eventually

7. Cool night

Can red flowers bloom in dreams?

Still piled up dense bones

It was no longer possible to determine whose face was in the mirror.

But remember what I promised you.

Dipper strangely felt that his bad condition was diminishing, and the smell of blood on his chest was still there, but his internal organs became more relaxed, as if they had been replaced with new ones.And Haruhiko is half black and half white in front, the "dragon horn" and "dragon ear" he mentioned are all polluted into misty black on the left side, and the right half is not sure how long it will be white, his hands have become animalized and dirty Dirty and bloody red, but Dipper couldn't blame him or hate him, because he smiled like he was about to cry as he looked at the crowd.

"Don't look..."

He covered his face, not wanting the sunlight to seep through the gap, because it was too warm and too sentimental.

Knowing that your fangs are growing, that you are just a tired beast in your real body, but why don't you roar?Why not fight?Why would you rather choose not to let yourself go?Because amidst the hissing of wild beasts collapsing to the edge, I still don’t want to be seen, because my heart is inferior and pitiful, I want to be a bad person, but I’m more afraid of being hated, I want to destroy everything, but I’m afraid of destroying myself and I have nowhere to go .Give me back the glass, crying and trembling while thinking despicably, but at the same time, I also know that what I long for is the hand stretched out from the other side of the glass.

If it can be reached, the sharp canine teeth under the gums will not bite off, but they are so intimate that they caress the cold hands with their faces, and then pull you into their arms crying and laughing.

just forget it.

The wind in the sky rejected the clouds, but in Haruhiko's mind, whether it was "miasma" or "dirty" or a "sunny sky", three things swelled in his mind, his scalp was tight and painful, but his brain was pressing against the shell and was about to rush Fortunately, it didn't look like there was any difference, leaving a bottom line.And Haruhiko laughed foolishly, thinking that he was so funny that he was like a scene in a dream, he only wore a fig leaf, was punished inexplicably in the crowd, and then was stared at, who laughed?

"Don't look at me..."

Request again.

Of course, the material on his body is still intact, hugging his head in pain, the cries of insects, the cries of dragons, and the wailing of people, finally what he sees is the cramped sky above, with dead branches on top, like falling into a deep well, and the world in his pupils is dyed. It is bright red, very beautiful, it is the color of maple leaves in autumn, how poignant and beautiful, the most dazzling time is when it should fall.

The centipede dragon snake grinned grinningly, as if it had decided on something, it stopped attacking Haruhiko, but followed behind him, and as Haruhiko, who didn't know if it was Haruhiko, shuffled to the front of the four of them, Haruhiko's outstretched hand got closer and closer, The dragon and snake became more interested. Di Po, who stood at the front, thought for a moment that Haruhiko would kill him, but he just raised his arm and gently stroked the dragon claw on Di Po's forehead. Di Po was stunned for a while. In seconds, Haruhiko's palm set off an air current, pushing the four people farther away, and covered them in a glass-colored wall, which was very hard.

His six blazing black feathers spread back, and suddenly stabbed the dragon snake with a knife. However, the dragon snake spit out a letter, twisted and struggled constantly, and did not expect that the "miasma" of Haruhiko's attack target was still himself.In Di Po's eyes, Qingyan pulled out the long knife from the heart in a deep voice, and it was unclear whether he stabbed himself with the knife or pulled out a "thorn" in the heart.As a pool of blood stained the ground again, the black long knife in Haruhiko's hand was covered with black and red fireworks, which was not suitable for him in "Soul of Water".

Haruhiko's eyes gradually turned black and red, holding the flame knife, uttered silent words, smiled, raised his eyes in contempt, turned around and set off the hellish flames, vowing to burn both the insects and himself.While the fire was fluttering and the light of the knife was frightening, he dragged the knife and unilaterally killed "Xiao" invisibly. For a time, only the blade edged across the stone ground was left. Looking for food, after smelling the bloody smell in the rotten smell, he made a sound that didn't suit him. Then, while his Adam's apple was rolling, he dug out a piece of bright red and clean flesh in the body of "Dirty". He carried it on his back, but Dipo He heard the sound of blood vessels bursting and flesh disintegrating.

