autumn sunshine

Are you afraid?

Scared.

Are you afraid?

fear.

give up?

Let go... no, don't give up.

In the dark, I felt that someone was pulling me hard, and I felt that someone threw me heavily on the ground, hitting my head on the floor. Even in a coma, I felt as if I had a low cry of pain.

It's a pity that at this time, in this kind of place, no one will take care of me, and will take pity on such a dying person.To them, I'm just an accomplice to the Chainhand who kidnapped their leader.

The biting cold water poured on my face, and I licked my lips subconsciously when I was a little hot, and then the coolness flowed down my mouth into my heart, I was so cold that I woke up.

There was a masked man in the field of vision, he was not tall, he looked very happy when he saw my eyes open, and let out a low and pleasant laugh from his mouth hidden under the collar.

"Fei Tan, don't play to death. The chain hand said that he would trade her for the captain."

"Hmph! Long-winded! As long as you don't die, it's fine."

I knew who was speaking, and I could see those slanted golden eyes hidden between the dark blue hair like the eyes of a beast.

If the physical torture reaches the critical point, the pain will not be felt anymore, and it will feel unreal after being numb for a long time.I think it’s really not easy for me to still have these messy thoughts. I don’t know how this short but violent man in front of me can conjure up so many tricks. Even if he is full of ten tortures, he may not be as good as him. Every penny.

When the cruelty reaches the extreme, he is more like treating the carving of a work of art, imagining what I should transform into in his hands to be the most perfect.

I shed tears, silently looking at the man in front of me who has gradually become obsessed with art. His vocal cords have been destroyed, and he can’t even make a hoarse voice. Bloodstains and pain, cutting the tip of the throat like a sharp knife, tortured slowly to the end, this pain is more unbearable than the invasion of the boiling water.

Dilapidated buildings, dilapidated walls, dilapidated windows, and dilapidated me.

The person who opened the door and came in called the cruel artist away, leaving an unfinished work.

I opened my eyes intermittently, and the flow of blood was slower than I imagined. I thought that the wounds all over my body might bleed to death, but it seemed that there was an accurate calculation, and the blood flowing out of each wound seemed to be predetermined. Like a scale, what is left is not only pain but also pain, both physically and mentally.In the already blurred vision, even the moonlight outside the window seemed hazy and much more beautiful.

My thoughts were scattered and scattered, a lonely ray of light separated all the barriers and came to me persistently, the gentle silver made my heart tremble slightly, like a thin and broken bell Jumping from a distant place, it comes with the beauty of the mountains and the boundless seaside.

I laughed, silently, as if I was really laughing in this empty room.The moonlight in this room softens my heart.How familiar and peaceful the color looks.

I am not surprised to see Xiaojie and Qiya again, I know that this time I will at least be alive, and the suffering depends on the other party's mood. To my surprise, the blonde woman who left before was taken by Kulabi who came later Appearing in front of everyone, exchanging me in the hands of the other party.

I admired myself for being able to greet Xiaojie and the others safely in such a horrible state. Without making a sound, I could only raise my hand and shake it slightly to show that I was still alive. His feet barely touched the ground, dragging on the ground without strength.

The moment I fell into Xiaojie's arms, I sighed for no reason, this time I finally survived a catastrophe, and I don't know when I will be able to "be blessed".

I don't know what happened after that. I fell into a deep sleep, and my whole body seemed to be scorching in a stove. Every time I felt a little bit of coolness, it was instantly evaporated.I guess I have a physiological self-protection reaction, and the wound may also be infected. All this can only be a high fever.

Intermittently, you can always hear vague conversations, and you can also feel the occasional cool moisture on your lips.

Because of the spiders, the entire Youke City fell into unrest.Xiaojie and the others are not in a very good condition now. There are five people in the group, and two of them have already collapsed. Apart from Migal, Kulabika also fell into a state of self-loathing because of the murder.Both are in very poor condition.It’s just these situations, Mijiaal is completely unaware, at this moment she is lying quietly on the blanket not far away.

Xiaojie and the others did not stay in the hotel. In this complicated situation, it is more important to hide, plus there are two other injuries.

Qi Ya sat quietly in the corner of the room on the ground, with his back against the cool wall. This coolness was the same as his current mood. It seemed that he had lost the source of warmth, and even the sunlight that filled the room could not dispel it.The person lying there not far away would smile and say thank you to him a few days ago, and occasionally lose his temper with him...but now he can only lie there quietly.The irony is that I can't do anything myself.

