boom!
With a huge impact, my body was facing down and my feet were facing up again.
It was twenty minutes later that I had recovered my strength and healed my physical injuries.
Under the joint suppression of Ruyue and Kristen, the backlash of the two polarities has temporarily disappeared, and the demon that has tormented me has disappeared, but no one can tell when the next attack will occur.
Looking around, I found myself in a valley close to the Lianyun Mountains at the southern end of Alasia, and because of the closeness to the ocean, the climate is much warmer than in the north.
Berda is still snowy winter, but here has already entered the spring when the ice and snow melt and everything is cite.
The place where I fell was the basin of this concave valley. Falling from a high altitude, my body smashed a huge pit on the ground, and made a loud bang at the same time.
I looked around, the winter snow was just melting, and the land that was reviving vitality showed green everywhere.
A clear mountain spring made a tinging sound, rushing across the basin and flowing into the distance
At the end of the stream, I saw several houses
It can be seen that this is a small mountain village located in the deep mountains and has inconvenient transportation.
The loud noise caused by my falling from the sky has alarmed the residents of the valley. When I looked around, I unexpectedly found that there were a few pairs of innocent eyes around me looking at me curiously
After a bush a dozen steps away, several children's heads poked out. They all opened their eyes wide and looked at me.
When my eyes swept on them, the children let out a strange cry and then scattered.
The white-haired monster is here, the white-haired monster is here!
With the clear stream water as clear as a mirror, I realized that the rope I had tied with my hair had fallen off, and my waist-length hair was completely dispersed. With that pale face that was almost bloodless, my appearance is indeed a bit terrifying now.
This long hair has been around for eighteen years...
Looking at the stream, I stroked a handful of white hair in my hand. I had the idea of cutting it off, but in the end I was left with it.
Nino has long hair just feels so cool and beautiful, and I am commemorating Sheila before. I told Sheila that I like girls with long hair, so she specially raised long hair for me.
I cleaned my hair, absorbed the magic elements in nature with my right hand and turned it into a thin rope, tied my hair together casually
While I was doing this, a pleasant child voice rang behind me
Auntie, did you come from heaven?
One sentence made me shake all over and almost fell into the water. I raised my face and slowly turned around with the most vicious look.
I saw it clearly, it was an uncle, not an aunt, I was a man!
Just as I gritted my teeth and said to this child who made a huge mistake, my fierce expression immediately frozen.
Because this child who called me aunt actually looks seventy-seventh-something like Nino when he was young
I muttered in my heart: It's really like Nino...
I squatted down in surprise and put my right hand on the boy's shoulder. The fierce expression had been soothing hard and tried hard to transform into intimacy. When my fingers were in contact with the boy's body, a feeling of flesh and blood was heard from my fingertips, that's right!
This child is indeed flowing with the same blood as me!
Little kid, what's your name?
This child who looks very similar to Nino was not afraid of me at all. He stretched out his hand curiously, grabbed the end of my hair, put it in front of me and looked carefully, and said in surprise: There are really people's hair that can grow so long! But, uncle, why are you a man rather than a woman? Brother Nino clearly told me that there is an aunt's hair...
Nino? Is this guy who looks a bit like you, has a ponytail braid and likes to walk around in a bathrobe?
yes!
The boy nodded constantly and said: Brother Nino was here to play with me a few days ago, and his mother liked him very much! But...
Just what?
My mother doesn’t like me calling him brother, so she always asks me to call him uncle! But the adults in the village call him a perverted and weird uncle behind her!
After hearing this, I already understood that Nino came here and sent me here with a unique purpose. However, what is the relationship between him and me, the boy with the same blood as me in front of me?
Could he be Nino's illegitimate son?
This is my first thought, and it is very likely...
I asked again: What's your name?
The boy replied: My name is Witt, Witt Claya!
Claya? Do your mom and dad live here too?
Yes! But my dad went to the city to buy things a few days ago and it will take a few days before he will come back!
I bent down and picked up the little boy named Witt, let him sit on my shoulders, and walked towards the village in the distance, where I believe I can find the answer there.
* * *
As soon as I entered the village, I saw evidence of Nino's visit. A stone statue stood beside the well at the entrance of the village.
The stone statue was obviously completed not long ago. The stone statue was in a squat position, with its chin on its knees with its right hand, and it looked like it was meditating. Its face was exactly what Nino himself looked like
This is the habit of that narcissistic brat. Every time he goes to a new place, no matter whether others like it or not, he will leave a work of his own in the local area as a souvenir.
Looking at Nino's works, I snorted in my heart
It's really rare! That guy is actually wearing clothes!
This is a village that is almost completely isolated from the outside world. It is a mud tiled house, a water wheel, a mill, a cattle farm. Things that cannot be seen in Berdah can be seen everywhere here.
Ancient, almost self-sufficient small mountain village is the best portrayal here. In addition to the relatives who visited each other outside, it is rare to see an outsider in this village in a few years.
The arrival of my long-haired stranger immediately broke the original calm of the village. Almost the moment I stepped into the entrance of the village, the rhythm of the entire village was suddenly disrupted by me.
The old man feeding the cows, the young man chopping firewood, the children playing, and even the young woman who was fucking water by the well, stopped her work and turned her eyes to me at the same time.
I am very disgusted with being stared at by people like monkeys, but unlike the complicated city people, the eyes of the people here are innocent. Their clear eyes remind me of the situation when I took Anda back to my former residence more than thirty years ago. The people there were also looking at us, and the environment there was very similar to that here at that time.
Hi, everything is like a different person...
When I couldn't help but immerse myself in the memories of the past again, Werte in my arms shouted at the third house at the entrance of the village: Mom, the guest is here! It's a white-haired uncle!
A few seconds later, the thick wooden door slowly opened with a creaking sound. A young woman appeared behind the door, with a very traditional headscarf wrapped around her head, and her appearance was very pretty. From the hair exposed on her forehead, I judged that her head was black, while her eyes were purple, black and purple eyes, which was the most obvious feature of mixed-race humans with the blood of the Black Demon.
From the outside, she is only twenty years old at most, but the mixed-race human with the blood of the Black Demon clan has a very long adolescence. I used some detection magic to determine that her actual age is about thirty years old.
The woman glanced at me, was stunned for a moment, frowned, and shouted to her dissatisfiedly: Witt, hurry up and go and pour water for uncle!
I noticed that when she spoke the word "Uncle", she paused clearly in the middle.
