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She longed for a force that could kill her, or something firmly pressed against her chin. Or strangle it at the throat or press it on the heart.

Then, she will perform a magic trick for Wutong.

——There were bright red petals overflowing from her mouth, and a grand poppy bloomed from the vital point. The large flowers scattered in all directions on her hair and covered her shoulders.

She just looked at each other.

"Isn't it beautiful? But why aren't you awake yet? Wutong, don't you like red anymore?"

You taught me how to get feelings from you and let me gradually acquire humanity. Isn’t this process gradually killing the inhuman me that I was in the past? And I seem to have really experienced death, and I seem to have come back to life thousands of times. Why do you always have good intentions towards this world? He clearly saw through the evil of human nature, but he still believed that everyone has his own destiny, so he did what he wanted to do.

Transparent, yet tragic.

But tragedy is not just smashing beautiful things to show others. I don’t want tragedy, I want to put you together when you are broken into pieces.

......

Almost two days before Wutong passed away,

Morax was actually surprised to see Brand again. The two of them had agreed to chase the puppet master together before, but half of them suddenly disappeared. Although Morax had some guesses at that time, he couldn't be sure. It wasn't until later that he saw that the other party had slaughtered nearly all of the puppet master's main force in just one night, leaving behind one mess after another, and then disappeared again.

The suspicion was confirmed.

The puppet master's side destroyed Brand's long-term "medium" to maintain his own peace.

Therefore, even if Brand stood in front of him at this moment, he showed regret for the death on the ground and said to the wounded who were endangered or about to die, you will live and not die. But under the pretended gentleness, there is actually a violent and angry side suppressed. At the same time, the seemingly indifferent inner world is painful and sad. The body was obviously very intact without any scars or defects, but it was obvious that he was going crazy.

Morax called Brand.

His mental state has collapsed, and his whole person is covered in negative emotions and is dripping with blood. When Brand heard the voice, he turned his head and gave Morax a very gentle smile: "Long time no see, how are you doing lately? If you need my help, please feel free to ask. After all, I happen to need your help with something."

Completely different from usual, more "human" than usual. I feel that if Blonde was a long-term friend of Liyue, the other party would probably warmly pour him water and ask for help in the next second.

Morax shook his head, indicating that he had nothing to help with.

Brand's expression looked a little pity, but because of the deep obsession in his eyes, the scarlet color was no longer as clear as a gem but instead revealed a dry dark color.

She came here to see Morax for something real, and it was not just a simple greeting. I heard that there are immortals under Morax who can each take a ray of immortal power and seal it into the body of the dead to resurrect the body. After asking, it was indeed true. But in the final analysis, this is still a reversal of life and death, and the corresponding risks are also extremely high. I am afraid that the new body will fall into unprecedented madness due to the inability to control the immortal power in the body...

Moreover, this resurrected body is cold and stiff, and can only move by jumping. At the same time, it must obey the orders of the person who awakened it to move.

Qingqiu bit her nails, thinking that she could teach him slowly later, as she had plenty of time. She is willing to spend time writing a bunch of orders to make the zombie "Wutong" exactly the same as before.

But she thought nitpickingly that this was not enough. Wutong must be truly intact and come back to her soberly. She really wanted to make this guy who left her so casually understand the extent to which a demon god could use his power.

It’s okay under any circumstances. You can obviously turn to me for help, you can obviously depend on me, and you can obviously trust that I am enough to protect you and keep you safe and sound throughout your life.

Why, why do you give up on me and trust in "human beings" without looking back? Why don't you understand that human beings are inherently weak and useless, and will die in the aftermath of war without doing anything? Why, why are you a human being who not only loves this identity but is proud of it.

Look, who is the proudest one?

Now that he got the answer he wanted, Morax asked Brand to think carefully before giving the final answer. Since the idea of ​​resurrection has come up, this person must be a very important person. Therefore, what if the subsequent loss of control causes any irreversible disaster and must be killed by one's own hands. To kill or not to kill.

Return to a secret place.

The body of Wutong is well preserved in Qingqiu. The blood stains on his skin and hair have been washed away, and he has also changed into new clothes. At this moment, he was lying in a coffin covered with talismans and filled with ice.

Brand didn't like that word, so he filled the coffin and used it as a bed. After returning from Morax, he sat motionless on the edge of the bed, his finger bones stiff and aching from the unyielding cold.

——It is often said that hate lasts longer than love. But to be honest, Brand, neither love nor hate lasts long. What lasts the most is obsession.

Before leaving, Morax suddenly sighed and said this to Brand.

At that time, Brand paused, then continued walking forward without looking back or retorting.

Is it her fault? She has worked very hard to become a so-called normal demon, to love humans, to walk on the earth, and to extend her stay in the world. To live from today to tomorrow.

But it was obvious that someone chose to die yesterday first.

His eyes traced Wutong's stiff face and features.

You can't help but watch them die in vain, but why should they? Why should I bear this price. They are more important than me, right? You don't want to live for me, do you? This has always been my own self-righteousness, and I have mistakenly acknowledged my position in your heart, right?

Blonde scratched the blood marks on his arm with an expressionless face. The blood dripped on the frozen ground and froze for almost a second. Large areas of the frost-white ice showed red.

why why?

You promised me.

We made it clear that we would go to other places together, see the scenery of the world together, plan our future life together, and continue to live together. Aren't you still cheating in the game of chess so that I owe you a wish, saying that now that I have you, please try a little harder now?

You give a promise so easily, and you are so decisive when you leave. Those important agreements are insignificant and irrelevant to you. Who am I? Who am I who is left behind, with only promises I can never fulfill?

Brand sat next to Wutong, holding his throat that had been scratched so deep that the bone could be seen. His fingers grasping the ice tightened the veins, leaving traces on the surface.

Why can't she die? Why?

Something called tears appeared in his eyes again. She didn't understand, she didn't understand, and she wanted to find someone to explain her confusion, but the person who caused her to behave so strangely was dead, and her teacher was dead.

I could only raise my hand and wipe the wet face as if it was nothing.