Did the lord get rid of poverty and become rich today?

This was the worst birthday Joyce Stuart and Joe had together, bar none.

At least when Joe stood on the edge of the cliff and could only see nearly two-thirds of the manor that had been washed away, and the flooded farmland that would soon be harvested, he felt so distressed that his whole heart was bleeding.

Fortunately, everyone is alive.

The one who was most seriously injured was probably Miss Marsh Ghost, who almost turned into grilled fish in order to inform them.

That's why when Joe saw his head burnt by the electric current, gnawed on half a pancake with a black face, and smiled innocently at him showing a mouthful of fine white teeth, he wanted to cry for a moment.

Joe ascribed this emotion to the peculiar sensibility of a dying man, and refused to admit that it was his own low tears.

Facing the glaring eleven hours in the status bar, Qiao just wanted to throw an emoji at the system: [I can't laugh.jpg.] "You..."

Qiao wanted to ask Miss Marsh Ghost why she did that, but she swallowed it when she reached her mouth. Finally, she reached out and patted her on the head, and said solemnly, "...Thank you."

The swamp ghost shook his head, biting a pancake in his mouth, he mumbled, "You guys, I'll give you something to eat. You guys are good people."

As he spoke, he showed a big smiling face, his eyes sparkling: "Hey, pancakes, delicious."

Joe rubbed his eyes.

Hey, silly girl.

In this sudden disaster, perhaps the only thing that gave Qiao Yi some comfort was that the industrial area and farming area were located on a slightly higher terrain, and the losses suffered were not too serious.

He believes that even if he is gone, the people and elves can still run the factory well.

When he called the heads of the various factories into the shed, and carefully instructed the way to go in the future as if explaining the funeral, the smarter leaders finally realized that something was wrong.

What is the price to be paid to save so many lives from the raging flood?

No one dared to ask.

They just kept busy again in the heavy rain that never stopped for a moment.

Obviously, the citizens of Stormland do not intend to give up holding the coming-of-age ceremony that should have belonged to Qiao Yi today.

Their lord has just turned 18, and the most important coming-of-age ceremony in his life has not yet been held.

How can this work?

According to the ancient legend of Stuart, after the death of an adult clan member who has not held a coming-of-age ceremony, his soul will not find his way home.

Then the dwarves came and joined the busy procession of the lords.

The elves also came, and the paper crane sent by Qiao Yi delivered the news in time, saving more than half of the elves in Baixi Valley.

They also saw the southern refugees who had been rescued a few days ago in the crowd.

For the first time, three different races have worked together to accomplish one thing.

From the bottom of their hearts, they hoped that the young Lord Lord of Stormland would be favored by the Goddess of Fate.

At this time, Qiao Yi was sitting in the shed wrapped in a soft cashmere blanket, and the heavy rain was pattering on the roof of the shed.

His eyes fell on an empty place in the rain curtain, and he was even thinking about how he would hang up when the fatal countdown in the status bar reached zero.

Sudden death from myocardial infarction?

Was crushed to death by a meteorite flying from outside the sky?

Choking to death on drinking water?

Or, just disappear in place without a sound...

To be honest, Qiao Yi himself was also surprised that he was so calm at this moment, that he still had the mood to think about his ten thousand ways to die.

【System, can I go back after I die? 】

【cannot. 】

【Oh. 】

Joe nodded, and drank a big gulp of boiling ginger syrup. The burning sensation flowed from his throat all the way into his body, and overflowed again, into his eye sockets.

He lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the grass splashed by the rain.

The aftertaste of midsummer is still there, the green weeds are swaying in the wind and rain, yellow flowers emerge from the sorrel grass, and the petals are smashed to pieces.

……does it worth?

Not far away, a young woman was holding a newborn baby in her arms and singing a lullaby in a low voice; little Annie threw herself into the arms of her elder brother Werther in a red dress. The red skirt was like a flower blooming brightly in the gray rainy weather. Old Batu, who was limped in the flood, looked at Barton and Petunia who were busy not far away, stroked his beard and smiled; several children who rolled into little clay figurines ran over laughingly, When approaching Qiao Yi's shed, I suddenly became shy again. You and I put down a small pile of things at the entrance of the shed with blushing faces, pushed and ran away...

In that pile of things, there are fresh wild fruits and flowers, plush bears that have been wetted by the rain, colorful candies, paper cranes folded from sugar paper...

The folding method of the paper crane was taught by Qiao Yi to the children.

When he took it into his hand and observed it closely, Qiao Yi discovered that there seemed to be words written on the paper crane.

He picked up the paper crane

[My lord, get well soon! 】

Clumsy and immature handwriting.

There are words written on each paper crane.

[The lord is the best lord in the world! 】

[I like Lord Lord the most. 】

[My lord, get well soon, I will give you all my tang. 】【……】

Joe wiped his eyes.

Hey, the little ones are pretty good at it.

Since Lando rescued Joe, he has been inseparable almost every step of the way.

But Qiao Yi really didn't know how to tell him that he was going to die, and he only had less than eleven hours to live.

The elf's arms are very warm, keeping out all the cold wind and the drizzle that comes in through the gaps in the shed.

Joe Yi wrapped himself in a blanket and leaned on the elf's shoulder.

He buried his head in the elf's neck, breathing in the unique fresh smell of the elf.

The smell reassured him.

He is now so weak that he can't even hold a chicken, and he doesn't have the strength to look for a new illustration book anymore.

It sucks to feel like your life is passing every moment.

The air in the shed seemed to freeze, except for the occasional crackling of the fire, there were only two shallow breathing sounds.