For this woman, the intimacy she gave me was very similar to the feeling that this Wright child in my arms gave me. More importantly, she gave me a sense of familiarity.
Although I had great questions in my heart, I still acted as a strange visitor. After putting down Witter, I put my right hand on my chest and bowed, introducing myself: Hello, my name is...Xianbetty, I am a traveler...
Because Dark
The name Soonida is so famous, so I used a pseudonym, Shian was the name I gave for my children and Sheila, and Betty was my mother's surname
I'm glad to see you, Mr. Betty! My name is... You'd better call Mrs. Claya!
The woman opposite me was polite and then welcomed her into the house.
After a few polite greetings, I sat on the chair that Little Vite brought me excitedly, and the hostess made a pot of hot tea for me.
When I picked up the teacup and savored it, Little Witt looked at me with curious eyes, looking very excited.
The woman who called herself Mrs. Claya came over, grabbed Little Witt, and whispered in his ear: Witt, go to Uncle Sean's house next door to tell him that our house has come to ask him for two steaks!
Oh, mom, are we going to have steak tonight? That’s great!
Smiling and watching his son run out of the door excitedly, Mrs. Claya then closed the bulky wooden door and inserted it into the end.
When she turned to face me, the smile on her face had been completely curled, and then her twitching lips gave me a greeting that shocked me: Welcome, my father!
With a bang, the cup in my hand fell onto the table, and tea splashed all over my body...
* * *
When the other party called him "Master Father", at that moment I almost wanted to break through the door behind Claya and ran away in panic. Unfortunately, the other party's eyes firmly nailed my body
Do you want to escape? You have been escaping for a whole twenty years. At this time, where do you want to escape?
Similar words, Kristen Jr. has also said
you……
It took a long time to come back to my senses. I stared at the other person's face and searched the past memory bank desperately.
I almost asked who your mother is? This stupid question
The heart that always causes trouble also beats quite fast at this time. What surprised me was that at this time I could actually think calmly
Inferred from her age, there is also her dark demon bloodline...
A name that I was so unfamiliar that I almost forgot about jumped out
Is your mother Alyssa?
I remembered that the girl who had a one-night relationship with me, named Alisa, her father was Fengdu Shihu, and the fierce fight that happened in Shenlong Square. It should be nearly thirty years ago!
By the way, there is also the first tarot card that Jiu Ning dug out when I criticized my life. At that time, the content on the card was a woman holding a child and feeding her breasts. She told me that I was a father at that time.
The other party did not answer me, looked at me coldly, and two eyes inserted into my eyes like sharp blades, all the way deep into my soul, as if I wanted all the secrets in my heart to be dug out.
Facing this woman who called me Master Father, I felt scared again and began to consider whether to escape immediately
I asked tremblingly: Is she okay?
The other party replied to me lightly: Just two years ago, she passed away with her father!
Father?
Her face was neither sad nor happy, and she replied calmly: After my mother left Fengdu, she moved to this village to live. Later, she met her father, a man she loved and loved her... They have always been very happy, but three years ago, the village was in a plague and they died of illness together
I don't know how to answer. For the woman who has only one night's relationship with me, based on my conscience, I really have no feelings for her.
In the past twenty years, except for touching the children of Nino and Freia, I have been immersed in memories of the past most of my time, but I have not recalled Alisa for many times.
I was silent for a while, and then I asked carefully: Then, that little Witt, he should be mine...
Opposite, this woman who is my daughter in blood interrupted me and continued to say coldly: He is my son! My husband's surname is now!
I found that there is another woman I feel afraid to face now.
I carefully tentatively said: Me, what should I call you?
Everyone in the village calls me Mrs. Claya. You are an outsider and should also call me that.
Assuming my question, Claya turned around and opened the door that had just been closed. The light shot out from outside the house, but I lost the courage to escape.
* * *
Claya and I were talking in a very awkward atmosphere across the table.
In front of my own flesh and blood, my mouth became very stupid. Because of the awkward father-daughter relationship, our conversation was equally awkward.
Have you been doing well over the years?
A bad opening, but other than that, I don't know how to start
The people here are much purer than those outside. I have always lived a happy life before meeting my father.
Ah?...I understand...I'm sorry...
There is no need to say sorry! Because you don’t know that my daughter still exists in this world, right? Dad?
Claya spoke up with her father, and I felt very uncomfortable when I heard it. Faced with her aggressive offensive, I was unable to resist.
At this moment, I finally understood why Fleia used to call Kayula so unhappy when she called her mother
I changed the topic: You mentioned Nino just now, he has been here not long ago?
Nino? Are you talking about my younger brother? He is a very interesting boy. How did he know that my sister lives here? He said it was his uncle who told him! You, a father, are not as good as his uncle!
In front of me, Claya's attitude was always cold, but when I mentioned Nino, she could instinctively smile on her face. I guess Nino had a good relationship with her during those days, but she was not very good at her attitude towards me. She always kept thinking that she could stab me at any time.
I smiled bitterly: Nino's uncle? It's that guy, his uncle, but the demon god! When he was still alive, he kept smiling at my story as if he was watching a show... He is indeed better than me!
Clay smiles sarcastically:
Nino's uncle is actually a demon? I almost forgot, Dad, you are a dragon warrior! Extraordinary people must have extraordinary families. We are really people from two worlds!
Speaking of this, Clay turned his eyes outside the house. I looked along the angle of her eyes. What caught my eye was the clear blue sky. The sky here was indeed much cleaner than Berda.
I didn't know how to continue the conversation, but Clay didn't ridicule me anymore. Before I wanted to say goodbye, she said to me: Witt's father will not come back in three days, until then, you can live here all the time
you mean……
After all, you are a famous big shot, and life here is very peaceful, I don't want to...
Clay didn't say the following words, but from her elongated tone, I already understood what she meant
I calculated the time, my body would almost collapse at that time.
Ruyue and Kristen join forces to temporarily suppress the backlash of the two polarities before the final replies effect disappears.
Here are green mountains and clear waters, as beautiful as the fairyland on earth, and it is also a good place to bury bones.
I breathed a sigh of relief and promised confidently: Don't worry, I will leave at the right time and will not cause you too much trouble!
So, I stayed at my daughter's house as a guest, and my grandson shouted at me one by one, which was really strange.
Uncle, I want to hear the story!
When Claya was preparing dinner, Little Witt pestered me and asked me to tell him a story
Having Freia's experience, it was not too difficult for me to coax a child, but Little Werte's request made me a little difficult to resist.
