The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Ling didn't know where her power came from. She followed her memory and found the small mountain village where she had lived since she was born.

From a distance, I saw that it was as desolate as ruins, the houses collapsed, burned into ashes in the flames, and piled up dilapidatedly.

She walked through the village, every step was like walking on the tip of a knife.

After hearing Gojo Satoru's conversation with the servant, she put down the ring and set foot on the road back to the mountain village.

She walked for three days without any food or water, and she thought she would die on the way back, and that was fine.

But it was strange that although the feeling of hunger tormented her, she never died.

At the gate of the village, seeing that the quiet and gentle village had turned into a piece of ruins, I finally couldn't help crying. The hungry and tired body fell weakly on the ground, crying loudly.

Nearly two years had passed since she was taken out of the mountain village, and the body could not be identified for a long time, only a barren and collapsed house.

Relying on the location of her memory, she found the house where she and her grandmother lived.

It rained in the sky.

She sat under the dilapidated roof beams that could no longer shelter the rain, waiting for the rain to stop. She didn't think about leaving here, nor did she want to die, and she didn't know what she was waiting for, she just sat here quietly.

Where she was born and raised, - has been sitting quietly.

Later, the rain finally stopped, and many beautiful little flowers appeared in the mountains.

Swaying in the air after the rain.

She couldn't help picking a flower that was blooming around her, fingering the flower branch, then she stood up, picked a lot of small flowers, bunch after bunch, and placed them at the door of every house.

The houses that had been burned to ashes could no longer tell who belonged to whom, but her memory remembered.

She specially picked a bunch of small white flowers and put them at the door of the next door neighbor Murata brother, because Murata brother is the only child in the village who is younger than her, and she always wants to treat him better, and every time he picks flowers , like to pick white flowers.

Finally, after the bouquet of flowers was finished, she suddenly lost the desire to do anything, and she sat down again in front of the house where she and her grandmother lived.

It was getting dark.

Suddenly, a bright firefly flashed before her eyes.

She was startled, raised her hand, and caught the firefly.

So she began to have a splitting headache at this moment.

Countless information poured into her brain, almost exploding.

She hugged her head, and after a few seconds, she slowly raised her head and saw the sword of Damocles hanging in the sky.

The king chosen by the Dresden Stone will be conveyed the will of the Dresden Stone, and the moment he awakens as a king, he will gain power beyond ordinary people.

How to use, how to use, how to be king.

In the picture reflected by the power, she saw the village full of flames, the whole village was covered in flames, and even the air was deformed in the flames.

The relatives who lived in the village day and night struggled in the flames, twisted in pain, half of their bodies were engulfed in flames, and they were struggling desperately before they died.

She closed her eyes.

"Esakura, you, what are you doing?"

The man in the corner sat down on the ground dejected and terrified, "Didn't you say that you came to help me kill Wujo Wu, why did you attack your own family?"

Ling stood in front of her, looking down at him with a childish body, "I don't say that, will you let me enter the door of the family? If I don't come in, how can I do anything to the people of the family?"

—The patriarch's pupils constricted, and his face was twisted into an ugly face by extreme fear, mixed with the smelly corpse mountain and blood sea, it was disgustingly disgusting.

He looked around at the messy corpses, holding the last shred of hope, "You killed everyone in the family, but didn't kill me, because I still have value, right? Tell me, what do you want me to do?" , I will do it."

"I'm not you. I won't leave only valuable people without value. Regardless of whether they are valuable or not, as long as they are from a family, they should die."

—The head of the family was terrified, he tremblingly pressed the hidden button behind him, and laughed maniacally, "Haha, I really deserve to be said to be a person with the blood of the family, and I really look like a member of the family. What a pity, if you had such power when you were born, I would definitely raise you well, what a pity."

Ling looked at him indifferently, "But I don't want to grow up by your side."

—The head of the family contemptuously—smiled, "Then who do you want to be with? The six eyes of the Wutiao family?"

"..."

"Haha, I'm really right? But what do you think you are? If it wasn't for your biological mother who insisted on saving your life, how would you have the opportunity to be engaged to the six eyes of the Wutiao family? Even if you have a marriage contract, so what, do you think you can really marry him? They just look at you poorly and take in a stray dog."

