Tyrannosaurus Rex and Xiaojiaohua [The End Times]

A white ball of light hangs in the air.

Arbor Qi on the top of the building tried his best to mobilize all his strength and focus on the palm of his hand, transforming it into wisps of light to expand the size of the light sphere.

It was as if the blood was flowing backwards, and the swelling in the head was so intense that a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

But Qiao Muxi refused to stop.

The strong killing intent became stronger as time passed, and he desperately wanted to kill these disgusting things that were not worthy of being called human beings.

The thoughts kept clamoring: kill them kill them kill them kill them kill them!

The ball of light emitted a scorching and dazzling brilliance, and Qiao Muqi looked cold.At the moment when he was about to flip his hands, someone patted him heavily on the shoulder.

In the blink of an eye, the sphere of light that had spent energy to condense was eclipsed.

He could only watch it disperse into several strands of light and disappear into the air, and Ji Buyi's figure was caught in the corner of his eyes.

"why?!"

Why block? !

Don't you think they deserved to die? !

Qiao Muqi's tense body muscles conveyed strong anger and incomprehension.

Ji Buyi walked to the edge of the stairs, and dropped his eyes to see the girl who was dragged down the stairs.

"Killing is the beginning of stepping into this world."

Ji Buyi explained, "Maybe you have made up your mind. But it shouldn't be today. No, at least not during the day."

Qiao Muqi was unmoved, and tried to mobilize his strength again.

"You can't beat them."

Ji Buyi grabbed his wrist and frowned, "I'm not a combat power user. You can't defeat them by yourself. Even if you add Hong and Lan, you can't provoke the forces behind them. If you want to save people Another team dragged into the abyss, do you think it's worth it?"

"So just let them go?!"

Qiao Muxi asked in a low voice, with a stubborn face, "Pretend you didn't see anything? I can't do it! It doesn't matter if they die, I will kill them!"

Ji Buyi opened his mouth to speak, and suddenly noticed that his eyes were full of suspicion.

Like an angry little lion, hastily stretched out its immature fangs, fighting against unknown things with the feeling of dying together.With no method and no purpose, Qiao Muqi recklessly relied on his solitary courage to attack.

This is wrong.

Ji Buyi couldn't be more clear about the consequences of blindly using supernatural powers. He thought that according to Qiao Muqi's personality, he wouldn't go so far as to make the world angry.Unexpectedly, the successive blows forced cowardice to force bravery, and ordered kindness to give way to cruelty.

A scarred guy who no longer trusts the world and doesn't listen to anyone's advice and is determined to go his own way.

—That's overkill, Joe.

He couldn't help sighing.

Ji Buyi cannot turn a blind eye to the lost lamb in wolf's clothing.But at a critical moment, empty talk of the truth can't move anyone.He thought about it, thought about it carefully, and finally asked, "Have you recorded any poetry explanation videos recently?"

Qiao Muxi was taken aback, as if he didn't understand why such an irrelevant topic was brought up at this time.

"Uploading the video, you have insisted on it for two years, right?" Ji Buyi carefully watched every change on the surface of the arbor, and pretended to be relaxed: "At the end of last semester, I will review the final exam tomorrow." I was so busy that I slept three or four hours a day. As a result, you didn’t eat breakfast and dinner for a week, and you finished recording the video intermittently, and finally managed to maintain the upload frequency once a week, didn’t you?”

Qiao Muqi's wrist flick slowed down.

Ji Buyi smiled, "I thought about it before, you suddenly ran out of the safe area, maybe you don't have time to record the video? Plus the source is not stable. But if there is no movement, those who are waiting for you to talk about the video It might be very worrying. So..."

"Are you going to keep making videos until the end of winter?"

Complicated emotions surged.

Qiao Mu looked at him thoughtfully.

Ji Buyi asked about the video on the surface, but it seemed to be more than that.

Probably asking: after the end of winter, will you go back to the University of Ancient Arts to study?

Go deeper: Will you continue to like art?

The real core question is, will you still stick to being yourself?

be yourself.

What was your past self like?

Stupid, cowardly, nosy, willing to work behind the scenes.When you give, you never think of reaping, but you don't anticipate cruel duties.

It has countless shortcomings.

but--

He still remembers the library every Sunday.

Artificial light falls over the head and shoulders, creating the illusion of warmth.

Rows of simple white square tables are neatly arranged, and the air is filled with the unique smell of paper.The weekend is sparsely populated, and the quiet library is like a cat sleeping lazily.Tens of thousands of books that have accumulated the history of civilization are arranged obediently on the bookshelves for people to dig.