I want to hear a story about Dragon Warrior
Dragon Warrior? They are just a group of poor people who are played with by fate. What is there to say about their stories?
Over the years, I have always tried my best to avoid thinking about the past, and I have tried my best to forget my identity, and to remember the past and uncover the scars that have been temporarily covered by time. This is really something that is difficult for me to do.
I refused at the first time, but Little Witt pestered me, grabbed my hand and swung it left and right as if he was acting coquettish.
I just want to hear it! What I want to hear is the story about the current emperor, Darkshownada! When Brother Nino lived here a few days ago, he told me and my friends a lot about him! However, he left before he left. Before he left, his brother told me that in a while, there will be a white-haired aunt. Oh, no, it is uncle who will come here and finish the next story.
It's Nino again!
From beginning to end, this little brat has been secretly calculating me
I can't see through this cheap son at all, and his teacher, Kristen, didn't understand him either
Although he was a disciple of Christine, he had not learned any magic that was best at the Canghailong lineage, except for asking some tips for planting flowers and grasses.
It’s not that Kristen doesn’t want to teach, but that he hasn’t learned it at all
But little Christine and I have never underestimated this guy. In our eyes, this little brat who is always crazy and weird, actually has unlimited potential and unfathomable. This is the consistent annotation of little Christine and I to him.
Cayula is always worried about Nino's future, but she is actually too concerned
Uncle, tell me!
When I was thinking about Nino in a daze, Little Witt was still holding my right hand and begging constantly. Looking at the pitiful eyes that seemed to be about to cry, I suddenly remembered my daughter Freia. I remember that when she was a child, she looked like this when she was lying in my arms and acting cute.
OK, you really want to listen, then I'll tell you! I've compromised
Where did you start? When your brother Nino left, where did he talk?
He talked about the first duel between Emperor Dark and Emperor Sluo of the Demon Clan in the Rift of the Sky! At that time, his heart was dug out by the Emperor of the Demon Clan...
My face suddenly changed. This is really something that hurts the most and doesn’t want to remember!
Nino, you have prepared all this for me carefully. Are you trying to force me to face the scars?
Uncle, Emperor Dark has no heart. How did he survive later? Brother Nino didn't tell me, he said he wanted you to say... Ah, forget it, you are in a bad mood, so don't say it!
My increasingly ugly face still made Little Witt notice. He closed his mouth, and was even afraid of letting go of his hands, sat on the chair opposite the table, and looked at me timidly.
I know that my face just now scared the child. I can speak badly to Little Rafa, but I can't keep my heart to this newly recognized grandson.
Almost as soon as I noticed the expression on his face, I reorganized the muscles on my face as quickly as possible and put on the kindest smile: Uncle is in a bad mood... Uncle likes Little Vite the most, okay, Uncle will tell you the story behind now
Emperor Dark did not die because shortly after his heart was broken, there was a woman who loved him the most in the world who used her life to rebuild a heart for him!
When I said this, I knew that the smile on my face must be even worse than crying
After escaping for twenty years and having nowhere to escape, I finally had to face the mistakes I made in front of my grandson.
A hole was broken into a dam, and the floods that surging out could no longer be stopped, and the same is true for memory.
No matter what happened in the past, whether it was beautiful, sad, painful, or regretful, I didn't want to remember anything in the past twenty years. In the past twenty years, I have made a shell for myself and hid in it, and wanted to completely cut off the past.
But delusion is ultimately delusion. What should come will always come, and what cannot be escaped will eventually be a day that must be faced.
The next whole night, I was entangled by Little Wit, and like a bean, I had to open my memory bank that had been covered with for many years, and say one by one the past events I didn't want to remember and mention.
When I talked about the chapter of the offensive and defensive battle at Tobrook Fortress, the night was already deep. Little Witt sat on a small bench, holding his chin with his hands on my knees, still listening with relish
It was not until her mother, my daughter, had made a dissatisfied sound, that she left in disappointment.
This night, she hardly spoke to me actively, but as an audience member, she listened quietly by the side and never expressed her opinions
I thought it would be painful to talk about my past, but when I mentioned everything to an innocent child and a daughter who was closest to me, the pain in my heart was not as great as I thought.
Mom, I want to sleep with my uncle at night!
You can sleep with your uncle, but you are not allowed to pester your uncle to tell stories at night! It is not allowed to affect your uncle's rest!
I know, mom!
Don’t talk about one thing behind your back. Last time you pestered Brother Nino like this! I know how many bugs are in your belly. If you pester your uncle at night and affect his rest, be careful that I will spank you!
The child's trick was naturally seen through by his mother. Seeing his daughter pretending to be stern to his grandson, a similar scene suddenly appeared in my mind. He also refused to sleep and pestered his father to tell stories to the little boy. There was also a mother who was stern in front of him who scolded him for going to bed early. Their faces were Sheila and the other was Xi'an, our child who died before he was born...
Yes, it's the child who died before he was born, Xi'an!
It was completely unconscious that two tears fell from my eyes and dripped on the back of my hand.
Xi'an, in fact, he has never been born! Xi'an, in fact, he is just an illusion caused by my split personality! Xi'an, in fact, he is just a virtual image created by my fantasy!
Actually, I knew for a long time that Xi'an did not exist at all!
It’s just that I’ve been lying to myself for the past twenty years!
One drop, two drops, and then it kept pouring out like a fountain
The hard shell I had in twenty years was smashed to pieces in this short half day. Without the protection of the hard shell, the exposed heart was actually so fragile that I was extremely out of control and cried in front of my daughter and grandson.
Wow, uncle, don’t cry, it must be that Little Vite is not good, it makes uncle sad!
I cried loudly, and affected by me, Little Witt also started crying. He grabbed my hand and apologized constantly
I bent down and picked up my grandson and cried even harder
My daughter kept looking at our grandparents and grandchildren quietly. Although she did not shed tears, there was also a flash of water in her eyes.
After a while, she took out a handkerchief from her arms and handed it to me
Okay, you are too old! I forgive you! Don’t cry like a child!
I took the handkerchief, but took the opportunity to grab my daughter's hand
Can you stay with me tonight?
I need a straw, a board, and a closest relative, otherwise I don't know how I should spend this night
My daughter looked at me quietly, I looked at her with begging eyes, Little Witt raised his head, his eyes turned back and forth on his grandfather and mother's faces several times, and finally his daughter nodded gently
The night in the mountain village is quiet, people have rested early, and the lights outside the window have already been completely extinguished
Only my daughter, and Little Witt, sat around the fire
I continued to tell the stories I experienced personally over the past thirty years. I omitted the details of my violent violence against Ruyue and replaced it with tragic torture. My daughter might understand some of the mystery, while Little Witt cried and laughed when she heard it.
