Crawling! Boom is like a beetle with broken legs, crawling slowly on the bluestone road. His gray and white hair is stained with a little dust, and his big calloused hands are embedded in the cracks of the stone, and his nails are white and trembling slightly.<
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The deadline is approaching, and Boom Wuxia no longer thinks about tomorrow's events. He only hopes that before he dies, he can experience that kind of pain again, or say goodbye to those faceless people.
The so-called knots are those things that are still fresh in the memory even after more than ten years. They are like burrs piercing the skin, or recurring bouts of athlete's foot. Although they are not fatal, they are always difficult to let go of.<
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Boom has lived for decades. He has gradually grown from a little thief in the Aogu King City to an orphan leader in the slums. This is how people are, when they don’t have what they can’t get, they will always yearn for it, but when they get it, they don’t.
It also feels lackluster. With more experience, people will naturally become more and more numb. After walking a lot, it is no longer difficult to maintain the pure expectation in the heart.
Today's slums seem extremely quiet. There are no curses and complaints, no pain and tears, no one died at night, and no children were abducted and disappeared. The doors of each wooden house are closed, and wild cats roam around.
The dogs disappeared, the bugs and rats were nowhere to be found.
Although a slight difference arose in Boom's mind, he then thought about his legs that had disappeared out of thin air, and then grinned bitterly, hoping that this belated nightmare could finally come to a perfect end.
His hands moved back and forth alternately, sweat mixed with dust dripping from his cheeks. Boom looked up and around. At this time, he had climbed out of the slums, and the scene in front of him was as expected. The entire Aogu King City was empty, and the lion flag was hunting.
The copper kettle at the breakfast stall kept spewing water mist.
The market area is still full of goods, the thin knives for deboning are nailed to the chopping board, and the gold and silver are intertwined in the iron boxes for locking the money. The hemp ropes for binding vegetables are ready to go, and bursts of fruity aroma are coming. But originally
The bustling market area was completely silent at this moment, with no vendors or customers.
Continuing to crawl forward, the shops on both sides of the street seemed like yesterday, but today no buyers came. Boom finally stopped, and a piece of exquisite and luxurious buildings was reflected in his dark pupils.
Once upon a time, Boom was also very curious about the lives of those nobles. The gold threads on the brocade robes were intertwined into various decorative patterns. The carriages, no matter how big or small, would be pulled by servants. The food they ate was not to satisfy their hunger, but to strive for exquisiteness and luxury.
, although the places you live in are different, drinking a glass of ale in the afternoon is indispensable.
The completely different life trajectories made Boom feel endless curiosity every time he stared at it. However, just like his calm and cold character, although Boom could not let go of this, he still never set foot in the aristocratic area. p>
In many places, "thieves" are just disgusting existences. They are either angry at the behavior of these guys, or they are gloating that they are imprisoned in a dark prison. But if a "thief" appears in an aristocratic area, it becomes a threat.
An evil deed that can only seek mercy through death.
The white beard on his lips trembled slightly. Boom reached out and touched the wall of the noble area, then turned and left. Even in his dream, he did not have the courage to step inside, let alone see the nobles' houses with his own eyes.
, and even put his butt on those finely carved stone benches.
"Nobles" are very common creatures. Like poor people like Boom, they all live in the King of Augu and breathe the same air. However, the situations of the two sides are always very different. The former can be called
They are porcelain, and the latter are just stoneware vessels.
Crawling and crawling forward, the gray linen hood on the chest was gradually worn away, the skin turned from red to dark, and the blood turned into dirty blood. However, the pain has long been common. Boom has lacked gold coins, lacked meat, and lacked black blood in his life.
Bread, but never lack of pain.
This is the fate of a "thief". The food in his mouth is obtained through beatings one after another, and the robe on his body is also a re-creation of the contemptuous gaze. The Miracle Plain is still so empty, but those dangerous beasts are nowhere to be seen.
But there was silence in the small mountain village.
The cold stream water poured into the mouth, and the grass was as sharp as a knife. It cut through the gray linen hood, leaving countless bloody wounds on half of the body.
The scorching sun turned into the setting sun, and then it disappeared into the horizon. The stars filled the sky, and the bright moon gave off its faint light, but the only thing missing from this beautiful picture was the chirping of the night owls and the chattering of the songbirds. Boom was silent
Looking at the night sky, his legs have long since disappeared, and they are slowly eroding upwards, seeming to completely decompose him.
A burst of rapid breathing echoed in the air. Although Boom's ten nails were curled, he still chose to accept the excitement in his heart and crawled in a certain direction. The cool breeze blew past, and the exposed blood
There was severe pain in my dripping fingers, and the dirt was like a file, constantly rubbing against Boom's nerves.
The cold sweat finally blocked all the pores and soaked the gray linen hood, forcing Boom to stay awake. The morning light emerged again, but the whole world was still dead, as if only Boom was left. Boom's lips
He had already turned purple, but the smile on his face became even brighter.
Although he has never been to the dense forest in front of him, Boom feels that it is very familiar here. It is a sense of belonging that comes from the depths of the soul, more like an old friend is waiting inside. The injury on his chest is getting more serious, and his roots are...
The ribs are looming, and the blood behind him has stained the grass red.
If Rikka was by her side, she would definitely blurt it out, because this is where she and Boom stayed, and it was the place where the two decided to go to the Principality of Xisai. But Boom has now lost all her memories, or in other words, everything about Rikka
memory.
But that kind of bond originating from the depths of the soul always leads Boom forward and always makes him miserable. It's not like despair, let alone chagrin or regret! It's just the purest regret, regret about why he lives in such a muddle.
For the rest of my life, I have regretted why I did not meet the other person on that dark rainy night decades ago.
The fallen leaves of pine trees more than ten meters high were moving along the stream, the breeze was whistling in the ears, and the waterfall not far away was the end. After a moment, he leaned in the cave and stopped moving. The scenery in front of him
Through the waterfall, it becomes an abstract painting. The skeleton next to it is slender but complete, seeming to be the final appearance of the venomous snake.
Boom subconsciously raised his hand, but the existence and Rikka in the other world line did not appear. Water dropped on his forehead, and Boom slowly closed his eyes, very satisfied with this natural tomb. Death is not terrible, it is terrible.
What's more, I have never understood the meaning of those nightmares.
"Who is that figure that turns back three times every step, and why does it seem reluctant to leave? Who is that figure wearing an angel statue, and why does it give me a familiar feeling?"
These two questions have always been echoing in his mind, but Boom's body has long been cold, so cold that his blood stagnated, and so cold that he was as cold as the poisonous snake bones next to him.
"Brother, when will you wake up? I and Sister Christine are very worried!" Rikka's voice suddenly appeared, circling and echoing throughout the Miracle Plain. However, Boom had already lost consciousness, so how could he
Hear.
The end of life is death. Boom has experienced the short life of ordinary people. However, this is only the first step of advancement and the simplest test.