Rain, heavy rain.
Obviously, no amount of rain can wash away the salty smell in the air.
Something is slowly getting worse.
It's like this every time, first good, then bad, then good, and then, most of the time, adding fuel to the fire.
Most people think that this story will end in tragedy, a small number of idealists will think that everything will get better, and a very few lazy people will say "I don't care" and then escape to the other side of the soul and never look back.
But no one is immune, although the impermanence of the world is not a joke that can be explained by the suffering of all living beings.
Facts, truth, and natural principles, everyone thinks these are the three answers, but in fact, this story, all stories, are a reincarnation that will never end. When dusk and morning light alternate, day and night change, everything changes. will not change.
The tragedy you think is always a fact only for you. The truth you insist on will only produce countless paradoxes when you need it most. The natural principles you firmly believe in are basically poisons used by ignorant people to numb themselves. You Of course, you can use your own thinking to grab any details you need to make up one excuse after another that may be lame, or may be so sophisticated that only you can see through it, but you know in your heart that the outcome of everything is at the very beginning. It's just meant to be.
Throughout his life, he has nothing.
This is your ending, and it is also the only ending for those people who follow one after another in the vain pursuit and fly into the flames.
Of course, this is also the ending that I, Abel Linghua, am destined to face.
The sword in his hand was already full of gaps, and the endless rain came from the earth under his feet. He could do nothing, and he could only hold back his anger, so as not to shock the child in front of him who had lost his soul.
Earth, Earth...
The earth is really powerless. It cannot even bring good weather to the creatures in the world. Amidst the crushing of the world, as the mother of all things, it is just a piece of soil that cannot help itself.
It is an incompetent mother, and I am naturally an incompetent adult.
At the end of the day, we can’t even protect our own children…
"Stop making excuses."
There was a voice in my heart that said sarcastically.
That voice came from my inner demons.
But these terrible things have nothing to do with it.
"You are not a savior, never have been."
My inner demon was born out of some disaster, and sometimes, despite its malicious intent, I'm really glad it exists.
"Why can't you be more selfish?"
I need a bystander.
"Why can't you live like a human being?"
I can't refute it at any time. The strange thing is that the meaning of its existence is to destroy me, but all its contempt and abuse of me can only be regarded as stating the facts in a sense.
After all, I have been the meanest of slaves, the most evil of traitors, and have done everything that human imagination can conjure up.
More than once, I ate the children I raised with my own hands during famine. I watched them slowly lose their vitality and turn into strips of flesh in my hands that could sustain me to the end.
I also often spend hundreds of years in that flower street and willow alley, living a romantic life, and then slowly rotting in a corner, letting insects gnaw on me, and no one cares about it.
During the war years, I licked the wet filth stained on the ground deep in the alleys.
In peacetime, I stirred up trouble and disturbed the media. Like a hyena in the wilderness, I spread rumors and insulted heroes who may be great or glorious one after another.
Although it's an exaggeration to say this, I really can't find any curse words that can slander me.
Probably, every few hundred years, I will have a sweet dream.
In the dream, countless crazy men and resentful women rushed out from somewhere in the abyss and stretched out countless hands towards me. Their faces were crazy and hysterical, and they didn't know what hell they wanted to drag me to.
That was such a sweet dream...
At least there, I can see hope.
I remember the braids I made for my children with my own hands, and I also know about those idiots who are obsessed with love. A long time ago, I thought that human nature is fertile soil with the passage of time. Sooner or later, I will be fearless, but the reality is always filled with blood and tears. The iron whip struck me awake again and again, saying, wake up, your road has no end.
Tens of thousands of years in hell are nothing compared to half a pile of incense ashes in the human world.
I'm supposed to be a good person.
But why?
Listening to its vicious accusations, I sheathed the sword, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.
I still have a lot to do.
I could only turn around and let the child get soaked by the heavy rain.
I know that sooner or later, even my inner demons will leave me.
I know I'm not in good shape.
Something is slowly rotting, and there is a fire that burns it repeatedly, forcing it to shine brightly in the torture, unable to survive or die.
I know, I know it all.
However, I still have a lot to do.
So I can't look back. If I look back, everything will be in vain.
"Stop it."
In the continuous heavy rain, there was a faint voice that was covered by the strong wind.
"I beg you."
I can not hear.
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When Ning Yun arrived at the scene, Xi Yun had already vented her incompetent anger.
She was seen stepping on the slightly lifeless bodies of Ji Qingge and Yang Fan, and angrily touching the broken half of the crystal on her chest.
"This is not..."
Yang Fan trembled with his hands and tried to get up, "Fair..."
"I didn't kill you."
Xiyun retracted her legs and transformed back into a petite human form in the gray-black light. "Can't we just hold on for two more days?"
"Of course, I won't take action again."
After thinking about it, maybe because he felt that he was too harsh, Xiyun added, "I can help you reduce the difficulty."
"But I'm dying."
Ji Qingge, who was lying on the ground, moved his neck with difficulty, "You seem to have pierced my tailbone, my lungs and liver are probably broken, and my kneecaps are probably gone... Speaking of which, how many arms do I have left?" "
"Besides, my heart has stopped for several minutes, probably because you took it out and crushed it just now. Anyway, my chest is empty now."
"...I'll treat you. I'll treat you."
It seems that she has learned some humanity.
Ning Yun looked at Yang Fan, who was grinning, and then at Ji Qingge, who was paralyzed on the ground, and thought silently.
If it was Luna, the charms under the feet of these two people would have exploded long ago.
"Huh?"
Xiyun suddenly looked behind Ning Yun. After seeing the white monster following him, he frowned, "How did you attract it?"
"It?" Ji Qingge heard the displeasure in Xiyun's mouth, "Who is it?"
"Is it different from other monsters?"
It was dormant. When Ning Yun turned around, the quiet monster took two steps back. When he turned around again, it was a little closer.
"It's... mine... forget it."
Xiyun didn't want to discuss the origin of the monster, so he changed the subject after a few vague words.
"anyway..."
Yang Fan suddenly stood up, looked down at his chest, which was healing at a normal speed, and tilted his head in confusion.
"I'm not hungry anymore."
