Live broadcast to save the United States

"Okay, okay, it seems that the first scene is over, now please return to the auditorium and start the next scene!" Seeing Gojo Satoru hugging Jiasheng Fuchinoue and refusing to let go, Shakespeare hastily interjected.

"Act [-]—The Bloody Thorn Bird!"

The picture in front of him changed again, and Jiasheng Yuan found that Gojo Satoru had disappeared, and he was sitting on the hospital bed. He looked around and recognized that this was the first Zhoumu, when he was recuperating in bed because of his serious illness.

Yoshio Fuchinogami looked outside the door, if he expected correctly, Shinnosuke Nohara would appear soon.

Sure enough, the child who gave him warmth appeared in front of Jiasheng Yuanzhi, crying so distressingly mature that Jiasheng Yuanzhi should not leave or leave them behind.

Even if it happened again, the child's crying full of pain would still make Jiasheng Yuanzhi very sad, but even if it happened again, he would still choose to do so.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Xiaoxin." Jiasheng Fuchinoue gently stroked Nohara Shinnosuke's head, "But I don't regret it, even if I didn't actually trigger the supernatural ability of death regression, I'm still willing to do it for you Going to die willingly, as long as my sacrifice is valuable and can keep you alive, I will not regret it."

"So you clearly know that I'm right outside the door, but you don't want to call me, even if it's the last moment, you cruelly don't let me see you?"

Gogol's soft voice sounded, he pushed the door open, and stood in front of Jiasheng on the abyss, his golden eyes stared at the wine-red-haired boy with pain.

"It's too much, Jiasheng...how dare you make me suffer so much?"

Gogol knelt down in front of Yuanshang Jiasheng's hospital bed, took his pale hand, closed his eyes and smiled wryly, hot tears flowed from the corners of his red eyes, and dripped onto the back of the burgundy boy's hand , It was so hot that Jiasheng's body trembled slightly.

But he made himself face the painful and tearful Gogol, and he said softly but firmly in a hoarse voice: "You have been pursuing complete freedom, and you were bound when I was alive. set you free."

Gogol's eyes were red, and the golden pupils were about to melt like candy: "Do you think this will make me completely free? I've been bound for a long time, and I can't break free—"

"Time will heal all pain." Jiasheng Yuanzhi gently interrupted him, "But what if you saw me die? You will always remember how I died and how my body went from warm to warm. To be cold, and how to be stiff, you will never forget the moment I died, that was a curse to you. Gogol, I thank you, I know you always wanted to kill for freedom Me, but in the end you didn't do that."

The burgundy-haired boy thought for a while, then continued suddenly: "Or, do you think that if I didn't die at your hands, I couldn't achieve true freedom? I understand."

Gogol's lips trembled. He noticed something from Jiasheng Yuanzhi's heart analysis, and his pupils shrank slightly: "Wait, Jiasheng——"

"Come on, get the freedom you want again, this time it's real freedom." Jiasheng Fuchinogami took Gogol's hand and placed it on his neck.

If it was the former Jiasheng Yuanzhi, he might shrink slightly when others approached his neck, but at this moment he is not afraid, he looks at Gogol calmly, and even the bottom of his grape-like eyes is full of tears. encourage.

When Gogol's hands were grabbed by Jiasheng Yuanzhi and covered his slender neck, the scene of the ward changed again. This time, the room rented by Jiasheng Yuanzhi appeared, which was after the first doomsday death retrospective , was found by Gogol.

It was also in this room, on this sofa, that Jiasheng Yuanzhi was strangled in the arms of Gogol, who had no memory.

Gogol seemed to have fallen into an ice cave in the cold winter, trembling all over, his fingers were so soft that he couldn't close them together, let alone tighten them to strangle Jiasheng's throat.

Obviously, this scene should make Yuan Zhijiao produce ptsd, but it is Gogol who has a greater reaction to this.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi smiled slightly: "I have to admit that part of the reason for me taking the initiative to take on the responsibility of saving the world is also because of you. A free bird flying in the sky is more beautiful than a dark and desolate one. ruins of doom.”

"Do it, as a thank you for helping and warming me, I will set you free."

"Oh, oh, our protagonist is eager to kill, let Gogol kill himself, in order to fulfill Mr. Gogol's desire for complete freedom, so why is the other protagonist so slow to do it?" Shakespeare's voice sounded lively, "Obviously this is a rare and excellent opportunity to realize your wish. After all, Mr. Jiasheng will not die. Even if you really kill him, there will be no loss at all—— "

Jiasheng Yuanzhi was lying on the sofa, and Gogol covered his body, showing a painful expression as if someone had slapped him in the face, and it was like an invisible mountain pressing down on his back, forcing the arrogant and cold clown Little by little, the magician lowered his haughty head, and begged the obviously weaker Jiasheng Yuangami in embarrassment: "Don't do this to me... don't let me do this... I made a mistake, Jiasheng ...Don't, don't let me suffer the pain of losing you again..."

"I did something utterly stupid, I did a terrible crime, and I don't ask you to forgive me, but please...please let me make up for the mistakes I made..."

Jiasheng Yuanzhi sighed, and he said calmly: "Shakespeare, enough is enough, let Gogol leave, I don't want him to suffer any longer."

"No, wait, Jiasheng! Don't go—" Gogol tried to catch Jiasheng on the abyss, but Shakespeare responded to the wine red-haired boy's call, and Gogol's figure disappeared into the scene. This strange space It dimmed slightly, as if someone had pulled the curtain on the stage.

