The formation world has ushered in dusk. This dangerous world that even the true gods can kill is also divided into day and night. At this moment when the night is approaching, the two suns, one large and one small, have to restrain their scorching brilliance and slowly sink towards the sky. earth.
The sunset was like blood, dyeing half of the sky red. It was dark and alluring, just like the barren land dyed red by the blood of dirty monsters.
This cold, blood-red land is a "hell" that even monsters are too afraid to approach, because in the center of that "hell" stands a devil who is more terrifying than the monster.
The cold silver hair, the pale face, the body dyed red with blood, the dull black eyes and the golden vortex in the eyes that are constantly rotating, as if they are spinning towards endless eternity - all these make up the appearance of the devil. There are many "horrors" that can be described and exaggerated. They have neither a ferocious body nor a terrifying aura, and they can't even feel the existence of a "soul" at all.
It was like a piece of flesh without a soul, and it seemed like a cold machine that relied entirely on the golden vortex as a gear.
But perhaps it is precisely because he has no "emotions" that this silver-haired devil is even more like a "devil". The invisible but real smell of death is exuding, and because the whole body is covered with blood, it is impossible to change from the blood red color. It is difficult to see its face clearly, and it is difficult for anyone to think of it as a "human being", and it is even more impossible to tell that this devil with no breathing, no heartbeat, no emotions, and no soul is actually...
"Shi... Xiao... Bai?"
Li Chenxi slowly opened her eyes. In her hazy vision, she immediately saw the silver-haired devil closest to her in this blood-red world. In fact, she did not immediately recognize the unrecognizable devil. True identity, but out of instinct, she murmured the name of the boy she subconsciously worried about the moment she woke up.
But the next moment, after she regained consciousness, she immediately recognized the true identity of the silver-haired devil.
Even if the silver hair and blood changed his appearance, even if the cold and lifeless appearance erased the human form, she could still recognize that the "silver-haired devil" in front of her was the young man she had only known for a short time, but was already so concerned about him.
"Shi Xiaobai."
She whispered his name again.
However, the boy named "Shi Xiaobai" did not give any response. The bright black eyes were filled with bright gold at this moment, like a dark haze, as if his soul was imprisoned in it.
The girl frowned slightly. The pungent smell of blood and the hellish scene of broken limbs and broken arms that could be seen by turning slightly to the side made it easy to guess what happened and what would happen next. .
When she called out twice in a row, the only thing that attracted her attention was the silver-haired devil with the killing instinct. It was obvious what kind of action he would take.
"Shi Xiaobai!"
However, she still called his name for the third time with a louder volume.
Finally, or as expected, the silver-haired devil slowly lowered his head, her figure reflected in his cold eyes, and then was shattered into fragments by the golden vortex over and over again.
It roared lowly, without any emotion, like a wild beast smelling its prey.
Then it held out its bloody hands to her.
Those are the hands of the devil that were assimilated after holding the "hand of the devil"... The hands of the devil.
These hands have torn apart hundreds of monsters, spreading dripping blood and dirty entrails all over the desolate land, and decorating this cruel world with cruel death to make it even more cruel.
The three-headed hell dog Herat witnessed the bloody massacre not long ago. It has seen the bloody hands of the devil and the cruel gestures of tearing the prey to pieces countless times, and it still echoes in its mind until this moment, like Nightmare.
Therefore, it knew what the silver-haired devil would do based on instinct when he finally realized that the living life he had been neglecting was tied to his waist.
—It will definitely tear the girl around her waist into pieces in an instant.
Just like the tragic fate of those monsters, that warm and beautiful carcass will be torn into pieces in just a second, and the hot blood and sticky internal organs will be scattered on the filthy ground, stained by dust, and submerged in the filth. Amidst the filth and filth, the stench spreads over time until even the smell disappears completely.
And the funny thing is,
The girl had tried her best for the boy, and even until the second before she fainted, she had to put on a smile and enthusiasm to appease the boy's worries.
The boy once burned his will to run for the girl, and got up again and again after falling. Even though he was in great pain and bruised, he still tried his best to protect the girl, until in the end he even turned into a cruel devil to protect her.
They are willing to sacrifice themselves for each other, and their love is as pure and beautiful as glass.
But at this moment, the boy who turned into a devil in order to save the girl lost his humanity and reason, and finally extended the devil's bloody hand to the girl he saved because of his killing instinct.
After he tasted all the bitter consequences in order to save her, he still had to drink the wine of eternal hatred of "killing her with his own hands" at the end.
To tear something beautiful to pieces is called tragedy.
But Herat had never seen a tragedy more ridiculous and tragic than the scene before her.
Even this single dog, who hates "love" so much, inevitably loses its original excitement and can't help but feel a trace of pity and sympathy.
But it is powerless to stop it.
The only thing it can do is to stand by and witness the birth and ending of tragedy, and then praise this great "love" for the rest of its life, while spurning this ridiculous "tragedy".
"Roar."
Herat roared, offering a futile "blessing" for beautiful love.
... ...
