Hell, if it was really hell, Dongchen might feel better.
Lonely and desolate, Dongchen has been walking alone in this wasteland composed of corpses for countless years.
Maybe it’s one year, maybe it’s ten years, maybe it’s... ten thousand years!
There is no breath of life, only the smell of decay. But the smell of decay gradually fades with the passage of time until it is tasteless.
When something becomes a habit or instinct, people will subconsciously ignore it.
For example, the pile of corpses in front of Dongchen. For example, the corruption between Dongchen's nose.
The bleeding sun in the sky seems to hang there forever.
Where to go? Where can we go? Dongchen doesn't know, he only knows to move forward, all the way.
If you walk, you can't stop. If you stop, you will only feel deep despair.
But... when walking becomes mechanical, becomes instinct, and is forgotten, what will be left?
Yell?
Maybe……
This is a good idea.
Dongchen started shouting, shouting, shouting wildly, and kept shouting all the time.
Shouting, shouting, Dongchen stopped shouting.
It’s not that I’m tired, it’s that it’s meaningless.
Looking at the corpses at his feet and their faces that were all distorted or even unclear, Dong Chen felt a desire for destruction in his heart. He even wanted to eat all the corpses at his feet. Dong Chen
, don’t want to see them again.
"Fuck them all!"
Dismember the body, crush the bones, and scatter the ashes.
The blood sword that had condensed in his hand at some point was slashing wildly, and the bloody sky seemed to be darker... No, it should be redder. The red turned purple, the purple turned black, the black made people intoxicated, and the black made people haggard.
.
Breathing blood and chopping corpses into pieces.
Walking alone in the boundless wilderness, Dongchen only saw destruction. He seemed to have become a wolf, a lone wolf! A lone wolf walking alone.
"Did I forget something?"
The pale and withered bones were crushed in his hand, and the man standing among the withered bones frowned.
The wind is blowing, and the wind is red, like blood.
The man stood quietly in the wind, with a bloody sword stuck in a withered bone in his hand. Gradually, his eyes lost focus.
"Who am I? I seem to have forgotten something? Something very important? What should I do?"
Thinking and chopping, the withered bones under the man's feet turned into powder bit by bit, until nothing was complete anymore. The man raised his head, and there was something strange in his gray eyes...
The bloody wind drifted by, and a dark red cloak hung on his shoulders. Bone powder flew flying, and dead bones were built into armor. A crystal crown fell from the sky. The man raised his head, stared at it, and suddenly swung his sword to slash.
The crystal fell, and the pale eyes were bright: "I am Dongchen, the son of the setting sun. My existence is destined to be the master. You don't need to play with my destiny. Mayans no longer need to come back to this world.
You are not welcome. I refuse to be crowned because I will definitely reach the top."
"You will regret this……"
The solemn and solemn voice contained no trace of resentment, only eternal peace, as if it was not a curse but a fact.
Holding his head high contemptuously, he allowed the crown powder to be stained.
The fine black hair fell off with the powder and turned gray, growing up to his waist. Dongchen turned around and raised his sword to the sky, his long hair flying like snow.
Residual solution!
Blood mist, bone powder, the whole world is trembling, the only one who is not trembling is Dongchen.
"I am the master here. This is my world."
With a slash of the sword, the blood red dissipated, and a light shone in the darkness.
"I came out of darkness, and the world changed because of it."
The crystal skull on his head exploded, and his pair of gray eyes lit up. Dong Chen opened his eyes with an evil smile on his lips.
"Brother, brother is awake, brother is awake!" Annie jumped happily, clapping her little hands. Aiweier quietly wiped her tears, moved, and then stopped.
Christina smiled at her encouragingly. The little goblin moved forward nervously, but also fearfully moved back, struggling with complicated thoughts.
"Are you awake?" Dongchen's gaze penetrated the last line of defense in his heart, and the little goblin smiled.
He walked slowly, sat down lightly, ran his long nails across his straight nose, and murmured: "You know? I have been asking myself if I should be happy. But I have never been happy. I know that I have fallen in love
I fell in love with someone I shouldn’t have loved.”
Ai Wei'er's sad smile is like the wind blowing on the lake in winter.
"Uncle Longa is dead, and I no longer have any relatives. As a saint, I should have married a Behemoth to contribute my power to the prosperity of the orcs. But my holiness has been tarnished by you."
"..."
A drop of crystal fell, and Ai Wei'er looked at Dongchen who was silent and shed bitter tears: "I should hate you. But when you closed your eyes in front of me, I suddenly found... I lost everything
world."
His delicate hands stroked his hair, and tears fell like rain. Dongchen continued to be silent, not knowing what to say.
"I have asked myself more than once whether it is because I only have hatred that I care about you so much. However, after thinking about it for a long time, I still have no answer."
Holding her legs tightly with her hands, and her chin on her knees, the little fairy continued to talk quietly: "Slowly recall every moment after we met, recall the changes in my heart, and recall when I fell in love with you. I have been thinking,
It would be nice if we could keep traveling in the desert. Even if you hated people so much at that time, at least you were still alive..."
"I……"
Reaching out to cover Dongchen's open mouth, Ai Wei'er shook her head: "You are my man. I have imagined countless times what my man would look like? Tall? Handsome? Strong and powerful? Maybe he has a bad temper occasionally.
He will also beat me. And I will bear a lot of children for him."
Ai smiled self-deprecatingly, tears slid down his clothes, and fell to pieces: "My dream was shattered because of you. You are different from the man I always imagined. You are not the man I like, but I fell in love with you."
Wei'er stared at Dongchen: "When you stood still after seeing Annie, I couldn't help but realize that I had already fallen in love with you! Now, I just want to ask you one thing..."
"You ask..." Dongchen's voice was so dry that even he didn't know it.
"If I were standing behind Sister Christina that day, would you still stand there without moving?"
His soul-piercing eyes stared at Dongchen without blinking.
Dongchen didn't flinch or dodge. He frowned, thought for a long time, and shook his head: "I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. My reason tells me that I should get out of the way. But what will actually happen, I don't know.
Because that day, I didn’t get out of the way either.”
Strong hands caressed her delicate face, her eagle-like eyes were filled with confusion.
"Instinct overcame reason and made me stand in front of Anne and push Christina away. I won't panic or lie to my own woman. So, I don't know."
Turning his head and looking at the little angel who was stunned, Dongchen asked carefully: "Annie, do you blame your brother?"
"No way!" She tilted her little head, her seductive face flushed. Anne showed two sweet dimples, and her pure and holy smile seemed to be able to infect everything in the world.
Ai Wei'er looked at Dongchen, then at Annie, and also smiled.