He often plays the game of looking for books with his eyes closed.Losing his vision, his soft fingertips rubbed the spine of the book, getting various tactile sensations.Occasionally, I encountered uneven fonts, and after repeated guessing, I got the title of the book in my heart, and then opened my eyes to check.

Have fun.

Can he forget?

No.

But can a heartless, world-hating person enter the world of art?

Maybe.

Darkness has a dark art, but it is definitely not the temperature and unique delicacy he is nostalgic for.

Qiao Muxi was silent.

Ji Buyi let go of his hand, tapped his knuckles in his pocket a few times.

"I have also been full of despair about this world."

He scratched his face as if making up his mind, expressing emotions that he had never shared with anyone, "...I thought, how could I be hanged in the sea. With a rope full of spikes around my neck, I couldn't breathe. The water Non-stop... non-stop pouring in through the nasal cavity, choking people to cry. But struggling and screaming command make you sink faster and faster."

what can you do?

You can do nothing but be engulfed. "

The empathy touched Qiao Muqi, he turned his head and saw the unfamiliar Ji Buyi.

"There are many people who want me to die, more than you can imagine. I..."

The drooping corners of Ji Buyi's mouth and peach blossom eyes are almost melancholic.Perhaps because he seldom dissects himself nakedly, he paused for a long time in embarrassment before finding words to express, "I am not a likable person. Worse than you. You have roots, maybe Shen Dechuan is your roots, maybe art .There is a difference between being rooted and not being rooted. You have lost your memory, but you are clearer than me. You have your beliefs and persistence, and you know what you like, what you hate, and what you can never accept. I... don't quite understand What kind of mood is that. To be honest..."

He gestured awkwardly, "I can see the bond between you and Shen Dechuan, and by chance, I can also feel a little bit of your passion for poetry and other things. But for me, it is very rare, just It's like...a completely strange world that I can't enter, and it doesn't like me either."

"Except for stupid skeletons."

Ji Buyi pinched the small bottle hanging around his neck, and smiled helplessly, "I can't feel the connection with this world. Whether it's food or wine, if you don't try hard to tell yourself to pursue something, it seems that you can't find a reason Live it. You're different. You've got a strong connection, a sense of responsibility beyond normal lines, and overflowing empathy. You shouldn't cut it open. Really, Joe. Abandon the pain for the pain, and you'll face the new torture."

"..."

Ji Buyi's words and metaphors are full of pressure and make people uncomfortable.

"Including my parents, they wanted me to die the first time we met, but I survived."

Ji Buyi folded his hands on the top of the railing, "People are fragile, but they are also very strong. You see, they didn't have the choice to die, but they survived the humiliation. Maybe they are waiting for someone like you to fall from the sky, maybe There are countless people waiting to be saved by a fool like you. You have no obligation to be a savior. If you don’t, no one blames you. If you do, not everyone knows how to appreciate you. You still want to do it?”

silence.

"We say that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. The reverse is also the same. The greater the responsibility needs the greater the ability to match. The savior is not a simple identity. You must be wise, brave, calm, possess absolute power, and gain absoluteness. The right to speak. What is more difficult is that you have to keep going all the way, never stop no matter what, throw away inappropriate things in time, and try to keep the purest things. Only then can you become a person who can realize all your ideas people."

Ji Buyi looked straight at him, as if going deep into his soul, and kept a convincing tone when speaking.

Qiao Muqi shook his head and squeezed out a bit of self-mockery from his throat, "I thought I could change some things. When I wake up..."

Only then did I know that I couldn't do it myself.

That helplessness, that feeling, like being alone in the middle of the ocean with no lifebuoy, no safety net, and you think you're the one who threw the lifebuoy.Struggling desperately, for others and for yourself, countless reasons urge you to struggle desperately, until your hands and feet are broken by undercurrents, and you are still floating like a piece of rag.

And then you know, you're just a piece of cloth corner.

It is precisely because of the cognition that he firmly believed in his heart that he was defeated before the deep ocean, and Qiao Mu was lost in the thick fog, and he could not even find his footprints when he came.

"You are wrong." Ji Buyi retorted: "You can change a lot, and you will survive. The first time, the second time, this time, the next time, countless blows, you will survive and become stronger, Be more fearless, guard the real you with repeated lessons. Betrayal or darkness is not worth mentioning in front of your eyes after all."

"I……"

"I have never doubted you, not even whether you will leave the safe area. Because I understand, you have never flinched from what you do and what you want to do. So this time, stick to it."

Ji Buyi has a cotton-like smile in his beautiful peach eyes, gentle, harmless and pure.