Shakespeare's fanatical voice sounded again: "I understand! Although this is my treasure, it has now become part of the story!"

"A young man who was not born a saint, he became a saint after going through hardships! He has seen everything, experienced everything, and finally chose to embark on the thorny road to save! The memory of the past is no longer the shackles that bind him, And it will become a step for him to cross the realm of pain and advance to a greater realm! Could it be that the saint who has the protection of Gaia and Alaya is about to climb to the top of the altar in front of our eyes?!"

"The birth of a saint always needs witnesses and followers! Woohoo! How honored we are! How fortunate we are to be a part of the creation of this miracle!"

Jiasheng Yuanzhi sat quietly in the dark space, everything around him was obviously dark, but he seemed to be shining, his wine-red hair lit up the surroundings like a raging flame Shadow, with grape-purple pupils staring quietly and firmly ahead, like a statue of a god standing in front of the sacred stained glass in a church, gentle, compassionate and full of love, even if there is no light, then he is the light itself——

Undoubtedly, Jiasheng Yuan at this moment has a soul-stirring beauty of divinity, and his existence here makes people dazzled, blushing, and only wants to follow him, protect him, love him, and respect him in his heart. It is difficult to give birth to blasphemous thoughts.

The burgundy-haired boy closed his eyes half-closed calmly, his slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his eyelids, just sitting, like a strong oil painting, attracting all the attention without a doubt.

What Jiasheng Yuanzhi didn't know was that the live broadcast room he thought had been closed long ago had actually reopened without his knowledge, but he couldn't see the barrage from the audience in the live broadcast room.

[The world's number one detective: Don't let his divinity fully awaken!If Mr. Jiasheng's divinity is fully awakened, then he will no longer be Mr. Jiasheng as we know him! 】

[The rich woman who inherited the group that would make the insurance company bankrupt: Woohoo, how could this happen!I thought it would all be over!If Jia Shengjun's divinity is fully awakened, what will he become? 】

[Reaper elementary school student: If you completely awaken your divinity, then you may no longer be called a human being, but a god. 】

[The Lolicon executive with a shaky hairline: Is it a god walking on the ground? That's interesting. 】

[Human Black Mud: Don’t think about the pervert in front, Alaya and Gaia’s blessings are not just for show, any conspiracy will have no effect on Mr. Jiasheng. 】

[Aura at 1.8 meters: ...the gods are not good, I think it is more interesting to be human——Didn't Jiasheng say that before! 】

【Falling Red Leaf: ...Maybe Mr. Jiasheng doesn't know it himself. 】

[The best guardian guardian: This is probably the so-called, the gift of fate has already marked the price in secret. 】

[The upper limit of cooking skills is potato stew: Alaya and Gaia only know to give the best protection they think to Mr. Jiasheng, but whether it is really beneficial to Jiasheng as a human being, I am afraid that they have not thought about it at all ——After all, they are higher-dimensional existences, and it is impossible to fully understand human beings. 】

Everyone who appeared in Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm, everyone known by Jiasheng Yuangami, has passed through the barriers of time and space and came to him.

They have all the memories, and they can't wait to reunite with the good life in Yuanshang. They want to hold the burgundy-haired boy who is getting further and further away, and let them pass through the barriers of the world smoothly. It is the power condensed by longing and fetters .

The anxious discussions on the bullet screen in the live broadcast room did not affect Shakespeare, who was getting more and more excited. He raised his voice again: "Then the third act begins! Let us witness the birth of a saint!"

Jiasheng Yuanzhi's eyes lighted up slightly, and the scene in the space changed again. Dostoevsky stood in front of him, and the clothes on Jiasheng Yuanzhi's body also changed into another appearance.

He is in a warm room with a strong Russian style. The fireplace is burning with bright flames, making the room very warm. Even the chains that bind his limbs are wrapped in a layer of plush to protect his wrists. and ankle skin.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi recalled it for a while, and recalled the scene when he was finally put under house arrest by Dostoevsky in the episode of Frozen Planet.

"I should be more careful." The Russian with black hair and purple eyes appeared next to Jiasheng Yuanzhi at some point. He stared at the young man with wine red hair and said softly, "I have to do everything that may hurt you." It’s right to take everything away from you.”

Jiasheng Yuanzhi tilted his head and corrected: "No, even if you take away all the sharp weapons, if I really want to die, there are many ways, but it will only make me more painful."

"But you can delay your departure, can't you? You are afraid of being alone, afraid of loneliness, afraid of parting... As long as you feel happy, feel the warmth that drives away the cold, and feel the satisfaction of being hugged, you will become more and more happy." more greedy."

The burgundy-haired boy smiled: "Are you talking about yourself, Fedya?"

His voice was light and clear like a nightingale, but Dostoevsky did not show the slightest joyful smile. The devil who had done a lot of evil lowered his eyes, and he calmly replied: "Yes, I am talking about my Own."

"So I want to keep you, and I want to pull you out of the cycle of inextricability—even if it is this way of taking your freedom away."

The devil has become accustomed to using intrigue and trickery to achieve his goals, but he has forgotten that honest communication is the best bridge of communication compared to rough and ignorant methods.

"Would you hate me? You must have been in pain when you committed suicide, right?" Dostoevsky looked down at Yoshio Fuchinoue, and he gently stroked the soft cheeks of the burgundy-haired boy, asking .

"I won't hate you, and it doesn't hurt now. Because I know that you want to save me from disasters, but I chose the most difficult path myself." Jiasheng Yuan looked back at Ru Tuosi Toyevsky's eyes, "And you know, my answer is always the same - I don't regret it."