There was a sudden sound from behind, and when Haruhiko turned his head, Di Po could no longer recognize him, only Xi Qiang looked at the tear mole in thought.

There was also a hundred-legged dragon snake, which was split into two in front, and Haruhiko only killed one.

The rest seemed to be infected with people's grief and indignation, and came towards Haruhiko with loud neighing and open mouth, and he stood up without saying a word, facing the sharp teeth of the "filthy" insect and slashed it, and then proficiently Find the only place to eat.He seems to be gluttonous, but not gluttonous, he licked the blood from his lips, and then licked the last drop from his hand. When he burned everything, he seemed to find that he was still not enough to eat, and staggered towards the glazed wall. Po thought Haruhiko was going to break the wall, but he guessed wrong again.Haruhiko just put his head against the wall and let out an unspeakable laugh.

Suddenly Di Po felt that he hadn't changed anything, but himself had changed.

Haruhiko walked past them, and Dipo knocked on the glass, but it didn't break. I don't know how long the fire will last. Probably, it will last until Qingyan makes rain by himself...

They looked at them, surrounded by wildfires, but they couldn't feel the heat of the fire, and it had nothing to do with them.

When Dipo slowly smelled the scorched stench in the air, Haruhiko was still asleep in the ashes, his face was half dirty, and he couldn't wake up when he was hugged by Qi Cheng, he was in a deep sleep, he didn't frown, nor did he He didn't laugh, so he didn't know what kind of dream he had and who he dreamed of, but Qingyan murmured softly and heard Yin Shu say in a low voice:

"Far from enough……"

When he woke up, he was slightly cold, half leaning against Di Po, Di Po asked him coldly:

"Boy, have you had enough sleep?"

"Um……"

Thinking of Di Po once said that he wanted to question himself, Haruhiko waited obediently, but Di Po held his hair for a while.

"Let's sleep a little longer..."

"……Um"

It can take several hours for Qing Yan to close his eyes, but Xuan Feng took the "knife" that Haruhiko dropped on the lotus platform and looked back and forth. At this time, the black long sword faded from the hostility and became a jade white bamboo umbrella, which is completely unimaginable Two types of utensils at the same time, but Xuan Feng recalled the rumors he had read in "Yao Dao Lu" before, Young Master Jing - the rumored young man who shuttled freely in the "Miasma", sometimes dressed in white, sometimes black, He also sometimes holds a black knife and sometimes holds a white umbrella. It is said that he spontaneously combusts in the evil fire, or looks back in the torrential rain. Passers-by can’t see his face clearly, but he remembers the pathetic eyes he once revealed. Then black and white intersect, his weapon long knife is drawn into thousands of stories along with the thrilling painter he accidentally rescued, Xuanfeng doesn't know this umbrella, but he still remembers the knife under Qing Yan in the raging fire, Exactly the same as in the painting.

He saw Qingyan's hands protruding from the blanket again. Although they had returned to their human form, they were entangled with two dragons, as if they were going to tie him up tightly and could not break free again. Xuanfeng seemed to sense a bright red in his daze while holding the knife. Right in the middle of Haruhiko's forehead, he slightly opened his eyes and said, "It's okay."

It's so mechanical that it's frightening, but Xuan Feng looked at it again, and Qingyan was just sleeping soundly.

The cold wind blew by, and suddenly I was a little panicked.

It was three days after Haruhiko woke up completely, and they hid in a mountain range with a high spiritual energy value, and the "miasma" would not be able to invade for a while.According to the information knocked out from Qicheng's mouth, it turned out that "Miasma" could not be called "Miasma" long ago. The original "Miasma" was just a natural and harmless gas kept in a certain area. It was one of the raw materials for stimulating "Soul" in the first generation, and The statement that "miasma" is the price of "spirit" is the real illusion.As the degree of condensedness between "spirit" and people becomes higher, the development of "Miasma" becomes stronger, and the degree of fusion between this substance and the host becomes higher. A plan to use the "Miasma" for the second time was proposed, but because the "Miasma" after being discharged is not easy to control, some old testers also pointed out that too much power is not necessarily a good thing, and the experiment was stranded, but time can't stop the ambition. Later or secretly, this experiment was finally carried out, and a new substance-"filth" was also produced.

