What would happen to you if you dressed as the first beauty in the Shinigami?

What would happen to you if you dressed as the first beauty in the Shinigami?

What would you do if you dressed up as the first beauty in the succulent?

“You shall not die without my permission.” His right hand, full of blood, shivering around my cheeks, as if he wanted to leave his eternal mark on me in this way, and even his voice could hardly contain it. This is the first time I’ve seen in his eyes an emotion called despair. “You said to stay with me forever, you said to love me forever!” Image by Flickr user u.

Everyone knows it’s a mad dog.

He was born with an ominous omen that his parents hated and feared. They were ashamed of his unknown grafts and, from a small age, had publicized the infirmity of their youngest son and the opportunity to avoid excessive contact with the outside world.

But it’s not going to work.

The most suitable next-generation candidate for leadership is the most gifted man in the world, but he unexpectedly renounces his position with his sister.

After that he confined himself to that remote courtyard all day, and no one knew what he was doing.

Except me.

I went through, dressed like a peach tree.

I should have come to the Lord of the Path with the image of a weak beauty. I loved the Lord, so that he might exhaust his strength, and in the battle between the Lord and the devil I would have made the truth of it at the price of his flesh, in order to save the dying Lord.

After swallowing my true Dan, the male lord regained his strength and killed the devil’s head, and finally stood with her in front of my grave and planted a peach tree seedling on my grave to remember.

This is a play that can’t be profited from, and finally put in my hand at the expense of itself.

But I traveled at the wrong time.

Because I’m just a peach tree now.

I have no choice but to stay in my place, and to draw the spirit of the heavens and the earth, and to shake the branches of the trees and make the birds go about in nothing, and let the little creatures nest on me.

I know I’m going through a script like this, but I don’t know when it’ll start.

More precisely, I don’t even know when I’ll be able to refine.

It may take a few days, it may take a few years, it may be a little more uncertain, it may take hundreds of years.

I was thinking of stretching my roots underground to suck water.

Such a day would be too pleasant to accept any forthcoming change.

But it’s not up to me.

Because I’m in the yard of the future villain.

There was a noise coming out of the yard.

The tall man walked into the yard door, and he attacked the black robe, with a silver button on his waist. Men are born with a handsome face, except that they are always a bit green and look tired.

The most striking is the black trajectories under the man ‘ s right neck and his red left eyeballs.

I’m shaking the branches and I’m shaking a lot of untangled peach buds.

Man stopped.

He turned around and headed my way. And We will not stop in vain until he touches my trunk with his palms.

“Be good.” I heard a little bit of his dumb voice warning, “Or else I’ll chop you up for firewood.”

So I stopped shaking.

The man in the black at hand will later become the man in the scene, committing many evils and wanton massacres, leading to the destruction of life.

But now he is only the son of the master of the Genius, who has no career.

I don’t think this should be part of the original story, and I shouldn’t have had such a premature interaction with this demon.

But I’m not sure, because it’s an unprecedented part of the original story, so now I can only take one step.

If we’re lucky, maybe we can live in peace until the day we become human.

On the day when We were dug up in the courtyard, We stood alone in the hills of the Queen of Heaven.

The man went straight into the back hill and headed for my hill.

I remember that day when his left eye was red and he was glowing in a terrible light. And it was not until the man’s rough hand, which held his sword, put it on my trunk, that he lifted me out of the hill, but placed me in his own remote courtyard.

I was so scared and I fell out of the ground with peaches, I couldn’t help it.

I thought it was a fallout. I thought I was going to be cut for firewood.

But he did not, and he was only present every day when he returned to the courtyard, under my tree for a moment, touching my trunk with his hand, complex in colour, and then left without a word.

It’s been a long time, and I don’t know what he wants to do.

I know that in the original story there was a miserable childhood: he was beaten down by his parents, while his only biological sister was always afraid of him because of his power.

When I was a child, I had to reach out to my sister many times and longed for help.

He knew that his might was a deterrent to them, so he chose to follow the path of a dark end, and finally, with his own hands, his parents, and the power of the threads, he became the devil’s head.

Why does a guy like a venomous mad dog sometimes look like that?

I don’t get it.

I’ve come to realize that life is more monolithic than I thought.

