What's wrong with the doctor is so annoying

The moment he was wrapped in the pitch-black small universe, Seiya only felt an extremely cold touch along his limbs and bones all the way into his blood and nerves, so cold that he couldn't help shivering.

I don't know how long it has passed, it may be several hours, or it may be just a few seconds, Seiya suddenly felt that his feet stepped on the real ground, and immediately opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a pale hand tightly Grasping his own arm, his fingers were long and slender, his nails were trimmed very neatly, his gaze climbed all the way along the arm hidden in the sleeve of the black robe, and fell on a familiar yet unfamiliar delicate face.

Seiya blinked his eyes to confirm that his vision was not affected. This face was undoubtedly unmistakable, but the rusty red hair of the person in front of him and the pale complexion that only dead bodies could have made him uncomfortable. Dare to admit it rashly.

Thousands of years of jihads have been fought, and the various key information that countless ancestors have shed their lives and blood to get back from the enemy is a compulsory course for every generation of saints. Of course, Seiya knows that Hades, the lord of the underworld, never takes the truth. When the body comes, it will only find a young man with the purest and kindest temperament in the world as the reincarnated body/body to attach to.Four years ago, Shun and Ikki disappeared mysteriously when they went to investigate the ruins of Heinstein City, and then there was no news. It is not that no one in the sanctuary doubted this matter, but suffering from the ruins of Heinstein City seemed to be shrouded in death Among them, any living object would die immediately if it approached. The investigation has not progressed, and naturally there is no evidence to use as a reference.

This time, the three of them went to investigate the ruins of Heinstein City again. Although they had made all the preparations, they were still in a hurry due to the sudden change. This is all right, the explosive news is in their hands, and they probably sacrificed their lives with honor. , how to send the information back to the sanctuary?

Seiya's mind was still spinning, but the other party didn't seem to have any intention of standing with him forever, he let go of his hand and wanted to turn around and leave. Seiya was full of problems and was waiting to talk to someone, how could he let him go so easily, so he raised his hand He wanted to grab the man's sleeve, but an embarrassing scene happened—the black robe was woven out of unknown material, and it felt like running water in his hand, and it slipped away from Seiya's fingertips in an instant.

Seiya slapped himself hard on the face, and finally relieved the embarrassment that made his whole body stiff. Seeing that the other party walked further and further without turning his head, he quickly shouted: "Shun! Wait!"

The man turned a deaf ear.

"You!...Hey? Could it be that you can't hear it?" Seiya scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, took a deep breath, and went out to try it out!

"Hades!!!--you stop for me!!!--"

The roar that was enough to scare the birds and beasts in the entire forest finally grabbed the opponent, he stopped, slowly turned half of his face, and a trace of boredom flashed in the dull eyes hidden under the bangs: "You really are Noisy as always, Pegasus?"

Seiya Guangsu put on a fighting stance, but his eyes were quite innocent: "Huh? How do you say this as if we are very familiar? It shouldn't be, how can I, a mortal, have any friendship with Pluto... Oh, I understand! Shun, Actually, you haven’t lost your mind, have you? You were forced to pretend to be possessed by Hades, right?”

"Whatever you think, it's already irrelevant." Hades's eyes once again returned to barrenness, and then his whole body quickly turned into a cloud of pitch-black smoke, leaving only faint ravings echoing in this misty space Zhong: "Actually, there is nothing here, it's just a huge dream built for her..."

Seiya was stunned for a moment, and couldn't figure it out after pondering for a long time, so he jumped his feet angrily: "Hey! You should make your words clear before you leave! How can I understand..."

After yelling on the spot for a long time and spinning around for a long time, Seiya finally threw his head back to the ground in despair, staring blankly at the gray sky in a daze.But then again, there are gray clouds like heavy industrial pollution everywhere, and it is really difficult to distinguish between the sky and the earth for a while.