Xuan Feng naturally didn't ask why they could only run away, just imagine, in this world where basically everyone has "soul", that is to say, everyone has "miasma", how can they resist?

He was just wondering whether one day they would also look like Haruhiko?

Or is it only Haruhiko who is so "unique"?

Xuan Feng asked why "Dirty" targeted them.

Qi Cheng replied with a smile on his face.

"Maybe it's because of strength."

Under the pretense that Xuanfeng couldn't knock Duyu's mouth open, and couldn't scratch Xicheng, he didn't choose to act rashly with Dipo. Currently, only Qingyan is known to be able to subdue "filth". Qicheng and Duyu should also have certain abilities. But it is unlikely that they will make a move. The two of them always seem to be plotting something. In other words, the beginning of all this, all these sudden changes, and inexplicable, are all conspiracy?After seeing Haruhiko's unrecoverable expression after waking up, Xuan Feng who was sitting on the window sill sighed silently, celebrating his habitual silence.

And Haruhiko touched the back of his head in a daze, and was hit by the wild fruit thrown by Dipo. The thin-skinned, thick and elastic ones did not damage the fruit, nor did they hurt Haruhiko. It only made the still confused Qingyan notice them. two people.

"Xiaoxuan...Xiao Po...why are you here?"

"...what do you say?"

Dipper asked back.

"...Could it be that something happened to me again?"

"...No...you're doing pretty well."

Dipo was surprisingly peaceful. After he confused Qingyan, he approached the fire with a face full of hesitation, turning over the pheasant that was roasted until golden. The "stick" and the grill with the pheasant came from Xuan Feng Xuan Feng looked at the chicken with a very indifferent expression after snatching the sword.

"Get up...it's time to eat, we have meat tonight."

Qingyan became happy, he had been lying on the ground for a long time and suddenly became so excited that he danced and his legs were cramped, he was pressed and rubbed by Xuan Feng, and he was yelled so much that he wanted to eat meat, which made Xuan Feng finally smile.Haruhiko looked around, and it seemed to be another Taoist temple, but it was quite dilapidated. He sipped some water from the bamboo tube and rinsed his mouth, but found no place for him to spit water, so he found a small sapling at the door and said "pululu "Spit out a jet of water, go back to the fire and watch Dipo roast pheasant to warm your hands, but feel that the fire is not warm enough, and put your cold hands into Xuan Feng's collar, Xuan Feng who was so cold With a sullen face, Feng Mu slowly pulled out the child's hand, and rubbed him warm with his hand to prevent him from harming others.

Qingyan laughed lightly, holding Xuanfeng's hand and making himself bigger than the other person a few times, Xuanfeng looked at it, shook his head and smiled.

However, a smile with honey is not worth the tasteless reality in the mouth.There are stone pots split by Di Po with a sword, some are lit by Xuan Feng with lightning, wild vegetable soup that was deliberately cooled after boiling in the pot, grilled chicken sizzling with oil, and so on. Put aside the wild fruit.Haruhiko tasted the soup, then tore off some chicken, and took the chicken leg that Dipper picked up with a smile. At this time, the light was orange and beautiful in the shallow and cool night, but Haruhiko's tongue seemed to be rusty, but He feels that the aroma of food is not only the lingering taste in the mouth, but also who eats it with.

Seeing Di Po's big mouthfuls of meat, and Xuan Feng's gentle and fast, Qingyan felt that the meal was not bad.

but……

"Where's Xiao Du and A Cheng?"

"They are looking at the protective barrier."

Xuanfeng answered Qingyan, Qingyan nodded and pushed some rice into his mouth. He was indeed hungry, but he didn't want to eat these tasteless things, but more fishy and more original substances... It is impossible to really eat, there is only one area here Of the five people, only one can be bitten.And Haruhiko quietly moved his body, feeling that he was slowly "reviving". Although the wounds on his body were not visible for a while, they should be all healed. After all, apart from being half full and slightly hungry, he didn't feel any discomfort at all, and he was even awake. The head was still a little excited, Haruhiko speeded up the speed of finishing the meal, the only perception was warmth.

