kill those singularities

remember what?

what can i remember

A tall and thin figure suddenly flashed in Caesar's mind, faintly like the faint fragrance left in front of the window lattice.

"What are you doing? Fighting? Someone speaks out?" At this moment, Professor Schneider suddenly pushed the door in, and the sharp sword in front of him made him frown.

"Discussion."

"Competition."

The two said at the same time, their eyes didn't move a bit, and their murderous hands were still resting on each other's vital points.

"What's the matter?" Professor Schneider reprimanded, "It's not the first time you've been on a mission on a ship. Are you still fighting among yourself like elementary school students? This place is on the sea!...and you." The professor's eyes caught I didn't know when it moved to Fingel who was by the door.

Fingel was hugging the doorpost with a lobster in his mouth, and he seemed to be about to flee across the door. Seeing that Caesar and the professor were looking over, he quickly raised his oily hands in a gesture of surrender, "I'm innocent, I'm innocent Yes, I'm about to report to you that these two are playing with fire, and they definitely didn't take part in any bad fights." He looked like a villain with a clear line.

The veins on Caesar's forehead twitched suddenly, and he suddenly had the illusion that the team was not easy to lead. He suddenly missed Lu Mingfei, at least that guy pointed east and west, how could there be so many moths.

Fingel grabbed a greasy chicken leg and approached Professor Schneider, and said courteously: "Leave them alone, they are endocrine disorders in adolescence. Are you always taking a bite?"

Professor Schneider silently pushed away the chicken leg and Finger's big face, scanned the room with sharp eyes, and issued an ultimatum, "I don't care about any minor conflicts between you, discipline is the first priority, and this place will be cleaned up within 10 minutes. Don't let me notice any more movement. Caesar, you are the captain and you have to take full responsibility."

Caesar nodded silently.

Nodding and bowing to send people away, Senior Brother Baigou happily closed the door.

As soon as the door was closed, the blizzard was ready to move again.

Caesar's gentlemanly demeanor determined that he would not do it directly when there are girls around, so he just said in a deep voice: "I can only think that if you continue to mess around, this mission is unnecessary, I will apply to the school to send you Call back. Count to three, you two stop me."

"Brother Dashi." Wen Shuo said flatly.

"Bang!" Caesar fell without warning, and as he fell to the ground, the figure of Fingel holding a brick caught Abbas's eyes out of the corner of his eye.

Abbas couldn't help but froze.

Where did that brick come from?Wait, when did Fingal get behind Caesar?

He frowned, "You guys... what kind of routine is this?" His heart moved, "Like Lu Mingfei as a traitor and tied people up?"

"Traitor? Maybe." Wen Shuo was noncommittal, "I just suddenly decided to change something, because I don't want to see some people's black and white photos hanging on the wall of the school's Hall of Valor, and what I can do Just buy a bouquet of flowers and put them in front of him when you are free. And - try your reality."

Abbas realized some subtle things, before he had time to think about it, he took a deep breath and became vigilant, "So Fingel?"

"This is just a deal, we are plastic comrades." Fingel shrugged, and he firmly tied up the unconscious Caesar and tied a knot.At this time, the German straightened his back that had been slightly bent all along, and his temperament became deep, unexpectedly fitting his own image in the yy novel "Legend of the Dragon Slaying the East" that he serialized on the forum.

For the first time, there was no chatter, but he whistled, and then threw the tied-up Caesar out of the conference room.

"Don't worry, I never kill my colleagues."

A bronze color appeared on Fingel's body surface.

Abbas tensed his arms.

"...I can't figure out why you use this method." If you just want to stimulate Caesar.

It is impossible for a person to want to kill another person for no reason, and Wen Shuo's behavior seems to be driving him into a corner.

—she wanted him dead.

But Abbas looked into Wen Shuo's eyes and had to admit that he couldn't do anything.

Are those memories fake?Bitterness spread in the man's mouth.

"It would be great if you were just Abdullah Abbas. But you told me that your speech spirit is the unique Indra." Wen Shuo said softly.

Her eyes gradually turned golden, and intense thunder shone over her face. Her face and lips trembled in blue-purple, and scorched marks appeared on her exposed skin. Those murderous eyes were dead. Staring deadly at the dark-skinned man.

"Just because of this?!" Abbas roared in disbelief and anger, his emotions were involuntarily intense.

"It's because you didn't pay attention to what happened to yourself and everything here!" The edge of the dagger scratched the skin on the neck, but the dazzling scarlet was directly ionized, shining together with the dust in the air, Mixed into the powder floating around.

Abbas's eyes were blue and white like electric light, more eye-catching than gold. His breath brought up a storm, and a very dazzling electric current flowed all over his body. Fine and dense black scales grew on his wrist, and his fist hit Wen Shuo. On the transparent enchantment on the chest.

They are like sculptures in thunder and blizzards, slender arcs scurrying in this small space, the steel knife-like storm tore apart everything except people, and the cold blue flame gradually burned.

The sculptures are entangled with each other, like a golden weapon being tempered.

There seemed to be an explosion outside.

