Dawn of Another World

Until returning to the tent where he lived with Basil, Ling Xiao, who was in shock, still couldn't calm down for a long time.

In the end, through the handshake with the Prophet Jiji, Ling Xiao seemed to see through the eyes of others, the scene he saw at that moment, those people and things that he was very familiar with and miss so much now—he saw them His two adoptive fathers, his teacher Harris, his former classmates and friends, and his colleagues in the office, they were all dressed in mourning clothes, with sad faces, as if they were holding a funeral for someone.

The black, white and silent world of silent movies is a distance that Ling Xiao can't touch no matter how he stretches out his hands.He can only act like a spectator who stays out of the way, standing on this alien land, looking at those important people who met, got along with and knew him in his life, watching their mourning but powerless.

He saw his teacher, the unsmiling, strict and self-disciplined British old man, turned around with grief in his eyes, lowered his head and did not want others to see the tears in his eyes; he saw his friend Colleagues walked by one by one, offering the white roses in their hands to the dark coffin; he saw his two adoptive fathers, who seemed to have aged a few years in an instant, supporting each other in the crowd that was gradually dispersing Gradually drift away until it becomes two small black dots.

Finally, he saw—

He saw that on the newly completed white granite tombstone, his own name was solitary and forever solidified and engraved in that small world.

Even though there are countless light-years of galaxies, his relatives, his teachers, and his friends, the sadness and sadness on their faces are so real, Ling Xiao can't deceive himself, it's all just his crazy delusion.For more than a month, he didn't dare to recall carefully once, after falling from the work ladder, the despairing darkness and coldness that gradually engulfed his whole body was the coldness called 'death'.

He is dead.

That Ling Xiao on Earth is dead.

Sleeping underground, under the white tombstone.

And who is he now?or something?

There were a lot of books and illustrated books scattered around him, but Ling Xiao didn't move. He just curled up on the ground and began to tremble all over.

Every day, I have to go to the rift that brought him to this planet. Even though I already know that the space rift projected on Terra cannot be reversed, but as long as I look at the familiar plants that belong to my hometown Earth, Ling Xiao feels as if He didn't leave very far, so he felt inexplicably at ease.

He kept reading, learning everything about this continent and this planet.Tell yourself not to give up hope, maybe there is a second person in a similar situation to him, maybe in the next book, you will be able to find similar incident records or solutions.

But what are you now, what are you?a dead person?An undead whose soul still clings to the earthly past?

Really can't go back.

What I saw through Jiji's eyes just now was like the last straw that crushed Ling Xiao.All of a sudden he lost his goal, the reason to persevere and the courage to move on. No one knew better than himself how much he was afraid of being alone.

He lived alone and grew up in a single-parent family since he was a child. Although he had a father who loved him, the father who loved him the most disappeared in the end.

After being adopted, the two adoptive fathers loved each other and treated him as their own.In order to fulfill the original promise to his father, he went to the other side of the ocean to study.There, he met his mentor, and after graduation, he followed his teacher and joined the firm founded by him...

Ling Xiao thought back on his life, he was so afraid of being alone, he grasped a little bit of warmth, but he was unwilling to let go.The shadow cast by his father when he was a teenager haunted him like a ghost.No matter how much he desires in his heart, he never dares to show even a little excessive dependence in front of those who care about him.In study, work and life, no matter what you do, you must do your best and be perfect, because you can't reveal your sincerity, so you can only use some illusory things to make people who care about him not disappoint you.

But the death came so unexpectedly and suddenly that he didn't even have time to say goodbye to the people around him and say sorry and thank you to them.

He doesn't want to die.

Don't want to just disappear.

What I don't want those who love him to face is just his cold tombstone.

Sad and unwilling to tremble all over, but Ling Xiao couldn't shed tears.

He felt as if he had been abandoned by the whole world again, leaving him alone in the familiar and terrifying dark wilderness, facing the harshness and ice and snow with nowhere to hide, his whole body was getting colder and colder. cold.