He looked at Liu Ying gathered again in Ling's hand, and laughed, "Speaking of your sore spot? Do you really want to marry him? It's ridiculous. How dare a lowly non-artist dare to make a portrait of the noble little Wutiao family?" Master."

"I didn't want to marry him, I just thought it was disgusting to say his name out of your mouth."

"Hahahaha, that's even more ridiculous, look at what you look like now, you look like an evil ghost, do you dare to let him see it? If he knows that you have killed all your relatives, will he take you in? ?”

"..."

"Zhiying, let alone whether that Six Eyes is willing to take you in or not, even if he really accepts it, if you kill conjurers and kill relatives, the entire conjuration world will not tolerate you. If he still wants to protect you , is going to be an enemy of the entire magic world, do you want to see him fall from the altar because of you?"

"..."

"Innocent child, do you really think you can kill me?" He suddenly laughed ferociously, the secret button he pressed just now, the mechanism was finally activated, and the curse spirit he had raised for a long time roared out, and rushed straight at the bell.

He grinned viciously: "Enjoy it, it was originally intended to be used against the Yusan family, but I never thought it would be used here."

Bell is not a magician, and cannot see the magic spirit.

But at this moment, she saw the curse spirit, like a ghost, with a bow and arrow in its hand, and shot an arrow at her quickly.

Her firefly quickly turned her transparent, the arrow passed through her, and she was dead—Patriarch, he died, waiting for her with his eyes wide open, his mouth half-opened, as if he still begged for mercy .

The curse spirit approached again, intending to strangle her to death.

She silently looked at her father who was dead on the ground. The last person named Shi was the one she wanted to kill at the end. Now that he is dead, then... there is nothing else she wants to do up.

In fact, what he said was quite right, she had killed so many people, the magic world would definitely not let her go, and she would indeed have no face to return to Wujo's house, nor would she have the face to see Wujo Wu again.

So, she—had no intention of living in the first place.

When I made this decision, I just wanted to find someone to be buried with me when I died.

To avenge himself, and to stop his long-planned ambition.

She closed her eyes, no longer able to manipulate the ability to protect herself, waiting for the attack of the curse spirit.

At this time, a gust of wind passed by my ears.

Someone ran towards her, followed by a clear breath, like the snow on the top of the mountain, like the moon in the night wind, like the cold blue of gemstones between the moonlight and the color of blood.

She was picked up on her back and left towards the outside.

"I'll take you back."

He said.

She didn't open her eyes, didn't dare to look at him, the countless tremors in her heart were like surging storms.

But he never dared to open his eyes.

Don't dare to look at his face, don't dare to look at his eyes, don't dare to look at his expression, don't dare to see... myself in his eyes.

Honest, kind, and righteous, she still hasn't become the kind of person he said after all.

On this day, she abandoned all her beliefs. She lied and killed people. Apart from her father, there were many people from other irrelevant families.

She didn't dare to ask, didn't dare to know what he would think of her now, because even she didn't dare to look at her now.

"Master Wu... You, you can't bring her in."

"Master Wu, hand her over to the higher-ups."

"She killed more than 300 people!!"

"This is more than just killing relatives, it's killing your own family!"

She lay on his shoulder, listening to those people chatting - everything, silent.

——Don't talk about whether that six-eyed man is willing to take you in, even if he really accepts it, if you slaughter conjurers and kill relatives, the entire conjurer world will not tolerate you.If he still wants to protect you, he will become an enemy of the entire magic world. Do you want to see him fall from the altar because of you?

In no mood.

And, for her, it's not worth it.

"Wu, I've been hungry for many days, I want to eat something..." She said the first sentence to him.

After Wujo Wu heard the words, he did not confront those who opposed him any more, and put her down and sat on a chair outside.

He looked up, "Xuezi, go get some food."

Xuezi trembled, under the gaze of everyone, her body swayed like chaff, "Master Wu, I...I won't go."

Gojo Satoru looked at her indifferently, "Why?"

"She killed people... She killed hundreds of people! And they were all her relatives! Master Wu, she is even more insane than the curse master now, why do you still care about her?"

