death like wind

Ah Jin knelt down and hugged her. After some dressing up, Luo Luo really looked like a little princess, she was so pretty.

Rick stood under the flying petals not far away, looking at him faintly, as if there were thousands of words hidden in his eyes, which could not be expressed, and thus condensed into faint waves.When Ah Jin was about to speak, the surrounding scene changed like a broken mirror. The holy and elegant city peeled off and turned into a gloomy scene of hell, with large expanses of Bana flowers stretching to the sky, and soul-inducing lamps. Suspended under the night sky, a faint red light illuminates a place within walking distance.

Petals on the other side were flying all over the sky, and a white-haired old man walked out of the darkness, stood under the red light, stroked his beard and said, "Jin'er, since you already know the nightmare world, why don't you wake up?"

"True and false, illusory and illusory, everything you see is not real, and everything you feel is not false. After the fog that obstructs your eyes, your partner is waiting for you to go back."

Between the words of the old man, scenes of memories poured into his mind without any hindrance, like a river with a broken embankment flowing continuously, Ah Jin's head was about to be overwhelmed by these chaotic memories, he squatted down in pain, and heavy waves surged all around him. In the fog, I can no longer see the surroundings clearly, only the other shore flowers on the ground under my feet.

"Boss locked the door from the inside, so I can't get in."

Someone speaks in the mist...who?

"Wang Lanhua, are you stupid? We have a spare key!"

"I'm stupid or not, you all knew it early on!"

Then there was the sound of locks clicking, and the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer to him, but Ah Jin couldn't lift his head because of the headache, and sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, dripping on the blooming red flowers, shining brightly.

"Damn it! Boss, what's wrong? His head is sweating, did something happen?"

A gentle female voice came almost close to his eardrums, as if an invisible hand had gently wiped the sweat off his forehead: "This is not going to work, I remember Li Ying, you have soul-suppressing items, can you take them out? .”

"Okay." Then a stream of cool air flowed over the limbs and bones, sweeping away the dryness and heat, and even the pain was relieved. A Jin finally had the strength to look up, but there was only a thick fog in front of him, and nothing could be seen. No.

But these voices, these feelings are clearly by my side...

"Boss's brows are relaxed! But the sun is so strong recently, why is the boss covered so thickly? I'll change him to a thinner quilt." After the rustling sound, the person who changed the quilt for him seemed to be Pausing, Ah Jin felt that someone was touching her stomach, but there was still nothing in front of her eyes.

"Is the boss suffering from some serious illness! Wuwuwu, look, the boss's belly is quite bulging!"

There was a weird silence, and a male and female voice said: "I guess I ate too much before falling asleep, and I can't digest it after falling asleep. Don't think too much about it."

"But..." The voice of the speaker paused, and he had no choice but to die down.

Then all the sounds gradually faded away, Ah Jin's eyes went dark, his soul seemed to be floating on the sand washed by huge waves, and after bumping for a while, it stopped at an unknown harbor. The waves flowed past his eyes, he got up and rubbed With piercing eyes, he glanced at the endless sea around him, and he seemed to be a drop in the ocean as he drifted in it.

The strange thing is that there is obviously no support under him, but he floats steadily on the surface of the sea. A Jin tried to get up, but she really saw that her feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, and she did not sink.

In the distance of him, there is a small island, full of cherry blossoms everywhere, and even petals floating on the sea, the swirling island is as beautiful as a fairyland, surrounded by misty fairy mist.

Ah Jin stepped on the waves and walked towards the small island. He could feel that something related to flesh and blood was guiding him there, and his heart beat faster and faster as he got closer.

Passing through layers of flower branches, the clothes he was wearing changed from a European-style vest to a floor-length robe. The soft gauze fluttered in the wind, and the pony boots disappeared, revealing flawless jade feet. When she was on the tapestry, a small golden bell on her ankle made a crisp sound.

His stature also seemed to have grown a little, and his golden curly hair fell to his knees, with only a knot tied at the end.

Everything was strange and familiar, Ah Jin suddenly seemed to recall something, but he didn't have the mind to pay attention to the images that quickly passed through his mind at the moment, and his attention was all on the lonely small grave under the cherry blossoms in the sky .

The heart that had been pounding at that moment stopped abruptly, and a wave of sadness swept his vision.

Standing in front of the small tomb was a graceful and luxurious young man, his body was covered with petals, his silver hair and clothes were spread on the ground like silk, matching the falling cherry blossoms, his back was lonely and sad.

"Uncle Rick?"

However, there was no response, that person seemed to be just a phantom left in the long river of distant time.

Ah Jin's eyes seemed to pass through thousands of years, and suddenly touched the desolation after the thousand sails. The broken lights all over the ground were like tears from God, and every ray of brilliance seemed to sting people's eye masks.

Ah Jin walked lightly behind him, stretched out her hand to touch him, but her fingers passed directly through his body, and the fingertips felt warm and cool with a gust of wind.

It turned out to be just a phantom...

Ah Jin walked right in front of Rick, and she really saw that he had the same appearance as Rick, the same blue eyes and thin lips, but his expression was filled with deep sorrow, as if thousands of stars had fallen in those eyes, and the space was dead and vast.

