She swung her sword and struck at the traitor.
The devil screamed behind him, and his former companions had long been reduced to withered corpses.
Victory is accompanied by the pursuit of the crowd. They are incompetent and innocent, making her question themselves again and again.
But when the war stopped, she never looked back.
Time passed, but she was still alone and widowed.
She is wandering and wandering.
The land was vast, and she had nowhere to go.
——"The Brave. Final Chapter"
On that day, when the lights were bright, the last dragon flew into the sky, and she was finally able to break the stars, she suddenly realized that she had made the wrong choice.
Cangyin City, East Gate.
This is the only path to the heart of the World Tree. The strongest army among the elves is stationed here. In the past, foreigners would be killed immediately as long as they came within fifty miles of this place, but the man in the gray cloak was carrying a sword bag. When they came, they raised their hands and cheered.
Ella, that's our Ella.
They said this not only because of her slender ears and emerald green eyes, but also because she was Ella, the Ella who saved all living things.
This was the first stop on her journey. She had just walked back from the steep Longshan Mountain, and now she was covered in dust and dust.
She wouldn't have been so embarrassed in the past. She rode a dragon up the mountain. She could actually fly. The invincible sword master was also a wise sage. But after saying goodbye to the white dragon full of hatred, she no longer wanted to use those skills. It's a complicated technique.
After all, even the holy sword behind her wouldn't want to fight for her anymore, right?
Thinking of this, Ella looked up at the vast starry sky. It is said that those are the eyes of the gods. They will know people's crimes through the stars, and finally judge the dead when they cross the river.
The door as tall as a mountain opened, revealing only her.
Ella lowered the brim of her cloak, ignored the warriors who raised their swords, and walked quickly towards the heart of the tree.
She may have fought side by side with these warriors when the demons invaded, but at this moment, she just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Creatures are always extremely friendly when faced with the crisis of annihilation. Therefore, regardless of race, her comrades are always good people without selfish motives.
Therefore, although she did not want to admit it, everyone in her magnificent life was innocent.
After passing through the grand front porch, passing over statue after statue engraved with ancient elves, and walking up the long and seemingly endless stairs, she finally arrived.
"Ella, is it Ella?"
An old and compassionate voice sounded. She turned around, and the crouched elder appeared behind her, trembling and holding on to his cane.
"Are you here..." The elder paused for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he struggled to utter a few syllables, "Are you here to participate in the celebration...?"
Yeah?
Ella thought about it, and suddenly realized it after seeing the old man's clenched fists and the slight glint in the corners of his eyes.
"Yeah...yeah..." Ella smiled. She was really beautiful, as if she was carefully carved by the gods without any flaws. "Great Elder, I am, I'm here."
"now that..."
A brave man now, a child once.
The suffering of the past, the joy of now.
The old man who had witnessed too many stories finally let go of his hand.
Elder, elder.
He knows how to make the right choice.
"Since... you're here, I'll leave it to you to light the fire for the altar."
The old man handed the stick to Ella and smiled kindly.
"Although my eyesight is dim, this is a torch, right?"
Yes, everyone is innocent.
She knelt down, took the cane from the elder respectfully, gritted her teeth, said nothing, turned around, and left.
She can't look back.
When she left, the elves filled her luggage with fruit wine and dried meat.
Come back, Ella.
The elves laughed warmly and said this to her.
This will always be your home and we will always be your friends.
Yuanwu Town, Beishan.
Drinking and brewing wine are like the cycle of life and death, which runs through the life of every dwarf.
Dwarves are not ugly. They live in mountains and caves. After shaving all their hair, they are whiter and more beautiful than most humans.
But they don't shave.
Ella once shaved the beard of the priest in the team out of curiosity. As a result, in the five battles after that, even if her blood was about to dry up, the priest had to first heal the swelling on the head of the ranger after accidentally tripping, and then slowly She took a sip of wine, then walked over slowly, and spent several minutes healing her foot injury as if reciting scriptures.
Since then, Ella has learned to respect the culture and aesthetics of foreigners.
This town is still as noisy as before, and the insults and fights during the day are no different from when Ella first came here. Even the content has not changed much. It is just about who is stronger, ale or walnut wine, or... Yesterday, someone got drunk and smashed up his own stall. It was a noisy little thing.
