[Comprehensive] Where did I wear today

When the sky fell, Ling Huan skillfully used spells to rescue the panicked little monsters and brought them to a safe place. The ground split under Ling Huan's feet, and the moment Ling Huan flew up, magma gushed out. And came out, turbulently wanting to devour everything.

This is not the first time I have seen this scene like the end of the world. From being a bystander at the beginning to experiencing it personally now, Ling Huan has long known how to deal with it perfectly.

Even though he knew it wasn't a real scene and couldn't change anything now, Ling Huan still couldn't just watch the lives passing by before his eyes. He tried his best to save every life that was within reach and seemed to be far away in the sky.

He has long forgotten how he came here, his memory has become blurred, he can no longer see the heavy thoughts and feelings in his heart, and he even has to forget himself.

He ran, avoiding every danger, crossing every dangerous situation, and suddenly looked back, only to find a familiar figure struggling to fall to the ground that suddenly collapsed.

So, in such a sudden, vague memory, that person suddenly lit up.

He recognized him immediately.

"Xiamu!" With an exclamation, Ling Huan shot out like an arrow off the string and hugged the falling Natsume.

"You are... Ling Huan!" Xia Mu looked at Ling Huan in surprise.

Ling Huan: "Why are you here?"

Natsume didn't know either, he remembered that he was still squatting outside the courtyard, but when he came back to his senses, he was standing on a land full of ruins, the sky was falling apart, the sun and the moon were dark, he was running around in a daze, in distress, and then he saw Ling joyous.

After Ling Huan confirmed that Natsume was real, he couldn't be left alone in this harsh environment.The ground is full of dangers, Ling Huan can only hold Xia Mu in his arms and fly into the sky, occasionally dodging the thunder and lightning.

"Sorry to trouble you." Natsume said guiltily.

Ling Huan blinked, looked at Natsume and laughed, he stopped in the air, pointing at the little monsters scrambling below.Once the little monster was injured or died, it gradually disappeared and disintegrated into the air like a bubble, "You see, this is not a real world, except that neither of us is real."

"So, you saved me."

Ling Huan: "Don't look at me like this, I seem to be very powerful. In fact, I have died several times just now. Every death will bring great unimaginable pain." Every death seems to take away part of his memory , He looked at the expression on Natsume's face and smiled slightly, "I don't want you to suffer like this, so I will teach you how to survive in this world."

"I..." Natsume opened his mouth, but found that he really had no spiritual power but couldn't use it, so he couldn't help Ling Huan. He changed his words, "I will work hard!"

Ling Huan flew away with Natsume far away. He has cycled through this world several times, and he knows that there is only one place that will not be affected until that day comes.

"Don't be too nervous, these are very simple things, easy to learn. It's just that the world keeps repeating, and I don't know how to end it."

They stopped in front of a cave, lit a flame with their fingertips, and Ling Huan led Natsume into it. The cave was deep and narrow, and the sound of the world collapsing outside was completely isolated, only the sound of water dripping in their ears.

I don't know how long it took before the light appeared.

After walking to the end, what appeared in front of us was a huge palace, which was majestic and magnificent, with a heavy and profound sense of history.This palace is like this, as if drifting down from the eternal river, standing here quietly, watching everything that happened, lonely and sad.

Ling Huan led Xia Mu to step on the stone floor engraved with vicissitudes, and came to the front of the hall.

The door of the empty palace was closed, and there was a complex symbol on the huge plaque, whether it was a pattern or a font. It was not any font that Ling Huan had seen before, but he knew the word—naked, that was Li Sheng’s race name.

He led Natsume and knelt in front of the hall, whispering something, kowtowed, his forehead hit the ground, making a touch sound.

Seeing him kowtow, Xia Mu didn't know why, but he kowtowed three times.

"Bang bang bang" knocked very real and hard.

Ling Huan stood up and pulled Natsume up as well. He patted Natsume's forehead, looked at his smooth and intact forehead and explained, "The things I want to give you are learned from here." Ling Huan crooked Head, "Probably, although I made the decision privately, I still want to inform them."

They found a grocery room with nothing in it, went to hug two quilts and spread them on the floor, and stayed here like this.

For Ling Huan, the knowledge that is clear at a glance is very unfriendly to Natsume. Natsume has to memorize it by rote every day, and then let Ling Huan explain it to him, and give him a little bit of understanding and integration.

In this kind of getting along, time passes like a fleeting moment, and inadvertently, the world has restarted three times.

Including the number of restarts before Natsume came, it has reached nine times.

Nine is a dangerous number.To destroy, or to save, that depends.

Natsume carefully controlled his body to avoid the attack. The kung fu he practiced was specially selected by Ling Huan, which is more suitable for human beings, and he is now proficient in using it.

He and Ling Huan stood high in the sky, the mountains in the distance collapsed like pillars of the sky, and the sky fire was approaching on the top of the canyon.

This is a piece of land that stands in the sky, and it cannot go up to the sky or down to the ground.

