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He and Hei Jian passed Mr. Czerny's test with difficulty and took Sister Furong to his home.

To be honest, the food Sister Furong cooks is not very delicious, but I haven’t eaten anything particularly good in these years.

So, I find it a little hard to understand why Black Key and Mr. Czerny had such a big reaction at that time.

He was so happy and blessed at that time, but these things did not belong to him after all...

Cretaceous couldn't understand those conspiracies and calculations, he only knew that the situation had eventually reached an irreversible point.

But it doesn’t matter, he had already made up his mind and played the last song of his life on the stage where everyone was paying attention!

Instead of asking Mr. Czerny to sacrifice himself to save them, it is better for a useless person like me to make such a sacrifice!!

Under the influence of the sound of the world, he seemed to have turned into a particularly hideous and terrifying monster.

Fortunately, Black Key defeated him with his own hands in the end and prevented him from hurting anyone.

This is truly the most perfect ending.

However, Hei Jian didn't seem to think so. He was still thinking about saving himself.

This fool actually came close at this time. Doesn’t he know that the infected will release Originium dust before dying?

No, he definitely knew that he wanted me to get sick so that I could stay with him.

"Black Key, you have to survive, you have to go through the long night..."

"You must fight against unfair fate and work tirelessly for others."

"Only in this way, when you sit down, you will think of me."

"I'd ask you, Black Key, how was your day?"

"Then you'll stand tall and tell me you had another productive day."

On his deathbed, Bai Ke lay in Hei Jian's arms, gently holding his hand and tenderly comforting his brother.

"Remember, Black Key, we once fought against unfair fate together, and we won!"

"So, when you think of me, you should laugh, not cry."

These words really used up all his remaining strength, so much so that he couldn't even hear Hei Jian's reply.

But judging from how tightly he gripped his hands, he must have agreed.

Looking up at the sun, the warm light on my face brought a little warmth.

"Today is sunny, it's a perfect day to die..."

On the berth of the Penguin Emperor, Clyde opened his eyes drowsily.

The sound of sad and lonely music came, and he looked up and saw his teacher whom he had not seen for a long time.

Arturo stopped playing, smiled, and asked, "How is it? How do you feel about your future?"

Clyde was stunned for a moment, looked down at his own appearance, and suddenly looked up at Arturo.

"Teacher, you said that dream just now is my future? This kind of thing..."

"What's wrong with this? Can't you accept it? You poor lost lamb."

Chen Xiu strode over, and the shining white halo dispelled the darkness in the car, while also illuminating his handsome face. Holy and magnificent wings of light spread out behind him, as if he was an angel descending to the earth.

"Lord, the Lamb descended into the mud, its black horns entangled in the thorns of sin. The flower of Originium blossomed in the palm of my hand. The whispers of the Witch King echoed in the barren wilderness. He was named the Voice of the World, and his bloodline became a container for remnants..."

"The exile's footsteps crushed the moonlight, the piano music in the sunset zone was soaked in frost, he met another lamb, the black keys cut through the silent movement, on the stage woven of lies, the infected crawled like a herd of beasts waiting to be slaughtered, the strings trembled and wailed..."

The gorgeous aria echoed in the carriage. As soon as Clyde got on, he was stunned by Chen Xiu's appearance and hurriedly clasped his hands together and bowed.

Gertrude followed behind Chen Xiu with a dazed look on her face.

Obviously, he was also frightened by Chen Xiu's change, so much so that he began to wonder if all this was a dream.

Otherwise, how could a Sarkaz suddenly grow a halo and turn into a Sakta?

The emperor was also attracted by Chen Xiu's chanting.

After seeing the fluorescent light that was as bright as daylight, the cigar in his mouth fell out of his mouth in surprise.

"Chen Xiu! What's with that big lightbulb above your head!? Brat, that thing of yours doesn't look fake!"

Texas keenly caught the key words, but because he was driving, it was not easy to look back.

Miss Wolf had to suppress her curiosity and stepped on the accelerator again.

Chen Xiu ignored the emperor's shouting and even felt that he was ruining the atmosphere.

"When the notes transformed into the roar of a monster, and his pale body was covered with crystallized curses, he tore himself apart under the gaze of the crowd. His horns pierced through the false glory, and the magic of the black keys penetrated his brother's chest. Tears and blood dripped into the final line of poetry..."

The young man from Sakta walked slowly to Clyde's front, a look of compassion on his sacred face.

"Child, now that you know your fate, do you feel resentful or unwilling?"

"Do you want to change your miserable future?"

Clyde was silent for a long time, then looked up with a gentle and carefree smile.

That smile was more dazzling than the light of Sakota, so pure that no negative filth could be seen.

"If my destiny is to become a bridge connecting the past and the future, a stepping stone in the life of the Black Keys, then I am willing to do so."

"Please don't be sad for me, don't be angry for me, because in my short life, I have received the most precious gift - I have met people who are willing to play with me, and I have touched the palms of people who have truly shed tears for me."

"When the sun kisses my horns for the last time, please believe that my smile is as real as the sound of the piano. After all... this is the ending that I, Black Key, and my brothers have won together!"

Chapter 109 Chen Xiu: Good people shouldn’t be pointed at with guns… (4K)

Chen Xiu looked at Clyde who was kneeling on the bed.

The answer given by the other party did not surprise him, and it could even be said that this was the Chalk.

A good person who, after experiencing many hardships, still insists on believing in beauty and devoting himself without hesitation.

If I had to use one word to summarize Baichao's personality and character, it would be Madonna.

And she is a true and positive Virgin Mary, not a hypocritical and false Virgin Mary.

As long as he can help others, Chalk will lend a hand without hesitation.

