Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The wind whistled past my ears.

Fu Meng raised her hand and swung her knife at the figure in front of her. The light of the knife tore through the wind and interrupted her running.With fire burning in the red eyes, the game of cat and mouse is over.The man stood with his hands down, looking non-threatening. Who would have thought what he had just done?

A world does not need two Seimei Abe.

The struggle between Abe Seimei and Nue is the default of heaven.Fumeng narrowed his eyes, although the other party had abandoned the name Abe Seimei, what if he wanted to get it back?Therefore, the best way is to cut the weeds and get rid of the roots.With the hand slightly sideways, the sharp light on the blade flows from top to bottom, cold and deadly.

Nue didn't intend to say anything to the man in front of him. He frowned slightly, but all his actions were limited to this. In his cognition, he was still superior. It's not that he didn't know that someone was going to compete for the identity of Abe Seimei, but so what Woolen cloth?He doesn't need this name, this identity.He is now Nue, a powerful youkai.

The man on the opposite side didn't move, and Nue became vigilant. Although Yuyihu lost a lot of strength, his fighting power would not be reduced to the point where he was slaughtered at will.But this man did it. "If your goal is the name Abe Seimei, then you have succeeded."

Nue tentatively said calmly.

The crow feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and the maple-red eyes were like precious pigments made from ore grinding on an ancient scroll. Time passed, but it never faded.Floating Dream caressed the handle of the knife, and the cool and tough leather gave people a sense of stability that belonged to violence.One hand stroked the hair on the left side behind the ear, revealing a small half of the side face, and most of the fog covering the body disappeared.Nue's pupils shrunk, not only because of the opponent's appearance, but also because he couldn't see through the opponent's technique.

"You're wrong, 'Abe Seimei' has nothing to do with me." Fumeng denied Nue's statement, originally, the person who asked for this name and this pass was the son of the white fox, not him.

Something seemed to be singing.The holy ethereal spirits from heaven and the hoarse shadows from the undead underground are like messy wires entangled together, bursting out sparks, and the chaotic colors are bright and cold.

Fumeng stood there quietly, the price of power is madness.But he didn't even have madness.He listened intently to the singing voice lingering in his ears, his red pupils were out of focus, giving the impression of a blind man.

"Did you hear it?"

Nue felt that something was wrong with the man opposite, as for what was wrong, he couldn't tell, but this did not prevent him from keeping a distance from the man.The other party seemed to be immersed in his own world and didn't notice his movements.He knows that the current situation is stronger than others, and only by making appropriate concessions can he keep what he wants.

How would you describe that world?Beautiful and crazy, only such a world can breed beautiful and crazy people.The voice was a carol, a poem, a raving.The beauty that artists pursue is always the same.Floating Dream softly hums a familiar tune. On the stage of the world, the music box is ringing, and human beings are on it, with the accompaniment, playing one story after another, one's own and others'.

The hand holding the knife twitched uncontrollably. Fumeng pressed her forehead with her hand and bent slightly. Her mental state has not been very good all along, probably because she has been suppressed for too long, and even a little slack makes her feel uncomfortable. He was on the verge of uncontrollable madness.

No.

Fu Meng judged coldly, not on the edge, but out of control.

Putting down his hands, his scarlet pupils stared forward, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Nue's body. The red eyes reflected the figure of the other party, and stared at Nue, pulling the human spirit into his own world.If it is to be destroyed, it is natural to destroy the soul, which is considered to be the real destruction.

Vertigo surged up involuntarily like the night.

Nue blinked uncomfortably, the crystal refracted the colorful light, and it was dazzling just by looking at it, but although it was beautiful, it had no vitality, even if it seemed real, it was still devoid of life.Nue raised his foot and walked forward, so far, there was no murderous intent here.

With a sneer, Nue felt that the other party underestimated him too much.The crystal artifacts gradually decreased with the pace, and Nue had already discovered that here he could only walk on foot, and here he was no different from ordinary humans.Corresponding to the reduction of crystals is the gradual increase of real things, such as flowers and trees.

Just then the sky was covered with overcast clouds and the rain fell.Nue wiped the raindrops that fell on his cheeks, but there was nothing suspicious either.He was a little suspicious of what the other party wanted to do.

The rain gradually became heavier, and Nue walked nonchalantly until he suddenly felt a tingling pain.

Stretching out his hand, he suddenly found that the part of the fingertip had crystallized, it was the finger that wiped off the rain.There is a problem with this rain.Nue locked onto a place where he could stand and shelter from the rain, and walked towards it.The place where it was exposed to rain slowly evolved, turning into gold, crystals and gems.

