Can't stop the medicine

Ren Xiaoyao had just stepped into the mezzanine space when Locker crashed into his arms like a small cannonball.

The chubby hands inlaid with four fleshy pockets tightly grasped Ren Xiaoyao's skirt, Locker looked up at his own father, and rubbed his chin on the second button of Ren Xiaoyao: "Papa~Locker is killing you!"

"Did you bring candy to your cutest son, Locker?"

"Uncle Shi Le is good or bad! He doesn't give Locker candy!"

"No." Ren Xiaoyao, who had already guessed that Locker would not be purely himself for four years, replied confidently, without any embarrassment.

Ignoring Locker's doggy eyes of resentment, Ren Xiaoyao took the little guy's little wings and put his son on his shoulders, and walked towards the flower plant that has become the only landmark building on the interlayer of this space.

After three days of farewell, you should look at each other with admiration.

The current Huazhu is no longer what it looked like before Ren Xiaoyao left. With the efforts of Locker, Ren Qing, Shi Le and Pale, it has been transformed into a five-story villa—a family living on one floor and leaving two floors as a luxury.

"I'm back..." Pale, who was lying on the rocking chair at the door basking in the sun, closed his eyes, and the pale golden light fell on his too pale face through the gaps in the top petals.

"Yeah." Ren Xiaoyao nodded, squatting beside the rocking chair: "How is it?"

Taking a long breath, Pale opened his eyes, with lines of laughter forming on his mouth: "Fortunately..."

"Help me up."

Putting Pale into the newly added sofa in the room and sitting down, Ren Xiaoyao looked around and didn't see any other people, nor did he feel their breath: "Where are the others?"

Pale, who had just sat on the sofa, was a little dazed, and was taking a quick and shallow breath.

So, Locker, who was sitting on Ren Xiaoyao's shoulder, kicked his calf and said cheerfully, "They're going to catch bugs~"

"Uncle Angus said, what are you going to do to upgrade~Brother Ren Qing...um..."

Frowning his baby-fat face and reminiscing for a long time, Locker said uncertainly: "Go and follow...it's experience!"

"Hmm~" Ren Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's pretty hard work~"

Pale, who was reclining on the corner between the back of the sofa and the armrest, closed his eyes and calmly wiped away the nosebleed running down his upper lip: "Xiaoyao, I have something to tell you."

Looking at Pale, whose expression was as calm as ever, Ren Xiaoyao patted Locker's calf on his chest and said, "Go upstairs or go out to play by yourself."

Locker opened his eyes wide and looked at his father's cold face, then at Uncle Pale who was smiling at him, and finally he reluctantly bit his nails and replied: "Oh..."

After the figure of Locker flapping his little wings disappeared at the door, Ren Xiaoyao, who had settled the crystal coffin, sat next to Pale with a big stab: "Tell me, what's the matter."

Ren Xiaoyao and Pale said almost at the same time: "Let's talk first! I won't talk about life/death!" & "I think...it's time to end."

Turning his head to look at Pale's peaceful side face, Ren Xiaoyao's gaze quickly turned to the crystal coffin beside him as if he had been scalded.

The crystal coffin that had been condensed to the extreme showed a translucent state, and even with Ren Xiaoyao's vision, he could only vaguely see Qingyue's blurred outline.

His whole body was tight like a stretched rubber band, Ren Xiaoyao changed his sitting position uneasily, and spoke——failed to organize his words well.

Closing his mouth resentfully, dozens of pictures and hundreds of questions emerged in his head like a ghost.

In the end, Ren Xiaoyao's voice was like bagasse that had been squeezed out of sugar water: "I don't understand."

"Xiaoyao..." The tone was three parts funny, three parts doting, and four parts doting: "Don't be so willful."

Raising his hand to rub Ren Xiaoyao's messy hair, Pale's eyes fell on his pale, skinny and cold palm like solidified plaster: "You see what I look like now..."

"The poison/toxin has completely eroded my body, like a wooden stake eaten by termites, it can only barely hold on."

"Weakness and weakness, not only was I unable to walk alone, I even couldn't stop shaking when I picked up a spoon."

"Every morning when I wake up, I can clearly feel that I am a little weaker, and face myself being pushed to death a little bit."

"If this situation continues, it won't take long for me to completely lose my ability to move... In the end, I can't even breathe on my own, and I have to rely on instruments to maintain my life..."

"Do you think such a life is really meaningful?"

At this point, Ren Xiaoyao no longer evaded, and looked directly into Pale's eyes: "The Pale I know is not only kind, wise, and calm. More importantly, he is unparalleled in strength, and no setbacks can knock him down."

