Sky blue [green blue]

【19--】

What do you want?

——I...it seems that there is nothing in particular that I want?

Obviously the language has not yet formed, but with this response, the will still rises from the sea of ​​information.

The electric current sounded, as if something was trying to start.

—Ah...not right.

——Is there still some?

Following the rebuttal question, a chaotic electric sound screamed, and rushed to the four directions unexpectedly, sneaking into the corners.

- what I want is...

A moment passed, as if a huge calculation had finally come to a conclusion, the turbulent and piercing sound was instantly calmed down and smoothed.

With a buzzing sound, it suddenly went out.

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With an electric shock, Xiaolan suddenly woke up.

"Huh?" Mumbling and slowly sitting up from the ground, Xiao Lan scratched her head, "Am I... asleep?"

When she woke up for the first time, she still felt drowsy, Xiaolan was in a daze, her sleepy eyes slowly moved around in circles.

It was a somewhat dilapidated town street scene.

The surrounding area under the night was silent, without human voices or gunpowder smoke.

——Ah, yes...

The scene in front of her eyes stimulated her consciousness, gradually, Xiaolan remembered the cause and effect.

——This time I was so tired that I fell asleep directly on the ground.

This is the street in the frontline war zone.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Inadvertently looking at the long sword she carried with her, Xiaolan murmured to herself in a low voice, she couldn't tell whether she simply gave up the entanglement, or said it for herself.

At this moment, the world is vast and far away, and there is no one around.

The evening breeze is gentle, and the night stars are bright.

The feeling of loneliness arises spontaneously.

--What about the rest?

The drowsiness that was not stubborn in the first place gradually faded away from her body, and her mind soon regained consciousness a little automatically. Xiaolan's sight that had regained its clarity had nowhere to go, and she would temporarily rest somewhere in front of her, but at the same time, her thoughts were like The backtracking that sinks into memory like precipitation.

Some time ago, the demon staff, Yongle, brought a new batch of more powerful high-level monsters into the battlefield, integrated the original demons' combat power, and carried out a thorough suppression. The menacing attack made the situation in the human camp even more severe.

But all of these were blocked by Xiaolan.

Despite the protection of Xiaolan and the holy sword, for safety reasons, the human camp quickly rearranged their defenses, and at the same time let the civilians gather as much as possible to a relatively safe rear.

As the holder of [Sword of Glory] - Sapphire Holy Sword, Xiaolan stays at the forefront of the battlefield, guarding the human world behind her as always.

In fact, Xiaolan herself knew clearly: Although it was true that he still couldn't kill monsters during leveling, he couldn't help his seemingly willful hesitation on the battlefield of fleeting life and death.

——Anyway, the time for fighting has become definite, and it is no longer the inhumane day and night, staying up all night to cultivate immortals.

Silently exhaling foul air, Xiaolan thought like this in a bittersweet way.

The night stars twinkle in the sky overhead, high and lonely.

This is the night sky of a game world.

It was a quiet second half of the night.

How strange... Even though it is still summer, it is still a bit chilly in the middle of the night.

Speaking of which... what time is it?

The turmoil in her heart brought out the feeling of being too idle, and Xiaolan, who urgently needed to do something to divert her attention, took out her mobile phone, intending to check the current time... Maybe it would be good to play a few games?

However, when the screen was turned on casually, the group photo on the desktop instantly made Xiao Lan stop.

Sometimes, Xiaolan feels that she has not woken up yet, right?

Recalling the recent battle, Xiaolan faintly sensed a deliberate aura, and he couldn't help but speculate: This was Xiaolu's instruction—maybe he used such a pressing arrangement to push his hand Stretch to the balance of choice.

Otherwise, it is the human side that will die.

I really have no choice.

Obviously, I just want to protect human beings, and I don't want to be an enemy of the devil king at all, but... this kind of deployment of troops, isn't it just that you have made a choice for me in disguise?

I, really, have no choice...

The faint whisper came from the dark corner of his heart.

Suddenly realizing that she had such a thought, Xiao Lan, who was unknowingly stuck in the quagmire of thinking, was shocked.

"No! Can't... can't think like this..."

Xiaolan shook her head vigorously, as if trying to get rid of the thought of shirking responsibility, and at the same time hurriedly turned off the phone screen, and put it back into her pocket.