In the cold, the warmth of the stars can make people nostalgic.

After Di Po finished eating a few times, he told the two that he was going to visit Heqing, Xuanfeng Qingyan nodded, and he strode away unhappily, as if someone had provoked him.

Xuan Feng waited for Di Po to go away, then put down the planer's bowls and chopsticks.

"You don't eat these now, do you?"

Haruhiko shrank his pupils and smiled.

"... Xiaoxuan, what are you talking about, don't everyone eat these? I don't do the same."

And Xuan Feng pushed his own bowl forward, aggressively, cut his palm with the summoned short knife, blood gushed out, he stared at Qingyan's eyes that stood up for a moment, and then said in a deep voice that he was not happy.

"We all saw the change you had in Liantai that day."

"What's wrong with me?"

"...It feels like a different person, a bit like 'miasma' or 'dirty'?"

"What is 'filth'?"

"A variant of 'Miasma'. No...I mean, if you want to drink blood, drink mine."

The blood dripping from the palm of his hand quickly seeped through the gap between his fingers, Xuan Feng intentionally cut it deeply, and Haruhiko finally put down his bowl with a smile, raised his hand and wrapped Xuan Feng's hand with a water polo, his injury instantly Healing, Xuan Feng was obviously a little stunned, he quickly remembered Qingyan's previous behavior.

"You... learned it?"

"Ah... yes."

Haruhiko was also pointed out.

Haruhiko tilted his head, making a frivolous look.

"Xiaoxuan, don't do these dangerous moves, it won't save me."

"What happened to you?"

Xuan Feng frowned and suddenly became anxious.

"It's nothing, it was just a dream."

Haruhiko put his index finger between his lips, gestured for silence, but asked himself.

"Xiaoxuan, is your real name 'Wei Sheng Chen Hua'?"

"How did you know?"

"Ah Chan said."

He lied, and then lamented that Tianyuan kept secrets.

Xuan Feng frowned all the time, his face was full of doubts, he stared at his palm with no knife marks left, and looked at the usual Qingyan.But Qing Yan felt the pain in his hand, he slandered Xuan Feng as soon as he said it, without hesitation at all, and at the same time, his affection for him rose even more, he was as good as in his dream.With narrowed eyes, Qing Yan felt that the ability Yin Shu gave was really useful, and there was pain, but there was no wound or blood on the surface, as long as he kept quiet, no one would notice.

It's time for him to improve his acting too.

Because telling the truth is more painful than helpless dreams.

Haruhiko got closer to Xuan Feng under the cover of the fire, and simply sat beside Xuan Feng, the two shadows on the wall stuck together, and Qing Yan fiddled with the fire, making the perverse fire reflected in his eyes.

"Xiaoxuan, I don't think it's blood or fresh meat."

"Your performance in Liantai is not like this."

"Well... yes, but now I'm fine."

"I don't quite believe it."

"What a pity... Then, Xiaoxuan, would you like to hear me tell you about the dream you had back then?"

"……You speak."

Haruhiko touched his forehead with a flick of a finger, and then Xuan Feng lost consciousness.

"I dreamed of a person who is as delicate and gentle as you."

Haruhiko hugged the weakened Xuan Feng, and then he opened his fangs, but instead of biting the bare neck right in front of him, he nibbled gently, telling himself that he was satisfied without even leaving a mark, and he still took away some Things to view by the way to some other old things.The young Xuanfeng in the Sea of ​​Consciousness cried, holding up a crystal necklace with the color of stars in his hand, throwing it into the fast-moving river while Haruhiko was at a loss, and as the waves surged, Haruhiko realized that Xuan Feng once said "a past similar to Dipo's".He is the concubine of the Weisheng family in the devil world. He is the one who is born with a "spirit" defect. He was diagnosed by the doctor with a physique that can only rely on others to live. He was shameless by his father and laughed at by his brothers. Separated from family, learned to refine weapons, tenaciously growing in strength day by day, but still not valued, only one or two critical missions will be remembered and still alive.