At the same time, he does not ask others to be the same as himself. Even when facing selfish people, he will understand with a smile.

Mostima stood at the cargo hold door. She had just heard Clyde's unquestionable sincerity.

This made her think of someone, her former captain Andorn.

That sentimental guy also had an unusual obsession with helping others. In order to support the victims of a disaster in a small town, he once used the future year's salary of everyone in his team to advance supplies to the Holy City.

At first, Andon wanted to borrow from them, but that was such a huge sum of money that he couldn't pay it back even if he sold himself.

So, in the end, he, Lemion and Fiammetta all participated in it and carried out this good deed and righteous act under his leadership.

Mostima felt that if Clyde were put in Andorn's position at the time, he would definitely make the same firm choice, because they were really the same kind of people.

Arturo raised the bow in his hand, a little surprised by Clyde's choice.

Although she had not spent much time with her so-called student, her understanding of him could be said to be very deep.

Otherwise, she would not have given the cello left by her teacher to this child she met by chance.

Despite this, Arturo underestimated the almost pure kindness in Clyde's heart.

She felt that even if there was no resentment or unwillingness, one should still want to change.

But Clyde calmly accepted the fact that he would not only die in the future, but also die a very miserable death.

In other words, he didn't seem to think that the future was bleak, but instead felt that his death was a worthy one.

Arturo lowered his eyes. This kind of transcendent mind should also be considered powerful, right?

And if we were to ask who was the most shocked among all the people present, it would definitely be Gertrude.

Even though her personality has not collapsed like it will in the future, she still cannot understand the choice made by Bai Ke.

The gray-gold wolf eyes stared at Clyde's gentle smile, and the sharp nails dug deep into the palm of his hand.

The bright and clear light of the Caprini boy reminded her of the piano sound that tore through her conspiracy when her future plans failed. It was this guy in front of her who shattered her sharpest hatred with his softest gesture.

"What an arrogant devotion... You treat death lightly as a medal, as if the struggle of those of us who are tearing for survival in the mire is a joke."

Gertrude's wolf tail swung irritably, but her voice gradually became hoarse.

"But you don't even have hatred? Those who trampled on you, used you, and pushed you to your death... you don't even intend to make them pay the price?"

She originally wanted to regard helping Bai Ke as her own redemption, but this was just a wishful thinking. After all, she and Bai Ke were completely different, even opposite people.

Clyde looked at Gertrude and asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, ma'am?"

"You don't recognize me?" Gertrude realized something and asked, "Where will you meet your death in the future?"

"In the concert hall of Visheim, it is said that it was once the place where the Witch King used to cast spells."

"Who is the lord of Visheim? What is his name?"

Gertrude heard a completely unfamiliar name from Clyde, and the other party was an Elafian man.

It turned out that he had never appeared in the Cretaceous future at all. No wonder he didn't recognize him.

Gertrude hesitated for a moment and told Bai Ke about the original future.

Clyde listened silently, realizing that the experience hadn't changed much for him.

Then the answer is obvious, and my thoughts will not change.

"Miss Gertrude, have you ever seen the morning dew?"

Clyde gently plucked the cello at hand, and the tremolo from the strings was like dew-soaked grass being blown by the breeze.

"When I was wandering in the wild, I often lay on the rocks to watch the sunrise. When the first ray of sunlight pierced the clouds, the dewdrops hanging on the tips of the grass would refract the light, so bright that it seemed to burn itself."

“They know clearly that they will evaporate after the sun rises, and they know clearly that they may not survive even a minute, but they still use all their water droplets to hold that beam of light - because that is the proof of their existence.”

The young Caprini lowered his eyes and stared at the Originium crystals on his body. The spiral horns glowed with a cold halo in the moonlight, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of white gauze.

"If my death can help more people see the light, if my piano music can become the star in someone's long dark night, then whether I am used or trampled upon, I will only feel fortunate!"

"It turns out that even a lowly infected person like me can become the morning dew in someone's eyes!"

Perhaps it was because of their different circumstances. Unlike Andorn who wanted to save others, Cretaceous wanted to contribute more.

After all, he had nothing decent to give to others except his own life.

Clyde's answer made Gertrude's pupils shrink and her wolf ears droop dejectedly.

"Strolo's revenge is poison, and your sacrifice is pure water. Those who thirst for poison will eventually go mad for a handful of pure water... Why can you redeem even me?"

Chen Xiu looked at the scene in front of him and wondered what the Witch King would think if he saw it.

Clyde didn't even know who he was, but in his response he deliberately comforted him and told him not to feel sad or angry.

Chen Xiu asked himself and felt that he was not a good person.

The most he can do is help others when he has enough money, but he cannot do such a great thing as sacrificing his life.

From this point of view alone, Cretaceous is worthy of admiration and worth saving.

This land is not picky when it comes to eating people, but it especially likes to eat good people.

"Child, who says the morning dew will necessarily evaporate and dissipate after the sun rises? You still have a whole day to moisten the petals, soak the blades of grass, and touch more people who need your tenderness."

Chen Xiu gently stroked the head of the young Caprini, as if he was an orthodox monk from the Lateran Church, patiently guiding this lamb who was not lost, and pointing out more possibilities for him.

"Clyde, your piano music shouldn't be a mournful farewell, but a prelude to a new chapter. Only by living can you teach the Black Keys how to tell of your shared victory with a smile, and only then can more people feel the light you reflect!"

Clyde looked up at Chen Xiu, who was smiling kindly, and had no way of refutation of his suggestion, because it was indeed a better future.

Through communicating with Gertrude, he also understood that it was the person in front of him who helped her change her tragic fate.