It's a pity that there seems to be some magical power in the middle of the night, which can make people's thinking active and sensitive.

Even, extreme.

Ever since Yongle and Huiyu joined forces, Xiaolan's life rhythm has become tight and monotonous: every day she swings her sword, fights, swings her sword, fights... Fighting non-stop, falling to the ground from exhaustion, and continuing to fight after rest.

--why?

Swing the sword, swing the sword...

——Why am I swinging the sword?

fight, fight...

——What am I fighting for?

……

Unknowingly... It seems that I started to feel a little numb.

As if in contrast, the body doesn't feel much tired, it's not an exaggeration to say it's light... It's obvious that it has been in a high-intensity fighting state recently.

Her thoughts ran wildly at a loss, it seemed that for a moment, Xiao Lan felt that simply indulging in killing without thinking about anything turned out to be a very easy thing...

This thought popped up in her consciousness like a snake spitting out a letter, Xiaolan's heart skipped a beat, and then she broke out in a cold sweat.

--stop!Forget it!

That is the temptation of the fallen devil.

Really, stop thinking like that!

Almost struggling to get out of the quagmire of thinking, Xiaolan stared and managed to calm down her rapid breathing, but her emotions were not so easy to be soothed.

Silently feeling the complicated mood at this moment, Xiaolan raised her hand to cover her breastplate. Under this piece of armor was the cloth bag pendant containing two endless summer flowers and the crimson ribbon.

Since there is no one else around, then... don't worry anymore, someone will come to ask, right?

Secretly thinking this way, Xiaolan opened her breastplate, and pulled out the small cloth bag pendant from the collar of her black shirt.

Poured out the two crumpled Endless Natsuko flowers into the palm, and pulled out the crimson ribbon from the cloth bag, Xiaolan stared at the moonlight shining on the ribbon, staring at it for a long time. silence.

Suddenly, a soft meow came.

Eyes wide open, Xiao Lan immediately raised her head in surprise.

Not far away, a black cat with blue eyes stood not far away, looking at him quietly.

Xiaolan immediately forgot all the actions, and could only stare back at him dumbfounded.

Miraculously, Xiaolan felt that the cat had been watching her for a long time.

a long time.

"I always feel that you seem a little familiar... ah!" Gradually reacting from the accident, Xiaolan frowned and struggled to recall until she touched a certain possibility, and asked uncertainly, "Could you be, Is it... the cat raised by Meow Ban?”

The blue-eyed black cat meowed, as if confirming Xiao Lan's guess.

Seeing the black cat approaching her actively, even though she didn't know if the other party could understand the human language, Xiaolan still unconsciously asked it with a distressed look: "Did you not follow the pace of the villagers' evacuation?"

She hugged the black cat that approached proactively, because her hands were covered with armor, so Xiao Lan just gently swept the top of the cat's head with her fingertips - obviously this is the front line, but the kitten It is still a miracle that the coat color is still shiny, and there is no sign of distress.

"That's not okay, it's already very dangerous here."

The black cat didn't respond, but showed affection under the caress of the knight's fingers.

Xiaolan couldn't help but smile, the mind that had been thinking wildly before was finally able to relax a little.

Even though it was just a cat, at least it was accompanied by a breath, so it didn't seem so lonely.

Worried that her battle armor would hit the cat, Xiao Lan held the cat in her arms almost clumsily, and looked up at the endless night again.

"Before Xiaolu said, compared with the world where the brave man lives, the war between humans and demons in our world is so insignificant." Speaking of this, Xiaolan suddenly seemed to be stung by something. He stopped talking, his expression quietly drooping.

The black cat nestled in the knight's arms, looking up at him.

This blue figure was silent for a long time, as if it was about to merge with the surrounding moon-white night.

"If there is a chance, I also want to go and see, go to that world to see."

This faint sigh had just finished, as if realizing something, Xiaolan withdrew her gaze from the deep night sky, closed her eyes, and frowned.

"Since you think that the war between humans and demons is not worth mentioning, why do you want to intensify this war now?"

With a sigh of emotion.

"What's wrong with me? Why do I always feel a little evasive?"

Xiaolan lowered her head and laughed at herself in a low voice, the forced smile on her face revealed a wordless sadness.

The blue-eyed black cat quietly leaned closer to Xiaolan, then raised its head and stretched its neck, and gently touched the tip of Xiaolan's nose with its unique animal-like damp nose.

