Vodai Ecstasy

21

"I'll ask again, are you really unwilling to go back with me?"

In the thick fog, Daiyu seemed to vaguely hear a gorgeously dressed woman asking herself.The voice seemed to be angry and sighed, she opened her mouth, but couldn't make any sound.

"You can think clearly? This is far from being obsessed with this world. There is no entanglement between my world and the other world, but now I am confused by this variable. The past and the future are already connected. If you insist on this, you will never live forever. Out of this cycle of fate!"

The woman's voice was not loud, but it sounded like a talisman to urge her to die. Daiyu felt her head aching like a splitting headache. She almost had the thought of walking forward when another man's voice came from behind her.

"Don't."

Her voice was low, not unpleasant, nor cold, but Daiyu suddenly trembled, and the steps she was about to take stopped in place.

"He didn't really come here." The dazzling jewels on the woman's body became more and more misty and unreal in the mist. With the appearance of the man's figure, her voice unconsciously became anxious.

"Don't leave me."

The man's voice gradually became clearer, and it seemed to turn into the willful roar of a child again: "Don'tgo! Youpromised!"

Daiyu paused, and wanted to turn around, but was stopped by Jinghuan again.

"Fool! He has done a lot of evil and will suffer the consequences. Why do you bother to perish life after life for this heartless and ungrateful person?"

Daiyu was stunned for a moment, only to hear the voice behind her change back to the familiar boyish tone, but the tone had turned into pleading: "Dai, please..."

This was hardly the tone she was familiar with from him, Daiyu turned her head in shock, but was caught in the endless black tide at that moment.

Jing Huan's last cry was not heard after all.

The girl woke up suddenly from the warm mattress.

"woke up?"

The man's voice came faster than her consciousness.What catches the eye is the mattress with emerald patterns, the complicated patterns, and the veil of the same color hanging.Sunlight pours into the room through the slender windows, and the room is filled with the warm and fragrant atmosphere of morning light.Daiyu lowered her head slightly, but she still couldn't wait for the memory to come back, but unexpectedly, she heard her own voice and called out "Tom" softly, as if she was very familiar with this person who had lifted the curtain.

The man in front of him has curly black hair, his facial features are as deep as a knife and an axe, and they are also carefully groomed by the most skilled masters in the world. The turning point of every contour is just right, no more, no less, perfect Like a classical marble sculpture.Under the slender eyelashes is a deeper pupil color, which clearly reflects his own face that is different from his at this moment.

The delicate and slightly misty face looks very familiar, but it doesn't look like herself.

"Are you awake? Did you sleep well?"

The man reached out and stroked her cheek familiarly, as if he had seriously confirmed her sleeping condition, leaned forward and kissed her eyelids lightly, then took her into his arms and comforted her: "It's just a dream, with me it's here."

She felt herself flinch, but she didn't completely reject the man's affection.The brain was empty again until the man pushed over a dining table.

"Are you hungry? Eat something first."

The food is not so exquisite, but it is rare in the war years of food shortage. What's more, when it is served, it exudes milk fragrance, which can really arouse people's appetite. The coffee with the meal is more fragrant, and the floating latte art Almost dizzying.She turned to look at Tom beside her, only to feel that the icy breath on his body was suddenly as strong and compelling as a long-lasting men's perfume.

"Why don't you drink something to warm your stomach first?"

Tom was so intent on picking up the cup of coffee that he missed her probing eyes.Daiyu lowered her eyes, and the intoxicating coffee had already been served in front of her.

She obediently reached out to take it, but there was a moment of inexplicable hesitation in her heart.

It was only for a moment.

The girl drank the well-made coffee at last, and Tom breathed a calm breath.At this moment, the cry of an owl seemed to be heard from downstairs.Daiyu continued to sip her breakfast as if she had never heard of it. Tom looked at her seriously for a while before kissing her gently on the side of the cheek: "I'll be right back."

After all, the whole person floated down like a gust of wind.

Even though it was a wooden step, he could not make any sound.

The sun was still shining brightly, Daiyu mechanically swallowed the food in her mouth, and her eyes, which were always breathtaking, were now as foggy as if stained with clouds.

Riddle tore open the sealed letter in his hand, rubbed the fluff of the wild goose that was somewhat messy due to the long flight, and had to be careful not to be bitten by this ungrateful owl. Only then did he wave his hand to drive it out.

This behavior is really not a kind master.

Although it is also considered to be on the Mediterranean coast, probably due to the small number of people in the mountains, the summer courtyard can be called cool.I don't know if this family is really afraid of the cold, but the fire in the fireplace has never been extinguished. The weak flame lingers on the pale ashes, but it never burns out.

