Mysteries

God... God?

Neia didn't know whether she was crazy or the other party was crazy.He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the man who called himself "God" in front of him.

Siton waited for a long time for a response, and found that his reaction was no response, and he became a little impatient: "Now you know who I am."

Neia felt that her thoughts were like rusty wheels, spinning with difficulty and jerkyly.The unexpected answer is reasonable.The power that makes the magisters of the St. Padres School of Magic and the top magicians of the Magic Guild helpless, who else can there be except gods?

But, the gods... the legendary gods, why do you have to embarrass Lang Zan?

"Why do you want to do this?" The hoarse question seemed to be squeezed from the depths of the heart.

"Because I want to see you." Siton looked at Neia's blank expression and laughed at himself. "Now it seems that it's just my wishful thinking."

Neia couldn't help but asked, "Who do you think I am?"

what.

A person who has dominated all his intense emotions of love, hate, hatred, and hatred one day emptied all his memories, looked at himself with an innocent face, and asked innocently, "Who do you think I am?" How should I answer?

Ston didn't know.

He didn't even know what expression to put on.

Neia was suddenly a little scared.Sidon's expression was calm, but his eyes were full of turmoil. Those eyes seemed to swallow him up, and there was not even a hair left in his eyes.

"You," Sidun said after a long silence, "do you die easily?"

Neia froze, feeling absurd in her heart.

Many times before, he was ready to die, but he lingered due to various reasons.Now, he is ready to give up his dignity, give up his freedom, and give up everything to survive, but he is asked if it is easy to die?

Sidun knew that he had misunderstood himself: "Will you die if you don't eat or drink?"

Neia was exhausted and didn't want to go around with him anymore: "What do you want?"

Sidun said: "I didn't expect you to lose your memory. I thought you would be ready for everything."

The person in my memory has always taken one step at a time, how could he expose himself to the danger full of thorns without preparation?But the facts have proved that people who are considered to have no plans will miss sometimes, and the scar on the chest is proof.

As a result, his overall plan was disrupted, and he had to overturn it and start over.

Afterwards, he didn't say anything, and flicked his hand lightly in front of Neia's eyes. Neia felt her brain shut down instantly, and drowsiness struck. Although she was unwilling, she couldn't get over the sleepiness. Slowly blurring until completely plunged into darkness...

The silver-white palace supported by 36 long pillars is located in the middle of the desert.

The scorching sun was shining on every corner of the palace, and it was dazzling white everywhere, as if there was a layer of milky white smoke covering the eyes, making it impossible to see clearly.

also good.It would be too tragic if a person saw strange things before dying and died with horror.

Someone seems to have said that before death, a person will recall many unforgettable scenes and the person he can't let go of, but all he thinks about is water, water, water... Hunger and thirst have tortured him to the point where he can't even think. also lost.

He should cry for his upcoming ending, but unfortunately, no water element can be squeezed from the corners of his dry eyes.

His vision was slack, and his eyes turned black.

He had been here for a long, long time since the last time he saw Siton—a long time because he found that there was no night here, and he couldn't count the time at all.Now, for the first time, he saw darkness with his eyes open.

But he clearly knows that this is not the night, but the farewell finale sung by his life.

It seems that the Goddess of Light finally withdrew her glory and handed him over to the grinning Grim Reaper.

In the darkness, it seemed that a hand was gently stroking his face. When he wanted to indulge in tenderness and sleep for a long time, that hand pinched it down forcefully.

Woke up in pain.

Darkness broken.

The sky is still bright, hot, and hopeless.

A drop of liquid fell between the lower lip and the teeth, rolled to the tip of the tongue, and penetrated into the dry and cracked lines of the tongue coating.

His throat moved.

Soon, another drop fell in, the third drop, the fourth drop, the fifth drop... like a bunch of spring rain, finely and gently moistening his rock-like stiff lips and tongue.

Consciousness is still wandering, but instinct has awakened, only bits and pieces, but also wolfing down.

Not long after, the "rain" gradually stopped.

Insufficient quantity is more cruel than wanting nothing.