He spared no effort to believe in him and encourage him.

Qiao Muxi suddenly realized: Everyone is like this, when they are desperate, they hold the hand extended by others, and then extend a gentle hand to the next person.All beautiful and rare things are passed on one life after another, endlessly, and finally form an earth-shaking force.

No part of it can go wrong, and no one can lose their spirit, otherwise they will be lost.

For a moment, the chaotic mind was dominated by two opposing strands of thought.

He didn't even know what expression to use to respond to Ji Buyi's friendship.

"Maybe, do you need to see Shen Dechuan?" Ji Buyi asked.

"where is he……?"

"I will try my best to find him within half an hour." Ji Buyi glanced downstairs again, "Don't act rashly. Wait until Shen Dechuan comes, okay?"

Qiao Muqi nodded.

"That's a deal."

Ji Buyi finished speaking and left.

He knew Shen Dechuan's resting points, ran back and forth a few times, and finally caught Shen Dechuan who had just finished a fierce fight.When the two of them opened the door of Qiao Muqi's room, there was no one there.

"Not here?"

Ji Buyi has a solemn expression.

Shen Dechuan roughly looked around the room, and stopped in front of the wardrobe.

"What the hell is he—"

Ji Buyi pushed open the bathroom door, Shen Dechuan opened the closet door.

Qiao Muqi sat in the closet just like before, exactly the same as when he lost his temper or was sad in the past.Shen Dechuan looked down at him, firmly controlled him in a still gaze, and his restlessness eased slightly.

"What makes you sad?"

He asked, brushing his hair with warm palms, and sticking them to his icy cold face.

Qiao Muxi didn't speak, just rubbed his face like a small animal, and held his hand.

"It's someone else." Shen Dechuan asked again: "Or yourself?"

In one sentence, just one sentence, the dense sourness occupies the heart, and the weak grievance breaks out again, driving away the fake shell of indifference.Qiao Muqi raised his injured and dazed eyes, like a child being criticized involuntarily and vulnerable in front of his parents.

Shen Dechuan, who was tall and had long hands and feet, had to bend down, and half of his body invaded the inner space of the closet.He touched Qiao Muqi's face, "You didn't cry."

"No."

Qiao Muqi flattened the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

The comforting kiss was suppressed, and Shen Dechuan was gently sucking his lower lip.There is no passion/desire in the pitch-black eyes, but a faint, quiet other emotion inhabits them.

How to describe it?

It's a bit like spending the only one hundred star coins in the whole body to buy poor-tasting nutritional supplements in a musty and smelly room.The picky you threw it aside angrily, jumped angrily on the cold bed countless times, cursed relatives, friends, villains, and yourself.

Scolding the whole world, and finally picking it up again with tears in my eyes and spineless.

You are crying alone with despair that others cannot understand.

Then the angel came.

Maybe it was the notification of winning the prize, and the 500 million star coins were just around the corner.

Probably not that exaggerated.

Probably a cute cat brought a delicious small dried fish, sat in front of you and meowed sweetly.

You burst into laughter.

Shen Dechuan's consolation was similar to an unreasonable surprise.

He was as powerful as ever, picked up the tree and sat on the edge of the bed.

Qiao Mu Qi loosely hugged his neck and lay on his reliable shoulders.

Ji Buyi, who is knowledgeable and interesting, has already left quietly.And they didn't speak for a long time, and sat quietly maintaining their posture.

No one opened their mouths, as if there was some secret way of communication, bypassing the whole world and quietly relying on each other to heal the festering wounds.

Shen Dechuan patted Qiao Muqi's back in a strange manner, and then covered the back of his forehead with his palm, retracting his five fingers, showing the unique Shen Dechuan style of stroking his head.

When the sky outside the window was getting dark, Qiao Muxi asked in a low voice, "Can I kill someone?"

"can."

"Can... kill all the supernatural beings here?"

Shen Dechuan didn't hesitate, "Yes."

"Thank you."

Qiao Muqi closed his cured eyes that were about to cry, and promised: "I will try my best to become stronger. Next time, I can do what I want to do without relying on you."

"It doesn't matter what you want to do."

Shen Dechuan's deep and thick voice carried deep connivance, "Whether it's crying or killing people, do things that won't make you sad."

"it is good."

Qiao Muqi sniffled, "I don't want to kill people during the daytime, and wait until the sun goes down before looking for them."

Shen Dechuan hummed.

As the sun sets, time seems to have stopped and flows slowly.

The author has something to say: Ah, Joe has really grown up!

Ji Yi is not Ji Xiaoyi who has no story~