He left the yard at 5 a.m. and returned at 3 p.m. and kept himself in the house until the second morning.

I don’t know what he’s doing, but it’s obviously not what I imagined.

My impression of the story is not very clear, it’s just an approximation. But in the light of the work of the head of the devil in the vague memory, I thought it was right to drink human blood all day long.

But that doesn’t seem to be the case.

It seems that reality always pushes the poor people out.

On a day when We were learning from the little spirit of the heavens and the earth, a breath appeared at the door of the courtyard which I did not know.

I had to look at it, and the door opened.

Open to the door and unafraidly exposed large pieces of the graft of the chest. He didn’t tie up long hair and look tired.

I don’t know if it’s my fault he seems paleer than usual.

He looked at the door of the yard, and he said, “What are you doing here?”

It’s a woman standing in front of the yard, and it’s like a six or seven-point look. Her body was a little too tall for a woman, and her sharp eyebrows gave her a little bit of credit.

But I have no feelings for this woman.

“Don’t you care about my only brother?” Women are impatient to talk and walk around, “Are they still so indifferent to their sisters?”

She’s the sister of the devil in the play.

I’m afraid to make any noise and be quiet as a tree.

And the night drew near upon the door of the door. Despite the obvious differences in body size between the two, she does not appear to be indignant.

And while I was watching, I watched as the woman seized her undisturbed jaw, strangling her and forcing her to bow down and look at her.

“Did I tell you to stay quiet?” The color of the 100th night is terrible, and there is a clear warning in the voice.

“You’ll have to listen to me, or your filthy mad dog will be known to all of you. Father will hate you even more. I’m doing it for your own good.”

Now I’m pretty sure it’s not my fault, but it’s more pale and weaker than usual.

He was silent on his lips, and his jaw was scratched by his sister. It’s probably painful, but it hasn’t wrinkled.

He looked at his own sister, slowly down his head.

“I know.”

He seems to have looked in my direction without even looking.

It appeared that the night was satisfied with his obedience and did not deliberately offend him, except that a black and brown pill had been inserted into his mouth to ensure that he could not swallow until he left.

There was silence in the courtyard.

You’re standing there all the time, standing there in your eyes. It’s like a dead water that doesn’t feel any emotional fluctuations.

There’s a wind coming, and my leaves are shaking.

It’s like he’s disturbed by the sound. He’s moving and he’s coming to me slowly.

I’m not going anywhere to touch my trunk. He slowly swung in the direction of the trunk texture and was calm.

“You just saw it. You heard it.” He said, “I’m ashamed, feel sorry for me.”

I’m scared, but I can’t move, I can’t stop shaking.

The magic thread on his right side began to send red light, and he was eager to carry it through his palm to the trunk.

It’s too much power to push me from inside.

I don’t know what he meant, and I don’t even know what I have to do with all this.

But I didn’t say anything, I just locked myself back in the house.

When the night comes, the moon’s teeth rise high.

It was supposed to be very wet at this time of night, but it didn’t hit me with the cold, and there was still hot heat in me. The power of expansion isn’t pure.

I’m in pain. I really don’t understand why.

I always felt something strange before I passed out, and there seemed to be someone watching me in the dream, but I couldn’t see his face.

I think I should ignore something important.

No one was told, but he was reborn.

One second, he was killed in the battle of a mountain of dead bodies, and the man was able to grow in strength after swallowing the splendour, and his wounds recovered. It’s obvious it’s down.

At the moment when the sword pierced itself, with its blemish, the whole world felt free from it.

It should be over.

But no.

The next second he opened his eyes, and he returned to this seemingly forgotten yard, where both the body and the mending went back to his youthful state.

I didn’t want to believe it.

Until he saw the parents who should have been killed by themselves again.

Never thought it was an opportunity for him to reflect on the mistakes of his life, but he thought it was more like a punishment, and he was going to go through this boring life again.

But if you have to say so, that woman is given a chance to defeat herself and a chance to do it again.

Parents who hate themselves as much as they remember themselves, who spend the night fearing their growing power and forcing themselves to swallow the so-called “repressive thread” pills, are trying to control themselves with this easy addiction.

Whether it’s the first time or the second time, I’d like to break their necks.