Startled by the cat's small movements, Xiaolan opened her eyes in surprise, then smiled gently and said, "Are you comforting me? Thank you."

The black cat meowed again, and at the next moment it moved its ear tips suddenly as if in shock.

"So it's midnight in the game world."

Hearing this casual remark suddenly, Xiaolan instinctively grasped the hilt of the sword beside her, and raised her head vigilantly.

The black cat in his arms remained calm, but Shi Shiran turned his head to look at the direction of the voice.

"Brave man?" Seeing clearly who was coming, Xiao Lan was so frightened by the sudden sentence earlier that she immediately woke up, "Why are you here?"

Yiwei looked cautious, as if he didn't intend to answer Xiaolan's question.

The atmosphere was like a stalemate for a while.

In this way, there was a long silence.

"You..." Finally, he vaguely noticed that Xiaolan's condition seemed to be not very good, and Yiwei spoke half hesitantly and half awkwardly. After all, he knew very well that he was not good at caring for others, "Is it okay?"

Xiaolan tilted her head puzzledly, but she still raised the corners of her mouth, smiled and responded with an ambiguous answer: "It's okay."

As if hearing something from these words, Yiwei was silent for a moment, and then directly pointed out with a face full of disapproval: "You have been too deeply influenced by the devil."

Hearing this, Xiaolan was inexplicably shocked.

"Didn't you say you were tempted by the demons before?" Saying this, the expression in those sky blue eyes became inexplicably complicated, "I think, I probably am."

"Since that's the case, it's better to stay in the Demon Race." Yiwei couldn't understand, "The Demon King will definitely welcome him."

"But I'm still a human being, Brave." Xiaolan didn't feel confused at all, "Even if I sacrifice myself, I will protect the human world. This is my oath, my position, and my will."

"In that case, why are you still confused?"

"Yeah, what am I still confused about?"

Seeing such a small blue, Yiwei couldn't help frowning, "Don't forget, your original setting is a role that opposes the devil."

Xiaolan didn't answer, but just smiled, with a faint tiredness between her brows.

Therefore, he didn't realize right away that Yiwei was stunned the moment his own voice just fell, as if he had been struck by the lightning of inspiration.

"The original setting... is against the Demon King?"

For some reason, Yiwei suddenly repeated what he had just said, as if trying to catch something from it.

"Brave?" Xiaolan looked up suspiciously.

——Suddenly he became enlightened, what's going on?

"Influenced by the devil..." muttering this, he looked towards Xiaolan one-dimensionally.

This gaze came so suddenly, Xiaolan instinctively leaned back a little in fright.

"I seem to understand..." Staring at Xiao Lan who was sitting and staring at him funny, Yiwei continued to speed up his speech excitedly, "Yes, I understand...so that's how it is...I understand!"

Xiaolan's shoulders twitched in fright—it's frightening to suddenly become agitated and even crazy, isn't it!

However, before Xiaolan had time to ask him to understand, the figure of the brave Yiwei had already disappeared in place.

It just comes and goes like the wind.

"It's gone... that's it?"

With a look of unresponsiveness on his face, the knight slowly lowered his arms that had been stretched out in vain.

Now I am alone again.

The blue-eyed black cat in his arms meowed softly.

"Ah, and you." Hastily put away the moment of gloom, Xiaolan smiled at the cat again.

"Ah-ah... so quiet."

The topic of the protracted tone change sounds so blunt, and the whisper that fades away at the end of the sentence is even more obvious.

(—You are too deeply influenced by the Demon King.—)

The brave man's previous words rang in his ears, and the knight lowered his eyes.

"Does it affect..."

——My own feelings...

Xiaolan sighed deeply, unconsciously clenched the crimson ribbon in her hand.

"But the devil, after all, is the devil...?"

Unknowingly, the morning light is faint.

Vaguely, the horn of battle sounded in the distance again.

Putting down the black cat in his arms, the knight stood up and closed his eyes, taking a slow, deep and heavy breath.

When he opened his eyes again, he swung his sword awe-inspiringly, sweeping away the fatigue of the night, and his back became straight again.

The brighter dawn fell on the armor and the blade, reflecting the sharp and sharp starlight.

He has an existence that he is determined to protect.

For this, hesitation and weakness are meaningless.