"Speaking of which, where are Zilong and Binghe now? Are they dead or have fallen into a different space like me..." Seiya raised his hand and pinched his face hard, and immediately burst into tears from the pain, but he was relieved this time Heart, the dead will definitely not feel pain, it means that you are still alive!Since I am alive, my friends must be fine!Anyway, this group of orphans who have struggled at the bottom of society since childhood have no other advantages, but their vitality is extremely tenacious.

Regardless of how absurd this kind of thinking logic is, Seiya immediately jumped up from the ground as if he had taken a stimulant, gearing up to plan to dig out the missing Zilong and Binghe.

With the air flow caused by Seiya's fast running, countless smoke surged like life, chasing Seiya one after another, he had to reach out to sweep away the smoke that blocked his sight while running, and he didn't know how long he ran , it suddenly became clear——

The warm sunlight shines on the surface of the gurgling stream, like a layer of gold powder on the crossing, and occasionally one or two colorful koi can be seen jumping out of the water, splashing a string of crystal water; the bank of the stream is In the stretch of green grassland, countless blooming flowers are competing for beauty, and the magnificent swallowtail butterflies dance freely among the clusters of flowers. Under the sunlight, the lines on the wings reflect the unpredictable luster of the rainbow from different angles.

If something goes wrong, it must be a demon, this is one of the words that Zilong often talks about.

Seiya turned his head and glanced at the gray and black smoke billowing behind him, then at the peaceful paradise in front of him, and silently complained in his heart: "What a terrible trap, I can't wait to put up a sign for me to step on it."

But what if you don't step on it?Depressed~

Seiya dragged his steps into the space with a look of displeasure. It was strange to say that he just took a step forward, and the area of ​​this palm-sized place seemed to suddenly expand hundreds of times, except for the stream and flowers and plants. In addition, a huge fountain appeared out of thin air in front of my eyes, and I could see several Greek-style temples in the distance.

A blond boy dressed in clergyman's attire was sitting on the edge of the fountain, with an easel in front of him, and was concentrating on painting the distant temple stroke by stroke on the canvas.The strange thing is that he only has one paintbrush in his hand, and he doesn't see other painting tools such as buckets, palettes, and paint cans, but the tip of the brush can leave completely different colors on the canvas.

etc!This young man's face...isn't it the familiar corpse that he saw in the coffin pile before? !

Seiya pondered for a while, and felt that he could not act rashly, so he carefully moved to the blind spot of the opponent's vision and squatted down, just hiding behind a bush, watching the opponent continue to wave the paintbrush in his hand. Soon, the whole work was completed It's almost like copying the scene in front of me, but the blond boy didn't mean to stop at all, he kept on drawing, the originally simple and elegant picture was added with more and more intense colors, In the end, the boy started to throw all kinds of completely conflicting large blocks of colors on the canvas like crazy, until they were completely mixed into a pitch black ball, covering the entire canvas.

Seiya couldn't help frowning—hey, wasn't the painting well originally?Why did he paint so many colors all at once? Even a person with no artistic talent like him knows that all the colors mixed together are dirty black!

The blond boy seemed to be taken aback by his "masterpiece". After a moment of daze, he suddenly reached out and tore off the canvas, threw it behind him, and continued to paint on the next blank canvas.

As a result, the dirty canvas was floating in the air, and it fell into the bushes behind him before it died, and it smeared Seiya's face, and then...

"Ah Choo!!!—"

The earth-shattering sneezing sound shook the surrounding flowers, plants and trees like sifting chaff, the blond boy trembled in fright, the paintbrush fell to the ground with a thud, and he looked around in horror: "Who, who is here?!"

Oops, this is so embarrassing, Seiya shook off all the grass and sawdust and got out, picked up the fallen paintbrush and returned it to the other party, scratching the back of his head embarrassingly: "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..."

The blond boy stared blankly at Seiya's face for a long time before reaching out to take the paintbrush: "Well... thank you."