Li Chenxi had just woken up, so she didn't know how the bloody hands in front of her tore apart the prey while she was in a coma, nor did she know how cruel the gesture that was slowly approaching her created was.
But even if you don't know, it's easy to guess the horrifying fact from the hell scene you are in at this time.
Those cold eyes occupied by golden whirlpools could no longer contain her beauty.
The world in his eyes, everything in his eyes, including her in his eyes, were just humble bubbles that were easily shattered over and over again.
—The silver-haired devil will tear apart the life in front of him without hesitation.
Li Chenxi was clearly aware of this cold reality.
But even so, she still didn't stop after calling his name three times.
"Shi Xiaobai... Shi Xiaobai... Shi Xiaobai..."
No extra words are needed, just call his name.
She slowly rotated her delicate body tied horizontally around his waist, and finally landed on her feet, standing opposite him.
Her body was pressed tightly against his as the rough cloth ropes entangled them together.
She could clearly feel the coldness radiating from his whole body, and the originally warm embrace was now as cold as an ice cellar.
But even so, she still stretched out her hands and hugged his waist, holding him tighter and harder, as if she wanted to rub him into her body, and she seemed to want to merge into his soul.
Even though the blood-stained devil's hands had firmly grasped her shoulders.
Even if death may come in the next moment.
Even so, she still hugged him tightly and called his name affectionately.
"Shi Xiaobai..."
This approach does not mean giving up the struggle, nor does it mean seeking the last remaining warmth of life.
The reason why she didn't try to escape at this moment, but hugged him tightly, was not because she believed that there was no hope of escape, but because she believed in him.
She firmly believed in him, believing that even if he turned into an inhumane devil, he would not hurt her.
This kind of "belief" is full of girlish sensibility, which can be said to be naive or stupid.
Of course, Li Chenxi would not accept that she was a simple girl, let alone a stupid nymphomaniac, so she came up with many rational basis for the birth of this belief in a short period of time.
These rational bases are everywhere, such as -
For example, the rough cloth rope made from the sleeves had not broken, and it had tied them tightly together until now.
For example, even in the bloody hell, even if hundreds of monsters were torn into pieces, she who was closest to him remained unscathed.
For example, black beams of light were still coming from all directions, trying to kill them, but the black light was completely blocked by an invisible barrier, and this barrier enveloped her.
For example, the bloody hands holding her shoulders were not as ruthless and cold as they appeared. While slowly increasing in strength, they were also trembling more obviously...
There are many rational grounds for him not to harm her, making this belief all the more reliable.
However, the most important thing is
The most sincere thing is still,
In her eyes, he was by no means a silver-haired devil.
It just changed its appearance a little bit—
"Shi Xiaobai."
Call his name again, gently and lovingly.
She never imagined that there would be a day when she could not help but fall in love with a certain boy. Even if she realized that it was a hopeless obsession, she was still willing to abandon reason and choose to indulge in it.
If she were yesterday, she would definitely laugh at herself now.
But at this moment, she only has sweetness in her heart.
He protected her even if he turned into a devil.
The reason why she was able to open her eyes again and the reason why she was still alive was all because he tried his best to protect her.
It is impossible to imagine what a painful but touching story she went through during her coma.
And with just a little imagination, the sweet thoughts completely drowned out the terrible conjectures.
Even if you realize that you are in an ocean of honey, maybe even your life will be swallowed up by the sweetness of this moment.
Even if it is simple and stupid,
She still couldn't help but choose to hug him tightly and call his name affectionately.
"Shi Xiaobai."
She believed him,
Even if you turn into a devil,
He would never hurt her!
... ...
Herat slowly widened his dog eyes and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
The bloody hands holding the girl's shoulders did not tear the girl's body in half in an instant as they imagined. Instead, they trembled for a long time, and finally slowly slipped down, reaching the girl's slender waist, and then hugged her tenderly. .
The girl hugged the devil tightly, and the devil finally returned the tender hug that should never exist.
It is clearly still the devil that only relies on instinct and has no thoughts and emotions. Why is this
Could it be said that treating the girl in his arms tenderly has become the instinct of this silver-haired devil
Or could it be said that the girl's deep emotions transformed the ruthless one
Herat couldn't think of an answer, and finally had to attribute it to the incredible miracle created by great love.
"Woof!"
Thinking of this, Herat couldn't help but let out a completely wild bark.
If there is a mirror in front of it, it will see its own expression at the moment - that is a stupid smile that could not be more stupid.
In front of it, in the "hell" sprinkled with blood and minced meat, the blond girl and the silver-haired "devil" hugged each other tightly, and the black beams of light kept hitting the invisible barrier, as if they were constantly blooming The fireworks surrounding them spread out in circles, but they all trembled and did not dare to approach, and did not dare to disturb the girl and the "devil" who were intoxicated in the embrace.
The afterglow of the setting sun painted the sky with beautiful rouge.
He and she embraced each other, not separated for a long time, waiting for the coming night and the tomorrow that was no longer far away.
Facing this beautiful scene,
The single man in Herat can only do nothing but giggle,
Smiling silly.