It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Loki hummed a song, waved his hand, and then his figure gradually disappeared into the air.

It was not until Xiao Huai could no longer see him that he glanced at the notebook left on the ground in the illusion.

He clearly intended not to look at it and leave immediately, but he stopped for a long time, and finally walked slowly to the notebook and leaned over to look at it.

He lowered his eyes, and the look in his eyes turned cold.

Not only are there smiling lips on the notebook cover, but there also seems to be a teardrop-shaped pattern.

It was like the remnant of some unspeakable emotion, making the whole picture somewhat sad.

Loki frowned slightly, then finally raised his head and stepped on it without hesitation.

The soles of the leather boots rolled over the cover, and the tear was instantly crushed, as if it had never existed.

The paper curled slightly when stepped on, making a dull sound, like some kind of wailing.

He turned around and never looked back.

The redemption that young man once had was nothing more than a piece of dirty paper.

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Bones are a prison, resentment is a blade; the night watchman is a scapegoat.

Xiao Huai leaned against the wall of bones, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. His breathing was intermittent, and every breath seemed to tear at his wounds, making the pain deeper.

There was a five-centimeter-deep wound on his ribs, with broken bones embedded in it, skin and flesh intertwined, and bloodstains everywhere. Blood was slowly dripping through his fingers.

He has always known that nothing is simple in the world.

so cold...

It's so cold here.

A game-level probability problem, with a 50% chance of death.

Represents 50% of the ultra-high-level battle royale.

Xiao Huai is not an ordinary person, and the difficulty he faces is top-level.

Many people may not be able to hold on for an hour, but he can hold on for the whole night.

At night, no one dared to approach this place.

He didn't know how much time had passed. At first, he would pay attention to the sound of the clock, but later, he could no longer hear it.

At this moment, a very weak ray of sunlight penetrated the deep darkness and sprinkled on the land of bones.

A distant bell rang in his ears, accompanied by the system's prompt tone.

[Congratulations, your vigil was successful. The bone resentment will be sealed for a week.]

He listened to the mechanical prompt tone coldly, without any expression of joy on his face.

Just as the prompt tone was about to end, a pitch-black bone suddenly emerged from the ground, carrying a corrosive aura, like the final counterattack of resentment.

Xiao Huai's eyes darkened and his body suddenly turned sideways. The bone brushed past his arm, and suddenly half of his arm felt as if it was burned by fire and was in unbearable pain. The flesh was quickly corroded and charred marks spread.

He looked down at his arm, his eyes showing no sign of hesitation, but rather a hint of coldness.

Xiao Huai raised his eyes and glanced at the black bone coldly. The next second, a scorching flame leaped up and pounced on the black bone without mercy.

The sound of the flames was like a low whisper, and with the last wisp of black smoke, the bones turned into ashes and scattered silently in the void.

This long vigil finally came to an end.

However, Xiao Huai was not in a hurry to leave.

He just sat down slowly on the ground, leaning his back against the wall of bones, lowering his head slightly, and looking at the ground silently.

The sunlight filtered through the cracks in the wall and quietly fell on him, like a distant gift.

The bloodstained lapels, the filth and the deep fatigue were so vivid in the sunlight.

Xiao Huai's eyes closed slightly in the light, his eyelashes trembling like silent butterfly wings, carrying a kind of indescribable fatigue and cold beauty.

In this gloomy place, he became the only light.

He just sat there, like a soul reborn from a broken body, with a heart-pounding tranquility and beauty.

It was unknown how long it took before Xiao Huai felt that the air he breathed was no longer cold.

As he tried to stand up, a sudden pain made him stumble.

Just as he was about to fall, a hand firmly grasped his wrist.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked up at Lu Yuanshi who was standing beside him.

He didn't know how long Lu Yuanshi had been standing here, but he was indeed completely unaware of his presence.

When Xiao Huai saw Lu Yuan for the first time, his heart suddenly contracted and he subconsciously wanted to avoid that gaze. Perhaps it was because in the countless death illusions given by Loki, their figures overlapped again and again.

But the warmth from his palm made him not avoid it in the end.

Xiao Huai raised his head and asked softly in a weak but somewhat cheerful voice, "Father, how long have you been here?"

Lu Yuanshi looked at him, tilted his head, and answered calmly:

"I came here to clean up, and I saw you hadn't left yet, so I wanted to see when you were leaving."

Xiao Huai was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth rose slightly and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Why is it that saying these words in a serious and expressionless manner has such an inexplicable cuteness?

It seems that the priest's mental state is usually stable.

However, he doesn't keep his church clean at all, but comes here to clean it.

Xiao Huai smiled, and the fatigue in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Associate Lu Yuanshi's image with sanitation.

Interesting.

Although Xiao Huai's faint smile at this time was a bit inappropriate, or perhaps it could be said that, could this body really still smile?

Doesn’t it hurt him?

Lu Yuanshi didn't feel that he was being laughed at. He just looked at him indifferently, with an indescribable gentleness in his eyes.

He still remembered the ray of light he saw when he came here.

See the young man who is the only one favored by the light.

Just one look seems not enough...

So he stood next to Xiao Huai the whole time and watched secretly.

Xiao Huai looked at him, his smile gradually faded, then he let go of his hand and said, "Thank you."

Thank you for holding me up.

Because he had too many injuries on his body, Xiao Huai simply ignored them, didn't cover any of the wounds, and walked straight out.

Xiao Huai had just walked a few meters away when he heard Lu Yuanshi's voice behind him.

"You're bleeding."

He stopped and looked down, and sure enough, every step he took was accompanied by drops of blood on the ground.

Didn’t Lu Yuanshi say that he came here to clean?

When he was in the church, he was disgusted by the corpses... I'm afraid that Lu Yuanshi is disgusted by his behavior now.

Xiao Huai lowered his eyelashes and was about to say sorry, but he saw Lu Yuanshi walking over with a bandage in his hand. He lowered his head and began to bandage him carefully.

When the bandage was wrapped around his wound, Xiao Huai was stunned.

The slightly pale fingers gently circled his skin, cautiously as if afraid of hurting him.

Lu Yuanshi just lowered his head, concentrating on wrapping the bandage meticulously, while Xiao Huai just looked at him quietly.

There was an ambiguous but unbroken atmosphere in the air, like a tightly stretched string that would vibrate when plucked gently.

At this moment, Xiao Huai's heartbeat accelerated again.

But it’s not because of those overlapping phantoms.

But because...

He is Lu Yuanshi.