I’ve been locked up in the yard for a few days, and suddenly I remember something.

In the last battle, the woman gave her life for her life and gave her the chance to win.

This bargaining chip is disgusting.

No wonder, in the final battle, you felt so upset because you saw this fake show?

It’s boring.

He did not think that people could be so dedicated, but simply thought that it was a poor, stupid woman who tried to express himself in such a way, without knowing that he had just fallen apart.

Maybe you should save her. Maybe you should teach her to die for herself.

Growing up a dog of his own, depriving him of his last chance to live and eating the real Dan before his eyes.

It’s good to think.

With such a natural thought, he found the peach tree with a memory of the spirit.

Looks like she’s not a man yet.

He pulls out the trees and plants them in his own yard. And feed it with a spirit, and with the power of a magic thread, to plant it.

Everything should be fine until that woman comes to herself again.

She had no idea why she had come, except that she ran in a panic as if she were in danger of taking her successor’s place.

The bluffing bug.

But she can’t be the boss either. He will never turn his head, and he will spit the pills under his tongue. Because before that, they’ll destroy the door.

He was shocked by the sound of the leaves, and looked at the tree.

The more you look, the less you look.

Why do you keep them like this, or don’t you look like an adult?

He may have been too anxious, or he may have been so upset by the loss of 100 nights that he was able to send a great deal of energy into the trunks.

Perhaps the tree will burst into pieces, and perhaps it will not fall short of the desired adult form.

It’s up to you.

He just went back to the house and did his work.

Until the middle of the night there was a noise in the courtyard.

All the way up to the door.

Somehow the peach tree in the moonlight rose in the wrong season with large flowers and scattered trees.

And the woman who was dazzled under the tree in a white dress, a silver shawl spread out, and her eyes were full of panic.

She’s a beautiful woman, a beauty that will never be forgotten again.

She was hiding under a tree and watched with fear and fear at the door of the house.

Huh.

He slit his lips and covered his eyes with madness.

You have to start with sugar and whips.

He then changed to a nice smile and went down to the tree.

“Are you okay?”

And he heard him ask with such tender and false speech, and reached out his hand to the woman.

Crazy?

I was afraid to try to minimize my existence and to drag my dress to cover for myself. And in the balance of light, the long hair of his silver and white is glistening in the moonlight.

What’s this? Why would I be like this?

I know that in the original scene I should be the beauty of the black-haired ink, and that I should be pursued by countless acculturists because of my face and the fragrance of my peach fragrance, but I should only fall in love with the righteous and gentle lord and be obsessed with the desire to give his life.

Now, why am I acting like this?

I don’t know, but I know this has to do with nowhere.

The tall man standing before me was as if he had taken a black coat in his coat, and could even see his large chest under his undisguised collar.

He crawled on the right side of his chest with a black graft and spread all the way to the neck. He looked at me, and the moon shined on his back, and I couldn’t even see his face.

“Are you all right?” He said, “Don’t be afraid.”

I watched him stretch out his hand in front of myself and decided not to accept this inexplicable kindness.

I opened my mouth and got scared by my voice, “I’m not fine.”

Stammering, like a child who just talks.

I’ve been laughing all my life and my eyes have been swollen. He looked at me, and then he grabbed me in my arms.

The force pulled me from the ground and was forced to close to him.

“It’s all right, it’s all the same with a new adult. You don’t have to worry about anything.” He spoke to me to comfort me.

I’m probably all stiff, but the conditions are still trying to push him away, “too close…”

But I failed.

“Why is this color because of the power of the magic? What’s that smell on you?”

I’m afraid to squeak or move.

I whispered, “Thank you for your kindness, I don’t think I should stay here…”

I meant to say that he would let me go back to the mountains and to nature, and that it would be better to just let me go and not get involved in other shit.

But he didn’t let go.

“Why? Where else would you go?”

“When I found you, you were just a tree of new wisdom. If I hadn’t nourished you with strength, how could you have become human so quickly?”

He sounds unhappy: “I made you, you should be mine.”

“You can’t say that…” I say, but it’s not enough.

Because you’re right.

But think about my white hair, maybe it’s his work. How can he be so rational and so generous?

And I thought, “But I should return to the mountain, where I belong. I appreciate your help in giving me a human face, but I can’t stay here. Those days are over.”