Very fascinated, I forgot to comment
These stories are all painful memories for witnesses Ru Yue and me, as well as the people who have experienced that era. However, now facing me, the grandson I just met today, I have an inexplicable sense of tranquility. This is what my daughter brings to me
For thirty years, I have never known the existence of this daughter. Among my countless women, Alisa has not left a deep impression on me.
Unexpectedly, I saw my blood in this small mountain village
As I continued to tell, I suddenly had a doubt in my heart: Are these arranged by Nino?!
In the past twenty years, I have joined forces with Christine and I have tried to see the real him countless times, but all of them have failed. In recent years, I have begun to believe that Nino, who has been with Lucifer since childhood, does have his magical places. These places do not belong to this world, but to the gods in heaven.
The story finally tells the present moment. In the quiet night, my daughter sat quietly opposite me, and Little Witt sat on her lap, crying and laughing
Fifty years, more than thirty years of depression and pain, finally received a complete confession
After confiding, I felt that I had let go of something. At least, there was no sign of an attack in the heart. I could no longer be sure whether this was a sad thing. The only thing I did in the past twenty years was to die, but at this moment, my desire to die did not seem to be so strong.
What happened later? Little Witt climbed onto my knees and was still asking
Later, I came here to see you... I stroked Little Witt's head, and something called warmth that seemed to be only found in the distant depths of my memory. My tears kept pouring out again
I have fantasized countless times how it would be like to hold my child on my knees and stroke his head, but I have never had a chance. Yes, no chance.
Nino is a naughty brat, and she can't make me feel this way. As for Rafa, I have met him for only a few times in the past twenty years. Freia... Although I dote on her, she is not my bone blood after all.
What are your plans next? Dad? My daughter asked me
There is no more in this daddy, my father's indifference and sarcasm at the beginning, and there is a lot of warmth. I stared at her, feeling mixed feelings in my heart
To be honest, I don't remember much about what Alisa looks like, but the daughter in front of me really reminds me of those youthful and frivolous years.
I don't know what will happen. The ultimate reply spell has expired. I don't know when I will die or where the bones will be buried. Although your appearance temporarily suppressed my inner demon, I still can't live for a few days. I paused, I lowered my head and thought, not knowing whether I should say that I am about to die. Speaking of this, I raised my head and looked at my daughter calmly.
Maybe Nino said something to them, but my words did not surprise my daughter. She just looked at me quietly, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she was speechless
Alisa has passed away for many years, but I have found my own relatives here, my daughter, she has not inherited the power of my Dragon Warrior, but she is the one I envied the most among my children.
She has grown up in the ordinary since she was a child, living a life that I have thought about but have never lived since I was a child. She grew up peacefully, tranquility, healthy growth, married, and lived a happy life in the paradise.
But the so-called pride of heaven like my devil father and I, the inheritor of the blood of the dragon warrior, had to give up all the original dreams and go to the battlefield to conquer, stained with blood, and trampled on white bones.
In this quiet mountain village, my inner demon has never occurred. I know very well that the inner demon did not disappear, but was temporarily suppressed by positive emotions, allowing me to survive after the ultimate replies spell failed.
I don't know if I should continue to live. For twenty years, I have only one goal: waiting for death
I have imagined the scene where Flaia killed me with her own hands countless times.
However, the growth of the children and the appearance of this daughter in front of me made me more angry twenty years later
Some memories will eventually be sealed
The sky was already bright, and the people in the small village started working for another day. I stood by the door and looked at these simple people. There was no wind and rain in the small mountain village. They were innocent and kind, and did not care about the outside world, nor did they have the plans for people outside to get along with others. I suddenly wanted to stay here forever, and even made a request to my daughter: I built a small house on the mountain and stayed here until I died!
My daughter didn't say anything, and I continued: After I die, just bury me in the mountain! My daughter just nodded silently. I feel very relieved that I can die here and die by my relatives. I have done countless evil in the past half of my life. It is not a pity from God to have such an ending.
My daughter stood up and hugged me, tears flowed into my neck, I hugged my daughter tightly, and tears kept rolling down
I have held Little Freia tightly countless times, because of my pampering and treating her as Sheila's incarnation. Today, I am indeed moved by the deep affection contained in my daughter's words.
Dad, I will forgive you on behalf of my mother! Forgive yourself, forgive yourself!
At that moment, I burst into tears again
I stayed here for two days, and took my grandson Little Witt to run around the mountain, playing the game he wanted to roast for food, and listening to his relish telling Uncle Nino's story about taking him around naughty and making trouble everywhere.
The four words "Happy Family" actually appeared in my in life
During these days, although the inner demons did not appear again, I clearly felt that the effect of the final replies of the spell in my body was constantly weakening and disappearing, and the signs of collapse in my body were getting worse and worse.
On the third day, I obviously went to bed early last night, but in the early morning, I almost couldn't wake up like a sleepy one. It was not until Little Vette playedfully irritated my nostrils with straw that I woke up suddenly in a burst of sneezing.
Uncle, get up! The sun shines on your butt!
After Little Witt woke me up mischievously, he immediately ran to bring me a basin of washing water. Looking at the unparalleled reflection in the water, then looking at the gray corpse spots on his hands and some swollen feet, I already understood that this big collapse of my body was right in front of me, and I could not see the sun tomorrow again.
It's time to leave!
I decided not to say goodbye to my daughter and leave now. I wanted to die here, but now I have changed my mind
People like me, find a place, dig a hole, and then lie down. This is my destination.
As for being dismembered by a wild dog after death, I don't care
My sin, my evil, I can accept it no matter what the ending is.
After getting up, I didn't have breakfast or even say goodbye to Xiao Weite. After leaving a letter to my daughter, I quietly left.
I told her that if I have the chance to meet Princess Ruyue, I apologize to her on my behalf
As my sister Melia said, in fact, I don’t hate Ruyue at all. I just hate myself, but I just refuse to admit it.
Because of my health, I did not leave the village too far, but went to the nearby area to find a rarely visited mountain, then found a piece of open space, dug a hole, and lay down.
I relaxed everything, closed my eyes, and waited for death...
