twilight end

The windy beauty holding a stirring spoon is still cooking her strange soup at home. Seeing me push the door in with a dull face, she smiled and laughed, "You can't help but come to me at last!"

I nodded weakly, and reminded, "It should be hypnosis, right? Do you have a way to cure it with medicine?"

She was a little surprised: "You are not stupid, you finally know that you have been hypnotized!"

I smiled wryly, and asked her the most important question first, "You gave me a lot of strange medicines here and there, and until now, I still lack a few."

"It seems that you already knew." Fengmei smiled regretfully, "I promised Mori not to tell you, but if you think about it yourself, it doesn't count as my breach of promise!" There was a small smile in her smile. Little pride.

In fact, I just guessed it, and if my guess is correct, even if I remember all the things I forgot, within a few days, I will still forget them completely.

"Why do you want to help me?" This is the strangest part to me. Her young lady is definitely not a person with a sense of justice.

"Because I have been researching this anti-hypnotic drug for a long time, and finally made some progress." She was honest and didn't mind telling me the fact that I was used as a guinea pig.

After taking the medicine she handed over, he swallowed it, only to feel drowsiness welling up, and soon fell asleep on the sofa at Morrie's house.

The chaotic and broken, unorganized dream was staged clearly in the daytime for the first time, and when I woke up, everything was vivid in my mind.

I greeted Morrie who just came back from get off work, and said with emotion: "So I am so capable. I have worked as a tailor, Latin teacher, shoemaker, pilot, painter, lawyer..."

Mori was shocked: "You remember it all?" The reproachful gaze turned to Feng Wuhen, and Miss Feng shrugged, "I didn't break my promise, and I didn't say anything, he remembered it by himself."

The Feng family rules strictly forbid breaking oaths, Morrie knows it, but seeing me wryly smile and list out the occupations I have done and should have forgotten one by one, Morrie was at a loss for the first time in his life, so he had to call Rui come here.

Rui's body smelled strongly of disinfectant, as if he had just come off the operating table. He looked at me calmly and calmly, and said calmly, "Qiong, you know everything?"

"Yes! I know all about it." I looked at the white coat he didn't have time to change in a hurry. It was spotless, against his shiny blond hair. Walking in the sun, all you need is a smile. People who don't know must You will think it is an angel descending into the world.

"Everything is arranged. I suddenly want to go to work because of hypnosis. I choose that company because Qin Peidong has business connections with the company. I must have hypnotized Qin Peidong before this to remind him of the past thousands of years ago. It’s the past! He laid out the layout step by step, and you all closed the net step by step behind the scenes.”

I looked at Mori and Rui, "And I, the pawn between you, will continue to play according to the script that has already been written, according to the setting, until the end, then erase everything, and restart the show 30 years later. "

Rui and Morrie remained silent and did not defend themselves, as if they had acquiesced, my heart suddenly felt chills.

"When did you first know?" Rhett's voice was dry.

"I always felt that something was wrong, until I accidentally saw the message of Elder Keke, and all the puzzles were finally complete." But I don't have memory, so I can't put together the whole picture, so I ran to find Feng Wuhen.

"Then, let's go home!" Ray gave me a reassuring smile, "The siren will be here soon."

Both he and I know that at this moment, I have absolutely no ability to teleport and escape.

When I remember it, I will soon forget it. I looked at Rui Wen’s smile, and I thought it’s good to forget. If I forget it, I won’t have this feeling of chills all over my body.

After waking up, I will continue to indulge in online games, and Rui will continue to work hard.

Everything went back to the original point again, steadily and invariably, proceeded methodically and step by step, until the magnificent revenge drama was grandly staged again.

There is nothing to worry about, and there is nothing to worry about. The script has already been written, and I don’t even need to memorize the lines. The plot will naturally push me forward.

No matter how many life and death partings, no matter how much sadness and pain, all traces will be erased afterwards, and nothing will be remembered. Naturally, there is no way to be sad or sad.

The director is so thoughtful, meticulous and thoughtful that he even considered the psychological damage caused by going too deep into the play. As an actor, I really have nothing to criticize, right?

