[Rebirth Fantasy] Seven Dragons

In the twilight, the thin figure was reclining on the bed with arms propped up, clear and straight collarbone line, round shoulders half covered with pure white silk cloth, long black hair poured down the shoulders on the chest, and then down. ... The waist, hips, legs, and slender bare feet are soaked in color and holiness in the half cover of pure white cloth.

Two similar beautiful pictures are intertwined in sight, one is reality and the other is painting.

It's all Wei.

Mesaka holds a paintbrush and paints quietly.

The painting utensils were sundries that Joe and the others robbed. They were probably belongings of a traveling painter. They had been used but had been well maintained. They were piled up in the warehouse and ignored.It was inadvertently turned out by Messaka and used.

When you are upset, you will always want to do something to calm yourself down.On the matter of absorbing new residents, after seeing more new things, new impressions overlapped with those old impressions of "red", which made Mesaka's mood a little messy, without the firmness of the past , like, distressed, and inexplicable resistance, until now there are signs of being at a loss.

More than half a month has passed, the trust and warmth between each other, the hard work and sweat day after day, the occasional leisure and leisure, the persistence of survival, and... the indifference of killing -- living here , Mesaca and Victoria, watching the lives of these familiar strangers around them.

"I don't want people who are used to killing people to enter Avaya, but Joe and the others..." Mesaka hesitated to speak, paused the brush in his hand, "Actually, I didn't think so much. , I have thought about some big things, because I can't get used to it... But what I really want to do is those things that I can see."

The dust was floating in the dim light, reflecting Wei's black eyes with a little tiredness, "I have thought about how many bad things have happened in this world, and I have thought that I have the ability to think about changing some things, but more In fact, I still think about the people around me and the people I know, so that they can all live well. After all, even if someone tells me now how many people are starving and how many people...cannibalize...didn't watch it I don’t think about it for too long.”

After all, people's hearts are neither hot nor cold, but mostly warm.

"So I came, but hesitated. People who are used to killing..."

Wei lay on her back and listened to what Mesaka said, sighed, and persuaded: "Aim, you care too much about the affairs of Xincheng..."

"Huh?" Mesaka didn't understand, and looked at Wei suspiciously.

After a pause, Wei turned her head slightly, and said, "Avayala, whether it's the starting place or the new hope, it's just a place after all. There can't be a completely pure place. Kill Extraordinary people, people who are used to killing people, will have a different mental state from ordinary people, but no one here is willing to kill... I can't live with Avaya, in fact, I don't need it Such a tangled thing.”

Speaking of this, Wei's voice softened, as gentle as a gentle veil, "Those who are willing to be ordinary people, those who can be ordinary people, just be ordinary people. No, the new city also needs guards, We need some people who do dirty work...I know that you want to leave those things to the undead without individual consciousness, but there are some things that people can't avoid The people here, the popular people, actually have no qualifications or disqualifications from the very beginning. Except for a very small number of crazy people, the vast majority of people, as long as it is a place, they should have the freedom to live. Instead of picking someone...

Aim, Avaya is not your child. "

At the end of the talk, Wei said something that could almost be called a proverb in a gentle tone.

"Child..." Mesaka was silent for a long time before laughing in a low voice: "I was stunned by this matter... My heart is full of various emotions. , I always feel that if I don’t do something, I can’t vent it, and when I try to do it, I don’t care about my surroundings.”

He smiled, and couldn't help but continue to laugh as he spoke, the laughter seemed to be relaxed but really chilled with loneliness, "Avayala is not my child..."

The lingering rhyme of the laughter dissipated in the dim light, and the corners of the mouth that were slightly raised bitterly hadn't let go yet, Mesaka calmed down and glanced at Wei, "A person who would be lectured by Wei on this aspect, who is obsessed with one thing It's always been Wei..."

"You." Wei smiled reproachfully and gouged out Mesaka's eyes, "You seem to be quite proud of this matter, don't you?"

"Of course." Mesaka blinked her eyes, "How could I not be proud of being so desperately sought after by my elder sister?"

The happiness and pity hidden in the half-joke slightly swayed in the air, Mesaka smiled childishly at Wei with his tongue out.

"Then, Aimee will give me a baby." A bewitching voice came from beside her ear, and Wei, who was only wearing a piece of pure white silk cloth, put her body on Mesaka's side, her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed close to Mesaka's. card cheeks,

"This is really not an easy task..." Holding a paintbrush, Mesaka leaned back into Wei's arms and said along the topic.

