Mysteries

It turns out that the pain really has no limit.

Many times before, Neia thought it was true, but this time, she realized that it was too slight.I can't see the flames, but I'm covered in fire.The skin is burning, the blood is boiling, and the bones are like scorched wood, making a crunching sound...

The pain reached its peak for a very brief period of time, and then it stopped.

If man has a soul, he must be out of his body.

Floating in mid-air, I watched my body running wildly, running through the night and day, rampaging like a mad cow.

His gray hair was getting dry and his face was getting haggard. He was not sad, but had a faint expectation.

That day is almost here.

You should not be greedy for the short-term stability. If you get rid of it early, the current self has reached the undead world and got rid of the pain of the body-that is the kindness to yourself.

A hillside suddenly rose from the plain ahead.

Neia kicked her legs and jumped up. Seeing that she was about to cross over, the hillside rose a few meters and caught his right foot, making him somersault in the air and rolling down the other side of the hillside.

After chasing him all the way, Hope finally found a chance to overtake, using wind magic to fly over Neia, muttering words.

The burning heat on his body seems to have eased a little?

Neia looked at Hope's flying beard in a daze.

However, a drop in the bucket.It's like weighing a ton on your body, how does it feel to lose two or three grams?

"Go find the water magician!"

He vaguely heard a hoarse voice calling, and then... nothing more.

Thoughts entered another hall.

He saw the red-haired man again.

He was wearing a shiny black battle robe, standing in front of a huge palace whose top could not be seen, his handsome face was flawless.Pink rose petals are laid out into a soft carpet, and morning glories that emit faint light hang down from both sides of the palace gate.Star-like light spots floated inside and outside the door, and two of them landed on the eyelashes of the red-haired man.

The red-haired man's eyelashes fluttered slightly, his mouth opened and closed, as if he was saying something.He smiled sincerely, and the affection in his eyes was like boiling water, overflowing from the pot.

From a perspective, the person he is looking at is himself.

Keningya's heart was icy cold.It's all so strange, like it happened in another world.

The red-haired man took his hand and walked into the hall.

The pink cherry blossom petals are flying in the air, and the colorful lights are falling from the top of the head.Directly in front of you is a huge statue, whose face cannot be seen clearly. It seems to be happy but not happy, sad but not sad.

Dozens of people stood on both sides of the pink avenue paved with rose petals. There were many men and women, and they looked good.

The red-haired man pulled him into the middle of them, and many people gathered around, chattering, unable to hear the sound, and could only see the disobedient expressions on the beautiful faces—the expressions on their faces were completely opposite to their eyes.

Ning Ya felt a dull pain in her brain.

The red-haired man who had been watching him led him away, and the two of them reached a small corner of the hall.

The child carved in jade is holding a water bottle, and a clear trickle flows from the bottle and falls into a small hexagonal pool at the corner.There are fish in the pond, white like litchi, red like red beans, golden like rice and wheat, blue like deep sea...playing and swimming with each other.

A hand stretched out from behind and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Neia could feel her own stiffness, not physically, but mentally.Full of disobedience and rejection, he couldn't help but close his eyes, trying to convince himself that he was dreaming, and get these images out of his mind.

Screams, curses, and abuse suddenly came to my ears.

Neia realized that she could hear the voice, and opened her eyes in surprise.

It was still the original hall, and the people who were disguised all over their faces took off their hypocritical masks at some point, holding weapons and fighting each other.Countless lights, shadows, water, fire, and plants change in front of your eyes.The red-haired man stood in front of him, holding a blood-red sharp blade, and slashed open the neck of a young girl.

Neia remembered her.Not long ago, she was smiling at herself, expressing her resentment.

The scene changed too fast, those people...or not ordinary people, all kinds of wonderful spells were handed over in the air, most of which were beyond Neia's cognition.The hall is not small, but it can be stretched in the intensifying battle.

"Crack".

Loud crackling.

The huge statue, whose material is still unknown, has a deep mark from the right shoulder to the left hip, and the upper part slowly slid down to the ground.A black-haired man in black stood behind the statue, stepping on the remaining half of the statue with one foot, staring arrogantly at the crowd below.

"Harvey!"

The screams of resentment exploded in Neia's ears, piercing his eardrums like a sharp sword, making his mind go blank.He saw a light shining in front of him, brighter than the sun at noon in midsummer, dazzled his eyes... the palace collapsed beside his ears.

He fell into a light more terrible than darkness.There is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere.

After an unknown amount of time, one hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up.Then, he came to the ruins.There are ruins and broken walls everywhere, and huge broken stone pillars are scattered all over the place.The sky was dark, full of stars, no moon, no clouds.

