kill those singularities

The dim candle light illuminated the small space in the thatched cottage, and the faint light hit the long green hair of the person whose back was facing.

Conna lay on the bamboo board, and grabbed a small bottle out of boredom, "Enkidu, can this drink?"

The beautiful young man who couldn't tell the difference between male and female turned his head and took a look, then said softly: "No. That's blood, Kang Na is a good girl, don't touch it."

"Oh..." Kang Na put down the blood bottle obediently, and flicked her slender tail with the ball.She wasn't particularly hungry, and if it was blood, it was worse than Thor's tail.

However, there are such old blood bottles everywhere here, which is really curious.

Fufu nimbly jumped onto the table, tilted her head to observe Enkidu's busyness - those white and flawless hands shuttled among the letter paper, blood bottles and scrolls, Enkidu smiled slightly when he saw this, and folded the vase He handed a light blue flower to Fufu, "I'm sorry this is the only one here."

The little white beast looked at it cautiously for a while, probably because Enkidu had a really good smile, so she finally took a bite.

"Fu."

"If you are bored, let me tell you a story." He thought for a while.

Xiao BuDian sat up immediately after hearing the words, with big blue eyes, "What kind of story is it?"

Fufu jumped a few times, and jumped back into Kangna's arms with the flower in her mouth, rubbing against each other, as if sitting upright.

The green-haired young man glanced at the two little guys, and slightly curled his lips, "A...a story of hard work and sadness."

That's a story about healing.

At the beginning of the story, the cemetery explorers of Belkinworth College found ancient objects such as gold cups, holy grails, and a living ancient god in the underground palace of Sumer.The knowledge of the ancient gods is higher than human wisdom and can be used for academic research and exploration; while the blood of the ancient gods can cure any disease and enable human evolution.

So people brought the blood of the ancient gods into Yanan, established a healing church, and the residents began to receive "blood therapy" on a large scale.What they didn't know was that after the residents of Yanan received long-term blood therapy, they gradually synchronized with the spiritual frequency of the ancient god who provided the blood. Their minds were occupied and they fell into the dream of the ancient god.

Then it gradually turned into a beast and fell into madness.

The Church of Healing, who discovered all this, blocked Byergenworth, and wanted to give birth to new ancient gods by implanting 1/3 of the discovered umbilical cord into the human body for experimentation, to end the dreams of the old gods, and to save people from their dreams. rescued.And others—the Mansis sect who wanted to revive the ancient gods—built castles and decided to give birth to new ancient gods to replace the old ones who contributed blood, leading people into a new dream.

This is in the arms of the ancient gods.The ancient gods who have lost their god sons have always longed for fresh substitutes. They strengthen the connection with the world by giving humans wisdom, and finally come to reincarnation.

……

In fact, Enkidu never told anyone a story, and Gilgamesh didn't need this kind of bedtime service.

But looking at the two pairs of sparkling eyes, Enki felt a subtle sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

"Although it is better to tell stories to children, fairy tales are also a kind of fairy tales. The world of adults is so depressing." Enkidu sighed softly.

"I'm already a follower, so I can fully understand." Kang Na nodded pretending to be serious—although it could only cause laughter.

Fufu jumped on her head, and stuck the flower next to the pair of dragon horns with her mouth and claws.

"What happened later? Was the ancient god born?"

"Later... I don't know." Enkidu smiled.

Beauty is a privilege, especially a beauty with a very high affinity, a gentle smile, and a natural attribute of max.

And Enkidu, who was born as a clay figurine, has natural attributes and is very gentle, is especially popular with the dragon clan and familiars who are also of the nature department. After a short period of time, the two little guys have become very close to him.

Connor likes Enkidu's natural and gentle aura very much, which reminds her of her father and mother, and friends who always stay in the forest, such as the dragon clan Thor.

And those days when Wen Shuo and Robin Hood ran around in their arms, chopping corpses and slaying dragons, the vegetation in Skyrim Province was always very lush, even the high snow-covered peaks were mostly covered with silver clothes. The plain-covered thistles and pine trees never lack a strong natural flavor.When the snow fell, the master would always wrap the magic robe around her, ignoring the fact that she was much more resistant to cold than humans.

And when Siegfried led her around to buy candy...

Connor couldn't help but drop down.

"Homesick?" Enkidu keenly noticed her emotions.

The green-haired young man gently comforted her, stroking Kang Na's light purple hair and back, "It's okay, it will be over soon."

Under Enkidu's comfort, Kang Na, who had been moving around in snakeskin to avoid monsters, couldn't help falling asleep.

"You can't sleep now," the young man said with a slight smile, "We still have to find a way out."

"Go and find... the master." Xiaolongniang rubbed her eyes childishly.

"Yes, I really want to meet the master of Chaldea." Those blue eyes completed the crescent moon, picked up the little guy, and Fufu jumped onto his shoulder, "By the way, it's time for dreams woke up."

They walked out of the house, the wind rustled, and the huge lone wheel hung in the sky, shedding a faint moonlight.What no one noticed was that a trace of crimson quickly drifted across the clear and bright.

