Take Taobao with you to another world

Facing the pair of eyes that were as dark as the deepest ocean, infinite scorching heat suddenly gushed out of his blood, and in just a moment, it burned Coulson's consciousness completely.

Endless darkness shrouded an unknown amount of time, as if time had never moved.

"... Coulson."

This voice was like a silk thread, slowly lifting his consciousness from the endless deep sea, like seeing the light for the first time, he was dizzy for a long time before he could barely make out the vision in the dim light. That shaking face.

"Sergey," Coulson said weakly.

"Call me brother, baby," said the man in the greasy robe, looking down at him from the edge of the stone bed, tracing Coulson's cheek gently with his knuckles in an unbearable rhythm.

"You look really pretty now."

Coulson was expressionless. He wanted to avoid the disgusting contact, but now he could barely move a finger.Although his consciousness is still there, his bare skin can feel the coolness of the stone slab below him and the flow of air, but his limbs are so heavy that they seem to be glued to the stone platform. He tried his best to avoid imagining how much corpse oil had flowed on the most commonly used workbench when thinking.

"what did you do to me?"

"It seems that your memory has been affected a little," Sergey said, "but I believe this is not a big problem. Absolutely perfect results do not exist, especially for such a delicate, complex and unstable being. .Actually, I'm pretty satisfied, what do you think, Coulson?"

Coulson looked at the brunette, blue-eyed jerk, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Look back, Coulson, when is your last memory?" Sergey asked.

Coulson closed his eyes slightly, he didn't want to look at this man's face and recall.

"I was about to go hunting," he said. He had heard some rumors before that, but he didn't care.As much as he hated Sergey, he knew him well—at least before that, he really thought that Sergey would not attack him.

"Looking like this, it's just a little bit of memory lost—it's only one step away from perfection, and you are my best and most powerful work." Sergey said, "I think, father, he will also Very satisfied."

"Father?" For Sergey, as the Grand Duke's first wife and the remaining child of others, the relationship between him and the Grand Duke is no deeper than the snow in spring.

"He doesn't trust me, but he has nothing else to look forward to," Sergey said. "They can't just let you die."

"...what happened?" Coulson asked.

"I don't really know, you can ask them yourself." Sergey said, "Fortunately, the experiment was successful. In this way, my father can give me some support, you know, to maintain the status of an alchemist. Expenses are not so easy, especially for someone like me who is not good at dealing with outsiders." He walked to the side, picked up a bottle of potion from the long black wood table, pinched the bottle with three fingers and gently Shaking, "'All are equal before the gods, but some are more equal', Coulson, how precious your life is."

He walked over with the bottle, lifted Coulson's chin, and pinched his cheeks. Coulson tried to struggle with any muscle he could mobilize, but this resistance was too much for the alchemist in front of him. It was nothing more than a slight spasm, he opened his jaw easily, and poured the potion that burned like fire.They flowed through his throat like living things, burned all the way along the esophagus, and accumulated into magma in the abdomen.

Coulson was panting with difficulty, his skin gradually turned red, the color was so thick that it seemed to ooze blood, and then the black and red sweat really condensed into drops on the bare limbs, following the twitching movements of the body to flow down.

It is not a beautiful scene to watch a young nobleman twist and convulse into a bloody human figure, but Sergey looked at Coulson with some real warmth at this time.The most beautiful thing in the world is probably the moment when life is struggling on the edge of life and death, so pure and fierce, without reservation, that even his cold heart beats for it—even though there is nothing wrong with it, it has always been loyal effectively sustaining his life.

The duration of this process is actually not too long. When Coulson regained consciousness again, he felt as if he had suffered a lifetime, and the pain was still going on, but his numb body could barely bear it, and he could even slow down. Slowly propping up his body, he saw his current situation.This was the worst moment in his life, in front of the person he hated the most.

Looking at his unbearable expression, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Sergey's mouth, "How does the new life feel?"

Coulson coughed and didn't answer.

Sergey threw the potion bottle away and walked to another room in the empty basement, "When you can go to the ground, you can go by yourself. As for now, I'm going to meditate."

