Elven History Song

The girl saw the blue color, but she didn't believe it was him. She reluctantly dragged her right foot that had not yet recovered and ran towards it, just to prove it to herself. Behind him, he looked at the girl's back and played with the gun in his hand.

The girl reluctantly ran to the pile of corpses. She threw the other corpses aside with force, and the blue denim jacket and jeans became more and more obvious.

The last body was thrown aside, and the boy's face was revealed, with visible traces of tears.

The girl's pupils gradually dilated. She didn't believe this was true, but the truth was right in front of her. Her last belief was completely shattered here, and she squatted beside the boy's body in confusion, clutching his increasingly cold hand with her right hand.

"How about it, just believe it."

At some point, he walked behind the girl. The girl raised her head and looked at her. She was no longer afraid, because the boy's death had hit her harder than anything else.

Before that, the boy had been taking care of her. The boy spent most of the money he earned to buy food for her, and he only relied on the small portion left to survive. She didn't learn how to kill, she just managed to survive by selling some poisons she made. She doesn't have any killing skills, nor is she very good at it. She doesn't even know where to go to receive the mission, let alone where to join the organization or where to find a sponsor to buy her.

She regards the boy as everything. As long as the boy is still there, she will have absolute confidence and courage to face everything. But now the boy is dead and she is alone. Only now did she realize that she didn't even know how to survive without the boy.

The gun pointed at her head again. This time, the girl was not afraid. She just wanted to leave quickly and go to another world. This time she wanted to learn from him how to take care of herself.

"Can you please put down the gun?"

Hearing someone else's voice, he immediately turned around and looked in the direction of the sound. The girl numbly turned her head to look. There was still no expression in her eyes. Her numb face clearly had the look of someone who is completely desperate for everything.

Ling Aohan, dressed in black, walked toward them at a leisurely pace with a polite smile on his face.

"who are you?"

"Purge members of the seventh detachment of the church, codenamed Wanren."

"What's your purpose here?"

"I just came to check if the task has been completed. There are too many targets here that need to be cleaned. I just heard that you are coming here, so I came to see if you have completely cleaned everyone here. But even so, over there I still want to take that girl away. Can you give her to me?"

He turned his head to ask for other people's opinions. They exchanged glances, and the leader turned his head and said

"Since there is no conflict of interest, let's leave her to you. Let's leave first."

"Don't worry, answer me a question before leaving. You are the king, right?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that's right."

The polite smile on Ling Aohan's face suddenly turned into a ferocious evil smile

"You are on the cleaning list too."

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. The black figure passed through the crowd, and Ling Aohan stood in front of the girl.

Behind them, those people fell to the ground like puppets with their strings cut off. There were no external injuries, but their souls were stripped away without any trace left.

The girl looked at the fallen people indifferently, and slightly raised her dull eyes to look at Ling Aohan.

"Please, kill me."

There was no expression on the girl's face. In his eyes, everywhere was hell. Even if she was ravaged again, it didn't matter to her. When the boy died, her pillar of survival collapsed. For her, death was the only way to survive. It's the best place to stay.

Ling Aohan squatted beside her, igniting the fire of life in his right hand and dancing around her ankle. It didn't take long for her injury to be completely healed.

"I refused and managed to save you. How could I let you die?"

The girl's eyes were still dull. She shook her head and groped for something in the pocket of her worn jacket.

"It's gone, it's gone."

The girl took out a test tube from her pocket, which contained some light yellow transparent liquid. She unplugged the test tube and wanted to drink the medicine in the test tube.

Ling Aohan could tell at a glance that it was her homemade poison. Its effectiveness was quite objective, but its shortcomings were also obvious. It had a distinct color and smell.

The crisp sound woke up the dying girl, the broken glass scratched her hand, and blood slid down her arm.

The girl raised her head and looked at Ling Aohan, with a hint of anger on her cold face. Ling Aohan took out a broken and rusted necklace from behind. The moment she saw the necklace, the girl was stunned. Her eyes regained their expression, her lips trembled slightly, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

"You don't have nothing, do you?"

Ling Aohan handed the necklace into her hands, and the blood slid down the necklace, dyeing it bright red. The girl held it tightly, tears welling up from her eyes. At this moment, she no longer wants to die, she still has this reason worth living.

"Do you want to come home with me? I'll teach you how to live."

Ling Aohan stretched out his hand towards the girl with a smile. The girl raised her head in a daze, and her still bleeding hand firmly grasped Ling Aohan's stretched out hand. The fire of life healed her wounds, and the fire of soul burned away the rust on the necklace, and the necklace once again regained its former silver-white luster.

Ling Aohan stretched out his hand to put the necklace around the girl's neck, but the girl stopped Ling Aohan from doing so. She stood on tiptoes and leaned forward into Ling Aohan's arms, feeling Ling Aohan's body temperature. She carefully looked at the brand-new necklace in her hand, but then threw it into the ruins in the distance.

"I don't need it anymore. From now on, you are everything to me. I am grateful that you can give me a home. I just hope you don't be too rough with me. I will endure everything, please don't drive me away."

Ling Aohan looked at the girl in his arms who was like a pet who had just arrived in a new home, gently stroked her dirty blond hair, and wiped away the tears that had not yet fallen from the corners of her eyes.

"No, from today on you are my family. As long as I am alive, I will never allow anyone to dare to hurt you. Just because you are my extremely precious family, I will never treat you roughly. Can Tell me your name?"

"The old name is no longer important. Please give me a new name."

"How's Sarah?"

"Sarah, yes, I like it very much! Sarah, see the boss."

"Get up. Let's go home."

"Yes, master."

Sarah was close to Ling Aohan. She wanted to get closer but was a little worried that Ling Aohan would be angry. Ling Aohan noticed her worry, opened his arms and gently held her in his arms. Sarah was startled by this move, and then her face flushed slightly, and she snuggled into Ling Aohan's arms and walked towards home. .

Under the moonlight, the necklace that carries all the memories lies in the ashes after the fire, shining with the luster of time. The breeze blows and brings a burst of dust to bury it. The page is completely turned, and the girl is named Sarah. Ushered in a second life.