But I still couldn't help asking, "Why, why is the same game published more than [-] times in a millennium, and you won't get tired of repeating it so many times?"

Rui didn't answer my question, just took my hand and said quietly, "Let's go home!"

On the sofa, the sirens from the sea folded their beautiful long legs and hugged the cushions leisurely. I apologize for accidentally destroying their family's submarine base.

"Small meaning," she waved her hands indifferently, "I've wanted to change places for a long time."

It seems that there is really no problem in the world that Rui can't solve.

I was sitting on the other side of the sofa, and I felt that Ray had cast an enchantment around him, and he was still wary that I would run away.

Don't say I don't have the ability at the moment, even if I have the ability to break through his barrier now, I don't know where I can go?

The world is so big that he doesn't even know where he lives, so he can only stay here and play puppet shows here and there according to his will.

With long dark blue hair fluttering in the wind, the siren softly sang a lullaby of the sea.

"Who is the woman who pulled me out of the war and used the blood oath to bring me into the blood clan?" While my consciousness was still clear, I continued to ask the doubts in my heart.

"It's my brother's fiancée, Gisea!" Fergis' fiancée?It turned out that even this was arranged.

"The one who found me was the psychic? They have been looking for Onan's reincarnation for thousands of years, and each search takes about 30 years?"

"Yes!" Rui answered briefly and crisply, feeling that consciousness was gradually blurred, I grabbed the last trace of sobriety, and asked him again, "Why?"

Why are you still not tired of this boring repetition of reincarnation after nearly a thousand years, and why do you want to continue?

Rui was silent, just when I thought I couldn't get the answer, he said in a low voice, "Because I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled to the death of my brother and Ao Nan, Ao Nan has a chance to reincarnate and live again, but my brother must disappear forever .”

That's why Mrs. Myers reminded me so earnestly in the square that day that a dead human can be transformed into a blood race so that he can continue to live.

She hopes to use my hand to make Onan, who is a demon hunter, the target he wants to hunt, and then force him to stand in the sun and disappear into ashes. This is Madam's way of revenge, and Rui has to follow, because the same Hatred, but also because of Madam's expectations.

It's just that they don't know that Aonan's father has already prepared for a rainy day, and put God's blessing on Aonan. God's blessing can only be used once on the same receptor, so they can't achieve their goal of revenge even if they use it for thousands of years.

My consciousness has been blurred, and I seem to be floating in the air, watching the memories of the past appear clearly one by one.

When I met Rui for the first time, he threw me into the sun and said in a cold voice that I was the one who killed his brother.

When I felt that my whole body was about to be burned to ashes, Mrs. Myers came to stop Rui Shi and said, you promised your brother to take good care of him.

Rui let go of his hand feebly, and then the memory was erased.

Many, many forgotten memories emerged one after another under hypnosis. I watched Rui's constant struggle and compromise, and my heart ached bit by bit.

We are all living in torment, be it Ray, Mrs. Myers, or dead human beings, we are all destined to fail to get what we want.

What is the meaning of such a life, such an existence?

In a trance, I saw myself in the previous life, Luo Di's loneliness and autism, I wanted to isolate myself from this indifferent world, so that I could feel safe, but I couldn't help but hope that someone would reach out and take care of me. Pull yourself out of the dark and cold world and offer a warm embrace.

So, under the cold Alps, the black cloak covered with heavy snow was uncovered. Onan put his warm hand on his cold forehead and said, "You are so cold, you will get sick." He unwrapped his cloak When I lived in Luodi, I couldn't help falling in love with this person.

For this little bit of warmth, I hide my identity, and when I can no longer hide it, even if it destroys the world, I have to defend this warmth.

But in the end, everything is in vain, he has his responsibility, and his responsibility is more important than Luodi's existence!

So forget it, just give up, since you can't get complete love and warmth, you'd rather forget this warm feeling completely and completely.

When facing the tip of the sword, there is a feeling of finally being relieved. I will no longer exist in this world, and I will not feel cold or lonely. How wonderful!