The outline of the window was clearly drawn by the sunlight, and reflected on Mijia’s body, it was evenly divided into small grids. The colored glass made the light coming in also have different colors, and these colors surrounded her brilliantly. Vibrant, the more this kind of picture makes Qiya feel more uncomfortable.

He is obviously a warm and lively person, he is obviously a soft-hearted person, he is obviously the person he can't bear to criticize, and he is obviously the person who most wants to avoid danger...

It is because we are not strong enough that she always protects us first, but did she ever know that she is also a half-assed person.Qiya stared at Migal's sleeping face with an expressionless face, and there was an abnormal blush on it.Leorio said that if the fever does not subside today, the brain may burn out.He still remembered that he foolishly asked what was burnt out.Leorio's lonely answer made his heart sink to the bottom.

What is burnout?

"I don't know. Everyone's situation is different. It may be because of forgetting something, or it may be that the IQ has dropped to a child who is two or three years old, or it may become mentally retarded."

Originally, he and Xiaojie also tried to slowly inject their thoughts into Mijia's body, but for some unknown reason, Mijia's body seemed to reject any approach of the ability of thoughts, and there were no protective measures for thoughts around her. But any approaching person or thing with thoughts will be directly bounced away. The stronger the ability of thoughts is, the stronger the rebound will be.

This situation made the three of them helpless.

Xiaojie had no choice but to ask anyone for help. He had asked Yun Gu, and even Hisoka had been called by him.Qi Ya raised his hand and touched the phone in his pocket. It looked like a beetle, and they were all the same.If Xiaojie didn't get an answer, he was going to call his father.

This kind of waiting made Qi Ya more and more uneasy.Mijia not far away seems to have some problems, and the power of her body is pouring out at a crazy speed.

Qi Ya stood up in surprise, that is, at this time the door of the room was pushed open forcefully, and it was Xiaojie and Leorio who rushed over.

Xiaojie: "Qiya! Master Yungu said that Migar's state may be the self-development of the ability to read!"

Qi Ya: "What?!"

Xiaojie: "Master Yungu said that everyone's reading ability is different, and they all need to be developed by self-cultivation. There are also those who develop passively like Migal. Although it is very dangerous... But I believe that if it is Migal, it will be fine. !"

Qi Ya: "...In other words, there is still danger, right?"

Xiaojie didn't speak, but nodded his head in disbelief. Although he didn't want to admit it, it was the truth.

Leorio: "Kiya, maybe Migal can survive...you don't..."

Qi Ya: "Come here! What are you going to do?! She looks like she is dying now, you tell me she can survive by herself! Leorie, are you a quack doctor!"

Leori's words were interrupted by Qi Ya who suddenly became excited, and he looked at Qi Ya blankly.It wasn't just him who was at a loss, even Qi Ya himself was surprised and at a loss, he never knew that he would be so uncalmly angry at others, even though he was willful, he would never do this.

Something vague became clear in his heart, and when the truth was getting closer, Qi Ya felt that besides a little joy of anticipation, there was also some fear in his mood.He couldn't tell what he was afraid of, but he instinctively felt that it was dangerous.But the mood of joy is more, but this joy is fleeting, he thinks of the current appearance of Mijia, this kind of joy has added anxiety for no reason.

Xiaojie, who had been silent by the side, suddenly called out, and along with his voice was his raised hand.Qi Ya looked back in the direction of his finger, and a strange scene appeared in front of them.

Migal seemed to be in the center of the storm, and a whirlwind began to form around her. The wind was getting bigger and stronger, and it towered to the roof. There was nothing around, only the weird windstorm wrapped around Mijiaal and swirled to his heart's content. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the colorful colors became more and more vivid and clear.The feeling of vitality once again appeared in Qi Ya's mind.A faint smile slowly appeared on his face, he thought maybe Leorie was right, Miguel could really survive on his own, he should trust her more!

When I opened my eyes to meet the world again, my thoughts were very clear, and there was a memory in my mind that I seemed to have forgotten for a long time. I raised my hand and looked at the extra seven-color lotus flower cup on the inside of my right forearm. , the place where the wick seemed to be really ignited, a small beam of reflection in my eyelids, that is the hope of my life.