Geeky

That kind of pain is far more than being pierced by a sword.

Su Shi fell from the chair in the study room, his fingers gripping the carpet were as stiff as white branches, but trembling convulsively.

Even in pain, I can't cry out.Because the trachea has been flooded with blood, it seems that the sound of blood rolling can be heard, and there is a sticky and slippery feeling of blockage in the throat.

It is obvious that the lower body is lost, but it seems that the lost part has turned into lead, which is extremely heavy and drags people forward.

Thrown like an anchor into the well of pain... the memory slowly sank, drowning him completely.

A breathing tube was inserted into his mouth, blood was pumped into his body through several hoses, and tiny air bubbles rose continuously in the liquid.

A transparent jar, like a large gas bottle, contained him.

I can't feel my body, I can't feel anything but pain.

Anesthesia will affect the growth of the body, so he must endure this pain until he "grows" his body again.

In order to alleviate his mental pain, those vampires in white coats will play music, books, videos for him...

One day, two days, one month, two months, one year...

Even if you survive, you will go crazy, right?

In the sealed jar, unable to feel his own body, unable to even sleep because of the pain, a person was suspended in the liquid motionless, looking at the empty laboratory.

Treatment is more like a long torture.

It is more painful to be alive than to be dead.

Still enduring it, because I still hold a little hope that cannot be extinguished...

Bubbles keep rising, string after string, and the outside world seen through the liquid is distorted and unclear.

Su Shi tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see the truth, because he knew that everything in front of him was not real.He crawled on the carpet with difficulty, trying to climb out of the predicament in front of him, he was trapped in Mino's memory.

So real.

Different from accepting Mino's life like accepting materials, the feeling of being strangled by the god of death and pain is so clear that you can feel the strength and coldness of the fingers on the skin.

There was a sharp gasp in the room.

Su Shi turned over and lay on the carpet like a drowning person.The morning light fell on his face, shining a little sweat.

"...As I said, possessing the body of the 'Mino of the past' will have side effects. Mino's memories will be transmitted to you like materials that can be consulted at will, but experiencing his past directly will erase his The gap between memory and your personal memory, 'touching' him at zero distance, also leads to confusion of feelings...now you feel it."

Fresh greenery is reflected in the room through the fluttering white curtains, and a transparent white sphere floats in front of Su Shi.

"You can completely control the reaction of 'Mino' in the dream like a game character from the perspective of God, and the golden finger system will also simulate everything in the direction you expected...I don't understand why you still take risks Possess Mino at the last moment, at the most dangerous and most terrifying moment."

"Although I replaced Mino, I am not Mino after all."

Su Shi raised his hand to block the bright window.

The morning light shone through his fingers, as if his hands were glowing.

"Because I want him to remember, my eyes."

His eyes grew green and clear in the shadow of his fingers,

Even in pain, she is still gentle.

"61."

Atossa looked at the favorability of Xerxes displayed by the system.

Although the orchard is not full of fruit, it already smells the fragrance that heralds a good harvest.

She should accept it as soon as it is good, and she should strike while the iron is hot.

Occasional jealousy is a kind of taste, but a smart woman should not make a man jealous all the time.

Because "jealousy" is like a game you invite him to participate in. He has to compete with another man, but the decision is in your hands.Stupid women will be complacent, thinking that they have the initiative, and make men angry.

If you want someone, you should make him vaguely aware from the beginning that he will be the winner of this game.Get him motivated, teach him how to "get" you, and finally let him enjoy victory.

Then this ferocious tiger will really be content to put its head on your lap, enjoying your touch, as docile as a kitten.

Atossa tied the two locks of hair in front of her eyes like ribbons.

Although some things were unexpected, everything was developing as she expected——

"Every day, every day, I was waiting for him, thinking to myself: What should I do if my Mino comes back and can't find me..."

Her voice was like melting honey, and she closed her eyes, thinking about Atossa's past.

Frightened and alone in a human city, she uses makeup to hide her blood race identity, and earns her living by doing night shift work that few humans are willing to do.

Waiting for letters day after day, sometimes sad, sometimes worried, sometimes angry, sometimes scared...

One day, two days, one month, one year...

She hated him for leaving without saying goodbye, and was also afraid that he would encounter unimaginable misfortune... and lived like this.

Now, he couldn't get a single word of explanation.

He just said:

"I can't tell you."

"I can only assure you that I have not done anything ulterior."

Since there is nothing ulterior, why can't it be revealed at all?

She felt betrayed, put off, disappointed and hurt.It was as if her long wait was dismissed by such a casual sentence or two.

She thought of praying to the moon in the long night, praying that he was safe, even if it was a love affair.

Atossa's fingers went down to untangle the knotted hair, and the silky black hair was loosened, floating down her face, revealing her sad eyes:

"But, what am I in your heart..."

She wiped away the tears under her eyelashes in front of the mirror, only the wet tears remained on the eyelashes.

