Watt and Rose looked at each other, not knowing what to say. The room was quiet except for the gentle whistle of the wind that came in through the cracks.
The oppressive atmosphere was finally broken the moment Celtic stepped into the room, and Rose and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
"My food?" Saffrot was waiting for this moment and turned around, his face serious and cold, and his eyes were just firm.
"Ready, but... this will be the next step of the experiment. Do you really decide to start it right away?" This is the reason why Celtic asked Safrot to wait for him. He entered the next step of the experiment just a few days after the previous step. , it is too dangerous. If Safrot cannot control the power in these liquids, the consequences can be imagined.
"Yes." Saffrot nodded. He had already thought about this. Judging from the current situation, this was the only way, so he could no longer hesitate.
"If you fail, you will die miserably as if you drank the blood of someone stronger than you." Kelt explained again.
"I know." Saffrot nodded again, firmly.
"Then drink it! I hope it will work!" As he said that, Celtic took out the bottle from the cabinet and carefully handed it to Saffrot. There was a powerful angel there. Not only that, but also Some of the original stock he had specially made here.
"Well!" Safrot didn't think much. He raised his head and drank it in one gulp. Then he handed the bottle back to Kelt and turned to the window. "Kelt, you find a room for the two of them first. I'll go out for a while!"
"Great Elder!" Watt and the others were really worried.
"I'll be fine!" Safrot replied affirmatively, jumped out of the window, and ran all the way out of the town. He ran with all his strength and left the special town in an instant, heading west without any destination. , just to use up the power in the body at this time, and then let the body become a big container, ready to receive the power that will be released by the food just now.
It wasn't until the sun came up that he had to stop, open the curtain and continue. When he finally stopped to rest, he was already on the edge of Aston City. Across the city boundary was the White City, where he had lived for a while. The place where I live can perhaps be described with the word hometown.
He walked forward slowly, his original strength was almost used up, and the remaining strength was only enough to open the virtual curtain. He walked forward all the way, admiring the sparse crowds around him, because this was the boundary of the city. So there is no hustle and bustle of big cities, but there is tranquility and peace that big cities don't have.
"What would it be like if I could live here with her and watch the sunrise and sunset?" He didn't know if this was longing or just idle imagination, but one thing was clear to him. He wanted to stay with her until she disappeared. Who is that person? Even if she has forgotten everything now, he still wants to stand side by side with her and walk towards eternity together.
He walked slowly through the streets, and the power in his chest spread out little by little, filling his whole body. It felt good at first, but gradually, the power became stronger and stronger, and his body felt like a The bottle was full and tightly sealed.
But he endured it, he knew that this time would come sooner or later, and for her, he would rather arrive earlier. But the feeling of his body being torn apart from the inside made it difficult for him to move even an inch. The step beyond the boundary took him until sunset.
This is Baicheng!
He put away the virtual curtain and found a wall to sit down. He originally thought that he could withstand the new power as long as he used up the original power in his body. But what he miscalculated was that the exhausted power came back so quickly. As a result, It was the power in the food that filled his body together with his own original power, unless he could use it up immediately, but now he could no longer stand up just to endure the severe pain, let alone do what he did just now. Rushed out of several towns.
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Time passed little by little, but the severe pain did not weaken. I felt like I was really going to disappear in the most cruel way like Celtic said. Safrot's eyes began to blur, and in confusion, he saw the girl who made him sacrifice everything for her. Of course, he knew very well that this was just his illusion, so he just smiled to himself and looked at She stepped closer, but he didn't get up or stretch out his hand. Instead, he closed his eyes.
At this moment, he just felt physical torture and spiritual peace.
At this moment, he discovered that even though he was a child abandoned by his parents, he was unwilling to give up on himself because... he had her.
He didn't know if people who were dying had the habit of recalling the past.
But at this time, all he could think about was the way his mother held him and cried, and then his mother disappeared, and then he left, left home, left his hometown, and followed Eskel. The appearance of the mother made the mother make a choice. If the uncle did not show up, would the mother live here forever? Although he did not know what the mother was waiting for, he knew that the mother did not want to leave because she was crying. I can't let go of something, so I cry and disappear.
He was confused after losing his mother, but the appearance of Mie Shi, or appearing in front of him, made him suddenly sober. The uncle he admired actually made his mother disappear and appeared, so he left again , but this time he was not taken away, but he wanted to leave, far away from the past and the pain, but the farther he ran away, the pain entangled him tighter and tighter, and finally he simply allowed himself to accept it completely , became a vampire like his mother, playing in the world.
During those years of playing games, he seemed to have lived a happy and carefree life, but in that way he was just a shell that had exiled his soul. His soul was like a kite, flying farther and farther under his intentional release. , getting higher and higher, but one day, the wind stopped, and the soul slowly fell, and in that sentence, black tea, or green tea, fell into the shell.
During that more than a month of companionship, his soul knew the pain and bitterness. Did this prove that he was alive.
Maybe her appearance was just the wrong thread spun by the spider, but he held on tightly, trying to pull himself out of the cage where he was. The result turned out to be so interesting. The spider thread was not torn because it was too thin. But the longer he spent with her, the more he realized that he didn't want to pull himself out, but wanted to pull her out, the extremely dark hell in her heart.
The result is even more ridiculous. Now she is out of hell and in heaven. (To be continued)