Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

The dark Huazhang drew down the prelude.

A dark feather was wet with rain, mixed with blood and fell.Even such a heavy rain could not cover up the strong smell of blood.

I clearly watched that person being severely injured by me, and then pulled into the crack of the abyss by the God of Darkness.

The half-broken umbrella fell to the ground alone, silently bearing the heavy blow of the heavy rain, making a clattering sound.

Another flash of lightning flashed, accompanied by heavy thunder.A white rose lay quietly under the umbrella, ignorantly looking at the umbrella that had endured the thunderstorm for it, looking pure and beautiful.

Even if it is stained with rainwater on the ground, it looks like it has only added a few traces of crystal clearness.

——Until the blood spread over.

Dye this piece of bright and holy.

The heavy rain hit the young man's thin body, and countless raindrops slowly slid down his fair skin.

There were also a few drops of water precariously hanging on the thick eyelashes, which concealed the blood-colored eyes, which looked extraordinarily coquettish.

The sword in the young man's hand was also dripping with rainwater. After the water droplets slipped on the sword tip, it began to condense into ice, and finally formed a water-like ice pattern on the ground, and the circles of ripples reflected the fading light in the east.

Time flows slowly.

The rain stopped.

Large swathes of light broke through the dark clouds like a black curtain, tore apart the darkness, and slantedly shone on this side of the world.

A beam of light hit the blood-colored eye on the left of the young man, slowly dyeing it pale gold.

I raised my head slightly, and my eyes became clear again.

The ruins watched me silently.

I was all alone looking at the world.

The sun is coming out?

"Host, don't cry." A cold mechanical voice sounded in my mind, with some difficulty and helplessness, 【Don't cry. 】

I raised my eyes in a trance.

A crystal drop of water slipped out of the pupil, mixed with the raindrops at the corner of the eye, and rolled down.

I cried?

A gust of wind suddenly blew up around, and a young man in a dark blue robe hurried over in the light of the morning sun.

His dark blue eyes reflected the light, and the tiny spots of light melted into the starry sky.

The black hair curled around the ears fluctuated with the wind, the slightly pursed lips and the worry hidden in the eyes remained as before, as quiet as a deep pool of water, quietly containing a three-foot gleam.

I stared blankly at him.

I stuck that sword in his chest.

But he came back.

"...Uslet." I whispered.

Uslet stepped on the ground, panting lightly, as if he came in a hurry.

I threw myself into his arms, the warm and familiar embrace was the same as before: "Uslet!!"

He held me helplessly in his arms.

Big and big tears fell down one by one like broken beads.

I hugged his waist tightly, like a wronged child, crying without image.

I remember now.

I remembered it all.

This is the person I should fall in love with.

Tens of thousands of years ago, people who were hidden deep in my heart.

I am sorry.

Sorry Uslet! !I was wrong! !

I shouldn't have lost my memory!

The dusty memories of the past are like two extremes.

The first part is unbelievably bright, full of laughter and happiness.

The latter part was stained with thick darkness, bloody despair and sadness filled my eyes.

The god in front of me, relying on his own strength, pierced through the dusty world, and slowly walked towards me step by step.

He was the only one who came from that memory, with heavy steps, he whispered softly in my ear: "It's okay."

"It's passed."

The past is sin.

Only he came to me with scars all over his body.

Redeem me.