Ice flakes fly and butterflies scatter dust. On this rural stone road frozen at dusk, the blue-black remains seep into the cracked ice stream, as if life is withering in the glacier.
And in the center of this unheard-of ice stream, the two people who created this tragic situation stood on two tiny icicles without saying a word. Whether they were wearing white uniform coats or black butterfly miko skirts,
Everything is still the same as it was a few hours ago.
The only difference is that in the human-shaped hole behind Abigail, Dongfang Yu, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, can already straighten his upper body. He supports his lover Dongfang Bing, who is still unconscious next to him, and curls up like a lonely boat among hundreds of people.
In the corner of the building meters away.
Dreams and reality can interact with each other. When a living being enters the dream, his existence falls into a state similar to "Schrödinger's cat". The things he encounters in the dream (injury, gaining superpowers, body mutation)
etc.) will be directly reflected in reality, and what happens in reality will in turn affect the existence of the creature in the dreamland.
Since the time in the two planes is not consistent, the time in the dreamland is generally slower than the real world. However, the flow rate of this time can be freely adjusted by the manager of the dreamland territory. In addition to not being faster than the real world, the flow rate of time can not be faster than the real world.
Things like slow ratios can be controlled at any time.
Just like Dongfang Yu at this moment, if we look at it from the perspective of the real world, he was played to the point of death by Abigail in the dreamland (dreamland), and he was bleeding all over his body the moment he fell into a coma (reality)
, had already listened to Abigail’s seductive words when he fell down (reality).
In reality, kind-hearted passers-by immediately notified the ambulance to rescue Dongfang Yu and Dongfang Bing. It took more than an hour from getting in the car to basically stabilizing their lives.
Reflected in the dreamland, the reason why he was able to wake up from the waste pit about four hours after Abigail and Canglian started fighting was because he had already performed emergency surgery on the operating table in reality.
But more importantly, his family's heirloom sword "Bing Yu" gradually recovered under the energy emitted intentionally or unintentionally by Cang Lian. Dongfang Yu has a soul contract with it. To a certain extent, the two of them can do this
Basic complementarity.
Of course, the same is true for Lin Shuwen and the "Shadow" sword, the "Hui" sword and the "Bloodscale" sword.
"strength……"
"Do you want to continue fighting? You don't dare to kill me, you can't kill me, and I won't kill you because of the power in my body."
"Tell me what Yogurt thinks."
A crow somewhere made a piercing scream, and under Dongfang Yu's horrified gaze, the streets that were originally covered with glaciers and looked like the Ice Age were "peeled" out of this time and space in an instant.
Yes, "peeling off" is like an image projected onto a curtain, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
The streets of gravel and dirt, the simple and unsophisticated rural buildings of the Eagle Kingdom from the last century, and the bell tower behind her sounded the reminder to pray. Abigail turned around, and her clothes changed back to the nun's clothes from the beginning!
Dongfang Yu's body went limp, and the scenes that constantly impacted his outlook turned white, and then he lost all consciousness from his body.
"Father God's meaning has always been very simple. Long before Naiya took action, Father God had been observing that adult."
Human beings dressed in simple clothes began to appear on the roadside. From their clothes to their behavior, they were the same as the rural residents of Eagle Country hundreds of years ago.
The smoke from the kitchen had died down, and the aroma of toasted bread and broth began to permeate the surroundings.
"Yes, as those of you who are related to reincarnation know
That existence.”
The little blond nun in the crowd narrowed her eyes. She stood in the middle of the road and made an angelic smile that meant farewell.
Canglian looked at her, then lowered her head, put her hands into the pockets of her slim white jeans, turned around and walked towards the village gate.
The sound of the key turning rang out, and Canglian's figure disappeared into the white light that filled the door frame.
"despair."
"Um?!"
Feng Hui (Lin Shuwen), who was sitting on the bed, shook his ears. He put down his mobile phone, turned his face to the door, and held his breath.
"Ta-ta!"
The moonlight was bright, and these crisp footsteps seemed particularly crisp and obvious in the house at two o'clock in the morning.
Feng Hui moved his body, and the shadow under the bed began to spread across the house.
"really……"
The extension of the shadow was hindered. Through the shadow's vision, Feng Hui "saw" the only empty crotch area:
The bathroom in your own bedroom?!
Feng Hui stepped on the shadow, and Mei'er, who had been sleeping soundly next to his pillow, had already returned to a height of 1.92 meters, her tail was waving, and she was standing at the door of the bathroom with hair all over her body.
The perception of animals has always far exceeded that of humans. At the same time, Meier has always been resentful of her master's over-protection (not taking her on missions). At this moment, sharp claws have popped up on her four legs, and her body is tensed and ready to pounce at any time.
Enter the bathroom.
(Where to take it)
(Master, I can jump in...)
(Stay there, if you want me to take you out on missions in the future.)
Or is it that there are many women around Feng Hui? In this way, he can see through the other party's main concerns and reduce the possibility of his being impulsive in the most efficient way.
