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When I was an insignificant snake, I killed eleven people. Five women, six men, nine ordinary people, two monastics, ten young people, one old man. Yes, I remember each and every one of them vividly, the horror and ignorance when they first saw me, the pain and struggle when I was bitten, the reluctance and despair when they died, and the boundless resentment that was left behind at the end. They hate me, they hate me for taking their lives, they hate me for being stronger than them, they hate me for being qualified to live and they are going to die.

It is often said that the more colorful the snake, the more poisonous it is. I, however, am black. Disguising oneself with a splash of color and warning the enemy is nothing more than a sign of cowardice. All I need is the color of the night. Day or night, I wandered under the sun or the moonlight, reverently pursuing the hope of my mouth. I don't really like the warm taste of blood, I don't want to bite, most of the time I just want to swallow them. I liked the feeling of fullness more than being burned by blood when my teeth cut into the muscles. The blood of my enemies is hot, but I, too, are cold.

The first person I killed was a woman. Yes. Maybe she's beautiful from a human point of view, and she's beautiful from my point of view. She has beautiful and natural wriggling lines, and after biting her, I know that her skin is smooth, delicate and soft. Even though I'm just a snake, this first bite stayed in my heart for a long time. If I have tears, I will definitely shed them that time. It's because of the pain. When she saw me, all grace and poise vanished, and her screams were no different from those of a wild boar in the mountains. I was very young and didn't know how to deal with the situation. Hypocrisy. Why is this ugliness and beauty so extreme converging on the same individual? I don't understand. I could only look at her and scream. I forgot that I still had teeth and toxins that could put an end to her ugliness and restore her calm and quiet beginning. The fear in my heart at that time was probably greater than hers. At least she could scream and throw what she was doing at my body. And I, without a sound, didn't move, until she almost smashed me in two from the tail a little upward. That was the only time I bit a person's throat. That was the first time I knew the temperature of my blood. The temperature almost made me unconscious after the world was silent. I moved my badly injured body with dark red blood spots. I'm going to die.

Later, when I realized why they wanted to save me, I felt a strong sense of loss in my heart that made me shrink my body into a ball. I don't know why that's the way I am. When people are faced with their unattainable power, even if that strength does not hurt them, they still feel that something invisible is tearing at them. The same is true for snakes. I've never had a chance to see her in my life. All I heard was her legend. Even when I saw her, my inferiority complex would make me lose the courage to look up.

That day, my body was almost smashed in two by the woman. That day I felt life draining from my body. There was already darkness in front of me, and from time to time there were dazzling lights flying by. The fear of darkness is almost innate. I hate the night, even if it's cool enough for activity. I try my best to open my eyes and look at the world while I sleep. Most of the time I'd rather be awake and live with nothing to do than sleep with no idea. Ever since I had my own independent mind, I've tried my best to resist the temptation of hibernation. There are voices in my ears that keep saying, go to sleep, wake up to the warmth of spring. I strengthened myself by shouting loudly, and I said, no, I want to see the process of the flower blooming, I want to listen to the voice, small, imperceptible, but the flower really has a sound. If you listen closely, you'll find out.

Sister, there's a little black snake here.

yes, I didn't even pay attention to the rush.

Of course my sister is in a hurry, the broken bridge silk umbrella will wait for you for a thousand years. My sister has nothing to do.

Well, don't make fun of me. He seems to be injured, and since he has seen it, he can't help but save him.

Sister, aren't you afraid of mistaking fate?

Even if it is a thousand years, why rush for a while. I know that there is a plum tree that is full of essence, so let's send him there, and the plum is cold, which is of great benefit to him.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by the falling plum blossoms. No matter how strong the flower is, it will eventually fall. She can't stand the bitter cold, but she can't stand the heat. Flowers have no hundred days, and the flowers of the flower elves are no exception. Everything in the world seems to be moving in the direction of destruction. In that case, why does it exist? It's so boring to exist just for the sake of the continuation of the race. What if I'm a snake, what if I'm not a snake? If I die, nothing will change in the world, and the plum blossoms will still be fragrant and beautiful, and they will still be scattered into mud. So I'm going to live, just as hard as I strive to be awake. I only live for myself, not for the snake, not for the plum, not for hatred, not for love, I am just me, hungry and sleepy, I will not change for anyone. So, I continued to kill, and with my venom, I looked up to the sky and the moon. The cold moonlight seemed to be poured into the water, and at that moment I felt like I had become the moon, and there was a subtle tremor in my hovering plum tree, and a word came to my mind, demon. Yes, I became a basilis. After being seriously injured and dying, after killing eleven people, after being saved by the owners of those two voices, on the top of the lonely mountain, the full moon night with plum blossoms flying.