Thinking of Luodi's relieved smile, I suddenly understood why I could never learn magic and why I gave up so easily.

Looking at the film directed by Rui for thousands of years, I met Ao Nan's reincarnation again and again, until his death, the same beginning, the same ending, I don't know whether to sympathize with Ao Nan and me who are in the game, or sympathize with the eternity that can never succeed in revenge Mrs. Myers, or Ray, who had to do it all.

It doesn't matter, anyway, when you wake up, you won't remember anything, so what does it matter?

The singing crescendoed, filling all consciousness, and all the images fell apart and collapsed like fragments.

In the end, in a blank space, only the light singing voice is still floating. Gradually, even the singing voice becomes weaker until it disappears, and everything becomes nothingness.

30 years later

It was raining lightly on the streets of London, passers-by wearing long trench coats and holding umbrellas walked quickly on the streets, and from time to time someone beckoned for a taxi.

Although I like dark weather, it doesn't mean I'm willing to go back to being scolded by Rui after being drenched in the rain.

I found a corner where no one would notice, my figure flashed, and I was about to teleport, when I was caught by a sudden hand on the back of my collar.

I turned my head angrily, and the human in front of me was wearing a black coat that is common on the streets of London, with brown hair and green eyes, looking at me recklessly: "Brother Vampire, it's cold and slippery, please give me a ride."

The rain in London seemed to be getting heavier. A strong wind blew away the umbrellas in the hands of many passers-by. He reached out and grabbed the one that flew to the side, and handed it over. He looked at me with green eyes, waiting for my answer. .

I didn't go to pick up the umbrella, but just held his hand and teleported to a distance that the dark clouds couldn't cover.

The area covered by this dark cloud is quite large, and we barely escaped the entanglement of the rain when we reached a tavern in the suburbs of London.

It's just that although being a blood race is not old or sick, there are other inconveniences. Rain is just uncomfortable, but sunshine is undoubtedly more deadly.

So when I came out of the rain and unfortunately encountered the scorching sun, I could only pull this strange human being who escaped halfway, and push open the dirty and messy tavern door that was even hung with spider webs.

Probably because of the daytime, there were very few people in the tavern, and the bartenders who belonged to nocturnal animals did not know where to sleep in. There was only a small waiter who yawned and came over to say hello.

"Please sit down, what would you like to drink?"

"Pretty in Pink, thank you!" Too bad, after ordering the wine, I found out that I came out in a hurry, and forgot to bring the money. I will use an excuse to go to the bathroom to teleport people later, and leave this strange human who recognized my blood identity to pay the bill!

But before that, I still have to ask how this guy recognized me as a vampire.

"Tsk tsk tsk, isn't ordering a Bloody Mary more in line with the nature of a vampire?" The human on the opposite side shook his head, "A glass of martini, thank you!"

"Sorry, sir, I'm not very good at bartending, and the bartenders haven't woken up yet, so I can't make you a martini!" The waiter shook his head.

"A glass of beer, thank you!" Someone who was obviously shocked tried his best to cheer up, and turned to look at me who was giggling, "Brother Vampire, you have been here before."

"I haven't been here." This is the truth, most of the time I stay at home and rarely go out.

"Then why did you just order 'Pretty in Pink' which he knows how to tune? And you didn't order a Bloody Mary?"

"Bloody Mary is based on strong vodka. All drinks with excessive alcohol content are the ultimate love potion for underage blood." So you don't need to expect him to mix it up to harm yourself.

"Brother vampire, you are still underage?" The human on the opposite side was shocked, and said to himself, "If you propose a relationship, don't you still need the guardian's consent?"

"...you are not of age!" I almost choked my trachea with a sip of wine, I patted my chest, and pointed to the waiter who brought out the beer, "I mean, this child is my kindred. "

The waiter smiled at me, put the beer on the table, raised his head, but suddenly showed a wary expression.

"I recognize you! Onan, Sanchez, the No. 30 ninth patriarch of the witcher family." With a wave of his hand, the cup was knocked over and fell, shattered on the ground, and the child took a step back in horror, his feet slipping.

