Apocalypse Magician

Li Xingkong didn't want to kill anyone, and indeed he didn't kill anyone, but he got the life card that passed the test by mistake, and at the same time he saw the fragility of life.

After simply cleaning up his mood, Li Xingkong returned to the killer organization for business, then put on a set of clean clothes and went to Luo Yingxue's appointment. However, due to this delay, he was actually two hours late.

The ordinary path winds forward. At the end of the road, you can see the graceful figure. Luo Yingxue stands quietly under the blooming cherry tree. The breeze blows her soft hair, as if a veil is lifting in the wind. In one corner, accompanied by a few dancing cherry blossom petals, it became the most beautiful scenery in Li Xingkong's eyes.

How to explain it? When Li Xingkong walked towards Luo Yingxue, he was extremely worried. On such an important day, it was unjustifiable for me to be so late for such a long time, no matter what the reason was.

"You're here... Hey, why are you injured again?" When Li Xingkong didn't know what to say, Luo Yingxue accidentally saw a shallow scar on Li Xingkong's arm, and her caring words first broke the embarrassment.

"Huh?" Li Xingkong followed his gaze to his arm and discovered a small injury from the battle just now. However, this kind of scratch often appeared in daily martial arts training. Li Xingkong didn't notice it in his hurry, "Ah, I was accidentally injured on the way. If you scratched the branches and leaves of the jungle on the roadside, it’s okay.”

"If the wound is not treated in time, it will leave traces." Luo Yingxue's fingertips glowed with blue light, and the water magic element was like a gentle injured hand, gently wiping away the scar on Li Xingkong's arm, "You, Mr. I knocked on the door and scraped a branch, so I’d better be more careful in the future.”

"Uh...haha." Li Xingkong scratched his head and smiled. In fact, the so-called always knocking on doors and scraping branches was just the excuse he used when the careful Luo Yingxue discovered the scars left during the training of the killer organization. Luo Yingxue was like this every time, treated with water magic carefully without leaving any trace.

Walking together on the road to Luo Yingxue's home, Li Xingkong felt extremely warm, as if the cold heart that he had built up as a killer not long ago was gradually melting. It was obviously her fault, but she didn't complain at all. Instead, she could find such subtle scars, and even forgot to ask the reason for being late. If she could be by my side in this life, what more could I ask for?

Due to the time constraint, the two of them traveled significantly faster and arrived at their destination after a while. In front of you is an ordinary farmer's courtyard. A few thatched houses are enclosed by short fences, as well as some thin fields behind the houses. In the desert, there is only a cherry tree in the center of the courtyard, blooming with snow-white petals, as if Holy fairies guard the entire courtyard.

As soon as Li Xingkong and Li Xingkong walked into the courtyard door, more than a dozen children suddenly surrounded them from all directions. They looked to be between four and eleven or twelve years old. Their monochromatic clothes were covered with colorful patches. It looks very funny, but it can barely cover the body. At the door of the thatched house in the courtyard, stood a middle-aged couple. These were Luo Yingxue's adoptive father and mother.

"Sister Yingxue, we are hungry!" The dozen or so children gathered around blinked their eyes and shouted in unison, looking extremely pitiful.

"Be obedient and obedient. Sister will prepare some delicious food for you right now." Luo Yingxue comforted the children, then looked back at Li Xingkong with a smile, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Okay, today is your sister Yingxue's 15th birthday. If any of you disobey and cause trouble, you won't be given food." Luo Yingxue's adoptive father came over. His words seemed a bit harsh, but they were not. Losing kindness, all the children dispersed and continued playing separately.

"I heard from Yingxue that you also lived on the streets begging for a living?" Luo Yingxue's adoptive father turned his eyes to Li Xingkong and smiled kindly, "The people who live here are all orphans, and we all live like a family. If you don’t mind it, you can consider this place your home.”

"Thank you, uncle." Li Xingkong felt an inexplicable warmth. For the first time in many years, someone told him that he could consider this place his home.