The wind gently blows the petals on the ground.The petals fell into the cracks of the remnant wall, and a morning glory stretched out half of its head, facing the wind, shaking tremblingly.

Neia raised her head and saw the person who grabbed her.

The red hair was flamboyant as always, but the handsome face was dimmed by melancholy.He stared at himself, his once affectionate eyes were frozen, full of strangeness and coldness.

Neia's gaze was trembling slightly, as if her body was shaking.

After a while, the eyes of the red-haired man finally broke through the ice, rippling with spring light.

The person is still the same person.

But Neia had to admit that it was difficult to connect him at this moment with the him who tormented him in the nightmare.

Suddenly, the light blade flashed across the eyes without a sound, and slashed at the opponent diagonally.

The red-haired man stepped back a few meters and fell on his back.

The dark sky seemed to be stained with scarlet blood, black and red.

The red-haired man sat up covering his face, blood dripped from his fingers, dripped down on the broken gray wall.He showed one eye, looking at him silently, extremely cold!

Neia's heart trembled, and when she was about to say something, she saw a black mist forming behind the red-haired man...

That black mist is so familiar, it is like a deep mark engraved in my mind, as long as I think about it, I will remember it.

Neia felt that as long as she gave herself a little time, she would be able to remember, as long as a little...

The skin suddenly regained consciousness, it was burning like burning!

The sanity that had just recovered was burned to nothingness again.

Neia's eyes were red, he didn't know what he was doing, all he knew was to leave here, leave!

Ever since he chased Neia near Dabei City that time, Hope found that dense fire elements adhered to his skin, it was like a person surrounded by fire, no wonder he was dying of pain.

After he restrained Neia, he immediately found ten water magicians, squeezed the fire element away with water element, and then froze the water element.But this is not a long-term solution. Over time, Neia's body functions will be damaged, and even if she thaws out, she will die quickly.

As the sandstorm approached Dabei City, Langzan finally formally asked for help from the St. Padres Academy of Magic, the Magic Guild, and the Society of the God of Light.St. Padres School of Magic immediately sent several magisters and high-level students, the Magic Guild was led by the president himself, and the Light God Association also sent two seventh-level priests of light to help.

However, the matter of Neia was concealed intentionally or unintentionally.

Before his attack, the phrase "The disaster in Longzan was caused by me" somewhat affected the king.When the forces of all parties gathered, he didn't want to make troubles.

However, Neia's classmate at the St. Padres School of Magic, Dilin Baseko, the son of the Duke of Shamanliel War God Baseko, insisted on seeing him.

Obstacles were fruitless, so they simply told the truth. After discussing with the magister St. Pads, who came with Dilling, Hope decided to try to unfreeze and find a way to remove the fire element, but still...no result.After thawing, Neia lost her mind just like before, frantically trying to escape, but in desperation, they had no choice but to let him fall into a coma.

It's not a solution after all.

Looking at Neia's frown that was still tightly furrowed when she was asleep, Hope sighed silently.

The yellow sand is still the endless yellow sand.

Compared to the previous chaotic scene, Neia felt more at ease when she was familiar with the numb situation.

The red-haired man did not appear.

There is only a throne as white as jade on the yellow sand.

A colorless gem is inlaid on the seat, which absorbs sunlight and emits colorful light.

"welcome back."

"my love."

The anxious call rolled up the flying sand and rushed towards it layer by layer.

Neia walked up to the throne and reached out to caress the beautiful gem.

"Do you like it?" A deep voice rang in his ear, "As long as you like it, these are yours."

Ning Ya said: "This is a dream." No matter how beautiful the dream is, waking up is like nothing.

"Come to me and I will make your dreams come true."

Neia shook her head.

The other party was displeased: "You still want to reject me? Do you think you still have a choice? Human beings are always human beings, even if they learn magic, they cannot change their weak and incompetent nature. They cannot save Langzan, except you Besides, no one can."

Neia asked, "What should I do?"

"Come to my side."

Neia lowered her eyes: "I can't do it."

The yellow sand on the ground suddenly rolled up his ankles, lifted him up high and fell down heavily.Neia fell to the ground, rolled twice, and hit her head on the leg of the throne, feeling dizzy despite no pain.

The other party said coldly: "If you can't do it, you have to do it."

Neia said, "As soon as I wake up, I will lose my mind."

"Instinct will guide you."

"But there are people stopping me. Out of my mind I can't get rid of them."

All around fell silent.

Neia was still about to say something, but she moved her fingers, as if she had caught something, opened her eyes, and met Hope's worried gaze.