In the last restart, the two of them had already explored the land to one side, and there was nothing but nothingness. This time, they kept their eyes on the sky rolling with boundless black clouds.

The two avoided the hot magma that erupted, and the smoke and dust filled the entire sky. There was something in the smoke and dust. After a while, their eyes were blurred and they could only find the direction and fly upwards to face the thunder.

The sky was so far away, the air was so cold, and with his hair flapping behind his head, Ling Huan suddenly thought, what would happen if he didn't fight?

Will it disappear without a sound like those little monsters?

Ling Huan laughed, admitting fate is not his style.

A long howl came out of his mouth, and the whole person flew upwards even faster, the howling sound was clear and clear, spreading across the entire continent.

The fleeing little beings listened to their footsteps at this moment. They raised their heads and listened attentively. The whistling sound spread round and round, and the earth collapsed instantly, engulfing them.

Their bodies disappeared little by little, feet, legs, bodies, the corners of their mouths that were about to disappear, finally, finally.That person is coming back.

At that moment, the faces of those monsters with different shapes seemed to become the same, and they merged into one face.

What is above the nine heavens?

God?

Or the person behind the scenes?

Ling Huan and Natsume had made countless plans, but when they actually faced them, they were still beyond their expectations.

The huge magic circle exudes a warm and bright light, countless treasures are placed at the foot of the formation, but in the eye of the formation is a roster, a book that Natsume is very familiar with.

"Book of Friends?!"

As if in agreement, the account of friends began to flip quickly, it stopped, a page stood in the air, and the black breath appeared and turned into a figure.

The Book of Friends has summoned the monsters recorded in it!

Ling Huan was startled, and found that he and Natsume had joined the battle at some point.

Murderous intentions flickered, countless wind blades and summoned monsters attacked the two together, and the two were forced to separate while dodging. Looking back, countless thorns and vines soaring into the sky have completely blocked the line of sight.

Ling Huan dodged and turned around, only to find himself standing in front of a classroom with his schoolbag on his back.

The voice of laughter kept coming from the classroom, "Natsume is a fool"

"He looked at me with horror yesterday, did he think that I would pay more attention to him?"

"I think he's kind of disgusting"

"I'm tired of hearing these words even if he doesn't get tired of saying them"

"He's an orphan, is it because his parents don't want him?"

"If I had such a terrible child I wouldn't dare to have it"

"I hate liars, or really low-level lies"

Ling Huan was at a loss, what were they talking about?Are you talking about me?

His figure and face began to change, and when he looked again, there was no Ling Huan, it was clearly the young Natsume.With flaxen hair, the delicate little face is full of sadness and pain.

He pushed open the door forcefully, and the door frame slammed against the wall with a loud sound, and the noisy sound stopped abruptly.

He walked in with big strides, stood on the podium, and pushed the teacher who indulged these students but wanted to scold him off the podium. He looked at the teacher who couldn't see his face and sneered, "Why? Isn't it very pleasant to say it?" ? Let me hear it together."

Countless words poured into his throat, but he didn't stop them, those words were unrestrained, those thoughts had nothing to hide, "I am an orphan, but it doesn't mean that my parents don't love me, on the contrary, I believe my parents Better than most of the parents in this room!"

"Do you think it's great to bully an orphan? Or do you only get pleasure from bullying the orphan?"

"It's ugly, your faces?"

"It is said that children are angels, so do you think angels would say things like yours? That's a devil!"

Ling Huan looked up at the people who couldn't see their faces clearly, and said loudly, "You are a group of demons!"

demon--

demon--

magic--

The spiritual power spread with Ling Huan's words, and everything was torn to pieces by the sudden violent wind.

Standing in the wind, Natsume smiled back at him, "Thank you."

We made different choices, so we faced different lives.

An inexplicable scene appeared in front of his eyes, Ling Huan saw Natsume turned into himself, standing at the door of the hospital, holding the terminally ill diagnosis and treatment report in his hand.

Unlike him, despite struggling, Natsume still chose to take the report back and told everyone. He believed that everyone, as a family member, had the right to know the information.

He watched Natsume actively cooperating with the treatment, and their company was not affected by it. Instead, his aggravation of the disease made everyone work harder—to earn medical expenses for him.

Natsume struggled and dragged on year after year. He smiled every day with strength and effort, and walked over to the year when Ling Huan died alone in the apartment. He waited until his illness was overcome and his health returned.

Ling Huan smiled, tears streaming down suddenly.

He thought he was the strong one, but now he realized that he was just wishful thinking. It turned out that in the eyes of everyone, he was the cowardly one.

He smiled at Natsume, piercing through a trace of haze brilliantly: "I, I should say thank you."

The author has something to say:

Ling Huan is actually a cowardly person. He didn't know how everyone in the orphanage would treat him when he was terminally ill, whether they would abandon him and betray him, so he chose to hide everything and bear it alone; it was the same in Suishan at that time. The ambiguous words may also be a misunderstanding, but he was afraid of being betrayed or the sadness of trust being wrongly paid, so he withdrew his trust and feelings instead of choosing a brave confrontation.