Later, he thought that since his life was as short as a mayfly, at least one brilliance must be won, so he showed his edge and no longer remained silent. He received more and more tasks, and the same was true for praise. Looking back, he found that people's actual views were still the same as before. He calmed down and asked himself what he wanted.

So he came to "Tiangan" to see this place full of wishes.

He doesn't seem to want anything.

It's just that on a cloudy day, in a fit of resentment, I threw away the necklace that I didn't know what it would do but had been there all the time.

"Thanks a lot."

Qing Yan stroked the soft hair on the back of Xuan Feng's head, but found that he was surprisingly heavy. He moved Xuan Feng to a pillar beside him, assumed his usual sitting and sleeping position, and straightened the hay on the ground so that Xuan Feng could sleep soundly. Be comfortable, and let the ground not see drag marks.And he quietly ate Xuan Feng's pessimism, ate his suspicion, ate his fear, ate his grief.

Why do you want to do this?

Boiling frogs in warm water?

Of course not, just because he doesn't want to pass through the days that are like a white horse with silence and gloomy eyes. He wants to live in laughter and excitement, even if it is an illusion, it can be broken with a single poke.

The coming mountain rain is not terrible.

The scary thing is that atmosphere.

And he swallowed Xuan Feng's pain, and felt the unhappiness in his chest disappear somewhat.

But Yin Shu appeared, holding his shoulders behind him, and his evil and provocative smile was in his ear.

"Is that really enough?"

"if not?"

Haruhiko asked back, making Yin Shu disappear into the smoke on his own.

But when he turned around to look at the soup dripping with blood, his Adam's apple still couldn't help rolling, and finally sat down peacefully with a slight smile, tried his best to drink it by instinct without thinking about anything, licked his lips, shook his head and covered his face with a low smile .He was completely confused, but when he clutched his heart and recalled Xuan Feng's old memories, he still smiled with relief.

After washing the bowls and chopsticks with "Soul of Water", to hide the smell of rust in the air, Dipper stepped on the threshold suddenly, patted the door frame, and looked at Haruhiko who turned his head in a daze.

"...Your 'po' is quite convenient."

"How come, you see that you can also make utensils!"

"It's just chopping with a knife... huh? Have you finished that dish?"

"...Ah, yes, what's wrong?"

"No, I think the wild vegetables are too bitter, it's a pity that you can eat them."

It turns out...is it bitter?

Haruhiko thought it was sweet.

"You can't waste it."

"Well, you're good, you just need to eat more vegetables, and you can't just eat meat like a fool, or you won't grow taller, little brat."

"But you Xuan Feng is smaller than you, but he is taller than you..."

"you shut up."

Haruhiko snickered at Di Po, and took the clean bowls and chopsticks from the water polo.

"Where are these?"

"You can just let it go."

"Ah."

Haruhiko walked up to a stone deer statue, put the bowl by the deer's feet, laid the chopsticks flat, and then fiddled with the hay on the ground a few times.

"Xiao Po, was your original name 'Jiang Weihan'?"

"How did you know? The wooden face leaked the secret?"

"No, Ah Cheng said it."

"That guy..."

Haruhiko raised the corners of his mouth and sighed in amusement. He descended and rose again. He turned around and walked towards Di Po step by step. When Di Po was patted by him on the shoulder, Di Po raised his eyebrows and looked straight at him. Haruhiko didn't understand what he meant, Di Po only felt a little dizzy for a while. , but from Haruhiko's perspective, only Dipo's thoughts were seen.

As he expected, those self-righteous tenderness are just others' self-help.

However, Haruhiko then thought optimistically and felt that he was still happy.

Haruhiko can suck pain, no matter the body or the heart, but the wounds in the heart are often related to memories. When he sucks painful memories, he will also see other memories, just like a sea, there are you to find fish, and naturally there are other fish swim.Among the emotions he saw, there were two more people, one was him from the third class, and the other was the young Dipper.