The beauty in the mirror looked as fresh and bright as a lemon blossom after the rain, showing no signs of heartbreak.

But Atossa is not too demanding on her acting skills at the moment.Because she knows very well that only beautiful sadness can move people, and ugly sadness...is really embarrassing!

A little smile and a tear is more heartbreaking than crying until your face is grim.

Both men and women are visual creatures.

It is often said that a good-looking skin is not as good as an interesting soul.Indeed, without an interesting soul, a good-looking skin is easy to be bored; without a good-looking skin, an interesting soul is not easy to be discovered.Sometimes, the same sentence, for good-looking people, is coquettish; for ugly people, it is mischief.

People who think good-looking skins are more important, and people who think interesting souls are more important, are actually both greedy.

And as it happens, she has both.

She showed a sad and beautiful smile in the mirror.

Atossa stood in the rotunda, flipped on a switch, and released her favorite white smoke.The whole hall can no longer see the ground, only the ups and downs of white clouds floating on it.

She reached out and stroked the relief on the wall, her bare feet stepped in soft slippers.

It's only noon, and it's still early.

Her thoughts were disturbed, she couldn't sleep all day, and she didn't even know that she had lost a slipper.

One of the feet was ironed cold by the marble.

Standing in the hall, she slowly knelt down and hugged her knees, as if to hide herself.

I do not know how long it has been.

Behind her, Xerxes came through the long corridor.

She thought she would have to wait until the afternoon to meet Xerxes who woke up.

Atossa stood up and looked up.

The day was just half over when Xerxes pushed the coffin away.

He actually had a rare insomnia, but he doubted whether he had really slept.

Because everything in the "dream" is so real, so real at this moment, when he opens his eyes in the coffin, he is still more willing to believe that he has time-traveled.

Everything in the dream is real.

Xerxes had such a strong intuition.

Because he knew that Major General Latu was also in charge of the military department's Bloodline Transformation Laboratory.

The laboratory is conducting some human transformation experiments between humans and vampires. Of course, it is not the kind of terrorist organization that converts humans into vampires, but is trying to use human genes to improve the flaws of vampire genes that are sensitive to light.

Mino saved Admiral Latu, and Latu will definitely try to keep him alive.

Then, it is not difficult to understand where the blood power of Mino comes from.

It is not difficult to confirm whether all this is true.

Just look into whether Mino has a first-class meritorious service.

Because the first-class meritorious service of the military department will only be awarded to one type of person:

Knowing that performing such a task would result in death, choose to perform it anyway, and actually die.

He was wounded like that, as a human being, it was tantamount to death.

Xerxes felt depressed, and he wanted to smoke a cigar and have another glass of wine.

"Before he showed his innocent and kind side to you, he was already a dregs of society."

He still remembers telling him that.Just last night.

It's just a dream.

Xerxes tried to convince himself.

That hypocritical and contrived man and the little boy in the dream are two people at all.

But he knew in his heart that this was not true.

This is not the answer in his heart.

He saw him lying in blood like a rosebush, looking into his eyes, so wet, so painful, so much longing.

Such a serious injury, even for a vampire, would take several days to fully heal.

He knew what it was like to wait for the wound to heal when you were seriously injured.

Two years... To be more precise, it is more than a year and a half. It took such a long time to experience this kind of process. It is not a big deal to transform from a silly little boy into a mature and forbearing man. Strange thing.

But even so, it still can't conceal his foolish nature——

If he wasn't stupid, he wouldn't be overreaching and trying to challenge a bunch of vampires just for an innocent but strange girl.

Just like when he did not know how to save the vampire who would suck him dry at any time, it was ridiculous.

Xerxes stopped, and a white smoke rolled past his feet and gradually dissipated.

"Atossa."

He saw his betrothed standing in the white smoke of the rotunda as if in the sky.

Atossa stood there dumbfounded, and subconsciously turned around by holding the hem of her skirt when she heard the call. The hem of her skirt spread like a flower, causing the white smoke around her to rise and freeze in mid-air, lingering around her.

"I'm a little rabbit, a sad little rabbit."

She murmured in a low voice, as if she was still immersed in the memory, and she showed her fragility and helplessness for a moment, but she quickly recovered and looked at Xerxes with a smile on his face.

There was a bright pathos in that smile.

Fresh and pure, just like the rain just stopped in the morning.

Xerxes felt a sudden pain in his heart and couldn't help taking a step back.

He thought of the eyes on the blood-stained young face, looking at him with radiance without complaint or regret.

It was as if he firmly believed that it was worth giving his life for him.

He thought of the way he smiled and lowered his eyes when Atossa showed an irrepressible look of disappointment.

The deep sadness is like a wounded tree, oozing juice silently and condensing in the wind.

"Where did you go in those two years, why is there no news?"

He couldn't explain the problem to her, there was no way he could be honest with her, just because he didn't want to make her sad.

... He saw so clearly that his soul was as new as yesterday.