"Even if he is destined not to become a warrior, he has become the most dazzling strategist of this generation."

"The Pale I know will never be defeated by such a little difficulty, and will never give up his life so easily."

Looking at Ren Xiaoyao with firm eyes for a few seconds, it was Pale who looked away first.

Leaning back on the sofa as if tired, Pale chuckled: "I used to think that I was different from those weak people. But now, I find that everyone is the same. 【Note 1】 "

"Am I not afraid of death?"

"Heh~ I'm afraid! Xiaoyao, I'm more afraid than anyone else! But what I fear is not death itself, but the aftermath of death."

"Think about it, for the entire multidimensional universe, my death is as painless as the metabolism of a small cell in the human body. As time goes by, the sun still rises and sets, and everything is normal. Run: more species will be born or die, and there will be completely different people living in the land where I lived..."

"However, I can no longer see these wonderful things."

"No one will remember that I ever existed, as if I never existed."

"This fear of emptiness and loneliness has haunted me ever since I realized life and death."

"So I'm not reconciled, I won't give up...not just for Yichuan, but also I really want to leave something in history, I hope someone can remember my name. Occupy a corner in dusty books."

"Until recently……"

Ren Xiaoyao suddenly thumped in his heart, and interrupted: "Pale!"

Pale lowered his eyes, as if determined not to leave any regrets, and wanted to say everything he wanted to say but never said: "Until recently, I realized that there are some powers that you can't resist even if you struggle. Instead, after struggling, more desperate."

"Like death."

"No matter how much I fear death, I always have to face it, and it is also the face of all life."

"I may not be able to choose how I feel when I die, but at least I can choose how I die."

"Rather than being killed by the so-called 'disease' and letting my brain die before my body dies at the last moment of my life...it's better to welcome the arrival of death at a moment that I myself prepared for."

"But I'm not ready." Ren Xiaoyao said coldly with his eyes on the void, "I'll never be ready."

"In this world, I have too little, so I don't want to lose anything."

Qingyue is still lying in a crystal coffin, and the road to recovery is far away; Pale is seriously ill and has no cure, and plans to simply end his life; Death and the Twelve Star Alliance are in a stalemate, and they are still unable to move freely...

Life, this little female cousin, keeps attacking Ren Xiaoyao head-on, even though he has already fought all over the three-dimensional world and it is hard to find an opponent.

Pale's decision was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back. Ren Xiaoyao, who had lost his mind, was a little annoyed: "I really... never expected that you would welcome me back in this way."

"Since you have made your position very clear, then I will also express my position!"

"If you're asking for my permission..."

Haven't waited for Ren Xiaoyao to express his angry 'I don't!same!meaning! After shouting four words, Pale, who knew Ren Xiaoyao very well, said calmly: "I'm not asking for your permission, I'm asking if you want to give me a ride."

"If you don't want to, it's fine to be alone."

Let it ride:"……"

"I'll keep an eye on you."

Pale chuckled: "You can't keep an eye on me."

"Preventing a thief is always more tiring than being a thief."

After being silent for a few seconds, Ren Xiaoyao reluctantly took out his 'killer card': "I will settle the score with Yi Chuan. If you die, I will send him and your sister to accompany you!"

Glancing at Ren Xiaoyao, Pale smiled even more happily: "That's good, a family should be tidy."

"I don't blame them, but it doesn't mean I don't hate them."

"Even if I love Yichuan, even if Alice is my own sister... But it is true that they made me, who is so afraid of death, have to choose to face death. I know I shouldn't hate them, but I can't restrain myself."

Spreading his hands, Pale bumped into Ren Xiaoyao's shoulder, gave him a look of 'you understand', and laughed at himself: "Everyone who might die is like this, complaining about others..."

"Go as you please, I'm going to die, and you can control the flood of other people?"

"You're going too far." Ren Xiaoyao said dryly, "From childhood to adulthood...Only you can make me like this..."

Pale smiled and said nothing.

In the relatively wordless silence, only the breathing of the two with different rhythms was clearly audible.The orange-red light shone into the room as the sun slowly set, sprinkling warmth around the feet of the two of them.

In the end, it was Ren Xiaoyao who spoke first: "Give me some time, I think..."

Throat choked, and the following words were choked into his chest, unable to swallow or spit out.

Rubbing Ren Xiaoyao's hair like that when he was a child, Pale said: "Okay."

"Qingqing is not as easy-talking as I am..." Ren Xiaoyao lowered his eyes, picking/handling the sides of his nails: "When he wakes up, he will hate you to death."

"must!"