"Be careful." It was as if an invisible hand protruded from the void, and I didn't see how the human being moved. The child who almost fell into the broken glass fell safely into his arms.

"Are you okay?" The human, who pulled the child across the bar out of thin air, patted the back of the little head reassuringly with some force.

The child in his arms trembled, as if falling into the human palm was the most terrifying thing in the world compared to falling on broken glass.

"Help, save me," the little waiter turned his head and looked at me begging for help. Before I could respond, the hands holding him loosened the next moment.

"Don't be afraid! It's just broken glass. Aren't the wounds of the vampires healed in an instant!" The dangerous human had no self-awareness as a witcher, and comforted him all the way.

"Since you know that the wounds of the vampires will heal in an instant, why are you pulling him here?"

please!I didn't realize that it wasn't broken glass that the children were afraid of, but you, the witcher, okay!

"Although it will heal immediately, it will still hurt when it hits the broken glass!" He shook his head disapprovingly, looking at the child's eyes full of concern.

"Come and get acquainted! Brother vampire, my name is Onan, Sanchez, please tell me the name of the beauty?" His attention fell back to me again, and there was still a touch of tenderness in the green eyes.

The same brown hair and green eyes, the same gentle and caring eyes, the same familiar mischievous smile, and the same question, "My name is Aonan, Sanchez, may I ask the beauty's name?"

"Are you asking me? My name is Lodi, and I'm not a beauty!"

In a trance, the long dusty memory was uncovered again. Under the continuous Alps, the snowstorm hit the sky, and the whole person was buried under the snow in a short while.

In fact, it's not bad to be buried below like this, why waste mental power to cast magic to keep out the cold!If you can't wake up from this sleep, you won't feel the cold at all!

Why don't you just go to sleep like this!Sleeping quietly under the snow and ice of the quiet Alps, no one will know, and no one needs to know.

But by chance, someone saw the corner of the dark cloak, swept away the heavy snow, and put a warm hand on the cold forehead, "You are so cold, you will get sick."

Before he untied his cloak and wrapped him around, those staring eyes full of concern were the only kindness in this cold world, so warm, yet so short and fleeting.

Like the seven-color rainbow looming in the sky after a violent rainstorm, it is gorgeous across the sky, and its beauty can melt the hardest stone intestines in the world.

At the moment when you can be tempted, that touch of precious splendor gradually fades away all the colors, revealing the true original appearance. It is still the sky, the monotonous gray and blue, which has never changed.

If only the dark cloak had never been lifted, it would have been fine if it had been sleeping in the deep snow of the Alps without being disturbed or awakened.

In this way, at least you can still have a good dream quietly under the dark and cold ice and snow.

I dreamed that I was born in an ordinary rural family with ordinary human parents, doing heavy farm work, having a bunch of healthy or weak brothers and sisters, supporting each other, clinging to each other, and growing up together.

Maybe when she grows up, she's just a servant of a noble human family, doing hard work, letting her be beaten and scolded, and marrying a new wife, she has to give up her virginity.

But it doesn't matter, he will still do his best to support his parents, take care of his brothers and sisters, cherish his wife and children, get along well with other servants, love what he loves, and be anxious about others.

Life may be very difficult, and the situation will never get better. Maybe you will be inferior to others all your life, and you will only have a thin coffin buried deep in the loess after working until your death.

But at least, his parents won't hate each other, and they won't quarrel and abuse all day long under the identity of the so-called noble blood and respected magician, and look at each other, as if the other party is the only one in the world who cannot live together haters.

At least, he won't watch his alcoholic father kill his mother by mistake, hug him and cry bitterly, then hand him over to a group of blood clans who want to kill him quickly, and disappear into the world with his mother.

At least, he doesn't have to grow up in a place full of endless hostility and hatred, where there are death traps everywhere, without relatives or friends.

The only thing left was a difficult and tattered parchment scroll handed down from ancient times, the only manuscript of Archmage Merlin, which no magician could understand, nor could any member of the blood clan understand.

