Raiders of villains, I am always attacked by villains

Chapter 168

Garden roses bloom and fall.

He walked through the flowers, only took the most beautiful and brightest flower, and placed it on the chair closest to him at the dining table.

It was still a lunch for one person, with a light scent of flowers, cool air, and the sunshine coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows was also cool.

He lowered his eyes and stretched out his palm to catch the light, and the mottled golden shadow fell on his palm like a fragile butterfly. Suddenly, the face of the blond girl appeared in his mind again.

In her memory, her brows and eyes were curved, and her blue eyes reflected his whole body.

The strawberries, which were bright and dripping with dew, lay quietly on his white porcelain dinner plate. He didn't need to eat, and he knew it very well.

The world is abnormal, and he himself is also abnormal. Perhaps, he is no different from the "monster" mentioned by those troublesome uninvited guests.

Day and night alternate, but he can't feel the passage of any time. Did he live in this manor for endless time, or did he repeatedly pass the same three days for endless time?
It doesn't matter, anyway, after three days, everything will start all over again.

Whether it's the people you meet, yourself, or that room.

There shouldn't be any memory left, but his whole heart has deeply engraved that face in his bones.

Fragile, tough, good looking, cute.Pieces of afterimages are painted as the skirt of the man holding on to his hand and fluttering to the sound of the violin, and they are also tender and soft as the lip prints that once landed on his face.

I don't know when it became so deep that it became an obsession.

He was paranoid to allow other people to step into the room where she lived, and he even sent his servants to walk around the manor and ordered them to strangle any outsiders who were not her.

Maybe in the past, he didn't mind that he was just a boring monster, but now, he at least has the desire he wants.

Even though he knew more or less that she would never come back again, but even with that pitiful memory, he seemed to be able to paralyze himself to spend those endless years of loneliness.

Speaking of which, I dreamed of her last night.

Dreaming that in the dark corridor, the sea can be seen from the small window beside her, and she watched him coming with a sword in surprise.

How could he not want to hug her, but he also knew in his heart that this dream had a time limit.

Kill anyone who tried to hurt her before time ran out.

Obviously he has struck so fast, and obviously swiped the long sword without hesitation, but after finishing that annoying woman, there is still not enough time left to talk to her.

He wanted to reach out and touch her face and tell her to come back early.

But where do you go back?
How could he be willing to let her stay with him for the rest of her wronged life in this prison from which she could not get out.

At the moment before it dissipated, he saw tears in her eyes.

Distressed densely, like that day outside the room door, came to my heart all at once.

What are you crying for?Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here, don't be afraid.

You see, even in my dreams, I will protect you.

Even if you become a little doll, I can recognize you at first sight.

Withdrawing his thoughts, the blue-haired boy touched the scabbard by his side and stepped up to the room on the third floor. The two ugly things would be refreshed every three days. During the boring time, only repeated killing They can bring a sense of existence to themselves.

It is the wind that lifts the curtain.

He put the sword back into its sheath, and when he looked up, he saw the blond girl squatting in the shadow of the moon, holding the skirt in one hand and the window frame in the other.

Is it false, or conjecture, he does not know.

But she was as light and light as a butterfly, jumping down from the window and throwing herself into his arms, the warm touch was so real that one's mind began to be in a trance.

He didn't dare to clasp his stiff hands, and dared not put them on her waist, for fear that she would dissipate into a lonely wind if she touched them.

The girl in her arms looked up, her brows were curved, and her blue eyes were clear, just like back then.

"Louis, I heard that you miss me very much, so I'm back."

　Come! !Come see Louis! !A man living in the beginning of the movie finally has his own episode, the memory summoned by Wanwan in the Puppet Master is probably a dream for him, and Wanwan coming back to accompany him is Wanwan's own dream.

　　QAQ I am waiting for you, no matter where you go, how far you go, and when you come back, I am waiting for you.So, don't be afraid.

　　[If you don’t understand, you can revisit the first story 2333, after all, it’s quite a long time ago. ]
　　
　
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