Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 4094 The Return of Your Highness (6)

  But someone also told her.

  You come to the world, you have to look at the sun, you have to live well.

  The child in the trash can will be asked if the porridge is warm, and she will turn off the lights.

  It’s just that he died later. Everyone said that she killed him. The monster would kill everyone who approached her, including all kindness.

  Since then, no one wakes up, her tea is cold, and no one has shared her books for half a lifetime.

   Looking back, it has always been bleak, no one in the world is waiting in the dim lights.

   "Living, isn't it for living itself?" Ran Bai asked calmly, there was no emotion in her tone, and something unknown was hidden in a daze.

  It turned out...it turned out to be.

  Such a simple answer.

Tears seemed to flicker in Legge's eyes. For the first time in so many years, he looked so squarely white. Seeing her eyebrows high and low, looking at the sea in her eyes, he suddenly realized that until today, he didn't really see what his daughter was. It looked like, and asked softly for a long time: "Have you ever remembered anyone in these years? Do you feel guilty for a moment? You-do not regret it later? Just a little bit, regretting the past."

  Every word is very light, but also very heavy.

  She said: "I never regret it in this life."

  She only used seven words to answer her life, all of this, this is ridiculous.

  She believes in every choice she makes and respects her countless decisions.

She walked a long way, and walked for a long time, met many people, and after a few things, she was weak and kind, she also stepped on the bones to take control of the universe, loved and hurt, hated and complained, but after all One sentence once.

  Wake up and continue to move forward. On the road she chose, there is no retreat, and there is no retreat, leaving no room for a walk, regardless of whether he is alive or dead, what is the result?

  There is arrogance in reason, and she is arrogant. If you say that she is awake or sick, she should be like this.

  She never looks back.

  She is right.

  Leige listened to these seven words, and slammed his ears heavily, and even his chest was numb, as if he was cut open by something. He was in a daze of this life, and when he remembered a long time ago, perhaps he also remembered being white.

  ——The kid who lived alone in the attic at an early age.

  That year, she might be five, six, or seven or eight years old. Like all children in the world, she was crazy, stubborn and fresh.

Legg passed under the fruit trees outside the attic. It was autumn. The leaves were golden and looked like a golden sea from a distance. The dead leaves fell with the wind and returned to the soil. The path was also covered with fallen leaves. The trees were staggered. The gaps cut the blue sky into blue pieces.

  He saw a touch of red clothes in the clear golden yellow, as well as blood-red eyes hidden behind the branches and leaves. The pupils were beautiful as rubies, staring at him unblinkingly.

  Legger couldn’t recognize who she was, frowned, and just wanted to ask whose child it was, but saw that the child on the tree blushed slowly, and whispered: "Daddy."

  Legg remembered the look for a long time, and then he deliberately forgot, no longer remembered, and did not think about the emotions in his eyes, and over time, it was dusted in the fall of that year.

To this day, Legge somehow suddenly saw the scene many years ago. The child has been hiding behind the branches and leaves. He only saw those eyes. In the memory, the round and clean eyes gradually overlapped with the person in front of them, thinking about the closeness in those eyes. The joy of admiration, and timidity are gone. She has grown up and changed, and her eyes have never been frightened, and her honor and disgrace have been collected.

  Legg stared at a certain corner of the room for a long time, and then looked at Dye Bai, seeing the blood in the red dress, suddenly crying and laughing, unable to stop the sound, and looked like he was crazy.

   "Look at it, look at this at the end... Except for monstrous power, full of sins, and scheming, what else do you have?"

   "Actually, you are just like me, you are a poor worm... poor worm."

  At the end, the sound is getting lower and lower, and no trace is captured.

  Yan Bai's face was expressionless, half of his face sank in the shadows, looking at some ghosts that seemed to be extinguished, and every word: "I am not pitiful."

  She chuckled suddenly, and straightened up lazily, her eyes half-hidden, as if a little sleepy, and she walked out, facing Legge: "It's a pity, it seems that there is nothing to say."

  It’s also funny, this is actually the most talked about them in so many years.

  The first time and the last time.

Legge fell on the ground, just fell there, not wanting to get up at all, the cold temperature penetrated into the skin, and then gradually invaded the bone marrow, he only felt exhausted, he was really tired and tired, too tired to want to get up again. , I want to be so tired.

He slowly turned his eyes to look at the white back, so lonely and straight, and suddenly remembered that she was so small when she was a child, and now she is still so thin when she grows up, that he always feels that the red dress is wearing her. He was empty, and when I thought of it, he was so weak and thin, how could he carry his entire life.

Why did it become such a difficult situation to end now? Even Legg didn't know it, his lips trembled vaguely, and he made an imperceptible voice from the depths of his throat. It was extremely dumb and hard to hear: "Can you... …"

   "What?" White stopped, but did not turn around.

Legge slowly stopped the sound, as if the blade was stuck in his throat, he couldn't swallow or spit it out. He just kept the thorns, day and night, for a long time, until his mouth was full of blood. It's too late.

  He stared straight at the back, unwilling to move half a minute away, like a depraved ghost remembering the executioner who caused him to lose everything, and like a dead end drunk looking at the last drop of wine.

There are joy, anger, sorrow, resentment, hatred and hatred, too much, too much, how can it be unclear, burning a fire called the past, and finally extinguished, silent, closed, no temperature, unwilling and struggling, nostalgia and nostalgia, all Turned into ashes.

  Leige suddenly roared with all his strength, made the last blood oath, and cut the gold and the jade, the piano has fallen, the blade is destroyed——

   "She and you! I and you! Never meet again!"

Ranbai had already walked to the door. When she heard these words, she pushed open the door. Moonlight and quiet came in from the outside. She never stayed for half a minute. She only said one sentence: "You and I never Same."

she left.

  The door is closed.

  Return to silence.

  As if never came before, nothing happened.

  The only sentence that was halfway through, and the words that stopped abruptly, was buried with the flesh and blood before death.

  A drop of hot tears fell on the cold ground without warning, why he was crying, even he did not know.

  Leige had gone mad, but he was strangely quiet, as if he had gone back to the time when the blood king standing under the ginkgo tree, amidst the golden ground, looked up at the child on the tree.

  Three thousand floating lives, awakening from a big dream.

  The moonlight can't come in, the light can't shine, the darkness is overwhelming, and it's long decayed.

  That was the last time they met.

  (End of this chapter)