Ella threw the drunken defenders into the corner and kindly stacked them in a row so that they would not vomit all over their bodies when they woke up.
"I don't want to do that!"
She suddenly heard a dwarf yelling in the market, "Adding ale to black bread is a waste of wine and an insult to bread!"
"Shut up, old drunkard." Another young voice sounded, with a tone full of disdain and ridicule, "This is a good idea that us young people have spent several years coming up with. What do you understand?"
"Huh? If adding wheat to wheat is such a good idea, why don't you... don't... add jam to the cider?"
Here it is again, crazy talk with no logic.
Ella recognized the voice of the old drunkard, sighed, walked through the crowd, and slipped out the mayor who had no authority at all.
"What are you doing? Do you want to fight? Come on!"
The dwarf, who had not yet sobered up, waved his fist randomly in the air, unable to reach anything.
Ella stared at the arrogant dwarf, tilted her head, and thought for a moment.
"Pagoa, I'll take the two best barrels of wine from that store." Ella pointed to a store not far away, "How about exchanging the keys to your house?"
"real?"
The dwarf mayor, who was about to have his hair and beard rolled into a ball, stopped struggling and his eyes lit up.
Ella nodded affirmatively, and after a few breaths, she got a key made of mithril and two receipts from "Dora's Tavern".
It was easier than she thought.
Maybe she shouldn't always think about using swords and violence to solve problems. Most of her mistakes in her life were made in the symphony of blood and bones. People on this endless continent always feel that the direction her sword points is forever. Correct, but she understood that if she pointed the edge at herself, then many of the problems that seemed to others to be unresolved were just ordinary farces that could be solved by a few bad banquets.
Pagoa's little house was as dirty as ever, with various objects scattered on the ground. The last time she came, the demon's tarantula knights defeated every line of defense of the dwarves. It was her teammates who sacrificed two people, including herself. It took the names of sixteen dwarf Tiankui to stop the battle line at this border town.
Afterwards, hunger, famine, war, massacre...
After that, Asilal, Quillon, Svenden, Jerlap, Soa...
Most of the dwarves the brave man knew were dead. Those who died clearly died, but those who survived lived unclearly.
Pagoa was unwilling to collect their relics. He thought that as long as the hammers and bucklers without their owners were piled there as before, the animals that were tougher than cockroaches would come back.
Come back, drink, eat meat, cheer, and dance. Beat him because he failed to maintain these fine weapons. Then continue, drink, eat meat, cheer, and dance.
Pagoa must have thought so.
But after thousands of years, war will be regarded as a historical song only for entertainment. Now after the war, and even in the decades to come, war is just war.
Innocent people die for no reason, and guilty people sleep forever without waiting for forgiveness.
Maybe a few days ago, some people still remembered why they had to travel far away just to wave the butcher knife in their hands, but in just a moment, when they realized what the liquid splashed on the tip of their noses represented, all the poetry lost its sublimity.
They won't come back.
She stepped over the buckler left by a warrior who threw her to the ground and used his body to block the rain of arrows, and finally found the treasure that Pagoa was supposed to protect with his life.
A purple stone.
Not gems, not jade, not colored glaze.
Just a stone glowing purple.
She squatted down and put the stone into the animal skin bag behind her.
"When will you come back?"
The drunkard's voice was as lakey as ever, he was burping, and random mumblings came from the beard on his face from time to time, "It's time for you to come back, right?"
She pursed her lips and was silent for a while.
After thinking about it, she snapped her fingers, and a certain witch's broom appeared out of thin air, and she threw it to the three-inch-tall dwarf.
"I won't, no one will."
"Stop worrying me, Pagoa. Just clean up the house just for me."
"If you act like this, it will be difficult for me to walk."
After saying that, she didn't look back, and didn't let the dwarf behind her see her face clearly. She left alone from the lively Round Dance Town.
I didn’t bring any wine or barbecue.
Pagoa actually ignored her. He just threw the broom in his hand, scratched out a decent open space on the floor, snored loudly, and fell asleep.
Speaking of which, I haven’t been to the workshop for a long time.
In the dream, many people, tall and short, said this to him.
Go check it out.
The royal city of mankind is magnificent.
They are as arrogant as the elves, but compared to the elves' natural arrogance, their arrogance is more like showing off their desires and pulling others down.
Of course, she still remembered that sentence.
From start to finish, no one is at fault.
