After awakening the memory of the world

He felt the discomfort, but he still endured it. The cold eroded Ji Qingyan's internal organs. He raised his head in a daze, unable to believe that his fate was just as absurd as being treated as a clown on the stage. As for feeling the flame burning all about himself.

Like his own life, as if it had never been worth anything.

In this almost raging sadness, Ji Qingyan finally understood his flaws all the time, the swirling brilliance enveloped him, and in the gentle notes of the lyre, he stretched out his hand and pressed the shining crystals into the pages of the book , the darkness was completely ignited, and everything that was broken was reborn.

At this moment, all these miracles are being performed in front of Ji Qingyan, his vision is blurred, he can hardly distinguish any scene, the color blocks are like melted candies, soaking out his own sweetness Silk thread, so that all boundaries are blurred.

Ji Qingyan's expression still didn't change much, he seemed to be immersed in a fantasy dream, and he didn't want to wake up. He stared at the sky, only then did he seem to realize that the world he lived in changed again, and the drops of water dripped down. The earth fell from the sky, as if it would never end.

A kind of deep fear spread in Ji Qingyan's heart like a haze, and those bright colors quickly disappeared, and the molecules of order were completely wiped out in the air, and only a moment before disappearing, they showed a faint Clue.

A huge roar came from the other side of the mountain range. The tall rock monster had a cold indifference in his eyes, and he swung down the intertwined forest with his rough palm. Shaky, clumsy as if drunk.

On the muddy road, countless vines accelerated their growth rate, and everything out of balance here was fatal enough, even if Ji Qingyan was the master who opened up this neighborhood.

The sky and the earth are turning upside down, the universe has not moved, and the time has not come yet, Ji Qingyan falls into the mirror following the upside-down world, light and darkness alternate, day takes over the throne, Ji Qingyan is stuck in midair, When he looked up at this moment, the ground was so far away from him.

The gentle sound of the piano was still not interrupted by this almost cheating pause, and it was softly attached to the air, passing through the overlapping forests, passing through the sleepy creatures, at any moment.

Ji Qingyan didn't speak, he remained silent, the upward silk thread outlined the traces of the sky, breaking away from the shackles of the earth made him terrified, but soon, he sensed the other party's intentions, at the end of the line, was the voice hovering Indeterminate illness.

Ji Qingyan felt that his body was constantly being drawn to the center. He didn't resist this force, but wrapped the star energy around him silently. The blade is no weaker than iron, and the tip of the blade is facing Ji Qingyan himself.

His expression was gloomy, but at the moment when he fell from the peak, he stretched out his hand and sent the dagger into his neck, Ji Qingyan smiled almost triumphantly, dripping blood poured out from his wound continuously, The splattered blood stained the re-upturned world red.

The temperature is constantly withdrawing from Ji Qingyan's body, he can feel the cold eroding his body calmly, his expression is tired, as if he has come to an end, but he still smiles, his His voice was hoarse, but it seemed relieved.

"I'm really...enough with this world."

Ji Qingyan's perspective was completely immersed in the darkness. He didn't want people to see his scars. In the huge crack, he opened his eyes again, and Ji Qingyan stretched out his hand to touch it without changing expression. Touching his neck, there are only hideous scars, and the pain has long since disappeared.

It seems that the process of life is constantly accelerating here. Whether it is death or rebirth, only the illness can not take away the cured pain. This scar still exists. Ji Qingyan showed a smile, and the cold ice crystals continued to flow from the iteration of the air. emerge.

Beyond the unfinished words, the noisy singing resounded more and more into the sky. Ji Qingyan stared at the invisible everything, and in the process of constant exploration, stretched out his hand to grasp the cold ice, and the sharp blade appeared in his hand again. Ji Qingyan Qing Yan lowered the tip of the knife slowly, and once again touched his own neck.

He sent the tip of the knife in almost without hesitation, but it was blocked by a layer of gentle force, and a figure soon appeared in front of Ji Qingyan, that terrifying shadow, like words in a dream , seemed to be telling Ji Qingyan something.

But Ji Qingyan couldn't understand what the other party was talking about at all, the dagger in his hand quickly turned into snowflakes and fell, his face was still blank, as if he was asking why the other party wanted to stop him, Ji Qingyan's black eyes seemed to be covered with heavy snow.

At a certain moment, Luoxue was about to crush all of Ji Qingyan and buried him in the deepest part. His expression was in a trance, and his black eyes were filled with a little helplessness. He said : "Are you playing the piano?"

Just the right question, those eyes are like a color palette that has been soaked, no matter what color it is, it is not surprising, the zero temperature quickly disappeared again, and in the status quo that has not changed, he smiled softly , seemed to want to reach out and touch the black shadow.

Taking a few steps back in the opposite direction, he still scribbled an answer to Ji Qingyan with that obscure dreamy gibberish. The curse marks extending outward made Ji Qingyan's eyebrows slightly raised, and he laughed. The atmosphere became more and more peaceful.