Regardless of the extremely low reproductive capacity of the legendary powerhouses, even in this fantasy world, having children of the same sex is extremely difficult.But since ancient times, those with high powers have done many research experiments in order to reproduce their offspring, and have also passed down some forbidden techniques for reproduction, but there is always a price for any forbidden technique.

"Those forbidden techniques are not desirable, but the tree of life of the elves has the mysterious power to breed life. Maybe we can consider going there."

Mesaka frowned and looked at Wei: "Are you serious?"

Those trees of life have been placed in the elves for so many years and have not been forcibly taken by foreigners. The background of a long-lived race that has never experienced genocide disasters is machine terror.

"It's just a joke." Wei, who had posted it, kissed Messaka directly, without saying a word.

Passively accepting the lingering love from Wei, Mesaka realized that she had made Wei a little lonely after all during this period of time.

After finishing those arrangements earlier, it's time to go home... Isabel in the north...

However, in the [-]th year of the Seven Dragons, what happened when those familiar and unfamiliar people were entangled with silk threads was unexpected.

"Fresh air, Saka's world..." A petite girl wrapped in tight warm clothes suddenly appeared somewhere in the south, squinting her nose and sniffing the air, only showing her red face and staring at a pair of bright eyes. Hei Mou looked further south.

Cuddling each other, squeezed in the carriage in the cold wind to absorb each other's warmth, the carriage is very big, only two people feel more spacious, and the blood scattered on the carriage, let the companions in other carriages take with them The attitude of fear and disgust keeps a respectful distance here.

"Nanai..." The weaker voice was hoarse with enduring pain, and the petite one of the two raised his head and looked at the woman who had been hugging him with his golden eyes wide open, with a cowardly expression.

The woman called Nana came back to herself in a trance, and when she saw the girl's expression, she skillfully took out the dagger from her waist, cut her palm and handed it to the girl.

"Nanai..." It was cold, it was the girl who was crying again, the discomfort of being sucked, the pain of being gnawed, her limp body twitched and twitched due to the pain, leaning against the wall of the carriage.

And after the girl finished eating, Nana's gnawed exposed hand bones grew granulation at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the granulation writhed disgustingly and sewed together.

Super fast regeneration.A witch cursed from birth.Nana stared blankly at the roof of the car, she didn't know why she was still alive, as live feed, live feed for the saint.

"Nai Nai..." The girl curled up in her arms kept crying again, she was always like this, she kept crying before eating, kept crying while eating, and kept crying after eating crying.

Nana hugged the girl with one arm, and gently patted the girl's back with the other hand in a soothing rhythm. After a while, the tired girl fell asleep, closed those frightening golden vertical pupils, and fell into a deep sleep past.

St.saint.A puppet of God that feeds on witches.

Nana didn't understand why the gods could descend on the saintesses, and Nana didn't understand why the saints had to eat the flesh and blood of these witches to survive, just like she didn't understand why she was always alive.There are too many things she doesn't understand in this world, and she doesn't have any means to know.Live, live.

Enduring the pain of being eaten by flesh and blood every day, seeing the pain of the saint girl being backlashed by the power of law every day, the two people who depend on each other because of the pain, live numbly and rotten.

The two people who are getting closer due to various reasons, gradually can only feel each other's existence and become more and more inseparable from each other. They always inexplicably want to be more closely connected with each other, hug each other, comfort each other, and even doing sex.

That inexplicable heavy feeling piled up in their hearts over time, corroding their inner beings, until now they are like walking corpses.Being said to be disgusting but fearful, no one pays attention to it, just like it will rot in the shadow of the world that day and no one knows.

It would be great if it was completely eaten by Sheng, and it would be truly integrated... Nana longed for it.

"My lord, I found a place to rest up ahead, let's come out and eat something." The voices of fellow travelers sounded from outside the carriage, and Nana turned her eyes to the corners of her eyes and squinted out the window. room.

Holding the sleeping Sheng in her arms, amidst the girl's murmurs, Nana opened the car door and got out of the car step by step.

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Titles and abstracts always feel more difficult to write than articles. ．

I thought it would be updated when I was young, but unfortunately I didn't catch up

Try to update a chapter or two before New Year's Eve

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