He raised his hand and fiercely grabbed the figure who was about to leave.

"Fierce" is his wishful thinking, and from the other party's point of view, his performance is similar to begging for mercy.

Siton stopped in his tracks, looked at the somewhat delirious Neia in ambivalence, slowly stretched out his fingers, and turned his face away.

Because Neia lost his memory and godhood, his plan was wiped out, everything had to be overthrown and restarted, and because of suspending the attack on Longzan, he was suspected and blamed by other gods. These days are very difficult. It was difficult, and he had no mood or time to think about what to do next with Neia.

In the past, he was very firm and persistent in anticipating and waiting for Neia's return, and the two of them settled down and fought side by side.

However, when all this was half done, he found that his resolve had wavered.

Do you really want to reset everything and start over?

Do you really want to believe that they will turn out well again?

Ston was at a loss for an answer.

"If you want water and food, try to recover your memory." He kicked Neia's thigh with his foot.

Neia groaned, as if her eyes were out of focus.

"This bit of suffering is unbearable. How did you overcame all obstacles and killed the world of gods to the world of only gods?"

……

May the Goddess of Light tell him what that means.

Neia had a headache. They must not have learned the same language, which caused the current communication barrier.

Those words just now aroused the hatred in Sidun's heart.He bent down, lifted Neia's chin with one finger, and forced his gaze to meet his own: "If you really can't remember, then from..." He grabbed Neia's finger, The forehead slowly moved to the corner of the right mouth, "Let's start with this scar."

Neia had never observed his face so closely.

He was originally a man envied by his peers, with a tall stature and a handsome face, but the scar from the left forehead slanting across the entire face ruined his good looks, and his red hair was too dazzling, making his complexion look dull , making him look extraordinarily ferocious.

Especially when he is staring at a person with all his attention, it is simply creepy!

Neia pulled her finger away in horror.

Sidon looked down at the empty palm.

Seeing Sidon's suppressed anger, Neia felt a chill down her spine, and she suddenly became more energetic, feeling a little guilty.

Ugliness is not wrong, discrimination against ugliness is.

He took the other's hand again.

Sidon froze, staring at him like a three-tailed demon wolf who had lost his partner...Ningya didn't know why such a description suddenly appeared in his mind, but the red-haired man in front of him really made him feel Threats, and, a touch of sadness.

But soon, Neia's attention was attracted by his hand again—it was a thick and broad hand, growing on a thick and strong arm, these were not the main point, the important point was at their junction— —The place called the wrist, fluid is flowing down.

Severe drought meets nectar.

Trying his best, his eyes glowed green, and suddenly he turned into a leopard. He swiftly rushed over, held that hand reverently, and sucked it greedily.

Ston let his tongue lick his wrist at first, but when he tried to tear open the wound with his teeth, he immediately pinched his cheek with his hand and pulled his wrist back.

Neia's eyes widened, she saw clearly the bloody wrist, and suddenly realized that the nectar she thought was the blood of the other party.

Goddess on top!He turned into a vampire.

Frightened and guilty lingered in his heart, he widened his eyes, saw the other party stretch out the scarred hand again, and subconsciously shrunk his head.

Siton looked at him, his eyeballs seemed to be cast from ice, and his heart was chilled in the heat: "Even if you have no memory, you still show no mercy to me."

The flat tone of emotion, without the slightest emotion, made Neia worry, so much so that she watched him get up sadly and walk away slowly, unable to say a word of convincing.

The blood congealed in the mouth, a bit fishy, ​​and a bit dry and sticky, not only did not quench his thirst, but made him thirstier, but his spirit was extremely good, a little too good.When Neia lay down again, intending to continue what she hadn't done before—waiting to die, she found that even if she closed her eyes, she couldn't find the darkness.

……

Who is blocking the funnel of time?

Let it stand still.

Neia looked at the ceiling of the palace in a daze.

No birds, no flowers, not even worms.

The light didn't change, the view of the palace didn't change, not even the airflow.

Could his future be endless hunger and thirst?

If so, before dying in silence, he will definitely go crazy in silence.