Everything in front of him was caused by the care of the elders for the younger ones. However, Li Xingkong always had a feeling. The keenness gained after two years of assassin training told him that this middle-aged uncle named Ren Mingfeng did not seem to be the one he should be. An ordinary farmer.

Afterwards, Ren Feng and his wife went to the kitchen to help cook. Unfortunately, Li Xingkong didn't know anything about it, so he had to walk around the yard to familiarize himself with the terrain that could be covered at a glance, and then helped set up the tables, chairs and bowls when the meal was about to begin. chopsticks.

Luo Yingxue and Ji's birthday was an important moment for the entire family, so in addition to the table full of wild vegetables, a plate of fried meat finally appeared. Li Xingkong read from the bright-eyed expressions of the children. The obvious message. It's a pity that there are too many monks and not enough porridge. Even if everyone divides it equally, there are only two pieces in the bowl.

"Xiaoqi, the idiot next door wants you to hang out." While eating, a child patted a younger child next to him and pointed to the door.

"Where is it?" Xiaoqi turned to look out the door, but didn't see a single figure. In confusion, he turned back to continue eating, only to find that the two pieces of fried pork in his bowl were missing, and the bowl of the person who had lied to him was missing. I hit exactly two more pieces, and I thought I couldn't take them away. My eyes turned red and I was about to cry, "Fourth, if you grab my fried pork, you've already eaten the two pieces you originally had!"

"Really? Which of your eyes saw that it was me who robbed you?" The fourth child put the fried meat into his mouth and refused to admit it.

"Xiao Qi, sister, I'll give you these two pieces." Looking at Xiao Qi who was about to burst into tears, Luo Yingxue quickly handed over the fried meat, "Sister doesn't like eating meat."

"Yingxue, let Xiao Qi eat mine." Li Xingkong quickly stopped Luo Yingxue and handed over his fried meat, and at the same time found a decent reason, "I have lost weight recently and don't eat meat. "

"Brother lied," Li Xingkong had just finished speaking. A four-year-old child next to him blinked at Li Xingkong, "Brother is not fat at all."

"Uh..." Li Xingkong felt embarrassed, but facing that innocent little face full of childishness, he really had no reason to reason, so he had to pretend to be an elder, "Didn't anyone tell you that eating Can’t you talk when you are there?”

"Oh..." Forced by Li Xingkong's bullying, the four-year-old child had to lower his head and eat silently. At the same time, he was greatly confused. Since he couldn't talk while eating, why did you talk so much?

Lunch ended quickly. Although Li Xingkong only ate wild vegetables from the fields, he was still unsatisfied. Luo Yingxue's cooking skills were really superb. She was able to make ordinary ingredients so delicious. Li Xingkong guessed that the delicacies in the palace may not be the same. .

It would be great if I could eat meals like this for the rest of my life. Li Xingkong imagined this in his mind while helping to clean up the dishes.

"Everyone go and play by yourself first. Sister will draw a picture for you later." Luo Yingxue left with a large basin of dishes that needed to be washed, still not forgetting to warn these naughty children.

All the children nodded after hearing this, and they all felt more at ease. It seemed that Luo Yingxue's paintings were very attractive to them. Li Xingkong looked at Luo Yingxue's leaving figure and couldn't help but feel sad. Even a girl from an ordinary family should eat cake and make wishes on her birthday, but Luo Yingxue had nothing and had to work hard to take care of many younger siblings. , how virtuous and kind.

It's a pity that Li Xingkong has no idea about other household chores except being forced to do odd jobs in junior high school. Once again, he was so dedicated but couldn't help at all.

Since I have nothing to do, I might as well take this opportunity to build relationships. Li Xing wandered around the courtyard in his spare time, with another plan in mind. If we can develop an inner supporter by Luo Yingxue's side, things will be much smoother in the future.

"Kid, what's your name?" Li Xingkong searched around and finally found a little girl of eight or nine years old who looked very easy to deceive.

"My name is Axiu." The little girl named Axiu has an innocent face and two braids on her head. She looks very cute.

