[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

She moves lightly like a graceful cat.

I remember that someone described her like this before, and the ambiguous, kind, appreciative, insulting and malicious names have never stopped.She still remembers being called a vase, but after the action scene where there was no substitute and no sling was broadcast, everyone found that she was the superstar that really deserved it.

More than half of the newspapers on the street printed news that belonged to her alone, and those words of praise piled up together, but they seemed like an untouchable mirage.At least Sharon Wynyard won't be happy about it, no matter what the outside world thinks about her personality and acting skills.

Kuroba Robichi and Kudo Yukiko are similar to her, but they are completely different in essence.

She often thinks about her own existence and those obscure things. No matter how she discusses those things that cannot be answered, time only passes in a flash.Actress Sharon Wynyard realized that her beauty was just a gleam in the gap, and sooner or later she would usher in inevitable decline. This stage will be reserved for more human beings, who come from the future.

rather than the present, which will eventually fade away.

She is a witch with a thousand faces and an immortal witch. She should have sealed all her memories in a secret lock box.However, for some reason, Belmode suddenly thought of many scenery that he would never recall on weekdays.She remembered the cascading crystal lamps hanging high on the dome, and the warm light hurt the eyes of all the audience. She stood on the stage with a height of more than one meter and looked down at them.

Like looking down on ants, their faces are completely blank.The female star felt in a trance that their cheers were like a wave, pushing her in an unpredictable direction.

In this noisy ocean, for the first time, she heard the greeting of an ordinary human clearly:

"My first meeting, Ms. Wynyard, you are more beautiful than I imagined—and more lonely."

The strange man lowered his voice, as if he was saddened by this fact.

So the witch's first impression of him was strange.

Unbelievably, his face was not blank, and the features were arranged neatly on it, separated by a hazy veil, the man reminded her involuntarily of the story of the Phantom of the Opera.Although she is a mystic, the strange man's mystery is even better, and her curiosity is quickly aroused.

He often appears, even for ordinary human beings, it is enough to be remembered.

Actresses sometimes receive bouquets of flowers from him, accompanied by a dew-stained white postcard.They would sit in an empty theater and watch the latest movie until the name of Sharon Wynyard rolled over the screen. The man praised her excellent acting skills in gentle and gorgeous words, and Sharon laughed suddenly:

"Are we dating?"

"No." The man stared at her. "That would be too rude. I really appreciate you, Ms. Wynyard."

She was stunned for a moment, her red lips curled into a perfect arc.Compared with a careful underground love affair, the days with this man are more like communicating with friends, and it is rare for her to feel relieved.They both cherish the secret of the moment, Sharon Wynyard never asks about his occupation, and why he can avoid the eyes of everyone else again and again; men always deliberately ignore her sorrow, and women's secrets should be hidden deep in their hearts , on this point they are unexpectedly on the same front.

Until one day, the man brought a fragrant bouquet to the theater for the first time, and the actress took the bouquet of pure lilies and smiled self-deprecatingly.At that time, her name was hanging on the front page of the newspaper, and the words from critics who had never met before were integrated to jointly describe the argument that Sharon Wynyard was no longer suitable for this era.

They tore apart every scene in the movie, recorded her unqualified makeup and slow movements, and showed it to the world.

The man shook his head calmly: "I still admire you. No matter how the outside world criticizes me, my heart for you will never change."

"It's as if you really know me very well." The woman browsed through each word with a smile, with a lonely look on her brows, "What they said is not unreasonable, maybe the young people who are more suitable for the stage will be those young people, I didn't expect me It’s a strange experience to grow old too.”

"Of course I know you well, Ms. Wynyard. With your talents, how can you leave the stage like this stupid fellow said?"

The man seemed to be a little excited suddenly, and he clasped his hands, as if it was his own name that was insulted.

His voice became low: "Have you...ever been afraid of anything? When you wake up from a dream, you will think of the thing you fear the most."

"Pfft." Sharon's mood improved a bit with his pretentious remarks, and she stretched out her ten fingers painted with golden-red nail polish, "Then probably all actresses will worry about this, we will leave the stage after all, just like flowers It is inevitable that it will wither eventually. In your opinion, this must be an incomprehensible sorrow, right?"

