Green seeds were scattered from the palm of the hand into the ground, and the black-haired monster had a blank expression on his face.
He knows all this.
This is what happened.
Rain, mud, bodies of decapitated monsters, and the stench of rotting bodies.
This happened many years ago.
He thought he was dreaming.
He rarely dreams.
He is not interested in things that are in the past tense.
Therefore, when he first entered this dream, he was stunned for a while.
Eat the finest food, wear the most expensive clothes, sleep in the most comfortable beds…
Strictly speaking, he is not a person who pays attention to enjoyment, but when he has a choice, why not make himself comfortable
And in this way, it allows him to completely separate himself from the himself in the worst situation before.
For the black-haired monster, the worst situation was not when Ye Farr was a little monster, on the contrary, he felt that he had a good life during that time.
For him, the worst situation... is this time in the dream...
He thought he had forgotten all about it.
But this dream reminded him that he didn't forget anything, he remembered all the furnishings in that shack, he knew the smell of his body at that time, even...
He could even memorize every word in the book he was reading at the time.
For the first time, he felt that it is not a good thing for a brain to be too smart and a memory to be too good.
Possessing generally entered his body back then. He listened to himself as if he was reciting the dialogue according to the script. He said the exact same words as in the past. The familiar pain was all reflected on him, first piercing the bone marrow, and then numb.
The end of his nose also instantly inhaled the rancid smell of his daily breath.
He even saw the dense vertical lines on the floor.
Whenever he hurts so much that he wants to die, he starts to think about ways to get out of the current situation, and how to get revenge back. He is not a person who is addicted to the past, and the future is always more important than the past.
There were ninety-seven vertical lines there, he had counted them.
Listening to familiar conversations and looking at familiar faces, he relives the past.
He saw that he had returned to Yefar with the man who kept saying he wanted to be buried in his hometown, he saw the young Rockfini Gomuro, and then brought that guy to the building, although there were many in his name Years, but never a strange house.
The guy's neck was torn off, he chanted a spell, the soil surged from the center of the earth, and the body covered with spells sank from the ground. When the guy's body completely sank under the foundation, the house rose impressively. A spherical protective cover.
With the coercion of black and red intertwined, that monster has since become the guardian beast of this house. Even if it dies, it still uses its own body to guard the house on its back, working hard day and night.
until his bones are completely corrupted.
At that time, if he still remembered this house, he would put the corpse of another beast down and take that guy's place.
After many years, the black-haired monster no longer remembers his mood at that time.
However, at this moment, in this dream, he passively relived the feelings of the past.
Pain, numbness, maybe a little sadness
very complex emotions.
This is something he can't even imagine now.
It turns out that when you were young, you were also an emotional monster
The expressionless black-haired monster thought indifferently inside his also expressionless body.
Then, he felt a sense of gaze.
Turning around suddenly, he suddenly saw a vague shadow standing under the eaves of the house behind him.
and many more-
Was there a third monster there back then
When did he show up here
With pursed lips, he carefully looked at the blurred shadow. However, the thing was always a shadow. It seemed to be covered with a mosaic in front of it, as if it could melt into the air at any time.
He could see the outline of the thing, a thin, long strip, not too tall, with a little black on the top of his head, and a little black on his arms.
Wait a moment…
Only then did the black-haired monster notice that there was more than one shadow there, and that vague figure was actually holding another small mass in his arms.
Black, like a cloud of fog.
The black-haired monster saw that a thin claw seemed to stick out from the fog, and it stretched all the way.
He seemed to be waving at himself.
He could see a little more clearly now, and he even saw a smaller red hole suddenly cracked in the black mist.
like a mouth.
The two actions are linked together... as if he is calling out to himself and waving to himself at the same time
The black-haired monster suddenly thought of a sentence he saw in an unknown world, probably that if a person suddenly sees a deceased relative standing on the opposite bank and beckoning to him, don't go over, he will die in the past.
Is he dying
Weird.
it's wired.
The black-haired monster didn't move.
Then, the "ghost" on the opposite side suddenly moved, and the tall and thin ghost ran towards him. He ran very fast, and in the next second, he firmly grabbed himself and put it on the cloak. hand down.
got caught
This was the first thought in the black-haired monster's mind.
However, I felt the silky touch in my hand, and I thought of the terrible appearance of my hand with only rotten flesh left. It was not so much that I was caught, but that I was holding the other party.
Bowing his head, the black-haired monster said calmly, "Who are you?"