Of course, she remembered that sentence too.
Live for what you can lose.
For some reason, the evil spirit from outside the realm just glanced at her and gave her a reason to continue living.
The prosperous streets, gorgeous clothes, and the strong fragrance wafting from several bakeries made the entire royal city immersed in the residual poison of the war, as if the blood stains and skeletons deep in the alleys that had not been cleaned up did not exist. The short life made Human beings are easy to recognize the reality, and they are more willing to spend time looking for new bonds and meaning than remembering the past.
She envies humans.
She had also wondered whether her previous self had false love, but after thinking about it all, all she wanted to do was chase.
That shouldn't be love.
The greatest creation of mankind is eternal love.
But she believed that there would always be something greater than love in the creation above human beings.
Taking out the medal given to her by the royal family, the guards guarding the city bowed deeply to her and opened the gate of the castle.
The child who could not lift the sword the last time they met has become a majestic king, but when he really meets the brave man who has longed for him, he becomes a cowardly child again.
"Ella, you're here."
He was careful, but this continent, and all the stars, he alone knew what Ella was going to do.
Ella looked at the bowed king, thinking about it, but hesitated to speak.
In the end, he could only sigh, take out the glass bottle made from the boundless soil from his arms, and hand it to him.
The king did not hesitate.
The golden king's blood flowed from his fingertips. After two full minutes, the golden color faded away, leaving only the bright red color of mortals and the soul-draining pain, and he smiled.
Ella, my dear Ella.
You don't have to blame yourself, you don't have to feel guilty.
Don't worry, either, as the carols said at dusk.
Everything will be fine, everything will be fine.
After dawn comes half light.
When night falls, the sky is filled with stars.
Even during a solar eclipse, white pearls still shine brightly in the depths of the sea.
Just like the song goes.
everything will get better.
Don't be afraid, and don't be hesitant.
The journey ahead is endless and long.
But please remember, we are here, and so are they.
The river of time cannot overflow kindness, and the track of fate cannot penetrate virtue.
Ella.
Our dear Ella.
We'll support you forever.
We are your friends forever.
Songyuan, wilderness, covered with snow.
Yellow sand, mirage, scorching sun.
To the north of the mainland is the land of the demons.
Their skin is dark and red to resist the vicious scorching sun.
Their eyes are white and blue, looking for trapped beasts in the night.
They are also human beings, they just live harder and go further.
They had nothing to do but suffer from years of famine, and all women and children died.
People in the south call them demons, but they just want to survive.
In the beginning, they just want to survive.
Who is it?
Who was the first to wield the butcher knife?
He must be the Demon King.
However, only people in the south call them demons, so why is their king the demon king?
Why do they call their king a demon?
Frightened, terrified, helpless.
This land is actually much better than before.
The fields are there and the wells are there.
In this wild and wild land, there are no people dying of hunger.
She looked at the endless lights and tents and was stunned for a long, long time.
No one is wrong.
These words kept echoing in her mind, like the small courtyard in the fog in her childhood, quiet, empty, and beautiful.
Everyone just wants to survive.
No one is wrong, and neither are you.
So stop crying, keep doing what you are going to do, keep going the way you are going.
One day, suffering will disappear from this continent.
That was not because of the whispers of the great elves, nor the prayers of the human church.
That's the path you, and I, and those who died, all of them, blazed together.
Stay alive, Ella.
With all my expectations, live on.
"no no......"
It shouldn't be like this.
Even though she was crying, the past still urged her to continue preparing for the journey.
She took advantage of the darkness and quietly sneaked into the largest black tent in the center of the camp.
"You came."
The young man was lying on the animal skin bed, as if he had anticipated her arrival.
He turned over, facing away from the hero, and pointed at the clay pot on the table with his scarlet tail.
"The thing is there, get out."
Without saying a word, she put the clay pot in her bag and left.
After the hero left, a long time passed before the young demon king murmured to himself in his sleep.
"Don't die...don't die..."
After escaping from the continuous demonic realm and decorating her journey, Ella was finally able to fulfill her original wish.
She came to the sacred mountain at the end of the sea.
After decades of trekking, the brave man finally got what he wanted.
She looked at the stairs that stretched deep into the sky, looked back, and said goodbye to the dragon that brought her here.
"You hate me and I hate you."
"I hate why you didn't kill me."