Even knowing he was in the worst possible situation, it took Coulson a moment to suppress the thought of killing Sergey now.He found pocket-like linen robes in the storage room in the basement, barely covered his body with them, and left this nightmare place with difficulty.The cold and damp underground atmosphere was left behind by him, and when he opened the wooden door, he saw a silver-white world.

The cold air surrounded him, and Coulson stared blankly at the castle after the heavy snowfall. His last memory was before hunting, it was a golden autumn.

He walked on the snow with bare feet, fine scabs of blood continued to fall with his footsteps, his body gradually became numb, and he was about to lose consciousness. Not long after, several guards found him, and the maid ran back to the castle screaming, More people rushed out, they surrounded him, and almost killed him, until several housekeepers rushed over, the surprised people changed their attitudes, put a fur coat on him, supported him, and led him into the burning into the hall with the fireplace, and shortly afterwards his father appeared.

"Colson...?" The man who was always as strong and fierce as a bear stopped some distance away from him, "How do you feel now?"

"Father..." Coulson looked at the maids wiping his fingers one by one, "What's going on? I've been sleeping for a few months? What happened?"

"You are injured, Coulson." The Grand Duke said, he took a few steps closer, looked at him and said, "The doctors can't do anything, I can only hand you over to Sergey..."

"You handed me over to him?" Coulson asked, "You trust him?"

"He is the last hope, Coulson." The Grand Duke said, "And, Sergey is your brother."

Then his father hugged him vigorously, with an indistinct sob in his voice, "I didn't expect that you really... came back! Great! My dear child, you don't know how afraid we are of losing you !"

Colson's limbs seemed to still be chilled by the outside. He leaned on the Grand Duke's shoulders, looking at the murals on the wall in the distance. The merciful angel embraced the Son and smiled. The firelight from the fireplace reflected her face. Her turquoise pair His eyes seemed to be flickering.He whispered, "I'm back, Father..."

The three-month coma made Coulson's physical condition very poor. At this time, the hot spring resort in Kataspo was the best place for him to recuperate. He stayed there until the spring.And during that time, stories about him spread among the various territories, and it almost became a good story. The lonely eldest son who was not valued actually stood up when his beloved second son encountered misfortune, and rescued him regardless of any reward. The brother's life, to the nobles who have long been accustomed to chaotic kinship and unscrupulous power struggles, the young alchemist's resurrection is more like a miracle than his resurrection from the dead.

Even Baron Coors, who was in charge of taking care of him, sighed to him: "If young people today are half as noble as your elder brother, our family will at least be several times more prosperous than it is now."

Coulson could only smile: "Yes, Baron, this is a wonderful expectation."

When he returned to Zhdan's castle again, except for the atrophied muscles during the coma, he still couldn't fully recover his old appearance, but after putting on the dress, he was no different from the previous darling of the social circle.

No matter what Coulson thinks about Sergey, he has to admit that without this titular brother, he should be lying in a coffin now, not standing in a brightly lit hall a few months later Among them, accept the congratulations and temptations of other nobles.Many people expressed interest in Sergey, because Sergey never participated in such occasions, he was an alchemist, and those weird rumors about him also made ordinary nobles stay away, and they didn't even know Molayev. The age of the grand duke's eldest son.But no matter how curious they were, Sergey did not attend any banquets, but no one called him a monster anymore because of this—when this monster showed extraordinary value, people would find reasons for all his actions.

Coulson used to enjoy this kind of event very much, but he became more and more silent day by day. In another banquet, he left early again. Although the noble women felt disappointed, they also sympathized with him.

While walking through the Evergreen Garden, he met Sergey. The moon was bright and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, but the other party did not come to enjoy this.He watched as the man calmly directed the guards to carry the body away from the bushes in a body bag—the same thing Coulson had walked through that day.When Sergey passed by him, he asked, "Where did Milia and Roban go?"

Sergey stopped and looked at him.

"Strange," said Sergey, "I thought you were going to ask me how I managed to get you back from death."

"You just made a deal with them," Coulson said, "at what cost?"

"The god of death is actually just a metaphor... Do you still think there are gods in this world, Coulson?"

"What is the price?" Coulson repeated, emphasizing his tone.

Sergey laughed, "Don't you already know, my brother?"