This is a normal thing for Feng Hui, who has grown up observing words and emotions since childhood.
(Okay...you must take me...)
(Yeah, definitely.)
Feng Hui touched Mei'er's big head, holding the "Shadow" sword, and walked alone into the bathroom that exuded a cold atmosphere.
"Click!"
Just as he stepped onto the ice-covered floor, Feng Hui, recalling something, let go of the "Shadow" sword in his hand.
"Is that you? Canglian?"
"..."
No one answered, but the air-conditioning that kept stirring Feng Hui's mind told him that the person in the bathroom at this moment was the guardian he had never visited to thank him.
I really forgot something very important.
"Click..."
Feng Hui turned the door handle, and a light female voice finally came from the originally quiet bathroom:
"Don't come in, just stand there and I'll ask you questions."
Weak and weak, as if she was suppressing the pain in her body, Feng Hui immediately understood after hearing Cang Lian's words that she was most likely seriously injured on the other side of the door.
The palm holding the door handle began to tighten, and Feng Hui had the urge to refuse Canglian's request.
"go ahead."
Outside the bedroom door, Feng Xuyuan, who heard the voice, leaned against the wall and listened quietly to the movements in the room.
"Why, don't you go find me."
"Because a lot of things happened..."
"What about after returning to Xinzhou? I have watched you take your daughter around and flirt with other women countless times. Are you telling me that this is also a lot of things?"
The door handle felt the weight of a heavy object pressing against the door panel. Feng Hui lowered his head and had no choice to continue arguing.
He recalled the life when he met Canglian. They were each other's only one, and they used their lives to explain the thing closest to "eternity": love.
Fenghui already knew it when he met Canglian. To this day, Canglian, who has become the incarnation of the concept of "eternity", still holds on to the emotion of enlightenment.
Compared with her, I
He is a complete betrayer.
"The daughter you are talking about is named Aike. I rescued her from humans and used my own blood to heal her life. So in your eyes, she and I have very similar blood.
, of course, in a sense, she and I have a "blood" relationship."
"You know I don't want to hear this..."
"I also know what you want to hear."
Feng Hui pulled the door panel, and in the rising ice mist, blue hair fell on his shoulders, and he knelt on his knees, just catching her arms and holding her restrainedly in his arms.
Under the moonlight, Cang Lian's snow-white skin was covered with dark lines. She looked in a trance, as if she was immersed in a fantasy.
But what was reflected in the center of her pupils was always the figure of that damn man.
"I have become accustomed to your passion, and I have also vindictively wanted to find excitement in one of your romantic moments..."
"But you finally found me."
"Humph, maybe this is the difference between women and men..."
Black lines were constantly being introduced into Feng Hui's body. Although he was surprised that the nature of the force that hurt Cang Lian was almost the same as his own, at this moment, he didn't think much about these things.
The important thing is to cure her of what she owes.
"Do you know what I think? Regarding whether you betrayed our feelings..."
Cang Lian raised her arm and slowly swept away Feng Hui's bangs, murmuring in her voice:
"Do you still love me?"
No matter the circumstances, no matter the time, even if we have long forgotten each other, even if our identities and existences are completely different, I will still fall in love with you without hesitation the next time I see you.
This is what is called "eternal" love.
"I want to say love, but I'm worried that I don't have the qualifications."
"Love or not, I want to believe that you still know what "love" is."
It's not a momentary excitement, nor a greedy desire, nor a sudden surge of blood.
The "love" that Canglian wants Fenghui to say is a kind of "speaking spirit" that comes from existence itself.
"Yes, I still love you."
"Then why don't you hold me tight?"
"I betrayed your feelings. Compared with your persistence from beginning to end, I am not even qualified to say that I love you."
"So, are you willing to requalify?"
"If I could..."
"Then, hold me tight."
The hands that ended at her arms finally wrapped around Cang Lian's body. She closed her eyes, tilted her head and rested her head on Feng Hui's left chest, quietly listening to the constantly skipping beat.
"Compared with the so-called "eternity", being able to meet you again and feeling your love again is the most important thing to me."
"The only thing you're sorry for is that you didn't wait for me to protect you every time."
Since that life, Cang Lian, who followed Feng Hui's reincarnation, never once caught up with him who was still alive like this life.
Every time, I miss it,
Every time, I could only look at his body and tombstone.
She is not subject to the "inhibitory power" of nine reincarnations, but it is because she only meets death every time she meets.
So in this life, when she saw the living Fenghui, Canglian was so excited that she fell into a coma for three days and three nights.
She waited and guarded him carefully, worried that he would die in front of her again, worried that it would interfere with his reincarnation, and that her only remaining hope (to find him despite her inhibitions) would be withdrawn.
Finally, she waited for his awakening.
Waiting for his promise,
The next one waiting is to love you.
Under the moonlight, Canglian lay peacefully in Fenghui's arms, just like the ice lotus held by the young man at that time.