The night was dark, and everything was silent.
The shaking of the earth has not stopped, and it is getting stronger and more frequent.
The realm, long dead for years, was slowly crumbling, just like his world.
Ning Zhou, holding the body of Qi Leren, walked on the stone steps of the old site of the Holy See, walking down step by step, from the clouds, to the ground, from heaven to hell.
Ye Feng brought back memories, the plain and tiny joys were buried in countless pains and hesitations, but when death filters out the gravel-like impurities, what is left is the sweetness that makes people feel heartbroken. taste.
But before he even had time to taste it, he was caught off guard and turned to the final chapter of the tragedy.
The Garden of the Holy Sepulchre is already in sight.
In the corner of the cemetery, the giant tree with a diameter of more than two meters wide has long been emptied and fell down. The remaining wooden stake is covered with green grass and covered with blue and white fallen flowers, like a natural bed.
They're back here again, the place where he used to nap comfortably, where he used to watch warmly.
This time, he would sleep for a long, long time, and he would also wait a long, long time.
Maybe a part of the soul will stay here forever, with him who is dead, forever.
He carefully wiped off the blood on Qi Leren's face and hands. Once fair and beautiful, his pampered hands were full of burns caused by explosions, as well as scabbed scars that had been scraped in the underground lake a long time ago. The scars, from countless details, Ning Zhou has already outlined everything that happened in the temple.
Isabel serves the Demon Lord of Deception, and her appearance will only represent one thing - the Demon Lord of Deception has entered this field, and his identity is beyond doubt.
The devil seduces his lover, but he refuses.
The overturned cup of the Demon King's blood in the temple quietly told everything.
Betrayal or death.
He chose death.
Why? Ning Zhou asked silently, why did he choose to die
He clearly told him that at any time, life is the most important thing.
He would rather see him drink the blood of the Demon King and go to hell from now on, at least he can live, and he can also hide this love that is not blessed by the gods deep in his heart and draw a perfect ending to everything. Anyway, for their group of unbelievers from another world, the standpoint of justice and evil is actually not clear, isn't it
Maybe in the future they will fight against each other because of their positions, and he is willing to sacrifice his life with both hands in return for his sacrifices for him time and time again.
However, he chose to die.
The cold night wind blew off the petals on the branches of the surrounding trees, and the blue and white flowers fell one after another, just like that day, he slept quietly in the warm sunshine in the afternoon, but this time, he will not wake up again .
Yu Ying quietly landed on the edge of this natural bed. It tilted its head and looked at the Qi Le person who was sleeping there puzzled. It jumped to his side, and rubbed his beak against his icy coldness. His face came to Ning Zhou's shoulder again and rubbed his face.
The same cold, the same dead silence, Yu Ying wailed, flapping its wings and flying away.
Ning Zhou has never felt so cold before, even in the never-ending land of ice and snow, it has never been so cold. It was so cold that he picked up the dead grass on the ground and couldn't weave it into a ring.
When the grass ring was woven into shape, Ning Zhou slowly knelt down on one knee beside the tree stump and held Qi Leren's hand, just as he had done countless times in his dreams.
But there is no dream, there is one ten thousandth cruelty of reality.
He proposed to his dead lover, and was willing to use the rest of his life to stick to a love that was not allowed by the gods, even if he would fall into hell after death and perish forever.
The wounded hand was as cold as a block of ice, and the coldness of death froze his heart along the veins, and there seemed to be a wound that would never heal, and this wound would accompany every heartbeat, accompanied by He spends his life.
He put a ring on him, instead of kissing his lips, he kissed every wound on his hand, as reverent as kissing a cross, all the hesitation, hesitation, perversion, and pain that had been suppressed in the depths of his soul for a long time. , and the love he once dared not admit, all melted into cruel death and turned into countless poisonous arrows, which shot through his heart one by one.
The cruelest torture in the world cannot withstand the pain and suffering of this moment. And this despair will continue until he walks into the abyss of death.
In this rotten tree under the eternal star sea, his lover is sleeping, the Milky Way rises in the east and sets in the west, the world gradually brightens, the stars disappear, the east becomes white, and the dawn is coming.
But maybe, it will never come.
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The Whispering Eagle whirled in the wind of dawn.
After being sent back to the castle, Dr. Lu, who had been in a coma until now, ran all the way to the old site of the Holy See. He couldn't find any companions and wandered around at a loss.
Yuying landed from the sky and led Dr. Lu towards the garden of the Holy Sepulchre at the foot of the mountain. Dr. Lu, who was uneasy, followed it, all the way to the place where they had a picnic a few days ago.
In the corner of the garden, he saw Ning Zhou, standing in front of the broken tree with his back to him, his back seemed to melt in the rising sun.
The delighted Doctor Lu ran to him: "Ning Zhou! Ning Zhou! I finally found you, why are you here? Where is Qi Leren? Where is Su He? Last night..."
His footsteps slowed down and his voice stopped abruptly. Dr. Lu stared blankly at the tree stump covered with grass and fallen flowers, his face instantly pale. He walked over to Ning Zhou as if he was sleepwalking, looking at the lifeless face of his former companion and the bloodstains on his shirt, his mind went blank.
Dr. Lu stretched out his hand tremblingly, but as soon as he touched his cold neck, he withdrew his hand like an electric shock and burst into tears.
He realized that his friend was not coming back.
The rising sun gradually dispelled the darkness of the night, but the two of them who were bathed in the warm sunlight did not feel any warmth at all.
Time passed silently, and the funeral started and ended in silence. Ning Zhou couldn't even read a eulogy for him because his lover was an unbeliever.
But it is such a devout believer and a free unbeliever who met briefly in the world, fell in love silently, parted silently, and the last words were before he left with a smile and said, "You must wait for me. ' and his "I love you" written in blood. Abandoning this body, their souls will neither meet in heaven nor in hell, and they are not even people of one world.
The dead are already dead, and the living have to spend a long life to cherish the love that never even started. How cruel is this.
Dr. Lu's cry gradually subsided, leaving only the sound of sobbing again and again.
The ground was still trembling, more and more frequently, the shaking earth made the whole holy city into a panic, even the old site of the Holy See, far away from the residential area, could vaguely hear the noisy sound.
Ning Zhou, who was standing in front of the tree stump like a statue, finally moved. Dr. Lu watched him uncomfortably take off the uniform coat of the Holy See and put it on Qi Leren's body. Only then did he realize that there was a large area of red on Ning Zhou's waist. of blood.
"You... Are you injured? Let me help you... Let me treat you... " Dr. Lu said in a trembling voice.
Ning Zhou shook his head silently, turned and walked to the corner of the garden, where there were large swathes of wild roses blooming, which were planted by Maria back then. After more than 20 years, they were tenacious in the wind and rain. Grows and blooms.
He plucked seven white wild roses, the hard stems were covered with thorns, and the thorns made him bleed, but he seemed to be ignorant and plucked off the thorns on the stems one by one.
Holding the flowers, he walked towards him, and he slept in a tree hole full of petals, bathed in the warm sunlight. The memory can't help but overlap the past and the present, but this time, he won't open his eyes to meet his gaze. But he will always remember the gentle throbbing of that look.
Pure white roses were placed on Qi Leren's body, separated from life and death by a black uniform of the Holy See.
It really couldn't be farther away.
The sun that once illuminated his life has set, and the rest of the years will be eternal nights.
In such a long life, he has lost someone forever.