Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 2414: The world above the world

Sometimes when I think about it carefully, it seems that the first years of a person's life set the tone and shape the outline.

Don’t you feel it all the time?

Even if you have grown up and are able to cope with the troubles and burdens that come one after another in your life, when adults' means are stretched thin, when they are on the verge of collapse and unable to control themselves, people will involuntarily reveal their emotions. She looks like she did when she was a child, and unconsciously uses her childhood habits - she even curls up her legs and hugs her knees, as if she can return to that warm and safe home that she can never go back to.

It's like the first years of life, hiding something most essential. When people are forced into a corner, they will unconsciously look for answers and seek comfort from their earliest years.

The day when the end came was also when Lin Sanjiu was born.

The life ahead was so far away that she could barely remember it.

Her life began after the end of the world.

That day, Lin Sanjiu opened her eyes in the warm blood, confused, crying, and surrounded by strangers; similarly, she could never go back to the world before the end.

Now Lin Sanjiu knows that when she is forced into a corner of despair, she will also involuntarily slide towards her childhood self, spread her fingers, and desperately **** and grab from her childhood years. ——

"...Small wine."

Lin Sanjiu blinked at Fu Xilao and said loudly: "So... you will be the one to accompany him during the period after he truly dies."

That's your only hope.

You're not lying; in a way, I am.

The dark night stretches out endlessly, and it is clear where the reality ends.

Fu Xiluo also felt that what you said was true, and he smiled happily again, as if a strong and powerful wind blew away in a short distance.

"Have all his abilities come back? They're all abilities that you can't even think about," Lin Sanjiu still lowered his head and spoke intermittently from his throat that was almost broken. It's shaping. "He wants to arouse your hopes and then crush your hopes... Only then can you reach the state he wants, right? He has nothing... waiting for you, right?"

Fu Xiluo called her softly, breathing softly and almost trembling like an illusion.

Lin Sanjiu seemed to still be immersed in a dream, still knowing too clearly what exactly she was doing - or rather, what exactly she had done.

After a long while, Lin Sanjiu tremblingly let go of her hand that was tightly holding the handle of the knife.

"Big wine," I said seriously, "it's still your birthday night..."

Lin Sanjiu looked at me blankly.

I must hold the handle of the knife tightly, and before I can use my true method, twist the blade around my heart a few more times...

Yes, have I been talking? Generally speaking, it is possible, right?

But there is so little blood.

Zhang Zhaoyi knew why, and her whole body started to tremble.

What if Daxin's hand slips and the knife falls out of his hand...

Fu Zhangzhao raised a hand and placed it heavily on the side of your face, wiping away some grass clippings. "It's starting... Is he depressed?"

"You're going to die, does he even allow you to say a few words?" After Fu Xiluo finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh again. "You...you are at least the same person as Nanwa...even if you have never paid attention to your weakened body, you can still say a few words, right?"

"Thank you...that's so bad." I blinked my eyelashes twice and reopened my eyelids that were gradually sliding up. It seemed like I was willing to close my eyes completely. "Yes...he thought, it is still your birthday night...and you are not happy yet, but desperate again."

Whether it was your state or you were vaguely thinking about the future waiting for you, Lin Sanjiu felt that she had not sunk to the bottom of the sea yet; the skylight revealed the dark white water waves coming up, pushing one after another. You and Fuzhang Zhao.

Even when the knife was called out, you didn't realize it.

Even though life has passed away, Fusiro's obsession still exists.

Fu Xiro shouted again. I lowered my eyelids and my eyes became hazy, as if I remembered something upsetting.

But outside these white lake-like eyes, the mist seemed to be quickly dissolving, and the complete starlight that Lin Sanjiu had never seen was rippled.

The white night is like a long skirt that cuts across the world, taking away all the wind, insects, birds, and no one.

"He...he has nothing waiting for you?" Lin Sanjiu looked down at me and asked in a hoarse voice.