It’s been a long time.

He slowly let me go.

I’m a little worried about this cloudy look, but I try to move on to my tree.

He’s looking at me, and it makes me nervous.

Just as I was thinking about how to get out of this madman’s face as soon as possible, the man spoke.

“I never got anything.”

I looked at him in the face.

“Everyone hates me and wants me to die soon. Right, a man like me can’t live as straight as he can, even if he’s dead. I thought at least I could plant something that belonged to me alone, but you were still afraid of me and tired of me.”

His tone does not know why he has been mixed with frustrations and frustrations, which have overwhelmed my conscience.

Because I know what he’s saying is true.

“I’m not afraid of you…” I whispered, “I just don’t know what happened and you’re mean…”

“Then go.” He looked straight at it, “Let’s leave like everyone, after taking away the benefits I gave.”

“It may not be long before I get killed.” You probably saw what my sister did to me.

Ah, conscience really hurts.

I’m groaning and constantly warning myself that this guy is a lying madman in his original story, but I still can’t leave this man here with his face down.

Although I know it’s because he killed his parents.

This is wrong, I warn myself. Do you want to die? Do you want to be cut and burned by this guy? Isn’t he in Pua?

But I reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

“You… don’t be so low.” I heard myself say, “My tree is still in your yard, and I come to see you from time to time. I’m just trying to use this body to walk. Because it was impossible before.”

My voice has just fallen and I see the fire in the eyes of men.

Somehow, I was unconscious.

It just got confusing.

I left a mark on my wrist, about the size of a coin, flashing red light.

“Then we agreed that you’d come to see me often.” He smiled and said to me, “If you don’t come, I’ll come to you.”

It’s chilling and it feels weird.

I asked him why he was so obsessed with me, and he only said that he was too lonely, that he could barely plant the little leprechauns and only wanted to leave. He was sad, that’s why.

This bullshit is bullshit.

But I can’t say that in front of him.

Because of the strange color of his hair, I dare not leave the courtyard in the daytime. Only when it is dark, I dare to go out in the back of the mountains with a fight that is in vain.

I remember when he gave me the doodle with that kind of scary smile on his face.

“Don’t get caught.” That’s what he said.

I don’t know why, listen to him. I have a feeling that if I was found, it would be terrible for me and the person who found me.

But it felt good to come out.

Maybe it’s because it’s natural, and when I’m standing barefoot on the lawn, I’m blown on my cheeks by the night wind, and the itchy feeling goes down the body and the spirit spreads.

It’s good to be alive.

The more I thought, the less I wanted to have anything to do with the original scene.

I’m selfish, I’m selfish, I really don’t want to sacrifice myself to the world for what’s the end of it.

Shouldn’t he be a lucky son? That would be without my dedication.

And I thought, “At the back of the forest, I snuck out of it.”

A long, white-haired head pours down and is particularly visible under the moonlight.

I think that’s why I’m probably no longer the sweet little peach in the original scene.

I lay on the grass, and I breathed from nature.

So comfortable.

The marks on his wrists were suddenly strung, and the fire stinged. I frowned and looked at the glistening wrist marks.

Well, there’s something like that that keeps me completely free.

I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s a sign that he’s looking for me or something urgent.

I don’t want to.

I tried to ignore the pain on my wrist and bury my face in the grass.

The smell of dew, the fragrance of grass, the smell of dirt and a very nasty smell.

It’s not natural to smell like nitro…

I looked up, and before I could turn my eyes, my wrist was caught.

I’ve got a fight in my head.

It’s a little scary. It’s a lot of energy on my wrist. The red eye on his left was so bright that the light was shining like a beast in a silent night.

What are you doing?

But I think it should be his normal tone, much better than his apparently hypocritical tenderness.

“In … enjoying your time. Didn’t you say I could do what I wanted?” I tried to break it off, but he squeezed it tight and his wrists hurt.

“I didn’t say you could take off the doodle. What if someone finds you?”

“What if I find out?”

He took a deep look at me, and the mood in his eyes boiled.

“Are you really not aware of your situation?”

That’s what he said.

What situation?

I look at my restless face, groaning in a subtle way, and the false expression that I hate.

