blues paradox

The lives of the Mozu people are indeed very long, but it does not mean that they will not die, just like ordinary humans.However, they are not human beings after all. They tried various methods to save their lives, but none of them succeeded.One of the most common is the doll.

When the soul of the deceased dies, his relatives and friends retain the memory of the deceased with the principle of equivalent exchange, so the deceased is revived, possessing all the memories of his life, but without any perception and emotion, and the soul no longer lives in the body. Without the ability to think, it completely obeys the instructions of the person who resurrected it, so it is called a doll.

As far as Lan Tiao knows, what needs to be exchanged when making dolls is a strong and persistent love for the dead. In other words, without such deep feelings, it is impossible to succeed. Maybe this is also a kind of kindness of the law, at least The living no longer have to dwell forever on memories that have faded.

"Severe love, it's a good adjective, but..." Xiu nodded slightly, then raised his eyebrows and looked at Lantiao playfully, "Does that include yourself, Xiaotiaoer?"

Lan Tuo made a bitter face instantly, shrunk into Xiu's arms aggrievedly, rubbed the tip of his nose lightly against the other's neck, and said softly: "Father knows... my thoughts, why bother to ridicule me like this."

"Does Xiao Tiao think this is sarcasm?" Xiu pulled Lan Tiao out of his arms, with an inexplicably ugly expression on his face.

"Isn't it?" Bexiu raised his head forcefully, and Lan Tiao asked back with aggrieved lips.

"Hey..." With a helpless sigh, Xiu lowered his head and kissed Lan Tuo's lips fiercely. The gorgeous magnetic murmur disappeared between the two touching lips and Lan Tuo's astonished and remorseful face. Said with a sigh: "My little tune, this hall is flirting..."

The puppet who led the way walked all the way back to the first floor, and returned to the old woman in a numb manner. His empty eyes looked straight at the woman, as if he saw something else through her.

"Thank you, sit down, my dear." The old woman said without raising her head, with a little bit of impatience in her words. The elf who was chatting with her seemed to have no intention of continuing the conversation with the old woman. He left tactfully.

Elves are a race that is so pure that they almost have no desires. They love nature and yearn for peace. They like poetry and every beautiful creature in the world.Therefore, the noise and filth in the tavern would not make him feel comfortable.

After a little hesitation, the elf wisely chose to go upstairs. When he reached the stairs, he suddenly looked back in the direction of the old woman.The puppet was still sitting beside her quietly, without orders, and it didn't even change its sitting position a bit. The old woman lowered her head slightly, and was carefully wiping the glass in her hand. The vicissitudes of life were almost desperate, she didn't seem to be thinking about it, she just mechanically maintained the movement of her hand until the glass was wiped bright and transparent by her, then she recovered and continued to wipe the next one.

Already lost the desperate and crazy love of the past, in exchange for a puppet who only knows orders and obedience, the elves don't understand, will such a result really make people feel happy?Or is such ignorant happiness really what people want?

Back in his room, the elf's body froze suddenly, someone!

However, looking around, there was no one. The beautiful elf leaned his back cautiously against the wall. This feeling was too familiar, so familiar that his already weak body couldn't stop trembling.

"Has your brain been stepped on by a giant monster, Mu Yu? It's been hundreds of years since you last met, and your skills don't seem to have improved at all." A figure suddenly appeared beside him, his deep voice full of ridicule.

His eyes were a little dry, the beautiful elf raised his hands to cover his eyes, the cold liquid moistened his palms, he stood there quietly, without any struggle, allowing someone to pull off his cloak and pull him into his arms .

Lowering his eyes slightly, he saw a pair of almost terrifying hands, like dry branches, wrapped in a layer of loose blue-gray skin, without a trace of blood.The elf trembled slightly, lifted the handprint around his waist and kissed, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and hit the withered arm, making a light percussion sound.

It was an ugly creature, very different from the beautiful elf in his arms.It's not a human being, it's just a living withered tree, the shriveled and wrinkled skin loosely wraps around the skeleton, the weird blue-gray skin is dark and disgusting as if moldy, he has the same pointed hair as the elf in his arms The ears, however, lost their proper beauty due to the withered and gray color. Instead, they looked a bit like bats. He had a pair of gray eyes, but they were not the low-key and gorgeous silver-gray like Mei, but the muddy ones. Full of ashes from magazines.It might be too kind to say that such a creature is ugly, even if it is described with a word like disgusting, it may not be too much.

