[Yuanshen] After full favorability, the dimension wall is broken

The Unsullied Land , and the Last Garden

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"It's going to be summer soon,"

"The wild rose is about to be full of green leaves,"

"The thorns that covered it all over;"

"After suffering, there will be happiness."

The icy snow field, the pale sunlight.Looking out from the glass bottle, the metal instruments and the silent world outside the bottle are distorted in a rather strange posture.

Platinum long hair fluttered in the reagent bottle, and those eyes that were like perpetually frozen sea ice slowly opened.The tiny bubbles in the solvent climbed up slowly in a strange and subtle manner, and the cold bottle wall was like ice floes in a frozen lake.

The instruments in the laboratory shone with the unique icy glow of metal, but he did not feel uncomfortable or cold.

He is the proud offspring of the Karinian scholar "Golden" Rhindolt.

He is the "Soil of the Unsullied", the "Son of the Chalk", and a perfect work of art.

He is the "matter" of the future which is not yet fully determined.

——He is "different".

The perpetual squalls in the snow field mixed with icy fine snow blow all over the mountains.He wandered alone among the broken walls of the ancient ruins, and occasionally when it was snowing again, he would raise his head and quietly look at the gray-blue sky.

Snowflakes of different shapes fell on his palm, and then this delicate and fragile flower melted in his palm without leaving a trace.

"A flower that can only bloom for a moment but is incomparably beautiful, the ultimate of life lies in this."

The gray-blue sky is full of haze, and the icy snow field has only eternally silent frozen soil.

He will not feel sick and cold.

Her face shone with metal-like coldness, and all her emotions seemed to be covered by the wind and snow.

"—Alchemy creations don't feel cold, do they?"

It should have been like this.

It was supposed to be like this.

Supposed……

But at that moment, he suddenly felt so cold.

He couldn't tell where it was cold, he just felt so cold.The palms, arms, legs, abdomen, and stomach churned with a slight bitterness. Just the snowflakes falling on his forehead made him feel as cold as falling into an ice cave.

Holding the sketchbook tightly, he turned and left without saying a word.

Obviously he was going out to collect scenery, but on his canvas that day, there was only one snow mountain as high and as big.

There are no complicated lines on the snow-capped mountains, and there is no trace of living things in the picture.

"Land is not plowed with tools, but fought with iron and blood."

"The thing you love is not for appreciation, but for possession with absolute power."

Master, do you think so?

The boundless white that he has seen since the day he was born was brought to the world by alchemy.After the creator left, it was just a blank and empty snowfield.

The instruments in the laboratory shone with a strange and icy glow.

"Clinging to the existence of meaning, what is the meaning?"

Bubbles in the solution rise slowly in the Petri dish.Through the twisted body of the bottle, he stared at those lifeless black eyes.

"...Even if it's a snow mountain,"

"There are also flowers that look so fragile blooming."

The long black hair floated in the icy solution, and the pale skin was like a silent snowfield.

"Life is a free thing of many kinds,"

"Shouldn't define good or bad by length."

"Even if it only blooms for a moment,"

"A short life isn't necessarily a bad thing."

The notebook full of formulas, the messy and sharp handwriting, silently tells the ancient technology that no longer belongs to this world.

People despise it, because the black blood once spread all over the continent, bringing disaster and lamentation.

But does anyone still remember that at the very beginning, "The Art of Black Earth" was also born with a good wish to conceive life?

"I respect your choice,"

"This is your freedom."

"But you must know that the road you choose will not be protected by the wind,"

"It's pitch black in there."

He closed the door and accepted all doubts and denials with a deadpan face; God was silent about it.

"In front of you, I don't need to hide."

"Because you are the same as me. Because you are also the same as me, and do not belong to this world..."

"Because of your existence..."

"I'm not alone anymore."

Her eyes were so beautiful, shining like obsidian.It is not like how precious gems, it is so gentle and silent.The corners of her mouth raised slightly, as if they had first met a long time ago.

She stood beside him and poked her head out, curiously looking at this grand and noisy world.The brush is dipped in silvery white and emerald green paint, and clusters of flowers bloom on the canvas.

She turned her face, as if to say something.

He couldn't remember what she said at that time.The memory was worn away by time—but he still remembered that she seemed to think of something at that time, holding him and showing him a big, bright smile.

"But because it's you,"

"Withering becomes unbearable."

failure.

The bubbles of the solution rose slowly, and the long black hair was like strange algae, containing some kind of indescribable vitality.Her fingertips were bloody, those obsidian-like eyes slowly opened, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised——

"have not seen you for a long time."

failure.

"……I love you."

A sweet smile bloomed on its face, and its bright red lips opened and closed.The life force that is opposite to this world is flowing, even the breath of Xinghai is exactly the same.

failure.

"you love me."