It's so similar, when Dipper looks at himself, he also looks at the past.

appearance.

temperament.

character.

There is a vague resemblance, whether it is because Haruhiko is a copy, or people always have the same ugly nature. Di Po wants to save Haruhiko because he wants to save himself when he was a child; Di Po is kind to Haruhiko because he wants to save himself.It seems that if you give Haruhiko more, he will be "full", so he fills up his past self by filling up for Haruhiko.Haruhiko closed his eyes slightly, and smiled brighter and brighter. It was nothing, it was normal, it was his nature, it was because he couldn't bear it and had a sense of commonality that he cared more. It was the same with everyone, and he couldn't escape it.So Di Po is still good in his heart, and the person he has always envied has always been gentle.

He is the one who is not gentle, if he has a little, he wants more.

Haruhiko smiled, separated the pain from the memory, and asked him why he did this?He didn't know, but he had some ideas, he just wanted to do this suddenly, and he could practice his hands by the way to prepare for his decision.As Dipper's unhappiness dissipated, Haruhiko wondered, what if he had been forgotten?Do they hurt?

Probably not.

After all, the acquaintance is so short, but their life is very long...

Haruhiko, we have seen the end.

Countless reincarnations, in the end it is still the same.

Suddenly Du Yu appeared in sight, Haruhiko let go of Di Po in a trance, but Du Yu was not seen, Di Po shook his head.

"what happened?"

"……What's wrong?"

Haruhiko asked back.

"...No, nothing, just a little dizzy."

"Then... go to rest?"

"I don't need it, you take care of yourself. Don't fight to scare people to death."

"Where do I have it?"

"Hmph, little brat."

"You said me... ah! Speaking of which, Xiao Po, what did you do just now?"

"Didn't I tell you to go and see?"

"Then what did you see?"

"Tsk, they are just planting trees idle."

"Eh……"

Haruhiko was talking to Di Po, but what he heard in his ears was the movement of Duyu and Xicheng, still a little far away, and what he just noticed should be his "spiritual" power, but he didn't expect that his sensitivity was also improving.

"Yin Shu?"

"What's the matter?"

"Go and see Duyu and the others, don't be discovered."

A black shadow rushed out, but Di Po turned a blind eye to it. The hem of Yin Shu's clothes almost hit Di Po's face, and then it just dispersed like a mist, and Di Po couldn't feel anything. Putting on some clothes, Yin Shu's existence is like Haruhiko who is "dreaming" on the lotus platform. The onlookers are not discovered, because the real world is outside his own world, so only he can see the floating illusion in the dream?

He remembered that Qicheng and Duyu could also see a little bit, they participated in his dream, but they didn't care, just let it wander, and didn't ask who it was, where did it come from?How many years to stay and wander.

"Those kids get along pretty well. Do we really have to be so tough? Will the relationship get worse?"

"What's the matter."

According to the words from Yin Shu, the former is Qiqiang and the latter is Duyu.

"You, won't you regret it?"

"All I want is for him to be like he used to be."

"That day, Mr. Ji, are you really tired? You clearly know that returning is more difficult than changing."

"Whether it's difficult or not...it's all agreed."

... Haruhiko wanted to interrupt them.

"Xiao Po, I'm going to plant trees with them too!"

Haruhiko rushed out, leaving Di Po with one hand on his waist.

"...How can this child know how to play?"

Haruhiko appeared in the high perception of Xicheng and Duyu, and was hugged by Xicheng.

"What's the matter, Qingbao? Is there something wrong?"

"Well...you know everything, don't you?"

Xi Cheng smiled lightly and tilted his head to pretend to be puzzled.Although he covered his eyes with black silk, it was not ordinary silk and satin, but the spider silk of Shinra Spider, which cut off the "spirit" but not the vision. He saw Haruhiko looking at him precisely. In my arms, but not weak, never.As expected of his child, Xicheng is even more proud.

"Does Qingbao really want to ask?"

"Am I dying?"

He turned to Du Yu and asked.

"Ah."

Du Yu did not pretend to be a secret, but directly revealed it.

"Is it my destiny?"