"..."

He glanced at everyone present, and stood up silently.

He glanced back at her, "you will be fine here alone, right?"

Xuezi has been with Wujo Wu for many years, so she naturally guessed that Wujo Wu was going to get her food in person, and immediately said: "Master Wu, why are you still worried about her health? She killed everyone here now It should be easy too, right?"

"She won't kill you."

"How is it possible! She can even do it to her own family!"

He didn't pay attention to Xuezi any more, and only said to her: "I'll be back soon."

Gojo Satoru—Leaving, all the people present were worried that they would be killed by her if they lost their shelter, and fled away like birds and beasts.

The surroundings suddenly quieted down.

Ling looked at the sky, slowly raised her hand, and the fireflies scattered, she released energy to her heart's content and without restraint.

The sword of Damocles in the sky began to loosen, and then, fell.

When awakening, in the information transmitted by the sword of Damocles, her ability is redemption, and there is only one way to make her die except life, old age, sickness and death.

That is, the falling sword.

She didn't want to embarrass him, nor did she want to let him choose whether to accept her like this. This was a choice she had made long ago.

Don't kill—the people of the family, the pain and hatred in her chest can't be filled.

And killing someone from a family would make her feel guilty for the rest of her life.

The slate gave her strength, but she used it to kill.

Gojo Satoru took her in, but she became a murderer who took hundreds of lives.

Although, the people of the - family are not innocent, she killed the people of the - family, which is tantamount to smashing the intention of the - family, and protecting those - the people that the family wanted to kill.

But she did kill someone, there's no doubt about that.

Honesty, kindness, and justice, she completely violated each of them.

He hoped that she would grow up carefree, but she didn't leave any room for herself.

After all, she was no longer worth staying by his side.

Her father was right in saying that she was indeed not worthy of the honorable Gojo Satoru, and it was already a gift of fate that she could stay by his side for the past two years.

The sword fell straight down, and her life flowed away with her strength, she was so weak that she could no longer open her eyes, she couldn't determine where the sword fell, nor could she determine how broken the sword was.

In the boundless darkness.

She seemed to have heard Gojo Satoru's voice, and he put her on his back again and ran hurriedly.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me to come back?"

She couldn't open her eyes anymore, she couldn't see the person in front of her clearly, she could only hear the cold voice said eagerly: "Wait-wait, I'll take you home right away."

He said, "Don't be afraid."

"Don't be afraid."

He said twice in succession, don't be afraid - it was hard to tell whether he was comforting her or persuading himself.

She heard his footsteps stepping across the corridor with her behind his back, making heavy and hurried footsteps. At this time, the wind chimes hanging from the eaves were swaying by the wind.

She suddenly remembered that when she saw Gojo Satoru for the first time, he was also standing under the wind chime on the eaves, indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.

It's just that now he seems to be afraid.

So she repeated his consoling words just now, comforting him, "You too, don't be afraid."

The person carrying her froze, and then ran forward even faster.

At that moment, she really wanted to lie on his shoulder like this, and die peacefully, without any regrets.

In a daze of consciousness, she didn't open her eyes again.

With the last bit of strength in her palm, she slowly raised her hand and touched his face.

Gojo Satoru was stunned.

She smiled at him, eyes closed, unable to see his expression.

The fireflies scattered around her fingertips, and she said weakly: "It would be great if I had these abilities earlier, I really want to make you the size of a wind chime, so that I can carry you around every day like a ring... By your side?"

The memory about her dissipated little by little with the flow of fireflies.

She lightly rested her hand on Gojo Satoru's face, and smiled for the last time: "I really want to take you by my side, I really want to see you every day in the future."

I want to spend this birthday with you.

Look at you wearing the wreath I made.

If you want to sit in your study and do your homework, just look up and ask you how to write your composition.

I want to take you to catch fireflies together.

I want to plant flowers with you and make potted plants.

I really want to, I really want to, I really want to.

……

The hand that gently covered his face slipped down slowly.

Liuying's faint light also disappeared, taking away all Wujo Satoru's memories about her.

I have long been unable to distinguish between right and wrong, I only know that the direction you are in is freedom, and it is all my freedom.