It's time to end! Although I'm still in debt now, it's time to end it all
With a huge impact, my body was facing down and my feet were facing up again.
It was twenty minutes later that I had recovered my strength and healed my physical injuries.
Under the joint suppression of Ruyue and Kristen, the backlash of the two polarities has temporarily disappeared, and the demon that has tormented me has disappeared, but no one can tell when the next attack will occur.
Looking around, I found myself in a valley close to the Lianyun Mountains at the southern end of Alasia, and because of the closeness to the ocean, the climate is much warmer than in the north.
Berda is still snowy winter, but here has already entered the spring when the ice and snow melt and everything is cite.
The place where I fell was the basin of this concave valley. Falling from a high altitude, my body smashed a huge pit on the ground, and made a loud bang at the same time.
I looked around, the winter snow was just melting, and the land that was reviving vitality showed green everywhere.
A clear mountain spring made a tinging sound, rushing across the basin and flowing into the distance
At the end of the stream, I saw several houses
It can be seen that this is a small mountain village located in the deep mountains and has inconvenient transportation.
The loud noise caused by my falling from the sky has alarmed the residents of the valley. When I looked around, I unexpectedly found that there were a few pairs of innocent eyes around me looking at me curiously
After a bush a dozen steps away, several children's heads poked out. They all opened their eyes wide and looked at me.
When my eyes swept on them, the children let out a strange cry and then scattered.
The white-haired monster is here, the white-haired monster is here!
With the clear stream water as clear as a mirror, I realized that the rope I had tied with my hair had fallen off, and my waist-length hair was completely dispersed. With that pale face that was almost bloodless, my appearance is indeed a bit terrifying now.
This long hair has been around for eighteen years...
Looking at the stream, I stroked a handful of white hair in my hand. I had the idea of cutting it off, but in the end I was left with it.
Nino has long hair just feels so cool and beautiful, and I am commemorating Sheila before. I told Sheila that I like girls with long hair, so she specially raised long hair for me.
I cleaned my hair, absorbed the magic elements in nature with my right hand and turned it into a thin rope, tied my hair together casually
While I was doing this, a pleasant child voice rang behind me
Auntie, did you come from heaven?
One sentence made me shake all over and almost fell into the water. I raised my face and slowly turned around with the most vicious look.
I saw it clearly, it was an uncle, not an aunt, I was a man!
Just as I gritted my teeth and said to this child who made a huge mistake, my fierce expression immediately frozen.
Because this child who called me aunt actually looks seventy-seventh-something like Nino when he was young
I muttered in my heart: It's really like Nino...
I squatted down in surprise and put my right hand on the boy's shoulder. The fierce expression had been soothing hard and tried hard to transform into intimacy. When my fingers were in contact with the boy's body, a feeling of flesh and blood was heard from my fingertips, that's right!
This child is indeed flowing with the same blood as me!
Little kid, what's your name?
This child who looks very similar to Nino was not afraid of me at all. He stretched out his hand curiously, grabbed the end of my hair, put it in front of me and looked carefully, and said in surprise: There are really people's hair that can grow so long! But, uncle, why are you a man rather than a woman? Brother Nino clearly told me that there is an aunt's hair...
Nino? Is this guy who looks a bit like you, has a ponytail braid and likes to walk around in a bathrobe?
yes!
The boy nodded constantly and said: Brother Nino was here to play with me a few days ago, and his mother liked him very much! But...
Just what?
My mother doesn’t like me calling him brother, so she always asks me to call him uncle! But the adults in the village call him a perverted and weird uncle behind her!
After hearing this, I already understood that Nino came here and sent me here with a unique purpose. However, what is the relationship between him and me, the boy with the same blood as me in front of me?
Could he be Nino's illegitimate son?
This is my first thought, and it is very likely...
I asked again: What's your name?
The boy replied: My name is Witt, Witt Claya!
Claya? Do your mom and dad live here too?
Yes! But my dad went to the city to buy things a few days ago and it will take a few days before he will come back!
I bent down and picked up the little boy named Witt, let him sit on my shoulders, and walked towards the village in the distance, where I believe I can find the answer there.
* * *
As soon as I entered the village, I saw evidence of Nino's visit. A stone statue stood beside the well at the entrance of the village.
The stone statue was obviously completed not long ago. The stone statue was in a squat position, with its chin on its knees with its right hand, and it looked like it was meditating. Its face was exactly what Nino himself looked like
This is the habit of that narcissistic brat. Every time he goes to a new place, no matter whether others like it or not, he will leave a work of his own in the local area as a souvenir.
Looking at Nino's works, I snorted in my heart
It's really rare! That guy is actually wearing clothes!
This is a village that is almost completely isolated from the outside world. It is a mud tiled house, a water wheel, a mill, a cattle farm. Things that cannot be seen in Berdah can be seen everywhere here.
Ancient, almost self-sufficient small mountain village is the best portrayal here. In addition to the relatives who visited each other outside, it is rare to see an outsider in this village in a few years.
The arrival of my long-haired stranger immediately broke the original calm of the village. Almost the moment I stepped into the entrance of the village, the rhythm of the entire village was suddenly disrupted by me.
The old man feeding the cows, the young man chopping firewood, the children playing, and even the young woman who was fucking water by the well, stopped her work and turned her eyes to me at the same time.
I am very disgusted with being stared at by people like monkeys, but unlike the complicated city people, the eyes of the people here are innocent. Their clear eyes remind me of the situation when I took Anda back to my former residence more than thirty years ago. The people there were also looking at us, and the environment there was very similar to that here at that time.
Hi, everything is like a different person...
When I couldn't help but immerse myself in the memories of the past again, Werte in my arms shouted at the third house at the entrance of the village: Mom, the guest is here! It's a white-haired uncle!
A few seconds later, the thick wooden door slowly opened with a creaking sound. A young woman appeared behind the door, with a very traditional headscarf wrapped around her head, and her appearance was very pretty. From the hair exposed on her forehead, I judged that her head was black, while her eyes were purple, black and purple eyes, which was the most obvious feature of mixed-race humans with the blood of the Black Demon.
From the outside, she is only twenty years old at most, but the mixed-race human with the blood of the Black Demon clan has a very long adolescence. I used some detection magic to determine that her actual age is about thirty years old.
The woman glanced at me, was stunned for a moment, frowned, and shouted to her dissatisfiedly: Witt, hurry up and go and pour water for uncle!
I noticed that when she spoke the word "Uncle", she paused clearly in the middle.