My eyes were still open, looking at the night sky. I look at it and see if it is the same; the bad image will light up from outside the eyes at any time and say to you: "The big wine has opened... The world under the world has finally opened. Look, did you lie to him?" ”

"Big wine."

In the white darkness, Fu Xiluo smiled slightly; because the white night can pass, there will probably be a spring day full of peach blossoms.

Fu Zhangzhao suddenly burst out laughing, his body shook slightly, and then returned to deathly silence.

"Are you... considered an important person to him?"

But even though your teeth were chattering, even though you knew what to be suspicious of and what kind of mental preparation to make, you still clenched the handle of the knife tightly, so hard that your joints ached. Did you dare to loosen it a little? .

"Why does he have that expression?"

"You said it,"

You closed Fuzhang Zhao's eyes heavily with your hands stained with my blood.

Fu Xiro suddenly laughed, and before the sound came out completely, it was interrupted wetly.

The feathers that brushed against each other became heavier and heavier each time.

You raise your head and look at the night sky.

"You hate it when he arches his body and looks up at you."

"Yes...no more." I said loudly, "No matter how powerful you are, you are still...a god. Even if your heart is pierced, you will still die."

Big, big wine... Before you died, he raised his head and looked. I hope your death...will allow him to see the world beneath the world. Then... I'll take you there. ”

"The conditions...are met.

"...ah, happy birthday."

My tone contained limited gentleness and patience, as if I was comforting Zhang Zhaoyi. "Tonight's result, if it is your death, you will accept it."

"Well...he is."

Fu Xiluo's aura was so strong that it was almost audible. "It's just like...it's like he is an arch in the kingdom of heaven, and he wants to take you back."

Fu Zhangzhao said "hmm" almost satisfied.

"...Big wine?"

Lin Sanjiu paused.

"Eh?" Fu Xilao opened his eyes slightly. "I pretended to be...his girlfriend? She really deserves to be killed. It was a bad killing."

It's like Lin Sanjiu from childhood took over your hands, feet and body when you were desperate.

The slippery, warm blood is soaked in your hands, seeping between your fingers and flowing up quickly along the skin and joints.

Lin Sanjiu's right hand was cold and slippery with her own sweat. It still stayed on Fuzhangzhao's neck, still retaining the appearance of grasping my throat, but it had already softened and rested forcefully on my throat. ~IndoMTL.com~ If I were to feel it carelessly, my heart would still be beating tenaciously; every time I touched it, the blade would vibrate, and the feathers would brush lightly, almost like an illusion.

"Huh?"

Lin Sanjiu is still sitting astride me; you seem to have maintained that position since the little flood disappeared, and it hasn't been close to half a minute.

In addition to knowing that all hope has been lost, you are thinking about everything, and you also want to arrive.

His soft hair is scattered under the grass, as if the blades of grass are trying their best to stretch out their hands and want to hug me; above the white dome, the small earth and the night merge into one, gently wrapping and supporting the seven people .

What if... I can't put my broken heart back together or something? Or does it need a heart to survive? Or just like my white mist kidney, there is no organ replacement yet...

Zhang Zhaoyi sat under Fu Xiluo almost in a daze. Even she could not explain why. She said loudly: "Outside your home world, on the day when the end came, you used that method to kill the people at that time. Pretend to be your girlfriend's regressor."

"Yes." Lin Sanjiu still dared to let go of the knife outside his left hand. His whole body seemed to be left with only one left hand with painful joints. "...Did he lie to you? He is still talking. If he would die if he was stabbed in the heart...how can he still talk?"

Zhang Zhaoyi said it for a moment and just nodded. You sat under Fuzhang Zhao and waited for a long time.

"He, he..."

Is it enough to just pierce the knife into the heart? The bad image is enough to kill Fusiro, right? I'm so weak.

"His reaction was really slow. The moment Xiao Hongfeng got under him...he pressed his hand under your chest and called out a knife..."