The man denied her question, his voice became soft and deep, as if he was tempting the ignorant to enter the new world: "No, like you, I am also worried about this matter. Humans will die eventually, what a matter What an unreasonable thing—especially for a lady like you, time shouldn't deprive you of your beauty, it's too cruel."

"Thank you for your comfort."

For the first time, the actress showed a tired look in front of him.The man looked at her as if he saw a crack suddenly appeared in a perfect handicraft, and there was a fiery love and a strong sense of identity hidden in his pupils.

He took a deep breath, organized his words, and stretched out his right hand in a white glove to her in his mind:

"So, do you—do you wish to live forever?"

Belmode suddenly fell into thought. Witches seldom doubted themselves, but things had come to this point, and it would not be too bad to be confused for a few minutes.

How on earth did she answer?

If she had to overthrow everything and start over, would she still answer like this?

"Oh, it's rare to see a witch look so distressed. I'm sorry for making you do such a troublesome thing." Someone broke the silence with a smile. The disgusting noise came from the stairs. She turned her head suddenly and found Kusanagi Lianzheng was leaning against the railing, looking down at her from a height.

The man curled his long blue hair with his index finger, and sighed leisurely: "Well, I don't expect you to be happy, after all, the camp of the wicked is destined to be wiped out, so staying with me must be a headache. If you want to betray me, you can submit your resignation letter early, remember to submit it in the morning, and the afternoon is not working time."

It was the first time Belmode met such a troublesome boss, who was more willful than a child and crueler than a human.She looked away with a headache, and simply didn't look at him: "Anyway, you didn't want to keep any subordinates."

Most of the researchers who were willing to follow him until the end were used as experimental materials after completing the task, and the rest felt threatened by death and had to continue their own data.Kusanagi used lies to deceive them, and finally took their lives as a play.

"Bingo!" Kusanagi made a triumphant gesture, "I was discovered by you."

Fewer and fewer people stayed in the stronghold, the empty hall and the endless white paper lights almost burned her eyes, and it was difficult to see humans who were not walking dead.Under such a depressing environment, Belmode was surprised that she could still maintain herself. She asked suddenly: "I have already passed that matter to your target, where is your exchange?"

"You can simply ask me where he is."

Kusanagi Refined laughed happily. He jumped down from the one-meter-high ladder and approached Belmode, with obvious malice in his eyes: "Do you think I am the one who will keep the promise? Well, well, what a coincidence, this This time I decided to help you! I am not the kind of person who can beat mandarin ducks, so thank me as much as possible, I am very interested in your love, so interested that I want to dissect this feeling on the spot."

He muttered something in a low voice, and Belmode didn't have the energy to listen.

"Do you know?" He tilted his head, "Some human beings described to me the grand plan of immortality. He is too greedy and wants to get an immortal body. Because he is too greedy, I decided to agree to this request and use my His lifelong knowledge assisted him and even completed many human trials—one day, I gave him a drug with no known side effects, but he didn’t take it, and the drug was given to someone else.”

"So you have become an immortal witch." Kusanagi Refined shook his fingers, as if he also felt that doing so was too boring, "It is really intriguing to think about what kind of feelings he gave you the incomplete product. "

As he spoke, he shrugged his shoulders, returning to that look of letting go of everything.

"You still talk so much."

A clear male voice stopped him.

I don't know when it started, there was an extra person on the wide mosaic table.The young man held the samurai/soldier/knife and sat on it naturally, as if he should have come here in the first place.Belmode thought for a moment that he was pure white, but when he took a closer look, from hair to clothing, he could almost be called a synonym for pure black.

There is no one more suitable for pitch black than him, and no one more suitable for pure white.

"Tsuramaru-kun, long time no see, the things you told me are already in progress." Kusanagi narrowed his eyes, "Well, soon you will be able to meet the most important - cute - human beings, I am wronged Go ahead and wait. Ah, take this lady to that gentleman's room, they need to talk."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's blood-red pupils stared at him for a while before agreeing: "Got it."

He walked towards the unlit corridor without looking back, and he didn't seem to have the intention of waiting for Belmode.The Witch with Thousand Faces glanced at Kusanagi Ren's expression one last time, that young but not his face still had a happy expression.

A murmur disappeared in the empty hall.

"Will he like my gift?"

He suddenly showed an extremely twisted smile.

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It is a pair of BG with a lot of private elements! (Top lid)