……

The wind-washed mountains brought a breath of loneliness, and the world in the snowfield was silent.The instruments in the laboratory hummed again, as if his heartstrings were tensed.

"so……"

"Take my blessing,"

"Go forward more calmly."

"...Abedo?"

The white skirt bulged in the gentle wind, like the fluttering wings of a white bird in the forest.The young man arched his back slightly, carefully hugging the girl in his arms.

Obsidian-like eyes, slightly upturned corners of the mouth.

"You're sure you came here,"

"Is it really her?"

"—I'm sure of it."

The young man's voice was flat and calm, with a bit of coldness that belonged to the snow mountain.The witch's emerald green eyes flashed a bit sharply, Qin's brilliant blond hair and the blade of the saber shone with a cold and dazzling light, and a certain kind of silence fell into the Knights' office.

"As long as she stands in front of my eyes..."

The flow of life that is completely opposite to this world is indeed an object worth describing.

——However, he has already found his flower from another world.

From then on, every flower he met looked like her.She's in the bottle, she's on the canvas, she's in the soil.She is a stretched life, but also a curled life.

He is the blurred and silent sea of ​​wisteria flowers, and she smiles standing in the shadow of his flowers.She leaned over, the last gardener of the frail Cecilia flower.

She is his flower.his sun.

She is the last garden above the Unsullied Land.

"As long as she stands in front of my eyes, I can know it's her."

"...Lisa," Qin raised her head from the pile of official documents, paused and looked at the witch beside her who was concentrating on arranging the books, "You..."

"Ok?"

After successfully reclassifying a book that was not placed in the correct area, Lisa nodded in satisfaction, turned her face sideways, and let out a somewhat lazy nasal sound.

Qin hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't say anything, just shook her head and sighed.

"Why, even our acting head of the knight order can't say it, so how difficult it is to say it?" Lisa chuckled lightly and turned around, "Since you can't say it, then don't say it." said."

"About this matter," Qin stood up and looked at her seriously and seriously, "I hope you can give me some advice."

"Suggestion?" The purple rose burst out of her fingertips with a slight thunder, and then suddenly shattered in the witch's playful blowing, "What suggestion?"

"... Lisa." Qin frowned, "You clearly know how dangerous that technique is, why do you still have to—"

When the heavy book was closed, it made a heavy sound, which stirred up the dust in the office.Lisa raised her eyes with a calm expression: "Don't you have the heart to watch her die again?"

"..." Qin moved her pale lips.

"Jean," Lisa said, "don't push yourself too hard."

"Occasionally……"

"...Trust them too."

Huge leaves rustled in the wind.The noon sun shines through the emerald green leaves, and the veins are clearly visible.

Whenever she feels tired and shaken, Qin will still come to this tree to accept the baptism of the wind.

The wind washed away her distress and regained her strength to move forward.

This is the sacred tree of the land where the wind rises, and it is the end of the road of the first generation of "Lion Tooth Knight"; at the same time, it is also her starting point.

"God of the wind, please guide me."

Put your hands together and close your eyes.Qin stood under the tree, just like the sun, the moon, and the moon all the time.The wind blows from the ancient, free and proud city-state, mixed with the fragrance of dandelions and forests, mixed with the fine syllables of carols.

Thousands of winds with different names passed by her side gently, whispering poems woven in thousands of languages ​​in her ears.

"For love, he is willing to take her back;"

"For love, he is willing to let her go."

"That's his freedom,"

"It is my will."

"The road ahead is pitch black,"

"It's a windless place."

"But the winds do change."

"One day, it will blow in a brighter direction."

The emerald green wind and the scattered feathers of the white bird slowly ended. In the silent room, Abedo hugged you tightly.He didn't say anything, and you didn't say anything.His shoulders trembled slightly, like the new leaves of a rose in the cold wind.

"……haven't seen you for a long time."

You said in a low voice.

You suddenly remembered the crimson gemstone in the snow field.

At that time, after you brought this gemstone named "Chicheng" to the exhibition, you donated it to the country.

People in the same industry have naturally asked you why in shock.Its fineness is so good that everyone can see it; and after that exhibition, its value soared to sky-high prices in the international market.

How did you answer it?

You look into the eyes of youth.They are so blue, as blue as cornflower petals; and like a frozen lake in a snow mountain, with a thin layer of ice floating on it.

"you love me."

Its fingertips were blood red, and its eyes were full of disbelief and rage.It screamed wildly, screaming love with all its might.

"exactly."

He said.

Its claws tore through his coat, and its obsidian eyes met those cold and calm eyes.

"--I love her."

You opened your eyes slightly.

Yes.

At that time, how did you answer it?

"It's ok."

You turned your head and smiled at your colleague.

"I already have..."

"Belongs to my 'Red Cheng'."

The author says:

感谢在2022-03-2123:46:24~2022-03-2323:49:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Dianthus flower girl;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Mu Liangsheng;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?