Painter ......】

She, standing in the wind and dust, waited quietly for the end of the world.

She knew that these eyes, and these terrible shouts, were ......

It's a little painter......

Why......

Why......

Why...... In the end, it is! Why!

【Wang ...... The purpose for which you created us to come out...... What the hell is ......

Why......]

Her king is not on high above.

But her king, lacking, the ...... of humanity No......

The little painter's, warm......

She gritted her teeth.

Everything in [Yellow] comes into view, focusing on the whole body.

【Junichi...... Actually, I don't know much about it...... Why do humans have feelings......]

The king's question was like a sharp knife plunging into her chest.

Because she doesn't understand, she naturally doesn't know.

That's why she shook her head at the distressed king.

[I want to...... You don't know...... After all, the Third Age is over...... You're free......]

The king touched her head as if he were caressing his own child.

She may indeed be the king's child.

Therefore, she can feel the tenderness of the king.

A king so gentle could not fail to understand why human beings have feelings......

Maybe it's because ......

Because of what......

Because...... Her dear king has not yet understood...... Human feelings don't need to be searched...... There's no need to explore...... No need to look for ......

It is a kind of thing, called the heart, that comes from within, and becomes a traceless medium of feelings.

Her heart, as if, was beating.

She felt at ease.

She sighed and clenched her teeth.

She's too far away from humanity...... Too close......

She needs to make a huge decision......

Get it all back to square one......

Is it good or bad?

Nobody knows...... No one can make any other decisions......

So be it......

She thought, stepping up the rusty staircase again.

So be it!

For that beating heart......

So be it!

In order to! The inexplicable affection in my heart......

Maybe she doesn't understand it yet, but she will always understand it in the future......

It doesn't matter at all, what matters is that her heart is beating and she can have everything......

[I...... Want...... Dead ......]

She heard, her dear king, say this to another king.

[I don't think there is any value in a long life, and if I lose it, I don't need to care......]

She saw the shocked eyes of the other black king, furious and furious!

【My sheep!】 That goddess! It's never worth your effort! Everything is a ruse in the foothills! Don't fall for it! 】

The black king shakes the white king.

The white king shook his head and sighed.

【Shadow ...... You don't have feelings yet...... You won't understand ......]

[I understand! Of course I do! Lu Zhongxing, this guy! It's to covet our divine power! He wants the dominance of the Heavenly Palace! He wants! Become the ruler of the Sixth Age! He! Is! Be on one's high horse! Stupid! 】

The black king slapped the table angrily.

He was obviously angry, but he sighed helplessly.

He seemed to know that he had no way to stop his dear sheep.

That day will come eventually...... Target......

He should ......

Be prepared......

She walked through the magnificent temple, which had been buried in the ground and could not be returned to the earth, but she had witnessed its glory.

The temple of thousands of pilgrimages ended up in worthless ruins.

It only takes a few short years.

In between, it's killing, it's eternity.