From the moment these words were exported, everything was different from that night hundreds of years ago.
That night, he stood under the overwhelming rain curtain and got drenched in the rain all night. He didn't even enter the house behind him, and left the next day.
But now, he was led into the house by the "ghost" in front of him.
The "ghost image" seemed to say something to him, but the voice seemed to have traveled through a lot of space and time, and it was hazy and inaudible.
The black-haired monster obeyed the other party's arrangement and sat in the dry room.
strangeness.
How strange.
This room looks a little familiar and a little unfamiliar, but it looks like—
With a calm face, the black-haired monster just looked at the "ghost" busy under the orange light.
He also saw the black fog again.
"Ghost Shadow" raised something, and then the black fog appeared.
It turned out that the reason why the black fog could not be seen just now was that the "ghost shadow" hid him.
Immediately afterwards, the hazy shadow went to the kitchen. He knew it was the kitchen because he heard the sound of ignition, and then turned to somewhere, and quickly walked over with several towels.
The shadow placed a towel on top of the black mist, and two thin tentacles stretched out from the black mist. The tentacles grabbed the towel, and then...
It seems to be wiping away—the black-haired monster tilted his head and thought.
He suddenly had a feeling that "the black mist in front of him is a child".
Then, he saw the shadow suddenly standing in front of him, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally put his hand on his cloak.
The black-haired monster looked at him quietly, and then the cloak was torn off by the shadow.
The black-haired monster is looking forward to the performance of the shadow with interest. He knows that he is so honorable that he can scare the devil to death. Oh—this is an adjective for others, but now, he wants to know that he is like this Can you scare a real ghost
The answer is: no.
Immediately afterwards, the black-haired monster felt that his head was wrapped in a thick towel, but that shadow picked up the towel and began to wipe his wet hair.
what…
very comfortable...
When he was intact, he had never been so intimately approached by anyone, but when he turned into such a respectful appearance, someone took the initiative to come over.
The dream was very clear. He felt the soft touch of the towel. The towel probably belonged to the previous owner. He felt that he still smelled the other party's smell on it, but... Then what is it
He was attracted by a fresh smell.
The very clean smell came from the translucent "ghost image". When he was very close to him, the black-haired monster felt that he could no longer smell the rancid odor on his body for a moment.
Then, the shadow handed over a water glass.
On the table, that small cloud of black mist was lying on another water cup, licking the water carefully, like some kind of small animal.
At this moment, he abandoned the principle of "not eating food given by strangers" and took a gulp of water.
Very sweet taste.
The rotten throat had been dry for too long, and when the honey water slid down, in an instant, the broken pipes seemed to be repaired, and a sweet smell instantly replaced the stench.
He just sat there, drinking the honey water, and let him dry himself from head to toe.
Then, he suddenly felt sleepy.
This is a dream, there is nothing to say.
With that in mind, he grabbed the shadow.
"I'm sleepy," he said to the other.
Then, the shadow stood up and walked towards a room behind him.
He followed the other party firmly. He saw the other party gently opened the door and walked in. Without any hesitation, he followed.
The bed in the room looked extra attractive now, and he walked over immediately after entering.
Lying on the same clean bed cleanly, although there is a little dust smell, but...
The rain outside the window is so heavy, and it feels really good to be able to sleep peacefully in a dry place.
He had just been forced to relive what he thought he had forgotten, and he was in a bad mood, but now, he decided to indulge himself and enjoy it.
The black-haired monster took off his shoes and lay on the bed.
He even lifted the quilt over himself.
Then, the jet-black eyes were scorchingly pressing and suddenly aimed in the direction of the shadow.
The palm patted on the other side of the bed, and the black-haired monster said calmly, "Come here."
Then-
As if hesitating for a while, and as if struggling, the shadow came over.
And then-
At the moment when Shadow sat on the bed hesitantly, the black-haired monster turned around abruptly and overwhelmed him.
With both hands imprisoning the opponent's wrist, at this moment, the black-haired monster finally saw the true appearance of the shadow.
It was a very young monster.
And it's beautiful.
Submissive, quiet, stubborn, is what he likes.
The jet-black hair is straight and a little hard, and the eyes are very dark, but it is not a black without a trace of vitality like myself, but a watery, like... just like jade, a red mark is pressed against the fair skin, and that is always the case. The lips that were too light were very attractive at the moment, smooth and red.
"Go to sleep." He said softly, the black-haired monster suddenly laughed, lifted the quilt to cover the two of them, and leaned down.