The social phobia substitute will not dream of the band girl

Unexpectedly, and naturally, it was the ring finger of the left hand.

"In this way, you will be marked by me and become 'owned'."

Is it out of possessiveness?

Is it out of carnal desire?

Is it out of love?

Diao Yue Liyin didn't know, nor did she have the heart to think about it, because at this moment all her attention and thoughts were focused on her hand, on the ring on her ring finger...

"Tiaoyue Liyin...Become my woman, forever--"

The young black-haired man and woman kissed passionately, rushing into the room from the door, hugging each other from the ground to the bed, and from words to hearts.

"I love you...so be mine, okay?"

His words were almost pleading, but his actions never stopped. He held Diao Yue Liyin tightly, carefully but forcefully, as if he was afraid that she would leave, wanting to rub her into his body.

Is this giving me a choice?

For some reason, Diao Yue Liyin suddenly felt like laughing. Perhaps it was because this matter was too "funny", so that her eyes became moist and clear liquid slid down from the corners of her eyes.

"Well... come on—"

Come and love me!

When holding hands is not enough to satisfy their desire for each other's warmth, men and women hug each other.

When kissing wasn't enough to get them to each other's depths, they would "fight" together like this.

They want to leave marks on each other with more intimate actions and more passionate emotions, and they want to be connected both physically and spiritually!

No blood flowed out after the advance because of Ping Xin's vampire physique, which was suspected to be a bit perverted.

But both of them could truly feel the pain, love, and the desire from the heart that belonged only to the first time——

Although it has never been said, this should be "common sense". How could two people who are equally fearful and cautious about relationships easily get involved with each other?

At most, we just play QQ space together!

Messed up sheets, tightly clasped hands, a gradually rising body temperature and a faint, pungent scent. As the sun rose and set, in and out, they finally fell into a deep sleep together...

As long as they held each other, they were no longer alone.

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When Ping Xin's parents, Heng Ping and Fujiwara Kanon, came back from playing outside, the two were ready to go out.

The mother, who noticed something, covered her mouth and laughed secretly. The old father, who had been shopping these days and was doubting his life, sat on a tree and looked into the distance. He always let ordinary things go, and if there was really a problem, his wife would naturally call him.

"...Is it really okay for those kids to stay here like this?"

"Well, I believe they will be able to pick themselves up and move on to tomorrow."

Still answering the irrelevant question.

Liyin wanted to ask whether Ping Xin could accept the students staying here, but the latter said that they would definitely be able to move forward safely into the future.

Sometimes, no answer is the best answer——

Due to so many concerns and considerations, Ping Xin left the students he had been with day and night for the past few months here to fend for themselves. How could he easily accept this?!

But that's how life is. We meet, get to know each other, and then separate. In the constant separation and reunion, we gradually reach the end. Only a very few people can truly stay together for a long time.

Such helplessness and sadness will run through life, making everyone numb and accepting the existence of this thing. After all, people are just powerless and cannot have everything go as they wish.

"There must be something wrong with what they say! After all, Xiaoxin grew up so fast while we were away, and he became so handsome and so reliable, right?"

Fujiwara Kanon's energetic words brought good mood to everyone.

People may not be able to do anything well at the beginning, and may be cowardly, timid and powerless, but these will be corrected in the process of growing up.

No one is born omnipotent, and no one is born omniscient and omnipotent.

To enable human beings to live better and grow to be able to live on their own, this is the meaning of human beings banding together for warmth, and this is the original intention of education.

"Yeah... If it were them, they would definitely grow up at a speed that would shock me, right?"

Next time we meet, I'm sure you'll be given a lot of surprises...

If there really is a next time.

There is not much time left for ordinary people to feel sad, as time always moves forward on its own.

Realizing that "the time has come", Ping Xin activated the ability of the White Snake (D4C appearance). The four of them suddenly disappeared from the planet and unconsciously came to a strange realm where they had lost the concept of up, down, left, right and time.

It sounds strange, but in fact it is just a time-space channel for time travel that Ping Xin and Li Yin have experienced many times. For some reason, although Ping Xin cannot move, he can stay awake during the time travel, while others will lose consciousness for a short time.

Specifically, I closed my eyes and opened them again, and then I arrived at my destination. However, this travel experience was slightly different from previous ones.

It's like the bumpy feeling you get when you're on a plane, but it's even more frightening.

If what they encounter when flying are air currents and turbulence, then what would they encounter now if they were traveling through time and space?

The answer is simple, it is...

"Space-time storm..."

but why?

Ping Xin looked at the white snake that seemed to be dead and had no spirituality at all. Even at this moment, the latter still did not give any hints or reactions, just like a walking corpse that had lost its soul.

If I lose these abilities, what else can I do?

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"...Ping Xin?"

When Chozuki Rin, Ping Heng, and Fujiwara Kanon appeared at her familiar doorstep, she couldn't find her lover...

There are always partings in life. Some are predictable, but more often than not, they happen without saying goodbye.

But everyone who passes by always leaves some traces behind, just like the rings on Liyin's hand. This time, they are the souvenirs that Pingxin brought back.

But what is the price?