"Why do you hate me for giving up everything."
"I know, I know that your teacher is more knowledgeable than you think. He has explained almost all my doubts, but I also realized that I am not as rational as I expected."
"So, yeah, I still don't want to look back."
"I know there are a lot of people who want me to stay and want me to come home."
“But what about those who don’t have a home?”
"Where are they going back?"
The dragon turned around without saying a word and flew away.
Ella stared at its figure, knowing that it was the last memory of her hometown.
But, the road must be walked.
She no longer hesitated, carried her heavy luggage, stepped onto the first step, and never looked back.
Legend has it that there is a towering tree in the west of the continent that is as old as the world, and elves who live in peace with the world live there.
On the 30 millionth morning when the sun and the moon met, the tree dropped a branch full of vitality.
She takes one step and another.
Before the Sixty Thousand Steps, there were still the bones of pilgrims accompanying her.
Legend has it that there is a sacred mountain made of steel in the eastern part of the continent, where passionate dwarves live.
After 50,000 years of collision between the river and the sea, the majestic sacred mountain was hammered into an indestructible rock.
At the 620,000th step, the best flying eagle said goodbye to her.
Legend has it that there was a great king in the southern part of the continent. He led the weak human beings to defeat the harsh nature. When he planted his flag on the last plain, thousands of people cheered and endless prayers and blessings brought his victory. The blood turned golden, and from now on, he would no longer be afraid of cold, hunger or thirst.
As he compromised with time and lay at his bedside, the original king held his wife's hand and passed on the people's longings to his heirs.
On the 3.65 millionth step, the carnival on the ground has ended. The stars are waving to her, and there is only one spot of light left on the mainland, as if to persuade her to return to her hometown.
Legend has it that there is a group of demons in the northern part of the continent. They have green faces and fangs and do all kinds of evil. Their king is the most rampant and feeds on the blood of children and girls.
At the 67,540,000th step, she did not see the beautiful Moon Goddess.
At that time, the devil began to covet the fertility of the south and abuse the earth.
At the 156 millionth step, she did not face the scorching sun.
At that time, the devil tried to shake the majesty of the mountain and drink wine.
The 4,682,400,000th step, Gao Tian still hasn't given her an answer.
At that time, the devil tried to dig out the foundation of the giant tree and take away his life.
At the 16,276,330,000th step, she saw that the foundation of the world was crumbling.
Unparalleled brave men will be born when the dew accumulates into the sea.
Step 53,133,220,000, she waved goodbye to the stars.
The brave man will defeat the devil and save all living beings.
At the 75,488,820,000th step, the dust floating on the surface of the world felt the breath of the elves for the first time.
A brave man will ravage demons and make them fearful.
On the 143.2 billionth step, she became Bai Qian’s only pastime.
The brave man will tear out the devil's heart and immerse it in a black earthen jar that will never fade.
At the 390 billionth step, she finally realized that everything was falling.
Just to let the devil know the pain of destruction and loss.
On the 8650th day, she only had one branch, one stone, one bottle, one earthen jar, and one sword left. She had no choice but to hold them and move forward.
Legend has it that God has mercy on people and is willing to give them a chance to come back.
On Day 999 billion, she still remains herself.
As long as someone can be at the top of the world.
She will always remember Day 999.5 billion.
Plant the tallest tree.
Day 999.6 billion, she will no longer forget.
Build the highest mountain.
On Day 999.7 billion, she denied reality.
Read the most magnificent poem.
Day 999.8 billion, she is still blazing.
Do the greatest things.
On Day 999.9 billion, she still has a body.
Then God is willing to give the world the most fertile land.
Ninety-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine-nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, she was holding branches, stones, bottles, earthen pots, and swords.
for their enjoyment.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine nine hundred and ninety-nine nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven, her heart and soul are still the only light in this world.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine nine hundred and ninety-nine nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight.
Let them live and breathe.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine nine hundred and ninety-nine nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.
From then on, there was no more hunger, thirst and suffering in this continent.
one trillion.
All endings.
There will only be.
Happiness and elegy.
She has arrived.
She didn't have much left, but here she was.
At the end of the stairs, there is an inverted sky.
The waves meet the clouds, leaving only pure white tranquility between heaven and earth.
She struggled, holding branches, stones, bottles, earthen pots, and a sword, and moved forward in embarrassment.