“The most obvious of the works of the Gentleman is the killing of the devils, who are the people of the right path and cannot bear a single thing. That is why they hate me when I was born with a magic thread, and your body is filled with the magic and power of my past, and in their eyes is the demon that needs to be killed.”

He slowly rubbed my ear with his fingertips.

“Don’t I worry about you? I took you as my friend. Isn’t that all to protect you?”

I’m sick of hearing it, trying to fight it, but I’m still being pushed down by fear.

“You… isn’t it all because you dug me in your yard…”

I whispered that I had seen an undiscovered face in the balance.

And suddenly, his big hand choked my chin, and he squeezed it hard, and my mouth was squeezed, and my words were stuck in my throat.

His eyes are terrible.

“Are you blaming me? You blame me for what I did to you? You know, if it wasn’t for me, you’d be on that hillside for hundreds of thousands of years. I’m the one who planted you, and I’m the only one who can accept you.

I’ve been strangled, and I’m being unreasonable.

What’s wrong with this man? Why is he so pale? Like a mad dog!

I’d like to say something, but suddenly I’m stuck.

He’s got the will to kill him.

And We swerved and looked up to him.

Men look scary and stare at me like that. He used a great deal of force, but the most frightening was the murderous intent he had.

A long time later, I struggled to make a sound.

“I… I was wrong…”

A weak compromise, in return for the sudden release of men across the street, caused me to fall.

He and the two of them who had just been convicted, bending their eyes and laughing with their loathsome smiles, touched the marks of my jaw which he had strangled.

I looked up to him with tears.

“Then let’s go back.” He smiled, and said, “I’ll comb your hair.”

I don’t know.

It’s hard for him to understand the woman’s intention to leave at first. Doesn’t she know she can have her body because of herself? Don’t she understand the simple truth?

But women say they’re scared.

What do people who are so devoted to thinking about the right path do?

He was thinking of a boy like a bug, who seemed to be strong in front of a woman without knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional to show vulnerability in front of a woman.

This behaviour has been insatiable, but must be said to have worked well.

As long as he shows something pathetic. She’s just acting like a woman.

She said she’d visit him often.

But how is that enough? She’s supposed to die for herself. How else can she be robbed? That thing needs her will to get it.

She was left with her own vision on her wrist, in the name of contact and in the form of surveillance.

“What’s your name?” He asked that woman.

She thought about it, and she said, “Yo-yo-yo.”

It seemed to be a name for the rest of his life, but he was not sure, as he rarely remembered the names of people who were irrelevant.

I’ve never seen anything.

He started observing this woman.

She was afraid to be seen in the trees in the day.

You think you’re ugly? That’s what she said.

“You’re not ugly.” He said so with Yao-yo.

The woman seemed surprised, unconsciously touching her hair.

You think silver white hair is ugly? Indeed, it seems that it is generally only magic that has such hair.

It’s full of bad spirits.

There is no shame in the colour of her hair, and she will be repulsed by the guidance, so she will remain with herself.

It doesn’t matter if it’s not a willing moment, first of all, to cut off her and others from the possibility of having sex.

Yao has little courage, but she has compassion.

When you come here at night to find trouble, Yao Ying-yu, though he has been hiding in the trees, feels that she’s been watching.

In order to cover her breath, she spreads her breath in silence.

“Are you a wild dog?” Your breath is everywhere. It’s disgusting.”

“…sorry.”

It’s just a routine to send him those pills, to make a mockery of them, and then to leave.

Every time she leaves, Yao Ying hides under a tree and looks at herself.

I don’t know if that’s what compassion looks like.

It’s disgusting, but it’s worth it.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He said, “I’m used to it.”

Yao Ying seemed to have not thought he’d talk to her, and he was a bit scared to look away.

“What for?”

“No one should like to be seen like themselves.” She whispered, like she was thinking about herself.

“It’s not so bad, it’s probably going to be a long time.”

Yao Yin stopped talking and slowly came out of the tree.

She’s really beautiful. She can smell the peach blossoms if she doesn’t.

“It’s gonna be okay.” He heard Yao Yin say that.

Yeah, everything’s gonna be fine when you kill them all. I’ve been thinking about it, but I’m smiling at Yao.

“Thank you for your concern.”