"I said, when will this be big?" With a sword splitting the blocker, the living corpse dressed as a cleric fell down, and Mordred scratched his head irritably with his sword on the ground, unable to bear it. Exploded foul language.

The archer swung down from the dead tree, glanced at the direction of investigation, "Go to the right and forward."

"you sure?"

"If you don't believe me, just throw the dice and decide." Green Tea lazily said.

"Tsk." Mordred still trusted his investigative ability, and rushed over there without saying a word.

"The first time I repaired the singularity, I got separated from the master. It's really bad... And it's still such a strange singularity. I don't know how it was formed." Complaining while overcoming obstacles, Mordred was a little Annoyed, she complained for a long time and found that the archer, who was always very good at responding, had no voice, and when she looked aside, she found that the man looked absent-minded.

"... At least you should pay attention to the pit in front!" She couldn't help but get mad.

"Ah, yes." Those drooping eyes glanced perfunctorily.

"Bird walker, let me tell you, if you lose your mind again, you will be expelled from the UK!"

It is rare for a tomboy to have a cross on his forehead.

This guy...although he is reliable, but what's the matter with this inexplicable fugue?Didn't wake up?Haven't heard of a night debuff servant?

Too lazy to talk nonsense, Mordred cheered up and looked forward. She could feel the clear magic reaction in the place covered by the entangled bushes like a horned dragon, and she slammed over with a loud shout.

"Yeah—?"

A cannonball collided with it vigorously.

After the smoke cleared, the two looked at each other and found that it was a modified cannon...?

At the filling place of the cannon muzzle is the little dragon girl standing on tiptoe, and Fufu jumping around.Mordred had just bared his teeth, and was about to say hello happily, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of green lightly flashing towards Connor.

Her pupils shrank, her gaze was as cold as ice for an instant, and she raised her big sword with a flip of her wrist.

"Ahhh, put the cub down!" Mordred slammed it very roughly.

Although she is also a cub herself, in her eyes, Fufu and Kang Na are weak and petite cubs who need to work hard to protect, and belong to the kind that will be abducted by human traffickers if they are not careful.

—Like the one with the green hair.

Robin Hood was a step too late, seeing his forehead twitch, and before he could stop Mordred, he could only take advantage of the situation and stretch out a branch to push the cannon cart.

"boom--"

This time, the cannon exploded, bursting out a brilliant spark.

Enkidu floated aside with Kangna in his arms, and shook his head, "Kangna, is this your friend?"

Connor nodded and waved her paw, "Maude!"

After a brief exchange, Mordred temporarily believed in Enkidu.

"So why do you know so much?" she asked bluntly, putting her sword on her shoulder armor.

Enkidu smiled faintly, "Well... I woke up in the underground palace of Sumer, and I should have seen more truths than you."

underground palace?What is that?

The rebellious knight stared at Enkidu for a while, and her ancestral intuition made her feel that the heroic spirit in front of her was hiding some key information, which was quite suspicious.However, Enkidu was very calm, maintaining a faint smile, calm and composed.

... Damn, this kind of person is also super difficult to deal with!

The mysteries piled up and the headache grew, so Mordred turned to the archer, "Did you get through the—hello, hi? Robin!"

"I said, what's the matter with you? You've been distracted so many times." The blond Saber withdrew her hand and asked suspiciously. Although the green archers usually act lazy and decadent, they always Keen and cautious, he usually reacts very quickly, and there is no time when he is slow.

"It's nothing." Green Tea dragged out her tune, and waved her hands perfunctorily, quite helplessly.

In order to divert everyone's attention, he pointed to the sky, "Look, isn't the moon in the sky turning red?"

"It's really a little bit, when did this happen?"

Seeing that Mordred had finally let him go, Bowman heaved a sigh of relief, and then pressed the space between his eyebrows wearily.

Before meeting Mordred, he had a dream.

It stands to reason that a follower will generally not dream of the life of the master, even if it is remembered, only the master will enter the dream of the follower.

But Robin Hood is very sure that that is the past of his own master, and there will be no one else besides this.

As a result, the violent negative emotions in the dream, like a mountain torrent bursting a bank, washed over his heart for a long time, and he has not recovered until now.

What this emotion is, I can't say.It's just that in the dream, although it is strong, it is also really complicated.

Speaking to Robin Hood, it is like overturning the sour, strong, and choking seasoning when cooking a full banquet, and then breaking the hole with a sizzling sound. A small part dug tightly to the bottom and softest piece, embedded deeply.

Then I really experienced a certain kind of sadness and bitterness.

——That must be the mood of the protagonist at that time.

he thinks.

……

The light rain kept falling, hitting the eaves of the blue tiles, and the water droplets fell down along the pillars and eaves of the tiles, converging into shallow streams.

In the light white mist, a small red umbrella is gradually approaching. Under the umbrella is a cute little girl, wearing a snow-white jacket for autumn and winter, wearing a snow-white plush scarf, and wearing black boots. .