She finally arrived.
She threw the branch into a clear spring.
She planted the stone in a patch of fertile soil.
She dropped the blood from the bottle into a gust of warm wind.
She filled the heart in the earthen jar with a pile of green and yellow leaves.
She was still holding the sword, but she looked up and finally saw the source of everything.
it.
It is the carrier of the story, the prologue to the origin.
It is a god, and it is also you and me.
Human beings always rebelliously depict gods in poems and paintings as iron blocks that don’t understand love and hate. But with so many travelers and singers sleeping forever in its arms, why doesn’t it understand those entanglements of grudges and grudges?
"You came."
After a long time, it still sighed, looking at the tall trees and mountains rising around it, and said to her.
"This is not the ending I planned for you, Ella."
You have grown up enough to leave this continent and become a world traveler that is the envy of all creation. Why do you have to do this?
It regrets, but still intends to fulfill its promise.
This continent does need new mountains, new trees, new lakes, and new seas.
"Ella, Ella who is always undefeated, Ella who saved everyone, in the end, are you going to burn yourself out to save the demons?"
Ella knew that the north needed clear fertile soil.
She looked at the mountains and trees in the distance, closed her eyes again, and listened carefully to the eternity and poetry contained in the wind.
Ella knew it, Ella knew it all.
But Ella still held the sword in her hand.
But Ella also knows that what the north needs is fertile soil and sky lakes.
But what the demons need is always the promise of their demon king.
So Ella just closed her eyes, and in its confusion, faced the mountains and trees in the distance, and swung the hero's last sword.
The sky collapsed, the earth cracked, and there were endless doubts.
Why?
You spent all your life climbing up, for what purpose?
"This world is different from most planes, Ella." It said to the dying hero, "This plane has no stars, only an empty continent. If it wants to expand outward, it needs a cornerstone, Ella. .”
"And you just cut off the only cornerstone of this plane."
"So, just for this foundation stone, you cut off the lake in the north?"
A long time ago, in the north of the continent, there lived a group of simple orcs. They worked hard and relied on the rivers gifted by God for their livelihood.
But one day, the lake turned into scarlet blood, and the beautiful orcs were cursed, growing ugly skin and scary green eyes.
"So, you interfered with the Banka worm's nest, letting them gnaw at the foundation of the World Tree, and letting the rotting sepsis flow into the humble river, just so that today, thousands of years later, the blood and souls of the four dead races can be filled with Entering the earth and giving birth to these so-called cornerstones?”
"..."
It began to wonder that these things were not something that a boundary traveler who had not yet begun his journey could know.
"who?"
"So, the only purpose of the birth of the 'Brave' is to intensify the war and create more deaths, right?"
"Who told you?"
"But there are so many children starving to death in the wilderness."
"Is it that Demon King?"
"But there are so many children freezing to death on the road."
"Is it that evil ghost?"
"But there are so many children, so many children! It's just them, why?"
"Why? Shouldn't that be the bottom line? Why? Why do you do this?"
"Why? Why are there so many children? You obviously know it, don't you? You know the pain of losing a child, you know all the pain, you know all the despair, you can also pity, you can also love, you can feel pain , isn’t it?”
"But, why?"
"Why lead the war?"
"Why create pain? All the dead will become you in the end. You are the mother who lost her child, and you are also the child who lost her mother. All the suffering that has occurred on this continent will converge on you in the end. In the end, You are the only one who remembers all this suffering, obviously you are the only one, and you are the only one who least wants this to happen, aren't you?"
"So why? Why is this all happening? Because you are a god? Or a book? But gods can also cry, but books can also wrinkle, but you are also me and everyone else. The evil ghost said that you are the way of heaven, You are the creator and all living beings. She also said that you are the most loving mother and that you are greater than the mother of living beings. You are destined to be a decision-maker who cannot judge your own right or wrong. I don’t understand what she means, but There are so many children, so many children! Dead in the snow! So many children! Those are children! They are dead! They don’t deserve to die!”
"Maybe we are fools, but those children, them, only them, why can't you consider them?"
"I know who you are, and I also know what the overall situation is. I know it all, I know it all, but I'm just confused. I don't understand. If you are like that evil ghost said, it will hurt if you have one. Heart, why did you still do those things and let those children die in vain due to the crushing fate of fate?"
