Monkey and Feather

I was shocked!

I really didn't expect that I am so good now, this blow actually hit Li Jing with his mouth crooked and his eyes slanting, his helmet flew off, and his mask seemed to be cracked.

But it was only this one blow. After one blow, I became extremely weak, and I guess I could only wait to die.

"Hateful, my face!" Li Jing was furious, covering the cracked mask with his hands.

However, pus and blood flowed out faintly from the gaps in his mask, which looked very oozing.

"Is she your woman!?" Li Jing asked the killing monk on the ground viciously.

Killing monk turned his head and looked at me lightly, then closed his eyes again: "No."

"Is it your friend?!"

"No, the old man doesn't know her at all."

"Oh? Isn't it? But she seems to care about you." Li Jing suddenly laughed sinisterly, and the mask came off a little bit with the laughter.

This heartless guy...

The words of killing a monk are too hurtful, I really want to go up and scold him.But now is not the time, for I am preparing the last blow, the last blow that will cost my life.

But I was wrong!After all, there is no way for humans to fight against gods.I saw the sword flying out of the sky, accompanied by a few incantations from Li Jing, suddenly changed direction, and stabbed towards me.

Damn!A thousand swords!

One sword after another pierced my body, but they didn't kill me until the thousandth sword.

With one sword strike every minute, I was almost stabbed for a whole day and night. I wanted to die but couldn't move.

With tears in my eyes, I looked at Killing Monk, hoping that he would save me, even if it was to give me a good time.

But he didn't, he didn't move, didn't care, just looked at the starry sky and listened to my "sweet" crying.

A thousand swords took me out of that world.Finally left.

When I came back this time, it was even more painful than last time. I used to think that the spirit is higher than the senses. As long as the spirit is strong, no matter how great the pain is, I can endure it. But now, I am shaken.

After all, there are very few people who endure great pain physically, so mother is great, because she endured great pain and brought us into this world, so she has no regrets and is willing to give everything for this piece of her own flesh.

But there are many, many more physical tortures, and how many people can stand the test?I know the answer, if that's the case, it would be better to just cut it straight.

And I think I'm even worse.Because it wasn't just my body that was destroyed.And my spirit.

When you finally have to trust someone, he suddenly becomes ruthless. This kind of blow is too great, especially for autistic and lonely people.

I thought, even if he gave me a knife to make me happy, I wouldn't hate him.

...

Maybe it was because I experienced too much suddenly. After leaving that real and false world, I took many things lightly. After a few nights of nightmares, I slowly recovered.

I won't go back again, although subconsciously not reconciled.But I can't guarantee if it will get worse when I go back.

According to the previous development, for me, it will only get worse and worse.

I suddenly felt that I was so contradictory, and the contradiction was ridiculous.

When I first came to that world, it was to escape from this world, but now I want to forget it, so why not escape in the real world?

Alas~ Let it go, there are many things that cannot be explained clearly.

......

In the blink of an eye, it has been half a month since I left that world, and I continue to live my own life. It seems that there are not many changes, but it seems that a lot has changed.

I try to write something.Turn on the computer, sit for a day, write dozens of words, and then repeat, delete, rewrite, delete, rewrite...

I don't know what to write, but I feel that there are a lot of things to write.

I've never been like this before, even though I didn't communicate with people before, as long as I sat down, my thoughts would flow, but now I'm just helpless and embarrassed.

And what made me feel even more uneasy, and even a little scared, was that I actually felt that some of the novels and essays I wrote and published before were shit!

There is no doubt that those words that I used to be proud of, the articles that I regard as my own children, make me feel extremely disgusted now.

"Forget it, don't write!" I was so upset that I fell on the bed.

The setting sun is thick, and it shines on my face through the half-covered curtains, which is very comfortable and familiar.

I rarely go out, but today I really want to go for a walk.

I fully charged my phone because I was afraid that I would get lost and not find my way back.

It may sound ridiculous, but since coming to the city, I hardly ever go out more than 500 meters.

From childhood to adulthood, the place I walked the most may be the school road when I was studying.

But this time I want to go further without purpose.

I was a little apprehensive, but I was more excited than ever before.

Maybe people can only find their way by walking a lot.This is the case with writing, and so is life. As you walk, you may have inspiration and the motivation to live.

Walking on the unfamiliar streets, I slowed down, and for the first time, I felt that this place seemed beautiful.

Although the air was a bit poor, it was very quiet and Yu Yang was very warm.I couldn't help but think of that world again.Couldn't help but laughed.

"Ding ding ding" the familiar cell phone rang, and a text message pulled me from my dream to reality.

Usually, mobile phones are used more for work, and there will be some friends with strong networks, who occasionally chat in a few words.

Of course, I am more perfunctory, because I am not good at chatting with others, especially voice chatting.

There is also my mother, who will call me after get off work to ask me what dishes I want to eat. Besides, no one will contact me these years.

I opened the text message, a text message from a ghost!

"Xiaoyu, next Wednesday, I'm going to get married, I hope you can come to my wedding, you are the first girl I love, I want to share with you the most important day of my life..."

Ha ha!

The bloody TV plot actually made me catch up.

The person who sent the message was none other than my first boyfriend, the only person I've ever dated, Kay.

Kai and I met in high school. I don’t know why we got together later. I don’t think being with him at that time was considered love.

At least I never thought it was love, I thought it was a classmate with a better relationship.Then it was just a boy who talked to me more.

What moved me the most and left a deep impression on me was his first love letter. What moved me was not the rhetoric in it, but his understanding of me, just like a long-standing confidant with me.

I have never had a confidant, and I have never longed for someone to understand me and understand me.So, there was such an amazing guy, and I was naturally attracted.

At that time, everyone was very reserved, and I was an introvert, so the most we got together was chatting and holding hands.

I gave him my first kiss after getting along for many years.But there is no more excessive, he thought about it, but I didn't agree.

Come to think of it, it might be because of this that he betrayed me at that time.

Love is the best antidote to pain, the days with him are simple and happy, and my depression seems to be mostly cured.

I like to stay in a place where no one is around, so he stays with me, and then he keeps talking, while I listen quietly.Although I knew he was just bragging, I was very happy to hear it.

Maybe it was because I was so happy that I hated him so much when we broke up.

He was too lazy to explain to me, and I was too lazy to listen. I still left quietly, as if I had never been to his world.

Kai, until now is the person I admire, he is an ambitious man.Contrary to me, he has a horrible thick skin.

Everyone is what they are for a reason.Just like a woman who doesn't fall in love easily, she must have been hurt by love.

Kay is pursuing her own life, the good life.

What he told me the most was that he wanted to live the life of a gentleman and be rich.For this, he is willing to pay any price.

Therefore, from the time he was in school, all the friends he made were the rich second generation and the second generation official.

I don't understand how he managed to be so good at flattering at such a young age.Of course, a lot of it was after the fact that I knew it.

(To be continued...)