"Axiu, um, a good name." After Li Xingkong's hypocritical opening remarks, he began to look for a topic, "What do you sister Yingxue usually draw in your paintings?"

"Draw some..." As soon as Axiu was about to answer truthfully, he suddenly became wary. He rolled his eyes and looked at Li Xingkong slyly, "It's nothing, just some sad teenagers who have unrequited love."

"A sad boy with unrequited love? What's so easy to draw?" Li Xingkong frowned, wondering why Luo Yingxue would draw these. Could it be that she has a sweetheart? Who is the one? And what does "some" mean?

Li Xingkong, who suddenly became sentimental, was overwhelmed by the thousands of conjectures in his mind, but suddenly discovered another important point, and looked at Axiu, who was only eight or nine years old in front of him, strangely: "Do you know what unrequited love is? "

"Axiu is a child and not a fool. Why don't you know?" Axiu looked at Li Xingkong with an even stranger look, and then said words that seemed to be able to pierce the heart with a sword, "Isn't it you, brother?"

"I..." Li Xingkong felt like his heart was being stabbed with blood, and he smiled awkwardly, "Then can you tell me, brother, what kind of boys does your sister Yingxue like?"

"Hmm..." Axiu looked like she was thinking hard, then came over curiously, "What is your occupation? How much is your income? Where do you live? How many rooms? How many cars?"

"Uh..." Li Xingkong felt that he was getting more and more confused and had no idea how to answer.

"You don't look like a young master from a wealthy family. Axiu won't let sister Yingxue fall in love with you. Stop daydreaming!" Axiu looked Li Xingkong up and down, and obviously made a judgment before losing interest. , turned and left, muttering as he walked, "If sister Yingxue marries a rich and handsome man, then Axiu's dowry will also include, well, at least ten pairs of jade bracelets and five pearl necklaces..."

This...only Li Xingkong was left in the same place, continuing to be messy in the wind. These kids these days are so outrageous. The whole world belongs to you. Thinking of this, Li Xingkong couldn't help but worry about Luo Yingxue again. What kind of gentleness and virtuousness is required to take good care of you weird and naughty children!

No matter whether you are happy or sad, relaxing or working, time always flies by, and it’s sunset in the blink of an eye. Luo Yingxue was painting under the cherry blossom tree, while a group of children sat quietly five meters away, and Li Xingkong stood silently next to the children.

The summer breeze is blowing gently, and the cherry blossom trees are swaying in the wind. The beautiful girl in white clothes and white skirt, waving a pen with bare hands, and smiling, always affects Li Xingkong's heart. It seemed that the white petals blooming on the branches were deeply amazed by it. They left the treetops one after another, danced in the wind, fell on the girl's shoulders, fell on the colorful scroll, and blended into the painting and into the girl's heart.

Among the cherry blossom petals flying all over the sky, Luo Yingxue put down the last stroke, then nodded lightly with satisfaction, picked up the scroll, and walked over with a smile. The stunning look back at him and his smile were like a flash in the pan, covering all the colors in the world in an instant, like a dream.

The flying petals fell to the ground, as if paving a path of white flowers for her. Li Xingkong suddenly remembered that in his dream many years ago, pure white snowflakes were falling all over the sky. There seemed to be such a beautiful girl in white clothes and white skirt, gentle and graceful. Coming through the snow, the ice is pure and untainted by dust.

But at that time, after waking up, I couldn't remember the face of the girl in the dream, as if it was separated by a layer of faint fog, and it was indistinct. At this moment, as Luo Yingxue approached, it seemed that the fog in my mind gradually dissipated, and then the dream The girl in the middle appeared clearly in front of her eyes. She was exactly the same as Luo Yingxue.

At this moment, fantasy and reality quietly overlapped. In the world in Li Xingkong's eyes, only Luo Yingxue's beautiful figure floated forward, as if she had walked into the real world from a dream, crossing the reincarnation of time and space, and walked all the way to Li Xingkong. At this moment, Li Xingkong didn't care about anything else. He just wanted to hold her hand and never let go.