"Why do you still say thank you? I interrupted your painting. I should be the one apologizing." Seiya dodged the other party's staring eyes by rubbing the dust on the tip of his nose. I'm really sorry.

The blond boy also realized that his eyes were too revealing, and quickly waved his hands to explain: "Please forgive my rudeness just now! Because your appearance is very similar to an old friend of mine, so I didn't realize it all at once..."

Seiya blurted out after hearing the words: "Huh? That's really a coincidence, I also think you look familiar! But I just can't remember where I met you, can you tell me your name?"

"Of course." The blond boy nodded, "My name is Aaron."

Seiya was stunned: "Alone? Whose parents would give their child such a name?"

Aaron smiled helplessly: "I don't know. Anyway, people have called me that since I can remember. I don't have parents, and I don't remember any relatives."

"So you are also an orphan, then we are really in the same boat." Seiya sat down on the grass with his legs crossed, "My name is Seiya, the bronze saint of Pegasus, nice to meet you!"

"Pegasus..." Aaron showed surprise, "You are also a Pegasus... What a coincidence..."

Seiya tilted his head: "What? Have you seen other Pegasus Saints?"

"Yes, his name is Tianma." A gleam of tenderness and nostalgia flashed in Aaron's eyes, "Actually, the old man I mentioned just now who looks very similar to you is him. The first time we met was in a blizzard Trapped in an abandoned shelter, I burned my painting tools to make a fire to keep warm. Unexpectedly, I just dozed off and found that my luggage had been stolen and the pegasus was gone. I was so anxious at the time, I didn't expect that guy to be carried back by Mr. Shui Jing a few minutes later."

Seiya followed his words: "Mr. Shui Jing?"

Aaron explained: "We later found out that Mr. Shuijing is the Silver Saint Seiya of the Jupiter constellation. He happened to pass by the neighborhood on business that day, and bumped into the Pegasus who stole my stuff. Seeing him panicking It seemed that he understood what was going on. Without a word, he was brought back, and he burned the small universe to help us through that difficult night. After that, Shui Jing taught Tianma for a while, and let him get rid of the previous petty theft. I became a very responsible man; Mr. Shui Jing also funded me to study painting in Ferrantzwald, without his help, my dream would have died a long time ago..."

"Since the first meeting, Tianma has been by my side. According to him, my character is too weak. Without his help, I would always be bullied, so he reluctantly took up the responsibility of being a man. Come and protect me." Speaking of which, Aaron couldn't help laughing, and at the same time quickly sketched on the canvas, "Speaking of which, it seems that I haven't had time to draw a portrait of him yet, and I always think about waiting for the painting. When the skills are more refined, I will draw again with my heart, but I dragged on, and I have been dragging until now..."

A boy's silhouette soon appeared on the canvas, and Aaron refined and colored it at a speed far beyond ordinary people, but when he was about to write on the blank eye area, his hand suddenly stopped, and then began to tremble , Immediately afterwards, he stabbed the tip of the pen holder into the empty eye socket with his backhand, and stirred it vigorously. Within a few seconds, a good canvas was ravaged/ravaged into a ball of rags, and Aaron tore it off and threw it on the ground. Throwing it, it immediately turned into a cloud of gray-black smoke and scattered into the air.

"No... No... You can't draw this! This thing... is an impure thing! How could it appear here!"

Seeing Aaron's sudden madness, Seiya took a few steps back vigilantly.

After tearing off the canvas, Aaron suddenly returned to normal, and started to paint the palace in the distance again. But when he was about to finish, what happened just now was repeated again. After Aaron tore off the discarded canvas, I started to repeat this action again and again, drawing and tearing and drawing again, tearing and drawing endlessly...

Seiya could already clearly observe that the abandoned canvases that were torn off almost instantly turned into smoke, silently filling every corner of this paradise.

[Actually, there is nothing here, it is just a huge dream built for her...]

Seiya sighed, stepped forward and interrupted Aaron's painting: "Take a break."