"I have heard and seen how Indra was used by someone. It is beautiful and terrifying, like a soul imprisoned in the depths of the sea pouring out the ancient anger... But that person is not you."

"Not you, Abbas!"

……

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Is there a person in your life who has cuddled with you and licked each other on the cold throne for a long time?

Have you ever held someone's hand through the rugged wilderness, across the barren mountaintops, and away from home?

The boy sat alone on the bench outside the orphanage, feeling as if he had forgotten something.

what is that?He shook his head against the night sky.He has nothing but himself, nothing else.

Tomorrow is the day to leave the orphanage, so thinking about it, the life trajectory of the other seven brothers and sisters will be very different.Go from the cold Russia to the hot Middle East, change from one life to another, and start a new life.

The person who adopted him is said to be a nobleman in the Middle East. In the future, he will live a life like an emperor and inherit the family business like a royal family.

If it were someone else, he would probably jump up happily, but there was no fluctuation in his heart, and there was even a touch of panic.

Nobles, it is said that they will be bound by various rules and regulations, and they can't help but do many things they don't like.If he becomes someone else's child, he too will leave behind his past and live as Abdullah Abbas from now on.

Even so... there might be nothing wrong with that.

So who were you before you were Abdullah Abbas?

As if someone asked in his heart.

Who was he before he became Abbas?

The young man paused, as if he had never thought about this question before, a trace of bewilderment flashed across his pupils.He lowered his head and began to think under the moonlight, but his eyes swayed like water waves.

He left Russia's Black Swan Harbor and came to a new home where he could raise dinosaurs.

Later, standing by the burning building, he was told that seven of his siblings had murdered the old dean.

With the guilt and annoyance of not being able to redeem and save anything, he embarked on the journey of doing good deeds and practicing.

Later, he was standing in a dragon-slaying school with a knife in his hand, opposite a golden-haired young man holding a desert/sand/eagle.

"Very well, I approve of you, and report your name." The golden retriever named Caesar in memory said proudly.Behind Caesar is the student union's group of beautiful girls in white skirts. Compared with Caesar's ostentation, he, a nobleman from the Middle East, seems fake.

The young man met the other party's provocative gaze, calmly but full of momentum.

"My name is Ah..."

He suddenly couldn't speak.

The young man could not say his name, because an inner voice retorted loudly and loudly that it was not true.

If none of this is true, then what is true?

Cassel dispersed like a cloud of smoke.

He stood there alone, feeling lost.

A pair of golden eyes appeared in front of him, and the owner of the eyes floated around him in an extremely shocking way.

"I see, that's how it is... Do you think about your Russian name first? You had it when you were a child." Eyes said, "I just suspected at first, that everyone's memory has been modified by some kind of language, even yours. The memory has also been modified. But once I have this kind of thought, it's quite sad now."

Why?Why are you sad?

"Hey, you are so shaken, don't you feel a kind of indescribable sadness?... Forget it, let's pretend it's not there." The golden eyes floated over, blinked, and gathered phantoms, "You still Remember Senior Sister Xia Mi? Wasn’t Senior Sister Xia Mi also a young, invincible and lovely girl before she became the Dragon King Yemengade?”

Xia Mi...

"I heard that Norton, the Dragon King, was a famous hero before he awakened!" The golden eyes turned around regretfully, "They completely abandoned their short human life after remembering who they are. If even the real past They can be discarded at will, let alone modified ones, so isn’t the previous life just like a joke?”

He was silent.

Something in my mind is faltering, and something is about to come out.

No joke, he said.Struggling to live with the goal of being a good person, I did, and it was worth living like this.

Those eyes dimmed a little.

"Well, you are such a person..."

"Memory is also a part of life. If you think it is true, then it is true...but ah..." the voice of the eyes sank, "Although it is cruel, we must always accept the reality."

In your long life that is almost forgotten by everyone, you always have your own unique things.

You can forget who is the person who has kept you warm with each other for thousands of years, you can forget the vows you once made and the fragmented dreams torn by the spinning thread of fate.

You can forget the color of the sky, the thickness of the earth, the fragrance of the wind.

But the only thing you can't forget is your own truth.

Just like the abandoned clan will raise the battle flag and return to their hometown one day, the king will wake up from his long sleep one day.

No matter who you are.

and so.

Abbas.

and so--

"Those forgotten and distorted facts, do you really not remember at all?"

The picture in front of me is gradually peeling off, just like the Shiva Karma Dance that Fenrir, who swallowed Shami, no, swallowed Jormungandr, danced with all his strength in the Nibelungen of the Beijing subway, everyone, All the pictures began to burn, turning into the ashes after the sunset.

The voice in the void became depressed, mixed with deep helplessness and a bit of ferocity, "I don't know if I did the right thing, if I really wake up a dragon king, and can still confuse the real Indra to me The Dragon King on his face... oh cough cough..."

The grand thunder and lightning beams are like a tribute to the century, and the blazing light smears the whole world.

"But this world is too strange. If possible, I still hope that you can remember something about this key point...anything is fine."

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--

It seemed to be shaking from the deepest part of the ocean.

A long, eerie roar echoed across the Arctic Ocean.

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