Like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

That is to say, from here, he slowly and slowly shifted his perspective, saw this unprecedented scenery, and the memories that troubled him also slowly kicked off.

The bluestone road at the foot, the fragrance of laurel around, the green tiles and vermilion walls not far away, and the faint cornices and carved beams.

And a man in a black jacket came into view.

Who is that?

The little girl holding an umbrella stood beside a laurel tree, staring at him through the drizzle without blinking.

The man was just a very ordinary man, without an umbrella, with an unshaven beard on his exposed side face, black clothes and black trousers, leather shoes polished by the rain, but the trouser legs were splashed with mud.

He was talking to a young man in flamboyant clothes, and his back was slightly bent unconsciously.

He is quite good-looking, Bow Bing judged after taking a closer look.And if you look carefully, you will find that the outlines and facial features of the two men are quite similar to Wen Shuo.

Two men stood together, one holding an umbrella and the other drenched in the rain.Kuo Shao said with a smile on his face, and took out a folded paper from his bosom with his empty hand, and handed it over casually.

He took the paper awkwardly, unfolded it, looked at it through the rain for a moment, and then folded the paper again with shaking hands.

The hands trembled slightly, and the paper accidentally slipped out from between the fingers. The man hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but the muddy water was rubbed on his hand again.

He finally picked up the piece of paper, and held it tightly in his hand, making a mark.

Kuo Shao lowered the brim of his hat to cover his tightly pursed lips, and strode away with an umbrella.

Before leaving, the young man glanced here inadvertently, and raised an ironic and slightly cold smile to the archer.

The archer had no time to look at him, his pupils only reflected the trembling hands, and when the man turned around and saw this direction, he subconsciously rubbed the muddy water on his hands on his pants.

——At that very moment, that intense emotion finally erupted like a tsunami, ruthlessly impacting the dreaming soul, thousands of voices galloping noisily in the mind.

It was like... the silent wailing of a god of faith who was cast into hell.

Something snapped in my mind.

The extremely strong and complicated emotions for a while made the archer shiver.

He didn't know what expression was on "my" face now, and he couldn't see the look in those eyes, but he could hear a strong roar in a trance.

——It shouldn't be like this.

Said the sour and bitter voice that seemed to be dripping juice.

——Why did it become like this.

... In the past, he should have been a proud and unrestrained man, with confidence and arrogance in those bright eyes.It's just that the years have made him peel off the skin, grind the bones, and cut off the edges and corners, so that the human body is broken and then kicked into the pit of fate.

The little girl with the red umbrella ran over and raised the umbrella over her head vigorously, trying to cover both of them, but failed: the small umbrella was far from covering a grown man and a little girl, and it tilted The umbrella either poured the pattering rain on her shoulders, arms and head, or soaked the man's neck and face.

So she simply put away the umbrella, exposing herself to the increasing rain, raised her head hard, and looked at the man with a sullen face.

"■■■," she said.

The archer also raised his head, his throat trembling violently, but he could only see his unshaven chin.

The man immediately wanted to take off his coat and put it on the little girl, but she held her hand tightly.

His body froze.After a long and short silence, separated by the hazy rain, the two moved at the same time.

The man raised his right hand hesitantly, his hand trembling slightly.After a while, he finally put his palm on the top of the little girl's head, gently stroking the soft hair through the wet rain.

As if it was a signal, the girl rubbed the rough palm imperceptibly, and tightly grasped the hem of the man's black leather jacket, just like he had grasped the piece of paper before.Then the other hand held his left hand tightly, so hard that it also made a mark, as if this would make that hand as stable as it was back then.

He lowered his head, his lips moving silently.

What kind of look is that?

Like a gentle but scarred starry sky, it gradually lost the power to burn and rotate.

In this starry sky, there are humbleness, loneliness, unwillingness, and exhaustion.There is only a small corner burning with a little burning vitality.

It's just that the light of the fire was about to go out under the raging rain.

Finally, he narrowed his eyes, tried his best to raise a bubbly smile, and solemnly and carefully gave the girl a cold hug.

"Xiao Shuo, in the future, don't be like me..."

"Xiao Shuo..."

That was probably the only vague but complete sentence Robin Hood heard.

Through the eyes of the little girl, he watched the unrefined and vicissitudes of the man's back disappear into the increasingly dense rain curtain.

I don't want to blink for a moment, and I don't want to look back for a moment.

My eyes also became blurred, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or belated tears.

——The last scene in my memory is that he turned around, and what he saw was a cold and thick red wall.

Close at hand, but as if far away in the world.

The author has something to say: Swimsuits are finally available!The beautiful and freezing autumn swimming is about to start, everyone can produce the swimsuit they want~!

Gearing up and waiting for the second period...

Speaking of a lot of things recently, the same is true for National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival, so the update will randomly drop in the next three weeks _(:з」∠)_, so I can’t maintain the current rhythm of almost every other day... (But it may also be connected I'm sorry for the two-day update, I'll show my love to the cuties =3=

Thank you little angel krusky for the grenade XD Thank you for seeing every little angel here~

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