Boyfriend came back from infinite flow

I do what I say.

Because of crying all the time, his voice became hoarse.Those black-haired and black-eyed teenagers noticed it, brought it up, and treated him with magic.But he refused, saying not to waste magic in unnecessary places.

Those teenagers left, discussing, saying, "It's more meaningful to heal the priest than to heal other people, isn't it?"

"How long can the priest last like this?"

"Someone used dark magic in the royal court that day. It should be someone recruited by the old noble's army..."

"It may also be a demon crawling out of the abyss."

I couldn't help but listen to this.

When I turned around and saw him, he was just as naive as before, wanting me to hear him finish his speech.

Of course I refuse.Now he just needs to cry well.

To me, he really only has a little use for me to have fun.

But this time, he was also different from before.

While crying, intermittently, he said that he had guessed about my origin.

When I heard this, I finally stopped and asked him, "Tell me carefully?"

But he was even more sad-I stopped at a bad time, he was only a little bit short, but I didn't want him to get it.

It took him a while before he could speak.

He said, "I've read some ancient books." His voice was fairly steady, "It mentions..."

I interrupted him and said, "How do you 'see'?"

He was silent.

I was amazed, "You really spare no effort to find death."

If he wants to regain his sight temporarily, he needs to use magic.

But he is already like this.Use magic once more, and the time of death will be closer again.

After a while, he spoke again and said, "It is mentioned that 1 years ago, the gods had not yet fallen. The god of all gods made a magic box, and put all the darkness in the world in the box."

I interrupted him and said, "You mean, I'm the box?"

He shook his head.

I could tell that every time I interrupted him, he was working harder.

But I don't care.

Only when he is unhappy can I be happy.

He took another breath and continued: "This is just a story. But, I thought, maybe 'all the darkness in the world' can indeed become a life with a unified will..."

When he said a word, he had to stop and rest for a while.

I reconsider: Although I really want to torment him a little more, what he said is indeed a matter of great concern to me.So at this moment, can I let him go temporarily?

This is definitely not because of caring about him, just for my consideration.

I stopped talking, and he continued: "Many years ago, a priest discovered the relationship between that cave and the gray mist that appeared on people. He realized that as long as those people with gray mist appearing on their bodies were locked in the cave, they would be A lot of accidents can be avoided.

"This discovery has become a tradition and has been passed down to this day. But I discovered that people with gray fog on their bodies do not necessarily hurt others...

"You told me that everyone has that kind of gray fog. I was thinking, maybe the 'grey fog' does represent something. Greed, selfishness, malice. Nothing wrong, human beings are always like this."

I laughed "chih".

I was going to say: You finally realize that killing me won't do anything, right?

But he actually said: "However, even if they have these thoughts, they don't necessarily want to do anything."

My complexion sank, and I looked at him uncertainly.

He said: "If you put them in an extreme, specific environment, they can indeed become real demons. But why put them in that environment? If -- ahem, ahem..."

He spoke faster and faster, and eventually, he started coughing.

He covered his mouth, the smell of laurel in the air was more bloody.

He coughed so loudly and painfully, as if he wanted to cough up all his internal organs.

When he put his hand down, I looked at the thin, bloody flesh film on his palm.

He asked others in advance not to come no matter what they heard.Right now, it's just me and him.

And he was dying.

Closer to death than ever before.

When he coughed, I sat beside him.I watched him tear his heart and lungs, and watched him suffer terribly.Until the end, he let out a "wow" and vomited a mouthful of blood...

He passed out in the pool of blood.

Bright red blood stained his hair, his cheeks, and his clothes.

His breathing was so weak.

I looked at it for a long time and thought it was good.

But he was in a coma, and his mouth moved, as if he wanted to speak again even if he passed out.

I hesitated for a moment, finally bent down and listened to what he said.

But I heard nothing.

This gave me an excuse: I wondered what else he had to say.In this case, let him live for two more days.

The door of the room opened, and someone passed by and saw him lying in a pool of blood.

They panicked and healed him with light magic.

I sat on the laurel tree in the yard and watched the moon rise and set.

He never woke up.

