[Comprehensive] Misfortune

—Your eyes are the lake in which my soul trembles, and my hordes of dreams, seeking relief, plunge into the depths of your gaze.

(Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil")

This is the time when the scenery of Muye Village is the best. The dense forest in midsummer is layered with different shades of green. Borrowing the brightness and enthusiasm of the sun, it is not so much a dark green anaconda as it is a green jade stone with tentacles. temperature.

The birds chirped crisply, the running water tinkled, and the cool wind blew the clouds and leaves, complaining loudly and turning around to kiss the girl's hair.

All of these were nothing compared to the poison that flowed from the blood-red eyes. [1]

That is a gorgeous and compelling color, that is the top appearance, and that is the limit of imagination.

For a moment you even wonder if what you see is real.

The clover-colored inside is covered with a red feather weaving. The red is so right that it makes people dizzy.The clear field of vision was occupied by the red, and the surrounding things suddenly became blurred, only the figure was exceptionally clear, and even the slight tremor of the eyelashes turning in different directions could be seen in the eyes, like a spider thread being caught by a huge force. The strength came out, and suddenly pierced my heart. The pain was delayed, followed by emptiness and longing that swept across the sky.

The mind and the body were no longer in sync, until the spider web wound tightly around the entire heart, every beat was difficult and violent, the blood was so hot that it almost burned the skin, the red gradually turned into the girl's eyes, the It is a place where even the sun is nostalgic.

Everyone finds himself in those eyes.

Never imagined it could be so beautiful.

such beauty...

Miracle……

fear……

I can't breathe anymore...

wrong……

Even the heartbeat has stopped...

Miss Yuzi?

This is Miss Yuzi?

Miss Yuzi!

gosh...

By gods...

Swear by all things visible and invisible strong and weak...

Swear by 800 million gods...

I swear in the name of the Son of God...

Sakurai Yuko turned around in a circle, and the smile on her lips became more and more obvious. Finally, Sakurai Yuko faced Oizumi who was protected behind the human wall with only one head exposed, and her slender body leaned softly on the chair. On her back, Sakurai Yuko slowly opened the folding fan in her hand.

Sakurai Yuko looked at Oizumi.

Oizumi knew that Sakurai Yuko was watching him.

"Miss Yuko...Miss Yuko!" Oizumi suddenly stretched out his hand in the direction of Sakurai Yuko, his eyes burst into a warm light, which made Sakurai Yuko hurt.

Sakurai Yuko fanned the folding fan slowly, and the smile slowly climbed from the corners of the mouth to the cheeks, and then to the corners of the eyes and brows. Finally, the whole person seemed to be soaked in a spring of joy, brimming with pure and innocent joy.

"Master Oizumi!"

Sakurai Yuko increased the volume to make sure that Oizumi could hear, so the dead soldiers who were fighting between life and death were also attracted by Sakurai Yuko. Leng and the enemy's body inertia had half of their heads cut off, and the remaining half was still in a daze, making an appearance of being about to be obsessed but too late.

The fighting also stopped silently, like many people's thoughts stopped.

Gaara took the opportunity to grab Oizumi and threw Oizumi's fat body at Sakurai Yuko's feet.

Yu Maxin still looked at Sakurai Yuko, he had never seen Sakurai Yuko so happy.

Yu Maxin has never been so deeply aware of his love for Sakurai Yuko like this moment.

He loved the way she smiled amidst the chaos.

A bodhisattva was born on the battlefield where corpses lay all over the field, and the scorching sun coated her with golden light.

Faith has never been about good or evil.

Faith is more extreme than love, so extreme that Yu Maxin wants to cut off Oizumi's head with his own hands, right here, at this moment.

Believers should offer sacrifices for their faith.

No?

Oizumi was thrown hard, he had never been treated like this before, he was in a cold sweat from the pain, and his facial muscles were all tangled together.In a trance, he found a color appeared in his vision.

It was an extremely bright color, red like fire, red like blood, red like the gemstone he once gave to Sakurai Yuko.

Oizumi struggled to raise his head, and he saw Sakurai Yuko facing the light, showing him a smile full of children's laughter.

The moment he saw that smile, Oizumi saw the days and nights he spent with Sakurai Tamako.In the half a year since Sakurai Yuko left him, he chewed on these memories repeatedly, materialized them with words and pictures, and filled the empty palace.

No matter where he goes, no matter whether he opens his eyes or closes his eyes, even in his dream is Sakurai Yuko, he almost thought that Sakurai Yuko was still by his side, staring at everything about him with her empty eyes .

Oizumi knew that Sakurai Yuko was a child. She was a child in the first place, and now she is only a girl.

Children are easily seduced.

When he can exchange a gem for Sakurai Tamako's smiling face, he can exchange for more things.

If you can't change it, then lure the child to take the initiative to walk by your side.

Children like novelty things, they are always easy to be tempted, deceived and hurt...

No one in this world knows Sakurai Tamako better than him, and no one is more qualified to own Sakurai Tamako than him.

Absolutely impossible!

and so……

and so……

Miss Yuzi...

please……

come back with me...

whatever you want...

"You will give me whatever I want, right? You have said this countless times, Oizumi-sama."

Sakurai Yuko's voice came from above, and Oizumi realized that he had spoken his heart unconsciously.

Once again trying to lift his heavy head for some unknown reason, Oizumi saw Sakurai Yuko's face shamelessly touched by the bright sun, exuding a more alluring brilliance.

Leprechaun.

witch.

There is a king who is burdened by a peerless witch.

There was a witch who made a vow to bring disaster to the country and the people.

Oizumi's consciousness gradually dissipated, and before his consciousness completely dissipated, he heard the restless movement, which was from those civilians who finally recovered their senses.

Oizumi's face on the ground felt that even the ruthless land was trembling deeply for the crowd rushing towards Sakurai Yuko.

He really wanted to get angry and say you bastards go away, goug out your eyes for me, Miss Yuzi is his own flower...

He can't do it.

Before Oizumi's consciousness completely dissipated, he heard Sakurai Yuko's voice, like a rivet, the voice of Sakurai Yuko deeply embedded in his soul word by word.

"I want your head, I want your head, I want your head, Oizumi-sama, give me your head, you once gave me a suet jade plate, you want me to dance on it, Now I want to use it to hold your head, Oizumi-sama, I want your head."

Like a child begging for candy, Miss Tamako made demands on the man who swore to fulfill all her wishes.

- I can give you everything.

—Then I want your head.