"Rest? No! I don't want it! It's hard to get the chance to enjoy the fun of painting here..." Aaron's thin arms were pinched by Seiya's hands, shaking like sifting chaff, and his face became extremely distorted. "Canvas, paints, brushes, which one is not a consumable?! Which one does not need to spend a lot of money to buy?! But I, I have nothing! Everything can only be saved and used, and it will always be used by others. Ridicule... Only here! Only here can my wish be fulfilled, why are you hindering me?!"

Seiya suddenly threw out an irrelevant sentence: "Have you heard the story of Sisyphus?"

Aaron froze, blinking blankly.

Seiya continued on his own: "Sisyphus is the founder and king of Corinth. He is resourceful. He was willing to tell the river god his daughter on the condition that a river that flows all the year round would water Corinth forever. Aegina was abducted by Zeus. Because he ignored the authority of the gods and leaked Zeus's secret, Zeus was so angry that Thanatos, the god of death, took him back to the underworld. Unexpectedly, Sisyphus designed to kidnap the god of death. As a result, no one died in the world for a long time, and Hades himself went out in a rage to bring Sisyphus back to the underworld."

"However, before he left, Sisyphus left a thoughtful eye, ordering his wife not to bury his body, and not to make any sacrifices, and then he talked sweetly in front of Persephone, the queen of the underworld, saying that such a negligent funeral is the world's tribute to the underworld. He begged him to return to the human world for three days to deal with his funeral, and the queen of the underworld agreed to his request, but after his resurrection, Sisyphus was obsessed with the beauty of the world of the living, and refused to go back to the human world. However, in the end He still did not escape the pursuit of Hermes, was recaptured back to the underworld and entered Tartarus, where he was forced to carry huge stones. Whenever Sisyphus pushed the stones to the top of the mountain, the stones will automatically roll back to the bottom of the mountain, so that his work will never end and never make sense."

Seiya pointed to the canvas: "You may not be aware of this problem yourself, but whenever you are about to finish a work, you will suddenly destroy it like a madman, and then paint another one, like this I don’t know how long the process has been repeated, there is a power here that you are not aware of, it is interfering with your behavior, and you will never be able to escape from this cage!”

Aaron's hands gradually stopped shaking, he turned his head and stared at the unfinished line draft on the canvas, and suddenly smiled wearily: "You are right...but even if I understand this, I can't leave this space , If I go outside, I will immediately fall into other people's dreams, and then my own existence will be..." He suddenly realized something, and asked: "Xingya, what time is it now?"

Seiya replied: "Now? If you ask the Gregorian calendar, it is already the end of the twentieth century."

"...it's been so long, I've actually stayed here for so long." Aaron's tears rolled out of his sky-blue pupils uncontrollably and dripped on the grass, "Actually, I'm so sad in my heart." It’s clearer than anyone else, but I just can’t let it go... In the end, I’m still a coward.” He raised his head and looked at Seiya’s cheek seriously, and a comfortable smile bloomed slowly from his lips, “Maybe in the dark you and Do you really have some connection with Tianma, it's great to see you again... My strength is running out, and that painting is my last gift to you."

As these words were spoken, Aaron's body gradually became transparent, gradually dissipating into a light golden mist, and the entire Xanadu also collapsed, and the gray-black mist surged up and enveloped everything in an instant.

Now, there is only a semi-finished sketch left in front of Seiya, a door is outlined with a few strokes, and a light golden halo remains on the strokes.

Seiya stepped forward, burning his own small universe and punched through the canvas with force, and then pushed hard with both hands, an invisible door burst open like this, and the Wulao Peak, which is surrounded by mountains and mountains, came into view!

"Thank you, Aaron, I will not waste your guidance." Seiya muttered silently, and stepped into the door without hesitation.

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Tianma is Seiya's previous life, but more than two hundred years have passed, neither the person nor the memory is there anymore