I began to be able to travel thousands of miles a day, my body could grow so large that I could be terrified, I could swallow anything I wanted, whether it was the beasts of the mountains or the humans below me. I absorbed the essence of the moonlight, I learned to speak to people, and I was able to cultivate to this point in just a few decades, even among the demons, I was considered outstanding. When the moon is full, I like to hover to the top of the mountain alone because I still don't know who they are. I'm lonely. At this time, killing is no longer a need for survival, but a filling of emptiness. I like to kill people in various ways, scare them to death with a bloody mouth as thick as a bucket, slowly smash every bone of them with my body, listen to that crisp and pleasant sound, and enjoy the thrill of dominating death. I take other lives to prove my existence, just as the nouveau riche can't wait to adorn their bodies with things like gold and diamonds that even I can't digest. To some extent, it can be said that I just obtained demonic power out of thin air that is beyond my ability to control. So I can't turn into a human form, I can only rehearse the change of the snake form to the extreme, and speaking is already my limit state.

The bright moon of this day gave me a sense of urgency, vague like the shadow of the Toad Palace above it. I don't know where I've been, I just follow the feeling of oppression that I was born here. I was a little out of breath, and once again I felt powerless, and even my large body didn't give me a sense of security. I just want to be as small as I can and swim into the cracks. The body is not controlled. I writhed in despair, like an earthworm in the mud, small and despicable.

"Alas, you are too weak. Is this the most powerful snake demon in this thousand miles?"

I couldn't speak, I could only nod.

"I don't know if you can help, you're really too weak. ”

Yes, it's the voice. She was humble and obedient when she called someone's sister, and for a moment she spoke in such a condescending tone that I didn't react immediately. I want to say, it's me, the little black snake you saved 20 years ago. But in front of her, I didn't even have the strength to speak. She's beautiful. What made me dare not look directly was not only her strength, but also her beauty, cold and glamorous seduction. The feeling of familiarity is not only the encounter many years ago, for her it is not much different from saving a little ant and killing one less human, she still has a lot of familiarity that I can't perceive, terrifying and kind.

"Come with me. I'm taking you to do something earth-shattering. ”

I'll be with you no matter what. You have the power to attract me, to command me, and beauty alone is enough.

However, we didn't have a chance to do it after all. There were three different moons reflected in the lake, each of which seemed to be real, only the two figures that made the moonlight fade seemed to be fake. It was a perfection that should not be found in the mortal world, but the language I had learned could not describe it.

"Sister, is that you?

"You were the one who used the spirit attraction just now, I felt your breath so I came out to take a look. How can you stop me in such a place, in such a position?"

"Sister, I thought it was ...... I just wanted to bring the powerful snake demons nearby to save you, but I only attracted a small snake. ”

"You can't save me. I wanted to be there myself. ”

"Why? Is it just because he's dead? There are not as many men as there are, why are you doing this, sister?"

"Yes, he's dead. He was forced to become a monk, but he preferred to die. I still remember that he clumsily held a silk umbrella for me, but he didn't dare to enter the umbrella, but just drenched stupidly, saying, 'Girl, men and women don't kiss, but you can't tarnish the girl's reputation'. After a while, there was a boat, but he was still standing outside the cabin, this time knowing that he had an umbrella. Sister, I fell in love with him that time I crossed the same boat. Yes, he is very ordinary, he has no skills, and he is not smart among humans, but you don't understand, love is like this, and when you fall in love, everything he has becomes a virtue. ”

"Sister, you're wrong, I understand love, I just won't be as blind and stupid as you. ”

"I'm stupidly willing, stupidly happy. In those days, we loved each other, we took care of the housework together, he couldn't cook, of course I didn't, we made a mess together, ate raw vegetables together, rice with pebbles, and walked slowly step by step. I'm so happy. I've never been happier in thousands of years. Now that he's gone, the only thing I can do is keep my memories alive. So I chose to stay in the tower, watching the place where we first fell in love, and letting happiness and sorrow slowly slip away with time. Sister, let's go, really, I'm not the same person I used to be. ”

......

I don't remember how I left, only the moonlight that night, shining on her face. There is no sorrow, no joy, it is like a complete carving of jade. I know that I have witnessed a legend, her beauty, her persistence. I don't know where I'll be in the future, but as she said, I have this night as a memory, love, and this kind of thing may really only need a moment. I suddenly wanted to go back to the place I had been staying in all these years. I want to be strong, that kind of stunning color is not for being hurt. I thought I could quietly destroy everything that could be destroyed, but I couldn't hurt her in the moonlight that night, even if she didn't have the power to fight back. I want to protect her, even if it's to stay nearby, even if she doesn't need it at all, even if she doesn't remember that there is an insignificant little black snake, even if she continues to get stronger by any means......

A little postscript:

The topic set before this was written after revisiting the West Lake. After climbing the Leifeng Tower, how can you not write the White Lady? Santan Yinyue just glanced at it during the day, and I have never seen the real scene at all, if there is a mistake in writing, please correct it. In fact, a few days ago, CCTV 8 set rebroadcast the White Snake Legend in the afternoon, and I wanted to write something out, so this snake demon who received a box lunch in one chapter became an admirer of the White Lady like me. The story of the White Snake is so touching, the broken bridge, isn't it also an ordinary small bridge that is famous all over the country?