Until the elf spoke first, breaking the silence with a slightly hoarse voice: "Are you... leaving?"

Joe Yi rubbed his shoulders and nodded silently.

He heard the other party's breathing stagnate for a long time, and then the arms hugging him tightened.

He didn't dare to look into Lando's eyes.

It seemed like a century had passed before he heard Lando's trembling voice forcefully suppressed: "...Where are you going?"

Joe paused, his nose a little sore: "Go home."

patter

A drop of warm liquid hit the back of Qiao Yi's hand.

As soon as Joe knew what it was, he didn't ask or look up.

After a long time, he heard Lando's hoarse voice above his head: "Can I still find you?"

"..."

Joe Yi didn't speak.

All he felt was a terrible pain in his throat.

"Joe one."

"Ah."

"You look at me."

"..."

Joe fell in love with Lando's blue eyes surrounded by bright red eye sockets.

It was like a deep sea suppressing and brewing violent waves.

"I'm going to find you. To your hometown."

The elf held Qiao Yi's face, looked him in the eyes, and said every word loudly.

Joe burst into tears immediately.

damn it.silly thing.

You can't find me.

Can't find it anymore.

I can't go home either.

I lied to you.

Biting his lip, Joe hugged Lando and cried like a two-hundred-pound child.

After crying enough, Qiao Yi wiped his eyes: "Damn, I drank too much ginger syrup, and it overflowed from my eyes."

Isn't it just death, as if no one has ever died.

As soon as you close your eyes, your mind will go dark, and it will pass in a flash.

As soon as Joe sat up, holding Lando's side face in his hands, his fingers carefully traced Lando's delicate eyebrows and eyes, brushed over the bridge of the nose, and finally stopped on the other's soft and warm lips.

It seems to want to engrave the face of this elf into the soul.

He lowered his head and gently pecked on Lando's lips, looking into Lando's eyes: "Lando, I really, really like you."

I really liked you yesterday.

I really like you today.

I will love you too tomorrow.

...if there is a tomorrow.

……

Waiting to die feels so fucked up.

Qiao Yi didn't intend to make the rest of his life such a torment.

He turned his attention to the rite of passage that awaited him.

Hey, thinking about it like this really makes me feel a lot better!

My waist is no longer sore, my legs are no longer hurting, and even my heart is about to stop beating~

It was raining harder outside, and people were still busy preparing for Qiao Yi's coming-of-age ceremony.

In fact, Qiao Yi wanted to tell them that there was no need to be busy, he would not live long.

If you continue like this, you will get sick.

But meeting those eyes full of hope and even pleading, Qiao Yi swallowed his words back.

Well, of course the storm leader wants the people to be the masters of the country.

Facts have proved that when the wisdom and efforts of the three races are combined, the power is infinite.

They built high altars with wood, stone and vines, and decorated them with ribbons and flowers; the vine roses with fresh dew (rain) were woven into garlands, and the emerald green vines that broke out of the ground under the power of Lando, Weaving into a five-meter-high sacrificial hall; the elves who are the most proficient in weaving, and the women with the best handicrafts in the storm collar gathered together to rush to work, and are rushing to make a new dress for the lord. The dwarf took out the beautiful Ore, decorate the hall...

When it was getting dark, they finally finished all the preparations.

The newly woven dress was perfect, the black cloth representing the nobility was as black as night, and the red gems representing enthusiasm and hope were as red as blood.

The dense branches and leaves on the rattan hall blocked all the wind and rain, and the huge fire pond kept the hall warm and dry, which also made Qiao Yi's pale face finally look a little rosier.

A group of half-grown teenagers put on ancestral wooden grimace masks and danced around the firepit.

In this way, they scare away the evil spirits who come to harm the lord.

The women wore garlands of flowers, held one hand on their chests, and whispered obscure songs.

In this way, they gave their blessings to the boy standing on the altar.

After a while, another voice joined the singing, and the elves joined the singing team.

Then, the loud trumpet sounded, and it was the dwarf who prayed for the boy in his own way.

No one knew that in Qiao Yi's status bar, the [Spirit of Faith] column was shining.

Outside the hall, it was raining heavily, and the leaders stood in the rain in a pious attitude, looking at the altar in the center of the hall.

Qiao Yi was dressed in fancy clothes, and nodded towards Granny Mei who seemed to shrink into a dead tree in front of her.

She is the most respected old man in the entire Stormland, and she completed Joey's father's coming-of-age ceremony.

"boom--"

There was a muffled sound of heavy drums.

There was a pause in the singing and dancing, and all the sounds stopped abruptly.

Granny Mei staggered, reaching out her hand to touch the top of Qiao Yi's head.

His skinny fingers were dipped in golden paint mixed with gold powder, and stroked down the center of Qiao Yi's forehead, leaving a long shining mark.

"Roar--"

The men outside the hall slapped their chests and screamed, drums and horns rang out.

Qiao Yi resisted the weakness on the verge of collapse and the dizziness in front of his eyes, straightened up, and opened his hands.

Li Cheng.

The soaring cheers collided fiercely with the continuous rain.

A countdown began before Qiao Yi's eyes.

00: 00: 07

00: 00: 06

Joe turned around.

Lando was standing not far behind him.

00: 00: 04

00: 00: 03

Qiao Yi's eyes had begun to blur, only light and shadow remained.

He smiled hard in Lando's direction.

00: 00: 01

00: 00: 00

Everything is silent.

Before that, he saw a dazzling white light.

The author has something to say: Missing persons return. [Kneel down and apologize.JPG.] Because I was preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, I learned a lot. Guobaa otz

No pitfalls, no pitfalls, no pitfalls, I will definitely finish writing!

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