For this woman, the intimacy she gave me was very similar to the feeling that this Wright child in my arms gave me. More importantly, she gave me a sense of familiarity.
Although I had great questions in my heart, I still acted as a strange visitor. After putting down Witter, I put my right hand on my chest and bowed, introducing myself: Hello, my name is...Xianbetty, I am a traveler...
Because Dark
The name Soonida is so famous, so I used a pseudonym, Shian was the name I gave for my children and Sheila, and Betty was my mother's surname
I'm glad to see you, Mr. Betty! My name is... You'd better call Mrs. Claya!
The woman opposite me was polite and then welcomed her into the house.
After a few polite greetings, I sat on the chair that Little Vite brought me excitedly, and the hostess made a pot of hot tea for me.
When I picked up the teacup and savored it, Little Witt looked at me with curious eyes, looking very excited.
The woman who called herself Mrs. Claya came over, grabbed Little Witt, and whispered in his ear: Witt, go to Uncle Sean's house next door to tell him that our house has come to ask him for two steaks!
Oh, mom, are we going to have steak tonight? That’s great!
Smiling and watching his son run out of the door excitedly, Mrs. Claya then closed the bulky wooden door and inserted it into the end.
When she turned to face me, the smile on her face had been completely curled, and then her twitching lips gave me a greeting that shocked me: Welcome, my father!
With a bang, the cup in my hand fell onto the table, and tea splashed all over my body...
* * *
When the other party called him "Master Father", at that moment I almost wanted to break through the door behind Claya and ran away in panic. Unfortunately, the other party's eyes firmly nailed my body
Do you want to escape? You have been escaping for a whole twenty years. At this time, where do you want to escape?
Similar words, Kristen Jr. has also said
you……
It took a long time to come back to my senses. I stared at the other person's face and searched the past memory bank desperately.
I almost asked who your mother is? This stupid question
The heart that always causes trouble also beats quite fast at this time. What surprised me was that at this time I could actually think calmly
Inferred from her age, there is also her dark demon bloodline...
A name that I was so unfamiliar that I almost forgot about jumped out
Is your mother Alyssa?
I remembered that the girl who had a one-night relationship with me, named Alisa, her father was Fengdu Shihu, and the fierce fight that happened in Shenlong Square. It should be nearly thirty years ago!
By the way, there is also the first tarot card that Jiu Ning dug out when I criticized my life. At that time, the content on the card was a woman holding a child and feeding her breasts. She told me that I was a father at that time.
The other party did not answer me, looked at me coldly, and two eyes inserted into my eyes like sharp blades, all the way deep into my soul, as if I wanted all the secrets in my heart to be dug out.
Facing this woman who called me Master Father, I felt scared again and began to consider whether to escape immediately
I asked tremblingly: Is she okay?
The other party replied to me lightly: Just two years ago, she passed away with her father!
Father?
Her face was neither sad nor happy, and she replied calmly: After my mother left Fengdu, she moved to this village to live. Later, she met her father, a man she loved and loved her... They have always been very happy, but three years ago, the village was in a plague and they died of illness together
I don't know how to answer. For the woman who has only one night's relationship with me, based on my conscience, I really have no feelings for her.
In the past twenty years, except for touching the children of Nino and Freia, I have been immersed in memories of the past most of my time, but I have not recalled Alisa for many times.
I was silent for a while, and then I asked carefully: Then, that little Witt, he should be mine...
Opposite, this woman who is my daughter in blood interrupted me and continued to say coldly: He is my son! My husband's surname is now!
I found that there is another woman I feel afraid to face now.
I carefully tentatively said: Me, what should I call you?
Everyone in the village calls me Mrs. Claya. You are an outsider and should also call me that.
Assuming my question, Claya turned around and opened the door that had just been closed. The light shot out from outside the house, but I lost the courage to escape.
* * *
Claya and I were talking in a very awkward atmosphere across the table.
In front of my own flesh and blood, my mouth became very stupid. Because of the awkward father-daughter relationship, our conversation was equally awkward.
Have you been doing well over the years?
A bad opening, but other than that, I don't know how to start
The people here are much purer than those outside. I have always lived a happy life before meeting my father.
Ah?...I understand...I'm sorry...
There is no need to say sorry! Because you don’t know that my daughter still exists in this world, right? Dad?
Claya spoke up with her father, and I felt very uncomfortable when I heard it. Faced with her aggressive offensive, I was unable to resist.
At this moment, I finally understood why Fleia used to call Kayula so unhappy when she called her mother
I changed the topic: You mentioned Nino just now, he has been here not long ago?
Nino? Are you talking about my younger brother? He is a very interesting boy. How did he know that my sister lives here? He said it was his uncle who told him! You, a father, are not as good as his uncle!
In front of me, Claya's attitude was always cold, but when I mentioned Nino, she could instinctively smile on her face. I guess Nino had a good relationship with her during those days, but she was not very good at her attitude towards me. She always kept thinking that she could stab me at any time.
I smiled bitterly: Nino's uncle? It's that guy, his uncle, but the demon god! When he was still alive, he kept smiling at my story as if he was watching a show... He is indeed better than me!
Clay smiles sarcastically:
Nino's uncle is actually a demon? I almost forgot, Dad, you are a dragon warrior! Extraordinary people must have extraordinary families. We are really people from two worlds!
Speaking of this, Clay turned his eyes outside the house. I looked along the angle of her eyes. What caught my eye was the clear blue sky. The sky here was indeed much cleaner than Berda.
I didn't know how to continue the conversation, but Clay didn't ridicule me anymore. Before I wanted to say goodbye, she said to me: Witt's father will not come back in three days, until then, you can live here all the time
you mean……
After all, you are a famous big shot, and life here is very peaceful, I don't want to...
Clay didn't say the following words, but from her elongated tone, I already understood what she meant
I calculated the time, my body would almost collapse at that time.
Ruyue and Kristen join forces to temporarily suppress the backlash of the two polarities before the final replies effect disappears.
Here are green mountains and clear waters, as beautiful as the fairyland on earth, and it is also a good place to bury bones.
I breathed a sigh of relief and promised confidently: Don't worry, I will leave at the right time and will not cause you too much trouble!
So, I stayed at my daughter's house as a guest, and my grandson shouted at me one by one, which was really strange.
Uncle, I want to hear the story!
When Claya was preparing dinner, Little Witt pestered me and asked me to tell him a story
Having Freia's experience, it was not too difficult for me to coax a child, but Little Werte's request made me a little difficult to resist.