There are some strange and strange symbols throughout the text, without any explanation, and there is not a complete spell.

Even Elder Ke Ke, who is proficient in human magic, asserted after research that these weird symbols are not composed of words, and all spells need words as carriers.

So they let him keep the mother's only relic, they didn't care about it, and they didn't take precautions. The abandoned and tattered thing that even Elder Kirk gave up, unexpectedly, it shined generously in the hands of a child.

Was it really the noble blood inherited from his parents that made Luo Di a genius?

"No, it's not like that, it's just that this is all I have." A wry smile came from the depths of his soul, "I have nothing but these parchment scrolls."

No parents, no brothers, no friends, no playmates, only a dark hut, under the dim candlelight, broken parchments that no one can understand, as companions all day long.

With nothing to do all day long, he, who is half blood, will not starve to death without human food. Similarly, he, who is half human, can survive without blood.

Mrs. Myers looked at him with a smile like this, helping him avoid the assassination traps of all blood races, telling him to try not to go out, not to talk, and it is best not to eat.

Because all words may be the beginning of a conspiracy, and all food may be mixed with strong poison, Madam has a lot of family affairs to do, so she can't take care of him all the time.

He could only look at the parchment scroll, wasting away his youthful time. The strange symbols on the broken scroll were the whole of his childhood life, whether he was awake or asleep.

Even in sleep, the heart and eyes are full of symbols that jump and shuttle back and forth.

This situation lasted until he was ten years old. When the children in the clan turned ten years old, they would be required to attend Elder Keke's magic lectures.

The entire blood clan almost rioted again over whether to allow him to participate in this lecture.

Most of the clan members opposed letting him learn magic. His father, Conway, was the cousin of the former patriarch. His talent and learning had created a powerful ability, and because of his strength, the lethality he caused was also exceptionally large.

How can the son of a traitor who intends to usurp the patriarch's position and seek refuge with humans learn magic?

What if there is another violent turmoil in the clan?

But Elder Ke Ke stubbornly blocked all the objections, insisted on going his own way, put him together with a group of strange children, and began to teach difficult magic.

"Don't understand? It doesn't matter if you don't understand, but you have to sit here and listen to every class." The old man who is always stern, looking at him, but rarely without any malice.

So he calmed down, listened slowly, and learned these unfamiliar spells and basic magic theories. When all the children had learned how to throw fireballs and ice blades, he still couldn't say any spells.

Like an existence that is hopeless and has no magical talent, it makes all the elders who are on guard with malice breathe a sigh of relief, useless Luo Di, it's really great.

Only he himself knows that the spells he recited cannot send out fireballs or throw ice blades, but as long as he thinks about it, he can get big fires, burn the city with flames, call snowstorms, cover the mountains, You can teleport thousands of miles away wherever you meet.

The broken parchment did not record spells, nor did it contain any magical knowledge. What those strange symbols represented were the most basic components of this world.

It describes all the elements that make up this world, from the soil under the feet to the sky above the head, from the breeze in the mountains and forests to the faint candlelight by the low window.

It's a strange feeling, or rather, this is real magic, the whole world is in your heart, in your hands.

With a thought, flowers can bloom in the palm of your hand, and in an instant, flowers can bloom all over England.

With a single move, the storm at sea passed in a blink of an eye, and the moment his feet stepped on the waves, the land under the deep sea could even be arched to support him walking on the sea.

As long as he thinks about it, it is only an instant for the sea to change.

As long as he wants to, the members of the blood clan, and even the whole world, will have to submit to his feet.

"Luo Di, with your beauty and ability, what can you want? Even if you leave me, you can get whatever you want." Before leaving, Ao Nan hugged him and said.

After experiencing the half-destruction of the territory, the death and injury of all members of the family, and the assimilation of the blood clan, the mother and younger brother were killed by the father himself, and the father died for him, but his embrace is still as warm as ever.

"Sorry, Luodi, we can't be together anymore, take care of yourself." He could feel the apology in that person's heart, and he knew that leaving him would drive him into madness.

But he still abandoned him, and after a simple apology, he turned and left, and never looked back.