She finally said everything she wanted to say, she was about to embark on a journey, and time no longer allowed her to hold anything back.
She expressed all the anger and unwillingness that she had retained in her life as a brave man. She expressed the suffering and disaster that she would never understand. She questioned her Creator.
"What is the purpose of all this, all the suffering, all the suffering of persecuting children?"
She gasped and was about to die, but she still supported her body with the sword and stared at it, just for an answer.
Finally, after a long time, she only heard an indifferent sigh.
"They shouldn't stop."
That sigh was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing all her resentment.
She remembered what the evil ghost said before leaving.
"It, or rather they, always think that we are short-sighted and short-sighted. We only care about the small things in front of us, are not aware of the changes that things face in time, and decide the direction of our destiny from their perspective."
"But actually, you know?"
"They, the gods, are not much nobler than us. In fact, the mood of those gods when they worry about how many lives a star will affect when it explodes is no different from when we think about what to eat in the afternoon. They are the same thing as us, It’s just that the eyes we use to see things are different.”
"So, when the time comes, say it all."
"Maybe it will disdain it, but who cares? Just be happy."
It's time, she's dying.
Ella is dying.
Ella was dying, so she said.
My bones can melt into mountains and rivers.
Tomorrow, when the morning light rises, I guarantee there will be green mountains and green waters, with birds singing and flowers fragrant.
My blood can sink in rivers.
By tomorrow, at noon, I guarantee that the fields there will be rich and the crops will be abundant.
My eyes can fall into the wilderness.
Tomorrow, when dusk comes, I guarantee that the morning glow will be like fire and the sunshine will be just right.
My heart can be buried in heaven and earth.
Tomorrow, when the night falls, I guarantee that the earth is vast and the sky is boundless.
Take it, you can take everything I have.
As long as you help me find him.
"who?"
Demon King.
My devil.
The Demon King who gave me the Holy Sword and the Dragon.
The devil who taught me sacrifice and virtue.
The devil who brings me peace and joy.
Give him back to me.
"He's not..."
I know.
But I killed him.
"But he didn't..."
Of course I know.
But I still killed him.
My devil.
The devil who gave me everything, the devil who gave my heart.
The devil who asked me to cut off his head.
Everything will be fine, he said.
Of course I believe him.
He said the fields were barren, but they brought abundant crops.
He said that the war was painful, but he sacrificed his life to buy peace in the south.
He said that no one was wrong, but he was the only one who was willing.
My devil.
The devil I grew up with.
My only relative, my only brother.
My only love.
I give you everything as long as you give him back to me.
"But even I couldn't find him."
I know.
But the evil spirit said that I can find him.
The evil ghost also said that you have a way.
"You shouldn't."
"Ella, you gave everything, you didn't deserve it."
Break me into pieces.
Crush me into pieces and turn everything about me into the remnant souls he may encounter on his journey.
"That is no pain any sentient creature should have to endure, Ella."
Crush my existence into dust.
Cut Ella and me into infinite infinity, and then spread them to infinite planes.
"That is a dead end that cannot be filled with hope, Ella."
One day, I believe, as long as I am willing to chase, there will be one day.
My infinity can catch up with his infinity.
"Ella, you shouldn't."
I do.
"Ella, if it's just about love, you shouldn't."
He is, my devil.
"Ella, you are the great hero who saved everyone, you shouldn't."
It's not love.
"Ella, Ella, he's not even a shadow, he's just a fanatic who doesn't know how to stop. You shouldn't do that. No one can let you do that."
All of this is just, I am willing, that’s all.
"Ella, that is the deepest despair."
"Ella, that is the most cruel torture."
"Ella, that is the most vicious form of exile."
"Ella, Ella."
"Why are you doing this?"
"There are so many ways, why did you choose this path?"
"There are so many saints, why did you choose the one that cannot be stopped?"
If he is willing to redeem others from self-destruction again and again.
Then I will accompany him.
No matter how many times he dies, I will die with him.
If he is willing to use self-destruction to save something, then I will turn into ashes and accompany him to disappear into nothingness.
He is, my devil.
It's not something like love, but if, like me, he would shed tears for those children.
I do.
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wake up.
He Zhixing stood up and looked at the time.
It is late.
I am going to prepare the spaceship for Brother Ning Yun to go to Blackwater.
Thinking of this, he smiled.