I want to hear a story about Dragon Warrior
Dragon Warrior? They are just a group of poor people who are played with by fate. What is there to say about their stories?
Over the years, I have always tried my best to avoid thinking about the past, and I have tried my best to forget my identity, and to remember the past and uncover the scars that have been temporarily covered by time. This is really something that is difficult for me to do.
I refused at the first time, but Little Witt pestered me, grabbed my hand and swung it left and right as if he was acting coquettish.
I just want to hear it! What I want to hear is the story about the current emperor, Darkshownada! When Brother Nino lived here a few days ago, he told me and my friends a lot about him! However, he left before he left. Before he left, his brother told me that in a while, there will be a white-haired aunt. Oh, no, it is uncle who will come here and finish the next story.
It's Nino again!
From beginning to end, this little brat has been secretly calculating me
I can't see through this cheap son at all, and his teacher, Kristen, didn't understand him either
Although he was a disciple of Christine, he had not learned any magic that was best at the Canghailong lineage, except for asking some tips for planting flowers and grasses.
It’s not that Kristen doesn’t want to teach, but that he hasn’t learned it at all
But little Christine and I have never underestimated this guy. In our eyes, this little brat who is always crazy and weird, actually has unlimited potential and unfathomable. This is the consistent annotation of little Christine and I to him.
Cayula is always worried about Nino's future, but she is actually too concerned
Uncle, tell me!
When I was thinking about Nino in a daze, Little Witt was still holding my right hand and begging constantly. Looking at the pitiful eyes that seemed to be about to cry, I suddenly remembered my daughter Freia. I remember that when she was a child, she looked like this when she was lying in my arms and acting cute.
OK, you really want to listen, then I'll tell you! I've compromised
Where did you start? When your brother Nino left, where did he talk?
He talked about the first duel between Emperor Dark and Emperor Sluo of the Demon Clan in the Rift of the Sky! At that time, his heart was dug out by the Emperor of the Demon Clan...
My face suddenly changed. This is really something that hurts the most and doesn’t want to remember!
Nino, you have prepared all this for me carefully. Are you trying to force me to face the scars?
Uncle, Emperor Dark has no heart. How did he survive later? Brother Nino didn't tell me, he said he wanted you to say... Ah, forget it, you are in a bad mood, so don't say it!
My increasingly ugly face still made Little Witt notice. He closed his mouth, and was even afraid of letting go of his hands, sat on the chair opposite the table, and looked at me timidly.
I know that my face just now scared the child. I can speak badly to Little Rafa, but I can't keep my heart to this newly recognized grandson.
Almost as soon as I noticed the expression on his face, I reorganized the muscles on my face as quickly as possible and put on the kindest smile: Uncle is in a bad mood... Uncle likes Little Vite the most, okay, Uncle will tell you the story behind now
Emperor Dark did not die because shortly after his heart was broken, there was a woman who loved him the most in the world who used her life to rebuild a heart for him!
When I said this, I knew that the smile on my face must be even worse than crying
After escaping for twenty years and having nowhere to escape, I finally had to face the mistakes I made in front of my grandson.
A hole was broken into a dam, and the floods that surging out could no longer be stopped, and the same is true for memory.
No matter what happened in the past, whether it was beautiful, sad, painful, or regretful, I didn't want to remember anything in the past twenty years. In the past twenty years, I have made a shell for myself and hid in it, and wanted to completely cut off the past.
But delusion is ultimately delusion. What should come will always come, and what cannot be escaped will eventually be a day that must be faced.
The next whole night, I was entangled by Little Wit, and like a bean, I had to open my memory bank that had been covered with for many years, and say one by one the past events I didn't want to remember and mention.
When I talked about the chapter of the offensive and defensive battle at Tobrook Fortress, the night was already deep. Little Witt sat on a small bench, holding his chin with his hands on my knees, still listening with relish
It was not until her mother, my daughter, had made a dissatisfied sound, that she left in disappointment.
This night, she hardly spoke to me actively, but as an audience member, she listened quietly by the side and never expressed her opinions
I thought it would be painful to talk about my past, but when I mentioned everything to an innocent child and a daughter who was closest to me, the pain in my heart was not as great as I thought.
Mom, I want to sleep with my uncle at night!
You can sleep with your uncle, but you are not allowed to pester your uncle to tell stories at night! It is not allowed to affect your uncle's rest!
I know, mom!
Don’t talk about one thing behind your back. Last time you pestered Brother Nino like this! I know how many bugs are in your belly. If you pester your uncle at night and affect his rest, be careful that I will spank you!
The child's trick was naturally seen through by his mother. Seeing his daughter pretending to be stern to his grandson, a similar scene suddenly appeared in my mind. He also refused to sleep and pestered his father to tell stories to the little boy. There was also a mother who was stern in front of him who scolded him for going to bed early. Their faces were Sheila and the other was Xi'an, our child who died before he was born...
Yes, it's the child who died before he was born, Xi'an!
It was completely unconscious that two tears fell from my eyes and dripped on the back of my hand.
Xi'an, in fact, he has never been born! Xi'an, in fact, he is just an illusion caused by my split personality! Xi'an, in fact, he is just a virtual image created by my fantasy!
Actually, I knew for a long time that Xi'an did not exist at all!
It’s just that I’ve been lying to myself for the past twenty years!
One drop, two drops, and then it kept pouring out like a fountain
The hard shell I had in twenty years was smashed to pieces in this short half day. Without the protection of the hard shell, the exposed heart was actually so fragile that I was extremely out of control and cried in front of my daughter and grandson.
Wow, uncle, don’t cry, it must be that Little Vite is not good, it makes uncle sad!
I cried loudly, and affected by me, Little Witt also started crying. He grabbed my hand and apologized constantly
I bent down and picked up my grandson and cried even harder
My daughter kept looking at our grandparents and grandchildren quietly. Although she did not shed tears, there was also a flash of water in her eyes.
After a while, she took out a handkerchief from her arms and handed it to me
Okay, you are too old! I forgive you! Don’t cry like a child!
I took the handkerchief, but took the opportunity to grab my daughter's hand
Can you stay with me tonight?
I need a straw, a board, and a closest relative, otherwise I don't know how I should spend this night
My daughter looked at me quietly, I looked at her with begging eyes, Little Witt raised his head, his eyes turned back and forth on his grandfather and mother's faces several times, and finally his daughter nodded gently
The night in the mountain village is quiet, people have rested early, and the lights outside the window have already been completely extinguished
Only my daughter, and Little Witt, sat around the fire
I continued to tell the stories I experienced personally over the past thirty years. I omitted the details of my violent violence against Ruyue and replaced it with tragic torture. My daughter might understand some of the mystery, while Little Witt cried and laughed when she heard it.