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I stood on the roof in a daze. This is the place closest to the sky. On the open sky, there were no monsters that could fly in the sky. The words that Mr. A said in Dashifang were like a key, which opened the vague memory.

Painful, gray memories of being human came back vividly.I am human.But the hatred and disgust in the eyes of my parents separated me from human beings, and I was a monster among human beings.

I propped myself up on the ground and sat down, the wind blew my hair, and I put the black bag aside.I'm a monster among humans, a human among monsters, and I'm an anomaly wherever I go.A person with a human face does not necessarily have a matching heart, and a monster may have a human heart.Like a mirror, the outside world and the inside world correspond to each other.

But that doesn't tell me who I am until that sentence that Mr. A said.From what angle did he say this?Humans are humans, monsters are monsters, I never considered myself a monster, but subconsciously I also separated myself from humans.

In fact, his attitude already told me the answer.

I pulled the bag over and looked at the body bag carefully. Mr. A once said that I wanted it to look like this.I didn't understand it before, but now I probably understand it.

Because humans and monsters are basically the same thing.

Some chose one side, others the other.But no matter which side you choose, you will have an inseparable connection with the other side.

As for me, I'm just a special one, I'm neither, I'm both.

I am a monster of humanity, and a humanity of monsters. 】

The black-haired man closed the book, his golden eyes were like shining sun discs, human desires are enough to turn a person into a monster, and the monster also has a human heart, greed, death, cowardice, tenderness, return, dedication, a certain meaning On the face of it, there is no difference.

It's like Nue chose the monster's side, and the son of the white fox chose the human side, but in any case it cannot be denied that they are not the result of one side.

It is enviable to be able to choose for yourself, or to be able to choose.

Floating Dream lowered his eyes, Nue's aura gradually weakened, his soul was materialized and could be easily destroyed.Raise your head, you can see the deep sea above, the flowing nebula below, the world is integrated, the stars in the universe are shining brightly, a huge ghost whale passes by, and you can see the bone frame under the light gray transparent skin.The world sings, beautiful, terrible, orderly, disorderly.

Finally, there was a crisp sound of the solid spar breaking.Fumeng knew that if the other party's soul was broken, it would become a part of this place.

Nue only knew that this place was unusual, but he didn't realize that there was no life in the normal sense, and the flowers, plants and trees he saw were not normal life forms.Normal life cannot survive here, so he is not human.

With the completed book in his arms, Fumeng took a step, stood in the deep space, raised his head, and the colorful rain fell, the world gradually became silent, melted, mixed, and finally became an indescribable state.

Close your eyes and fall backwards.

The time can be very long, or it can be very slow.The fresh scent of grass and trees lingered on the tip of the nose, the feeling of falling disappeared, and it was caught——

The crow-feather eyelashes fluttered slightly, the eyelids were half drooped, and the blue sleeves entered the eyes. Fumeng closed his eyes again and let himself fall into a deep sleep.

Tightening his hands slightly, the drug seller raised his head and looked at the sky. There were cracks in the blocked sky, like cracks in a mirror, and then there was a sound of breaking, and the blockade disappeared.

Crexbe held a white lace umbrella with one hand, waiting quietly.She took the book handed over, without any waves in her mercury-colored eyes, like a programmed machine, "Master Yaolang, do you want to return to the mansion?"

The drug seller nodded slightly, and the follow-up was naturally left to the person who should do it.

"Claire, have you ever seen that world?"

The pharmacist said in a voice that wouldn't disturb Floating Dream, and Crexbe walked beside them, "I've seen it." Crexbe thought, that was a story from a long, long time ago.

"That's a very beautiful world." Crexbel praised in a cold voice, she really thought so.The pharmacist looked at the person in his arms, "Really." Crexby is orderly, so she likes disorderly things, the more chaotic, the more fascinated she is.

Crexbel blinked, "Have you seen the former husband?" She maintained a flat voice, communicating with the people around her.The drug seller has naturally seen Floating Dream in the past, and the chaotic timeline gave Floating Dream the ability to walk freely in time.

"No, it's not that." The mercury-haired maid replied negatively. What she said was the original, human Mr.

That beautiful, slender, weak, gentle and sharp gentleman, if his fate had not changed, if he had not been favored by the 'world', he should have had another ending.

There, he was a revered literary master and one of the many.Unfortunately, there is no if.

【Private が 人间なら.

If I were human. 】

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Mr. was originally an ordinary person, but it's a pity...

Let's go to the next copy!

Back to school tomorrow, no more.