"Um……"

At this time, Haruhiko was more relaxed than anyone else, he broke away from Xichao's embrace, turning around in circles like when he was nine years old, with his arms outstretched like a flying bird.

"Don't be nervous...well... why don't you play with me for a while before the rain comes?"

"Don't fool around."

Du Yu warned Haruhiko, and Haruhiko also restrained his smile.

"Feel sorry……"

Haruhiko saw that Du Yu was about to carry him back again, and held him again.

"Watyu..."

He blinked his eyes.

"It's been... trouble you... that promise, let's relax a little bit?"

Du Yu still shook off his sleeves familiarly, always moving forward, never stopping to wait, Haruhiko didn't blame him, and he had no reason to blame, they just had different thoughts and feelings, and shifted their vision a little.

"That guy is different, so leave him alone."

"Ok, I know."

"Then, Qingbao... I went to another place to plant the sacred tree?"

"Wait, you can take me with you, I'm still useful."

"I don't suggest you go. This is not a simple planting of trees. Be good, don't make trouble."

"Oh……"

Haruhiko hesitated to speak, but...

"Habitat!"

"what?"

"Some things! If you don't understand it, you will never understand it. If you understand it, it will be a burden!"

Haruhiko yelled.

But in the breeze, the leaves behind him flew up, now is the season when everything is spinning and floating, and the dust settles, a leaf obstructs the black silk of Qi, and also blocks his eyesight, Qi has no heart No lungs, he is a demigod, he has forgotten the love of human beings, only compassion, playfulness, and cunning are his choices, he doesn't like pain, so he never tastes them.He murmured softly amid the swaying leaves:

"It's because you know too much and worry too much."

For a moment, Haruhiko thought that the black silk of the roost was being blown up, and he saw a black thread floating up the crown of the tree, hidden in the stubborn dark green, the leaves rustled, and the roost disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he prevented him from catching up, the sound of the wind blew away Haruhiko's ending sound left him silently on the spot, not knowing who was wrong and who was panicking.

It's night, I just think the night wind is not cold enough, but it cools my heart.Haruhiko once remembered that "if you hurt your body, you won't be hurt anymore." Such a saying is right and wrong, but at this moment he firmly doesn't believe it. He performed the operation for the time being so that he could rest, but Duyu and Xicheng didn't come back, so he took advantage of leaving the old Taoist temple to let Han Ye quiet his restless "miasma" blood.The hands that had been stained with dirty things were covered in black air, and the black dragon's form was everywhere to find the centipede. Haruhiko's hands were bulging with blue veins, purple and black, and even the animal-like white scales couldn't bear the embarrassment at this moment. , and his heartbeat was so fast that it exploded in the next instant, and his body overheated.

At this time, his body hurts and his heart is not feeling well.

Feeling that everything was messed up at this moment, so he chose the grass, the bleakness under the moon in the night, and he chose to cover the kicked quilt for Di Po, and then he opened the door and let the wood "squeak" Then throw myself into the chilly night.

The wind is cold and unrelenting, but it can make people more peaceful.

He forcibly calmed down while roaring, let the wind blow towards him, the violent blood in his body would cool down a little bit, no matter how hot it was, but if he stayed for a long time, his limbs and thoughts became numb, and he was also in a state of confusion. It was difficult to see his figure clearly in the pitch black.It stands to reason that his vision will become clearer and clearer, but his eyes can't be brought together no matter what, so he only sees dim.It is as if there are parasites piercing through the body surface and the body, through the bones, through the flesh and blood, because the will of black and white has long been differentiated, they can not go back to the past, every second is fused and then killed, plus Haruhiko was scarred inside and out from the damage he had absorbed, but he was not afraid.

"I asked you, if you become like me, will you regret it?"

"I have no regrets..."

Qingyan smiled, but Yin Shu didn't believe it at all.

"You're deluding yourself, you're in pain, you're embarrassing, you don't want to be. You know, you could have thrown it all away."

"It's true, but I don't abandon it, and I don't regret it."