"...Xiao, Ling Xiao!"

The shoulders were shaken, and in the blurred vision, there was a handsome young face full of wild charm, and those golden brown eyes glowed with brilliance, they were a little red with anxiety at this moment, and they were staring at him closely.

"Basil..."

"Yes."

Basil, who had always been severely lacking in facial expressions, was now full of anxiety.

"Is there any pain? Ling Xiao?"

Basil is nothing but leave for a while in the morning.Unexpectedly, just after he came back, he walked into the tent, and saw Ling Xiao, who had a very good temper and even spoke softly, seemed to be in great pain, clenching his teeth and huddled in a corner. Even because he was so emotional that he couldn't breathe smoothly, his whole face turned blue from the suffocation.

"Basil."

Ling Xiao firmly grasped the hand on his shoulder and refused to let it go. The palm with the temperature of the flame was so hot that it almost melted his frozen body.

But it's so warm.

"Baile, it's so cold." Fearful yet greedy, his body betrayed his will and leaned forward, "It's so cold, help me..."

cold?

Opening his arms, he embraced Ling Xiao, who was about to retract his whole body into his arms, and Basil, who was disorganized due to anxiety, only then realized that the whole body of the person in his arms was unusually chilly, and the body under his hands was almost cold The temperature was gone, and even the rocky ground under Ling Xiao and the tent behind him had condensed a thick layer of white ice crystals.Moreover, the scope is still rapidly expanding and spreading.

How is this going?

In astonishment, there was not much time left for Basil to think about it.

He quickly took all the swamp beast furs he could get, and wrapped himself and Ling Xiao together.He also took out the remaining few magic flame talismans in the skin bag, crushed them and lit them beside him.Surrounding the two of them, the magical flames jumping in mid-air, as soon as they came into contact with the invisible cold current in the air, they squeaked and steamed a large amount of white mist.The water vapor quickly turned into countless tiny ice crystals and drifted down, landing on Ling Xiao's pitch-black hair and slightly closed eyelashes.

"Ling Xiao, open your eyes."

The icy cold meets scorching hot, and the continuously evaporating mist quickly weakened the flames of the magic flame talismans that could have been burning all night. It didn't take long for them to be completely extinguished.

Seeing this situation, Basil couldn't help frowning tightly, but the surrounding temperature continued to drop, showing no sign of stopping.In a short period of time, the entire inside of the tent was covered with a layer of ice crystals.

Looking down at his arms, his face was pale and Ling Xiao seemed to have lost consciousness.

Basil gritted his teeth, gathered the arms covered with frost crystals more tightly, closed his eyes, gathered the power deep inside his body, and mobilized the steady and undulating power flowing like a stream to the outside— ——The golden-red translucent fiery air flow, like a rising flame, surrounded Basil and Ling Xiao in an instant, dancing.

"do not sleep."

Continuously urging and burning mental power is a very dangerous behavior.Once the spiritual power is exhausted, it means the end of human life on the Terra continent.As for Basil right now, he was just carefully embracing Ling Xiao, whose whole body was wrapped in gray fur with only a snow-white face exposed, like a treasure.

In those eyes that seemed to be extremely sleepy and slightly closed, the pupils with a light green tint were like two pools of stagnant and frozen lake water, empty and frozen.

"Don't sleep, Ling Xiao."

Between half-dream and half-awake, it seems to be in the embrace of the sun.

In a world where there is only a piece of ice and snow left, Ling Xiao, who is so cold that his brain is almost numb by the chill that rises from the depths of his soul, has been frozen in the bottom of his eyes. The tears that can't flow, finally unconsciously, melted like a drop One drop, dripping from eyelashes.

And the voice that seemed to come from the far end is still persistent in his ears, calling out one after another——

Don't sleep, Ling Xiao.

Do not sleep……

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