Very fascinated, I forgot to comment
These stories are all painful memories for witnesses Ru Yue and me, as well as the people who have experienced that era. However, now facing me, the grandson I just met today, I have an inexplicable sense of tranquility. This is what my daughter brings to me
For thirty years, I have never known the existence of this daughter. Among my countless women, Alisa has not left a deep impression on me.
Unexpectedly, I saw my blood in this small mountain village
As I continued to tell, I suddenly had a doubt in my heart: Are these arranged by Nino?!
In the past twenty years, I have joined forces with Christine and I have tried to see the real him countless times, but all of them have failed. In recent years, I have begun to believe that Nino, who has been with Lucifer since childhood, does have his magical places. These places do not belong to this world, but to the gods in heaven.
The story finally tells the present moment. In the quiet night, my daughter sat quietly opposite me, and Little Witt sat on her lap, crying and laughing
Fifty years, more than thirty years of depression and pain, finally received a complete confession
After confiding, I felt that I had let go of something. At least, there was no sign of an attack in the heart. I could no longer be sure whether this was a sad thing. The only thing I did in the past twenty years was to die, but at this moment, my desire to die did not seem to be so strong.
What happened later? Little Witt climbed onto my knees and was still asking
Later, I came here to see you... I stroked Little Witt's head, and something called warmth that seemed to be only found in the distant depths of my memory. My tears kept pouring out again
I have fantasized countless times how it would be like to hold my child on my knees and stroke his head, but I have never had a chance. Yes, no chance.
Nino is a naughty brat, and she can't make me feel this way. As for Rafa, I have met him for only a few times in the past twenty years. Freia... Although I dote on her, she is not my bone blood after all.
What are your plans next? Dad? My daughter asked me
There is no more in this daddy, my father's indifference and sarcasm at the beginning, and there is a lot of warmth. I stared at her, feeling mixed feelings in my heart
To be honest, I don't remember much about what Alisa looks like, but the daughter in front of me really reminds me of those youthful and frivolous years.
I don't know what will happen. The ultimate reply spell has expired. I don't know when I will die or where the bones will be buried. Although your appearance temporarily suppressed my inner demon, I still can't live for a few days. I paused, I lowered my head and thought, not knowing whether I should say that I am about to die. Speaking of this, I raised my head and looked at my daughter calmly.
Maybe Nino said something to them, but my words did not surprise my daughter. She just looked at me quietly, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she was speechless
Alisa has passed away for many years, but I have found my own relatives here, my daughter, she has not inherited the power of my Dragon Warrior, but she is the one I envied the most among my children.
She has grown up in the ordinary since she was a child, living a life that I have thought about but have never lived since I was a child. She grew up peacefully, tranquility, healthy growth, married, and lived a happy life in the paradise.
But the so-called pride of heaven like my devil father and I, the inheritor of the blood of the dragon warrior, had to give up all the original dreams and go to the battlefield to conquer, stained with blood, and trampled on white bones.
In this quiet mountain village, my inner demon has never occurred. I know very well that the inner demon did not disappear, but was temporarily suppressed by positive emotions, allowing me to survive after the ultimate replies spell failed.
I don't know if I should continue to live. For twenty years, I have only one goal: waiting for death
I have imagined the scene where Flaia killed me with her own hands countless times.
However, the growth of the children and the appearance of this daughter in front of me made me more angry twenty years later
Some memories will eventually be sealed
The sky was already bright, and the people in the small village started working for another day. I stood by the door and looked at these simple people. There was no wind and rain in the small mountain village. They were innocent and kind, and did not care about the outside world, nor did they have the plans for people outside to get along with others. I suddenly wanted to stay here forever, and even made a request to my daughter: I built a small house on the mountain and stayed here until I died!
My daughter didn't say anything, and I continued: After I die, just bury me in the mountain! My daughter just nodded silently. I feel very relieved that I can die here and die by my relatives. I have done countless evil in the past half of my life. It is not a pity from God to have such an ending.
My daughter stood up and hugged me, tears flowed into my neck, I hugged my daughter tightly, and tears kept rolling down
I have held Little Freia tightly countless times, because of my pampering and treating her as Sheila's incarnation. Today, I am indeed moved by the deep affection contained in my daughter's words.
Dad, I will forgive you on behalf of my mother! Forgive yourself, forgive yourself!
At that moment, I burst into tears again
I stayed here for two days, and took my grandson Little Witt to run around the mountain, playing the game he wanted to roast for food, and listening to his relish telling Uncle Nino's story about taking him around naughty and making trouble everywhere.
The four words "Happy Family" actually appeared in my in life
During these days, although the inner demons did not appear again, I clearly felt that the effect of the final replies of the spell in my body was constantly weakening and disappearing, and the signs of collapse in my body were getting worse and worse.
On the third day, I obviously went to bed early last night, but in the early morning, I almost couldn't wake up like a sleepy one. It was not until Little Vette playedfully irritated my nostrils with straw that I woke up suddenly in a burst of sneezing.
Uncle, get up! The sun shines on your butt!
After Little Witt woke me up mischievously, he immediately ran to bring me a basin of washing water. Looking at the unparalleled reflection in the water, then looking at the gray corpse spots on his hands and some swollen feet, I already understood that this big collapse of my body was right in front of me, and I could not see the sun tomorrow again.
It's time to leave!
I decided not to say goodbye to my daughter and leave now. I wanted to die here, but now I have changed my mind
People like me, find a place, dig a hole, and then lie down. This is my destination.
As for being dismembered by a wild dog after death, I don't care
My sin, my evil, I can accept it no matter what the ending is.
After getting up, I didn't have breakfast or even say goodbye to Xiao Weite. After leaving a letter to my daughter, I quietly left.
I told her that if I have the chance to meet Princess Ruyue, I apologize to her on my behalf
As my sister Melia said, in fact, I don’t hate Ruyue at all. I just hate myself, but I just refuse to admit it.
Because of my health, I did not leave the village too far, but went to the nearby area to find a rarely visited mountain, then found a piece of open space, dug a hole, and lay down.
I relaxed everything, closed my eyes, and waited for death...
It's time to end! Although I'm still in debt now, it's time to end it all
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