"Why? You are me too, I've had enough of reincarnation hundreds of times! I've had enough of accepting pain every time! But no one remembers me, no one finds me, only me, always in reincarnation, can't escape Have you forgotten all these sufferings!"

Haruhiko fell down on the grass, and stretched out his hand to the black shadow that suddenly appeared.

"Yin Shu, you forgot."

Yin Shu forgot why he was Yin Shu and why Haruhiko was Haruhiko.

And Haruhiko had already remembered everything.

Yin Shu was resentful, and pulled Qing Yan into the black pool with a gloomy face.

The setting sun is like a bloody sky, with a bloody Qingyang knife in his hand, and thousands of bones of "miasma" beasts under his feet, no one can be seen, only Haruhiko is still looking forward to the sky that he guards every day in a daze, maybe there are crows flying by , and thousands of "miasma" and "filth" poured into his back, Chi Yiyu was overwhelmed, and his once praised wings were only rotten bones.

The feathers fell to the ground, almost covering the blood-colored ugliness. He still couldn't finish killing "Miasma". I did this experiment because I believed that he was the chosen one, and that his ideas could kill "Miasma".All along, he has done too well, using the "Soul of Water" to contain the "Miasma". Yes, it is just tolerance, he has never had the ability to kill.

But inadvertently found that I can absorb pain, and I can also absorb "miasma", because it is negative, because it is also pain.

"Miasma" also fell in love with looking for Haruhiko, and poured out his hesitation, but Haruhiko would remain silent.

He was delighted to be elected as the "savior", to stand on the battlefield for himself, and to be able to protect his family behind his back.

He seeks value in absurdity.

And "miasma" is still "dirty", and a conspiracy has been made up.

Under the disapproval of everyone and the new prophecy, it was discovered that he after the experiment was the key to defeating "Miasma", he was caught and made a fusion, and if he wanted to kill "Miasma", he had to become "Miasma".He had a faint premonition, then looked at the crowd, the admiration and anticipation in the eyes of Du Yu, who was still in Heqing, he smiled and sank himself into the emerald green liquid, not knowing whether it was warm or cold, only knowing that one person would come forward, And he is willing to stand in front, to be the sun once,

Even this sun is neither bright nor hot.

It's just the coolness and indifferent light of late spring.

He smiled, suffocated to the point of death, was wrapped in countless black hands in the sap, and rolled in the dust ever since.And he finally learned the ultimate move of "Miasma", slashing at the ultimate self one by one, is it killing each other?Or bloodthirsty?No, he just guards the light that once illuminated himself, and he never thinks that "dirty" is the same as himself. He is still a person, even if half of him is "miasma", even if he is also "miasma" in his heart, he pretends to be Lies will always be exposed one day. The more "miasma" is killed and the more "filth" is swallowed, the more rationality is already on the verge.

When the canine teeth are getting sharper, when he can't eat vegetables, vegetables and rice, and just wants to be a wild beast, his eyes are slightly red, and he stands on the edge with a smile.He passed by once again, brushing past everyone. At that time, the sky was very blue, and he seemed to be able to tolerate it at that time. He did not regret it. He said that someone would bear it.

And he didn't want to see them cry.

But on this day, this bloody day before the storm, he locked himself in the defensive cover, cut off all attachments, and rushed into the black quagmire regardless of Di Po's scolding behind him, Xuan Feng's worry, Xi Qiang's bewilderment, or Heqing apologized over and over again.At that time, Heqing was no longer Heqing. He was happy that his strength had grown, and he was happy that he had the name "Duyu". Then he looked at everyone's future, and suddenly found that everything had nothing to do with Haruhiko. He was surprised, and then despaired up.In the storm, Haruhiko defeated Miasma with a smile, but what he thought was the end was actually just the beginning.

The end of all comedies is another beginning of tragedy.

Haruhiko endured the pain of this era of "Miasma", and waited until the next era of "Miasma", which was overwhelmed by the burden, broke out of the cocoon, returned the pain in a mess, and he accepted it with a smile. In this way, life and death, forever repeat.

That is the trunk of Haruhiko's life tree. Duyu's crane family did not tell Duyu, but when he became