Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 963 The Inheritance of Suffering

This must have been the most beautiful physical contact between them.

It's not violent at all.

Perhaps it was the lingering melodious singing of Zo-Caral that had its effect, or perhaps it was the starlight that gave this moment of distorted tranquility; in any case, Rebecca, unusually, did not open her heart to Milo, but simply lay quietly in his arms.

Like a little butterfly.

...

But she soon realized something.

"This is the abyss, right?"

"Rebecca asked."

...

“Yes.” Milo nodded.

"So Daisy can't see us in the abyss, right?" Rebecca continued to ask.

"Yes, you can't see it."

Although the Eye of Thinking is a bug-level feature, its power has a relatively limited reach, roughly limited to the realms of the conscious world and the dream world.

It stops working once you go above outer space.

Going down, even into the abyss, is not an option.

You don't even need to enter the abyss; it's just that people who are simply connected to the abyss find it hard to see clearly.

For example, Daisy failed to foresee Imnar's self-deceptive conspiracy.

...

"What do you want to do?"

Milo suddenly seemed to realize something.

Then he was pushed down onto the steps of the fountain in the square.

He certainly wouldn't resist, but he still couldn't resist teasingly saying, "I forgot to tell you, the Starry Sky can essentially be seen as a polymer of living organisms."

Who knew Rebecca didn't care about that at all:
"I don't care about this or that."

sizzle.

They simply ripped Milo's shirt open.

"Be gentle, I'm a paper doll now, don't tear me apart."

"Damn it, you've turned such a beautiful thing into a violent incident again."

...

boom!
Rebecca assumed an extremely fierce half-kneeling position, pressing down on Milo. When she pressed down, the bricks beneath her feet shattered and cracked.

She grabbed Milo by the collar with one hand and lifted his upper body off the ground.

Their eyes met, and a burning fire seemed to flicker within them.

"I want to try what it feels like to be a paper doll."

...

……

A dream world.

Lost in the southern border.

Nanwei City.

...

"Here's what happened. I originally planned to supervise him until he dug all the things off his body, and then check if he had dug them all off. If he couldn't dig them all off, I would burn him."

At this moment, Yan was standing in the main church, explaining the ins and outs of the matter to Emma.

Xiao Yan added from the side:
"Yes, I can burn him clean with my dead eye, or chop him up and then burn him."

...

Emma rubbed her forehead, squinting at the two extremely unreliable guys in front of her.

She found it hard to imagine how Milo had led them all the way from the western continent to the depths of the southern border to find Nanwei City.

While it's fair to say they're more trouble than they're worth, they're certainly adept at making things worse.

Yan's original intention was good, that's for sure.

He only gets serious occasionally, and this "symptom" only appears when Milo is out.

He felt that he was the Night Demon of Nanwei City, and that he bore a responsibility.

...

But sometimes I just can't think straight.

If Daisy hadn't suddenly decided to glance in the direction of the church, the golden tree seeds and the servants of the gods might have truly been ruined by the Yan couple tonight.

It was probably because they saw Emma's speechless expression.

Yan blinked.

He was somewhat intimidated by this female demon, ever since she was sickly, regardless of her strength.

"Let's plant the seeds back."

Emma glanced at Dillah Shaw, who was lying on the ground with his chest covered in blood and gore.

"Wouldn't that mean he'd have to dig again? That's too much of a hassle!" Xiao Yan blinked.

“Who said it had to be dug out?” Emma shook her head, turned and left the church, saying as she walked away:

“Only the conspiracies from the abyss need our attention; Daisy will take care of everything else… Perhaps the Golden Tree is destined to take root in Nanwei City, both in the Realm of Awake and in the Realm of Dreams.”

...

Emma's tall, slender figure left the church.

Behind him, the shadow stretched very long by the moonlight on the ground.

Most of the time, Yan has his own ideas, but when the Valrokan family members are around, Yan chooses to put all his crazy ideas aside and simply trusts them blindly.

So he replanted the golden tree seeds.

Dillah Shaw, who had been on the verge of death for what seemed like the umpteenth time, miraculously survived once again.

The festering and withered limbs began to regenerate, and the upside-down golden tree on his chest grew again. Although it was just a totem, it gave people the feeling that its branches and roots were swaying in the wind.

...

It took Dillash to dig the golden tree seed out of his chest for nearly two hours, but it only took a few minutes for the seed to take root again. His withered body instantly became plump again, and the bloody wound on his chest healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"!!!"

Dillah Shaw sat up abruptly.

It looked like the reaction of being awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night. His eyes were wide open, and he was panting heavily with his mouth agape. It took him a long time to recover. Then he looked down at his chest and looked blankly at the Night Demon and Flame Demon watching from the side.

"And what does that mean now?"

“I don’t know.” Yan indicated that this was not his intention: “I still support letting you die in peace, but some people don’t think it’s a good idea. I mean, I would very much like to see you rest in peace, you know what I mean.”

“I understand what you mean.” Dillah Shaw clutched his chest thoughtfully, then nodded. “Is it the Valrocan family’s intention, or Daisy’s?”

He still seems somewhat absent-minded.

As long as death does not end his self-awareness, as long as his mind continues to function, the choice between the deep and the holy will continue to torment his soul. The so-called blessing has become an inescapable curse for Diracho, and no one can understand what he has endured.

Perhaps the tradition of the Golden Tree belief system is that one may not die cleanly, and may live a life of suffering.

...

“I think you’re really still half asleep. Little Daisy is now a member of the Valrocan family.” Yan poked his temple with his index finger.

"Right."

For some reason, Dillash felt a deep joy from the bottom of his heart at this answer.

Or rather, solace.

The connection between the Golden Tree and the Eye of Thinking has always been close, but no one knows at which point in the timeline this cause and effect originated.

However, the golden tree seeds were sent by the raven from another time and space; perhaps he found that special time period.

……

“So what should I do next? I think I should do something, right?” Dillah Shaw sat under the upside-down golden tree, buttoned up his shirt, glanced at his watch, and said, “I have to go buy some fruit for Daisy. Excuse me.”

But at that moment, a slight tremor came from the sky above the main cathedral of the Golden Rule Church.

A small amount of building debris and dust fell down.

Yan and Dila Xiao both looked up at the sky at the same time.

However, their view was not obstructed by the church ceiling; instead, it was projected directly to the outside of Nanwei City.

Some uninvited guests came to cause trouble again while Shadow was out.

They seem to be "familiar faces" from the Blood Moon battlefield.

...

"I think it might take a little longer for you to buy the fruit."

Yan's nonchalant attitude vanished instantly, black mist spread from his body, and his wings unfurled.

"It should."

A fierce fighting spirit surged in Dirasha's eyes.

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