Chapter 64: The Devastated Earth

There was no dizziness or sudden feeling of falling. He just opened and closed his eyes, and when he woke up, Ping Xin was already standing in a desert.

"Lion, Mom and Dad...?"

He called out their names, but received no response, and certainly did not attract the attention of any person or creature.

In this desert, which can be called a forbidden place for life, Pingxin stood with the sun above his head and the sand under his feet. Looking around, he saw some golden gravel, which seemed to be mixed with some metal fragments, so it was so dazzling under the sun.

Is there a problem with the transmission and we were separated?

With such thoughts and questions, Ping Xin flew into the sky, but no matter how high he flew or how far he looked, there was no life or building within his sight. There was only endless sand that buried everything.

Where exactly is this place? Why am I here? And where did Liyin and her parents go?

Three questions were raised in succession, but no response was received.

Ever since leaving the world where the Halo students were, the connection between Ping Xin and the White Snake has gradually recovered and become closer.

At the moment of reaching a certain critical value, the "space-time storm" appeared, and he woke up here under the direct sunlight, alone without everyone.

Even the substitute "White Snake" that he could clearly feel at the moment could not be summoned, and even if he used telepathy to communicate, he could not get any response. Could this situation be his masterpiece?

But if this is what He did, then what was His purpose?

The relationship between the stand user and the stand is one of one mind and one body, and they are each other's half. In most cases, if one dies, the other will also perish. Will such a community of shared destiny also plot against him?

"..."

Not getting a response from anyone or anything makes Ping Xin, who likes to rely on intelligence gathering to seek a sense of security, feel irritated. It's such a boring irritation!

But before he became furious, he had to try everything he could, and the first thing he did was return to his "birthplace", the starting point of all his footprints.

If He (the substitute) has any reason to come here, a reason why He has to come [here], then the key point must be where he can reach it as soon as he opens his eyes!

"There's nothing in the sky... then - it can only be down there!"

As soon as the thoughts come together, a violent wind surges.

The ever-expanding circle of wind spread out from under Ping Xin's feet, pushing all the gravel under his feet aside, and carried him downwards like a drill until it touched [something].

"A... statue?"

The material looked ordinary, seemingly made of some kind of stone. After enduring countless storms, its very existence was gradually eroded. Although the general outline still remained, both the face and other details were blurred, just like a person's memory was gradually eroded by time.

But why does this stone statue look so familiar?

With a bad premonition, Ping Xin continued to dig downwards, and the situation under the half of the statue gradually became clear, and a stone tablet hidden underneath finally saw the light of day.

Yellow sand flew all over the sky, and the sky was all the same color, which made it feel dead and silent. It was just like the doomsday scene people imagined. But the real doomsday would not be that simple...

Standing on the stone floor below and looking at the statues above, everything gave him a sense of familiarity, but why did he have no impression of it at all?

His eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and Pingxin raised his hand to destroy the stone tablet, because some mysterious feeling told him that this would destroy his current life, but there was also a feeling of closeness telling him that this was a fact that had to be faced, and it was a foregone conclusion of the past.

"What should I... do?"

What is right? What is wrong? And how can I achieve the "perfect ending"?

Still three questions, still no one answered.

I don't know, I really don't know, but if there are no choices left, how can I choose? How can I go wrong?

With gritted teeth and determined heart, Ping Xin finally opened his eyes, which had been closed all this time, and faced the cruel reality:

This monument is dedicated to the memory of the heroes who fought for the survival of mankind.

And below that, there was a long list of names, all densely engraved, covering the entire stone tablet.

Hoshino, Shirako, Nonomiya, Serika, Ayane, Hifumi, Azusa, Hanako, Koharu, Hasumi, Tsurugi, Ichika, Mashiro, Mika, Seiya, Nagisa, Hina, Ako, Iori, Chion...

There were so many names, densely packed together. Some he had heard of, some he had not. But the existence of the stone tablet and the meaning behind it made him sad.

“Yay————————!!!”

Now, he could finally let out a furious rage.

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Out of a sense of guilt, a sense of hope, a sense of emptiness, Ping Xin began the endless work of digging, not relying on his own ability but working bit by bit with his hands.

Long periods of exposure to the scorching sun, without any food or water, and atonement day and night, even his body, which had completely surpassed its biological limits, gradually became withered, just as his spirit fell into a slow death.

After countless days and nights of torture, atonement, and torture, Ping Xin finally saw the full picture of this place...

Isn't this just a complete ruin?

What appeared before him was the former battlefield, the devastated land, and the "ruins" scattered with broken walls. There were only collapsed buildings, charred and shattered craters, and a dead place without any life, mocking his naivety and selfishness.

"it's me......"

I killed them myself—

It is I who make them learn, it is I who make them grow, it is I who make them become part of the earth.

It was I who made them upright, it was I who made them exercise, it was I who brought them to the presence of [color].

I killed them with my own hands——!!!

There should be 98 horsepower of power in the stone statue. That was his last trump card for his students, his full-strength attack.

But that insurance is no longer there, and so are the people who needed to be protected.

It was I who taught them morality, it was I who made them kind and just. But I knew that Color would not give up and would come back one day...

"But I did it anyway..."