In his dark eyes, the doubts he had quickly disappeared, leaving only sporadic silence wrapped inside. Ji Qingyan looked at the black shadow, and slowly raised his right arm. The golden red inscriptions quickly emerged upwards.

"I belong in the mud, so you won't hold my hand?" Ji Qingyan asked.

The black shadow paused, and he put the memory in Ji Qingyan's hands, and the gloomy picture was constantly displayed in front of Ji Qingyan, whether it was Savilona's gentle face or those cold eyes. All the purple eyes were shaken out together.

"A person who has always been rebellious will restrain his sharp minions when he has a weakness," Swilona said with emotion.

They passed through Xiweiluona's eyes, and went to the deeper memories. The records were broken, and the force of the transcription gradually slowed down. Under the breeze, the familiar Office of the Supervision Bureau appeared in Ji Qingyan's before.

Those noisy noises are about to pull Ji Qingyan into the deep sea, those silent darkness and pain, the suffocation feeling keeps surging upwards, Ji Qingyan wants to vomit, but it seems to be strangled by the throat, he He could not hear his own voice, nor could he hear the laughter around him.

Those malice made him feel cold, as well as the unscattered frost and snow, as if an extremely important piece of the puzzle was missing, but Ji Qingyan couldn't muster up the courage to look for it again.

He couldn't escape his own haze. Ji Qingyan knew who Savilona was talking about, and he also understood that fragility cannot be changed. Ji Qingyan struggled to break free from the deep sea, but when he looked up, he didn't even A glimmer of light also dissipated.

He was not the miracle that was expected, Ji Qingyan opened his hands slightly, as if waiting for a hug that would never come.

The icy darkness enveloped him, Ji Qingyan heard the sound of the ocean, the rushing current seemed to be accelerating, he sank, but couldn't see the seabed for a long time.

Soon, Ji Qingyan realized that he was not in the sea, and his body was not even stained with a little water, but all the embarrassment was imprinted in Ji Qingyan's mind, making him tremble involuntarily, and the cold sweat almost To soak his back.

The maze of memory has no end, he was trapped here looking for that extremely crucial key over and over again, Ji Qingyan pursed his lips slightly, his expression sinking into a feeling of collapse, those sad things hadn't left him yet , still watching their existence in the corner.

That black shadow silently guarded in front of Ji Qingyan, erratic, like a candle, Ji Qingyan had an inexplicable premonition that the one who spoke could be on the other party.

But Ji Qingyan was not in a hurry, he just thought of that suddenly, and smiled softly, but the shimmering light in the sky began to show a sign of impending collapse, this feeling was not very good, and Ji Qingyan Felt a little unfriendly.

The rain fell again, and the water pool gradually spread up. The rise of the water level made the wet ground deposit and turned into a river bed. Ji Qingyan controlled the star energy, and the ice condensed into a mountain peak, constantly elevating his position. The black shadow It's like it's about to disappear.

In the falling rain, the dark shadow seemed to become more and more transparent. Ji Qingyan used ice to condense a canopy, but the ever-falling temperature made Ji Qingyan's hands turn purple from the cold. He wrapped his already thin clothes tightly, and continued to wait for the passage of time.

Excellent hunters are always good at seizing the opportunity.

When the black shadow was about to dissipate, Ji Qingyan stood up quickly, his folded hands were wrapped with silver-white star energy, and the cracks broke from under his feet, but Ji Qingyan didn't look panicked, but looked like He smiled provocatively.

As if no one could hinder his will, Ji Qingyan fell from the broken ice into another layered dream. In , he sees a lyre at the end of the world.

The silent air is still spreading, and the god with the laurel crown on his head sits quietly on the ground, existing like a sculpture, his eyes are so sad that people feel heartbroken, he no longer plucks the strings, because he aware of his own mortality.

"Olufi..." Ji Qingyan heard his hoarse voice, he looked at the name engraved on the lyre, and began to discern the words on the mural bit by bit.

He didn't look at it for too long, because the overlapping cages turned into strange worlds one after another, and soon submerged the place where Ji Qingyan was, and the water slowly filled all the space, but he didn't feel any discomfort It felt as if even breathing had been completely abandoned by him.

His strength is so powerful that it seems that he can flatten everything in front of him in just an instant. Strange thoughts are constantly eroding Ji Qingyan's body, and his thoughts are also as silent as a broken belt, tearing down all the time. It is surrounded by Ji Qingyan.

But he no longer felt the cold, instead he felt more awake, Ji Qingyan pursed his lips slightly, the expression on his face didn't change, it seemed that He glanced around normally.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that the silver-blue inscription on his wrist and the lyre had begun to resonate, and the complicated ancient text was scattered on the body of the lyre, and the gray color completely disappeared.

[The author has something to say: A friend made a new cover for me, I hope everyone likes it, and you can see it after the review O(∩_∩)O]