"Hua Feng..." The elf murmured softly, with a hint of imperceptible crying.

"Mu Yu still loves to cry like when she was a child." Hua Feng reached out to wipe away the tears from Mu Yu's cheeks, kissed Mu Yu's beautiful eyes, and then said, "Maybe your little brain is full of bloodthirsty weeds, It will cause you to not be able to use your remaining rationality."

"Yes, yes, I must have been stepped on by a troll and parasitized by a bloodthirsty grass, so I miss you crazily, a useless bastard brother!" Mu Yu yelled in a thick nasal voice, tears falling The ground became more and more turbulent, he patted the hand that was carelessly wiping his cheek, bit Hua Feng's lip hard, and let the blood with the smell of iron flow between the lips and teeth of the two.

"Mu Yu..." With some uncontrollable panic, Hua Feng pushed Mu Yu away, he turned his head slightly, a faint blush appeared on the base of his ears, reflecting his already weird blue-gray skin, making him look even more terrifying ugly.

But Mu Yu didn't think so, he leaned gently on Huafeng's shoulder, tears soaked into the other's clothes, fainted some water stains, in his heart, in his eyes, Huafeng was always the cutest and most beautiful The beautiful elder brother, with light green clear and pure eyes and light green curly hair, is an elf wandering in the wind.Even now, no trace of the past can be found on this withered and ugly body.

"Mu Yu, why did you leave Moon Forest? When I saw you in the tavern just now, I almost thought I had misunderstood the person." Hua Feng frowned slightly when he thought of this, unlike dark elves like him, pure and beautiful The elves are often coveted and coveted by the greedy demons. Once caught, they are either used to experiment with various forbidden magic or become slaves of the demons. The end is extremely miserable. This is why the elves hate demons. The tribe and one of the reasons why they rarely leave the Moon Forest.

"The clan asked me to come out to investigate some things. It's nothing serious. Besides... aren't you here? You will protect me naturally, right?" Mu Yu simply blinked and explained honestly, He looked at Huafeng pitifully with an almost begging look, and the tears that hadn't dried up in the corners of his eyes made him look even more embarrassed.

"Really, it's just you?" Hua Feng was a little skeptical about Mu Yu's words, but it seems pointless to pursue these now. Just now in the tavern, Mu Yu didn't deliberately conceal the identity of the elf. I'm afraid there are quite a few People are staring at him, and there are mixed fish and dragons in the town, so it is inevitable that there will be no accidents. Anyway, there is His Highness Xiu on the side of Master Lantiao. I'm here with you tonight."

"Well, I knew that Huafeng was the best!" With childish and cute words in her mouth, Mu Yu excitedly leaned into her arms and rubbed, a slight cunning flashed in her eyes, but the cold and rough touch of her body His skin made him sad, Huafeng, his brother, his Huafeng...

In the gloomy room because of the dark curtains being drawn, Lantiao lay on the bed, looking boredly at Xiu, who was half leaning on the bed and reading a book.The dim magic spar light shrouded the man in a moist and ambiguous streamer. The slightly opened collar revealed his fair chest, with a few bruised and purple hickey marks on it, looking sexy and alluring.After thinking about the red and swollen parts behind him, and then thinking about the possibility that he could overwhelm Xiu, Lan Tiao coughed lightly in embarrassment, and had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​having a spring breeze with the beauty, and moved his body slightly down, moving I shrank myself into the quilt to reduce my sense of existence.

Suddenly thought of something, Lan Tiao felt that it was necessary to tell Xiu, he said softly: "I saw Hua Feng in the corridor before, he seemed to be waiting for someone there, looking around, distracted, even I walked past him Not found."

"Well, it doesn't matter, this hall probably knows who he is waiting for." Xiu looked at the time, simply raised his sleeves, and extinguished the light of the magic spar. He said with a smile: "Perhaps Xiao Tiao'er will have the opportunity to meet a real elf tomorrow, which is very rare in today's Demon World."

"Spirit?" Thinking of Huafeng's identity and appearance, Lan Tiao couldn't help but tremble in his heart. I hope he doesn't look too weird. Although he doesn't care about his appearance, it's still better to look pretty.