Riddle read the letter in his hand, the words on it were respectful but more and more scribbled, all telling his most loyal servants' confusion and worry about his master who suddenly disappeared, and incidentally reporting on the activities of the Dark Lord The situation... Thanks to their sincere broadcast, he has been hiding here for more than two months, but he hasn't missed too many latest developments in the wizarding world.It's just that the ending of these letters is the same.The young man raised his hand, and the paper in his hand fluttered onto the fire.The originally weak flame devoured the fresh ingredients greedily, and suddenly showed a gluttonous appearance, but the enzymatic varnish that had been solidified on the envelope suddenly burst out with a handful of fluorescent green cold light, which was keenly captured by Riddle. , he frowned, but the cold light disappeared in an instant, as if everything was just his illusion.

Angelik actually used this kind of tracking magic.

Riddle frowned and looked out of the window. The sun had already risen, and the morning mist had all dispersed. The foot of the sky was a vast and free blue, and the distant mountains were a green blue. The shepherd in the field was still driving his flock without haste , everything is no different from the previous morning.Thinking of this, the young man tenderly glanced upstairs.

She hasn't come down yet, so she doesn't know if he needs his help to fasten those complicated buttons.

He used to dislike the exaggerated and complicated designs of those women's clothes, but when he put them on for her, he took a serious look at those Muggle designers in his heart, and each set was very suitable for her, probably because it was she.

The young man's gradually deep eyes were disturbed by the unexpected knock on the door, and he frowned displeasedly. Although he probably knew which stupid Muggle was standing outside the door, he still couldn't help but have the urge to let the door roll away.

Opening the wooden door, it was indeed the expected little carrot head.

The little flower-delivering girl struggled to hold up a bouquet of delicate and beautiful roses, and greeted in a low voice: "Good morning, Mr. Lin, here are the flowers you ordered."

The man's complexion didn't improve at all because of the little girl's innocent look, he just frowned deeper, and said in a colder voice: "You're late."

"Yes, sir." The little girl murmured uneasily, "I'm sorry, sir, the alarm went off for a long time last night, and my mother was very scared..." As she spoke, she lifted the flower in her hand higher .The thin arms didn't seem to be used to such a long time of lifting, and they trembled slightly at the moment.

Riddle still didn't take her bouquet, and he cruelly refused in an unreasonable tone: "You're already late, I'm not interested in the reason."

After finishing speaking, he didn't linger on the little girl again, but turned around and wanted to close the door.

A thin, pale but powerful hand gripped the doorframe tightly, and a familiar laugh came from under the wide cloak: "But I'm not late."

Angéric turned his head to look at the little girl, waved his wand, and the little girl put down the flowers and left with a dazed look.He turned his head and smiled, "I thought you would like those roses."

"Don't like being patched by magic."

Riddle also turned his head to look at the bright red bouquet on the ground, and took out his wand.But in a short while those flowers withered and withered, and some leaves were even stained with dark red blood.

Angelik shrugged. He naturally didn't expect such a trick to confuse Riddle's judgment. If it wasn't for the burnt wax and the little girl who sent flowers at regular intervals to activate the hidden magic of the house at the right time, he might It will take some more time to find out exactly where this "master" is hiding.He looked at Riddle, who was still firmly guarding the door, and smiled again: "I haven't been repaired by magic, can't you let me in for a cup of tea, Lord?"

The blond boy bit the last word very hard, and the ending sound couldn't tell whether it was resentment or obsession.

"So you're going to threaten me?"

Riddle sneered and tilted his head: "It seems that this vacation has made you grow."

Angelik was noncommittal to the ridicule, and said calmly: "Thank you for your compliment, I will definitely work harder and not hold you back."

"What do you want?" Riddle impatiently interrupted the man in front of him.

Angelik looked up, pursed his lips and said, "I want to have a cup of tea at 'Mr. Lin''s house, although it's a little earlier for afternoon tea, but I believe Mrs. Lin won't mind. When he said this, he pulled out that sinister smile again, and his whole person looked like a vulture ready to spread its wings to prey at any time.

Riddle followed his gaze and looked up. His girl had already put on her skirt and walked to the window sill at some point, and she was fascinated by a single yellow rose stretching and swaying in mid-air on the window sill.

He turned his gaze back to face Angelik, whose muscles were tense in front of him. He suddenly pulled out a familiar smile, and his tone returned to his usual modesty and politeness: "Of course not, please come in."