Coulson's face was pale as snow in the moonlight, but he stared at Sergey with a terribly bright eye, "Tell me the truth, Sergey. You don't want to know what I can do with your hobby. "

Sergey finally hesitated. As the unspoken heir of many people, the handsome young man in front of him obviously possesses much more power than the alchemist who is always not well-off, even if he has received a lot of funding now. The same, "Well, Coulson, I don't understand why you eat a meal and insist on asking that the meat was cut from that animal. In the words of our father, a life as humble as theirs can survive It is an honor to continue your noble status, not to mention, it can also pay for their sins... After all, you died once, and they were the ones who killed you, didn't you?"

Coulson looked at Sergey, he did lose a very short memory, that is the most critical part, about how he encountered an "accident" in the hunting ground, accidentally fell off his horse, and was stabbed by the sharp short knife he carried into the heart, and the wounded prey fell upon him.Miria and Roban are also his brothers, but they are half-brothers in a certain sense, and they are the descendants of extremely disreputable serfs. Although the Grand Duke did not recognize them, he brought them under the protection of the castle and treated them Their attitude and attitude are quite tolerant, and they only ask for their loyalty to Coulson.

"It's witchcraft," he said.

Sergey had waited patiently until now, and Coulson's powerless reaction had little effect on him: "So, are you going to give them back your life?"

Coulson was silent for a moment, "No."

"Then what doubts do you have?" Sergey said.

Coulson stopped talking.He really wanted to live, so it would be hypocrisy to say anything else.

In fact, he didn't have much affection for the two half-brothers, and the blood relationship was not obvious on them. To him, they were more like some high-ranking attendants.From the results of the investigation, Coulson didn't really think that they wanted to murder him, but in the face of life and death, all this was meaningless.

How precious life is, his beautiful and sickly mother left this world with an infinite desire to live, and her influence on them was so great that Coulson would still dream in the middle of the night long after he was an adult Seeing her standing in front of the wooden table with Sergey, holding a sharp knife with her white and slender fingers, cutting open the skin, cutting off blood vessels, blood vessels, and taking out a throbbing heart from the still steaming human body cavity scene.

In the eyes of almost everyone, the grand duchess with long golden hair and blue eyes is a person who deserves the praise of perfection and beauty. The grand duchess loved this beauty so much that he even did not hesitate to start a war for her back then , It's a pity that too pure beauty can't last long.Only a few people know that this beauty who died young was also an alchemist. Although her talent for strength is not obvious, her profound knowledge and natural talent make up for this deficiency.Coulson, too, admired his mother more than anything good, until he discovered that his world was not what he thought it would be.

The mother found him who was so shocked that he couldn't move. She handed the heart to Sergey, who was still a teenager. After washing the blood on his hands in the sink beside him, she turned around and showed Coulson peace. Same smile.

"Dear Coulson, what are you afraid of?"

Her hug was still gentle and fragrant, with a touch of blood mixed with the sweet fragrance, which had a kind of magical power that made people trance.

"It's not a cruel thing," she said, looking at him with almost innocent eyes. "These are people who have made mistakes, and death is their fate."

She listened, and then laughed again, "You ask me what I want? Of course it is to live. I am happy that my child has a healthier body than anyone else, but this is still your life, not mine. Yes. I love you, so I can only think of other ways."

"...does it work?" Coulson couldn't take his eyes off the horrific corpse behind her, and his voice was trembling.

"At least I worked hard for it," said his mother, looking down, stroking his face with cold fingers. "It's a pity. If I could have been given more time, or more... Coulson, You have to know how wonderful it is to be alive."

Coulson didn't know what was in the depths of those eyes like the clear summer sky, and he never wanted to find out.Although his mother's death still caused him pain and grief, he felt anger and disgust when Sergey reappeared in front of him.

Sergey is still continuing his mother's research.

Facing his questioning, Sergey was very calm, "I really don't understand why you should be afraid of such things. Who didn't survive by eating corpses? Humans are the same, both life and death are valuable, Just like all spells and alchemy appear in this world because they are 'useful'. Speaking of which, Coulson, is there something you don't seem to know?"

He looked at Coulson, "With Mrs.'s body, it was impossible for her to conceive any offspring. Do you want to know how she gave birth to you?"

"I don't want to know!" Coulson yelled.

But he knew it after all.