I heard cries and more evil thoughts.The cry was different from his, but the evil thought was familiar.As long as I sit here, I can continue to draw strength and grow myself.

Laurel exudes a faint fragrance.

I turned my head and looked in the direction of the mountain.

Although I wear the skin of a human being, I am still the monster that walked out of the cave in my bones.I can see far, far away, there is a rabbit running in the mountains and forests.It bit a lily of the valley, passed the grass, passed the bushes.

The moonlight shines on the little animal.

There was a soft groan in the room.

I belatedly realized: this is the fifth day.

He woke up, and the young man guarding him was full of surprises. He supported him and called, "Priest! You're finally awake, come and eat something."

He ate a little.Just "a little" really, even the squirrels sleeping in the laurel ate more.I finally understood how he could be so thin.

When eating, his mind is always distracted.The boy found out and asked him, "Priest, are you looking for something?"

He raised his brows a little and shook his head slowly.

I saw it and wanted to sneer again.

After a while, he put down the food.

The young man was worried and said, "Priest, you should eat more!"

He just said no.

I thought to myself, this is probably part of his courting death.

He quickly let the teenager go.The boy still had a lot of worries, but he had to listen to him.

Although he no longer has any magic, he still maintains his position among this group of teenagers.

The boy left and closed the door.

He was sitting on the bed with his hair loose and piled on the couch.

I sat beside him and said, "Do you know that there are many of them who want you to die quickly?"

His eyelids fluttered and he said, "Yeah."

I said, "What the hell are you doing?"

"In order to ... save more people from suffering," he said.

I said, "So, if I die, you can die too?"

He actually smiled and said, "Yes."

I was obviously mocking, but he reacted like this.

I was sulking and stopped talking.

After a long, long time, he actually spoke again and asked me, "Are you still there?"

I ignore him.

He didn't seem to care whether I responded or not, and said to himself, "I had a dream before."

I give him a little look.

He smiled and said: "I dreamed about the past. I went up the mountain, very anxious, and wanted to see you soon. I know you... It's weird, but I don't care. Walking like this, my feet are empty , fell down."

I thought to myself, when did you "step on the air"?When did I fail to catch you?

Even when you went down the cave for the first time, I gave you a hand, right?

But he said: "I kept, kept falling, and it was pitch black all around."

I thought to myself: nonsense.

He said: "At this time, I suddenly realized that you are no longer here, and there will be nothing to catch me."

I thought to myself: So you still...

"After thinking about that, I fell to the bottom of the hole," he said.

I am silent.

He smiled and said: "I fell in a mess, my body was completely broken, bones were everywhere, blood was everywhere."

I finally said, "Shut up."

Sure enough, he closed his mouth and looked at me with a smile.

Seeing him like this, I suspected that he made up a "dream" to deceive me.

He couldn't see me, but he could guess what I was thinking, and said, "I'm not lying to you. Really, my soul floated up to the body, and looked at the corpse below. The corpse was lying there, because in the cave There's nothing there, so it takes a long time for it to rot."

I don't speak.

After a while he said, "I thought you'd be pleased if I told you this."

I couldn't believe it, and finally said: "Happy? What am I happy about?"

He said softly: "I fell to my death, aren't you happy?"

I:"……"

I already knew that I couldn't understand him.

But I never thought that I could be so incomprehensible to him.

Because of my attitude, he stopped talking again.

He sat there, the thin moonlight fell from the window and shone on him.

His hair is so long, like a cloud.Because of the moonlight, there are water-like shadows on it.

The fragrance of laurel flowers floats faintly between my nostrils. I look at his eyebrows, his nose bridge, his lips... and then down, the beautifully shaped neck, thin shoulders, and fair chest, gradually dry mouth.

I feel like I'm crazy.Otherwise, how can you say: "I saw a rabbit just now."

His eyelids trembled, and doubts appeared in his dull eyes.

I said, "That rabbit is biting a lily of the valley."

Hearing this, he gave a soft "ah".

I saw that the tips of his ears turned red, and his body was also reddish.

He asked me: "Then we..."

Before he finished speaking, he was already pushed down and onto the bed by the darkness.

The window was closed, shutting out the moonlight and the laurel tree together.

The author has something to say: See you tomorrow.