Killing the little sika deer was very simple. Cesare could clearly feel the other person's weak heart beating rapidly. The heartbeat was getting faster and faster, which meant that she was instinctively afraid.
But why haven't we regressed?
The distance was getting closer and closer, so close that she could feel the warm breath of the deer and the aroma of flesh and blood. Cesare had already given her a chance. She could escape several times and stay away from him, as long as she didn't try to stop him. Own!
She could have survived.
My throat is dry and I want to drink something fishy to quench my thirst. My stomach is very hungry and I want to eat something that will make me scream.
Now the little sika deer has been reduced to a delicious meal on the chopping board in Cesare's cruel eyes, tearing her neck open, tearing off her head, and drinking her blood!
All those who want to stop themselves from returning to their sister must pay the price!
The nameless anger burning in Cesare's body made his every move become exciting and fiery. The little deer seemed to be shouting something to him, but Cesare couldn't hear it at all.
The loud voices in his head were chattering.
Some of the sounds were like vines wrapping around his body, making a "clicking" sound, and they were just auditory hallucinations.
Because Cesare couldn't feel any foreign objects on his body. On the contrary, his body was very light, as if all the bones in his body had been completely abandoned, leaving only a numb soul driving a skin that was gradually entering madness.
Other sounds were Claudius's evil smile, something that he couldn't get rid of and always lingered around him, like a nerve integrated into his brain, becoming an inseparable part of his soul.
His harsh laughter and whispers that made Cesare dizzy could be heard no matter what.
"Kill her."
"Kill her."
"Kill her..."
The noisy and harsh sounds continued. Why did Claudius torture himself like this? There was no need for him to talk nonsense, Cesare was planning to do just that... This was also the result that the poor little sika deer brought upon himself.
It was unclear whether it was the power brought by hunger or anger. Cesare's limbs felt unprecedented strength, as if he could fly into the air with a single leap. He pounced on the weak and pitiful little animal, following the scent of blood. Biting the white neck.
It wasn't until the last moment that the little sika deer seemed to realize that the disaster was coming. She tried to raise her front hooves to block it, but she simply overestimated her capabilities.
The sharp claws scratched the smooth surface of the deer's hooves and peeled off the thin layer of keratin, allowing the sweet blood to seep out and gush out.
Cesare heard the prey let out a delicate scream. The deer didn't know how to jump up and dodge until it was injured.
Her speed was very fast. If she had been any slower, her body would have been torn apart by Cesare. However, she turned sideways in time and suddenly jumped away from Cesare's offensive. She landed firmly aside and let Cesare Sarai missed it.
The soft soil sank into pits under the impact. The astonishing destructive power stirred up a cloud of smoke and dust, causing sand and gravel to fly all over the sky. It also exposed the roots of big trees under the surface, and several short saplings collapsed instantly. .
The consequences of physical contact would be disastrous.
After shaking off the ashes on his face, Cesare stood up and twirled the blood in his paws, then licked it lightly with his tongue. The delicacies of the world stimulated the taste buds on the tip of his tongue, making Cesare's body even more excited.
The smell of blood floating in the air was like an invisible chain linking him to the little sika deer. Only when one of them stopped breathing could the other leave alive.
But what did Cesare have to worry about?
He slowly turned around to look at his prey. The deer's front hooves had become bloody, and the blood flowed out and seeped into the earth, nourishing the greedy vegetation. She shook again and again, the pain making her thin body even more fragile.
Her breathing quickened, her heart beat intensified, and blood gurgled from her left front hoof, dyeing its white fur red.
The faster the blood flows, the faster you die. Gradually, the bright red color of the wound darkens, and the blood is mixed with black things...
Cesare approached the little sika deer again. The little deer wanted to hide, but the injury to her front hooves made it difficult for her to support her body. She was shaking unbalanced from side to side and was about to fall down at any time. Her clear eyes reflected Cesare's shadow. , as if giving up the struggle.
Quietly, let life carry out the final countdown before dying...
For some people, the saddest thing in life is falling in love with a life that is not their own.
Anya remembered her favorite bedtime fairy tale when she was a child.
The protagonist in the story is called Icarus. The story is roughly about that Icarus's father offended the gods and imprisoned the father and son on an island from which they could not escape.
In order to leave the island and go to the outside world, Icarus's father made a pair of wings from wax and bird feathers. He told Icarus to maintain altitude when flying, not to fly too high or too low.
Only by flying carefully and smoothly can you reach the other side safely.
Icarus agreed. He put on his wings and flew into the sky. Nothing could restrain his freedom. He rushed towards the blue sky and went to the outside world...
In countless dreams, Anya also imagined that... she could be free and unfettered, and see the vastness of the world in that blue sky. That was her dream in this life.
Unlike Cesare, Anya does not have much impression of her mother in her memory. She only knows that her mother was very busy. She was either in Florence or on the way to Florence all year round, and sometimes she had to go abroad to be busy. Only there is no time to stay at home.
Occasionally, I finally returned home, but most of the time I just locked myself in my room to deal with complicated and boring official documents. Not to mention accompanying Anya, I barely even exchanged a few words with Anya's father before leaving in a hurry again.
Anya remembered that she seemed to have an older brother, but she couldn't remember it at all, because her mother would take him away every time she went out. Sometimes when her mother came back, the boy who was older than her would not come back, as if he was older than her mother. As if busy.
Not only could her mother not remember Anya's birthday, she didn't even know how old her daughter was when she grew up. She forgot several times how old Anya was this year. Her daughter has always been a dispensable existence to her.
Although mother and daughter have never communicated this issue face to face, Anya knows it very well...
Mom really doesn't like herself.
When she was a child, Anya thought it was the disability of her legs that prevented her mother from liking her. She thought that one day she would be able to stand up, and maybe she could go out into the outside world with her mother.
On the day when the magic came, Anya saw the dragon and her legs could stand on the same day.