Xu Ying knelt down and gently stroked the cross-shaped tombstone in front of the grave, as if she was touching her own child, and even those gloomy eyes softened a bit.

[Is it beautiful here? 】

Xu Ying didn't open his mouth, but Ah Jin seemed to hear him talking, and the voice seemed to come from a distant time and space.

[If you were already born, I would still be able to resurrect you, but now, God the Father can't do anything about it, will you blame me?I am an incompetent father. 】

Ah Jin was a little surprised, was it his child in the grave?

There was another familiar headache, and Ah Jin seemed to see herself stabbing the man's abdomen with a long knife, and the blood flowed all over the floor.

Then, after a blink of an eye, the picture disappeared, as if it was just a hallucination just now, but the memories that followed told Ah Jin that everything was real.

In the tingling brain, Ah Jin heard an old voice telling him: God cannot be emotional.

God can't be emotional...

Phantom sat on the ground, his silver hair spread on the tapestry, his whole body seemed to be shining even with his hair, he gently rested his head on the cross, as if he was listening carefully to someone whispering, the smile on his lips was so sad Makes people want to cry.

Ah Jin's heart also throbbed. He wanted to say sorry, but his throat was heavy, and he opened his mouth in vain, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.Somehow, he knew that he was not qualified to say these three words.

In a moment of vicissitudes, the flowers bloomed and faded, the flowers faded, and the cold phantom leaned against the tombstone, motionless. It seemed that many years had passed, and it gradually faded away. Suddenly, there seemed to be no phantom there. But he imagined it.

Ah Jin staggered to the small grave, but within a few steps, he seemed to have walked for tens of thousands of years. When he got closer, he realized that there were two words written stroke by stroke on the tombstone: Wu Li

don't leave...

Ah Jin felt his eyes were sore, but the tears refused to fall. There was no outlet for venting, and the sadness was suppressed in the apex of his heart, which made it difficult for him to breathe. Pressing his belly in front of the tombstone, it seemed that something was making a fuss inside.

Ah Jin recalled that a long time ago, he also often saw that noble man clutching his stomach from time to time, sometimes sweating from the forehead in pain, but still just frowning slightly. If the old slave in black robe hadn't told him, He doesn't know.

[This kind of physique is against ethics, so when you conceive a child, you will feel more pain than ordinary people. If you suffer a little injury, you will be in pain. If you insist on having a child, it will be a trip to hell. 】

It's already so painful, not to mention suffering from an incurable heartache.

"Wuli, don't leave...Then the child in my stomach will be called Xiangyi from now on."

Do not leave, depend on each other...

Darkness swept across his eyes, and Ah Jin gradually lost consciousness in the pain. When he opened his eyes after a long time, he had returned to the small town of Tonis and woke up from his big bed. Wet.

He has already remembered many past events, for example, his name is not Millerfield, but Su Jin, for example, ten thousand years ago, his name was Chi, and Rick's name was Yu Ji.

It's just that he didn't remember one thing, since they are in the nightmare world, how can they leave?

After taking a shower, Ah Jin looked at the sky. It was bright now, the bright sun was shining on the ground, and the breeze was blowing through the woods, startling the sound of cicadas.

Ah Jin opened the window and stood on the balcony basking in the sun for a while. When she looked down, she saw Rick was sitting on a wicker chair in the garden writing something. She raised her head as if desperately. When her eyes met, Ah Jin instinctively raised her head. Smiling, but froze suddenly in the middle of it, the arc of the corner of the mouth was about to fall, and he looked away lightly.

Stomach hurts so much, I seem to be talking to Yu Ji...

Ah Jin felt her nose was sore, she turned around and closed the doors and windows, obediently obeyed what her father said, and moved the room to the other side of the corridor, like a galaxy that couldn't be crossed.

"Honey, have you noticed that Ah Jin has been a little strange recently?" Isamey finally couldn't help but spit out the words that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time.

She can see the recent events. Jin is no longer clinging to Duke Rick as before, and even avoids him nonchalantly. When she meets him accidentally, she just nods and passes by. Together, they looked at each other without words, one was distracted, and the other was slow to respond.

Rick didn't seem to have changed much, he still had a gentle look, but sometimes when Isame passed by, he found that the books in his hand were all upside down.

Lorca comforted his wife and said: "Maybe there is a little friction, and it will be better in a short time. Three days later, it will be Millerfield's coming-of-age ceremony. How are you preparing?"

In this state, Lorca can’t wish for it. He only has this one son, and it’s better if he can continue his blood. Originally, he just wanted to remind his son. , but I didn't expect that this would have an effect, and Lorca didn't know how to say that Millefair was fine, so she had to quickly divert Isame's attention.

Hearing that Isame was not paying attention to this matter, she turned her head and got busy with Millerfield's coming-of-age ceremony.

The author has something to say:

The cause and effect have been buried ten thousand years ago. Spoiler alert, once A Jin killed the child of God because of the Dao, and now God will kill A Jin's child because of the Dao.

The so-called cause and effect is probably the case.

I'm probably... the author who loves spoilers the most.