He’s never done anything like that, showing good faith to others or anything. But I feel like I should do well.

Because Yao Ying seems not to be as scared at first.

Sugar and whips, at least the hardest part of it can do on its own.

This evening, he intended to continue his work in isolation, but the insight attached to a woman ‘ s wrists has been a source of disturbing information.

If he closes his eyes, he can see the woman’s face through that.

She spins barefoot on the grass and laughs so well.

Why didn’t she smile like that?

Inexplicably, it’s annoying.

He saw Yao’s compassion take off the porcupine and show his long hair in silver and white.

It’s so tight that the unspoken anger is raging.

What is she doing? What if someone sees her like that? What happens if someone else sees her? How dare she?

Bringing a piece of his own is about to expose himself to the anger of others and to burn his mind.

He needs her back here now.

But Yao-yeon chose to ignore.

This made her even more angry, and he came to her almost without much thought.

Women’s faces are confused and frightened.

Again.

Why are you scared? You have to be grateful for love until you’re dead, don’t you?

I’m so upset. He thinks he’s done everything he’s done. Why doesn’t this woman like herself?

That doesn’t make sense.

Sugar and whip, it’s time to whip.

Yao Ying is really scared. She was sharp, she felt her own blood.

But I did not really intend to do anything to her, just to make her understand her identity.

She apologized.

That shivering look can easily inspire compassion, even softening.

But it was nothing but touching the traces of her jaw that she had been made out of herself.

Is that how it feels to have something? He’s thinking. Looks like Yan Liang was surrounded by so many women before he died.

If I could, I’d like to leave some more marks on her.

When he said he was going to brush my hair, he took me back to his house.

It’s just that outside the door he blocked it with a seal.

For the first time, I entered his house, which was unexpectedly narrow, with nothing, and which was so old that it was inconceivable that it was the house of the master’s son.

I didn’t dare to move around and stand in front of the door, wondering if I wanted to go in.

A large, warm hand squeezed on my shoulder and sprayed the heat in my ear: “Why don’t you stand at the door?”

I’d like to jump out of here under conditions, but the strength of that hand is stinging my shoulder.

You’re laughing at me and you’re putting me in the house.

The door closed behind me.

I sat at the table, staring at my eyes, and was afraid to take a look at this house.

I don’t believe that I was going to brush my hair until he came out with some old wooden teeth.

“Come here.” He’s smiling and he’s making me feel a little chilly.

I didn’t move, but he didn’t get mad. He leaned on his own and pulled up a silver hair comb.

For a moment, it’s a lot softer than I thought.

In the quiet of both, I can hear my breath and heart beating, which is particularly obvious.

“Look at you like this, you’ll be hunted down by the people of the right path.” And suddenly, without a trace, he said, “Peachflower, I’m trying to protect you, because you’re the first person to show me kindness.”

I look at: “Good will…”

“They all want me dead, only you, looking at me with that kind of compassion. We should be the same, and we are all repulsed by the outside world because, in their view, we are the bad things.”

I know he’s in PAUA with me, but that’s a great reason. I can’t refute him.

He’s right. I’m full of magic now, and it looks more like a monster than a leprechaun. If the man of the original scene had seen it, he would’ve stabbed me right in the face.

It’s scary to think.

“I’m afraid you’ll get hurt and you’ll be safe only if you’re with me.” I made you, created you, and now I’m protecting you. I’m the only one you can believe in in this world.”

I was silent for a moment and I thought seriously about how to respond to him.

“When I could only endure chaos standing on the hills, I had contact with other human beings.” I opened my mouth so slowly that I tried to keep my voice calm and not shy, “They are all good and brave human beings. I don’t think… I don’t believe they’ll hurt me or treat me rudely.”

I don’t know if it’s my fault to brush my hair, and suddenly my hair’s sore, and my skin is a little painful.

But it felt too fast to make me wonder if I was too sensitive and misperceptive.

“What do you know about humans? You’re just a young leprechaun.”

“I believe, at least, that man’s original humanity.” I tried to talk to him.

I don’t know.

The awkward silence is between us.

It was as if it had been a long time before he had groaned and squeezed my neck with warm fingers.

It was as if he were pacifying a cat, and he was close, and I could even feel his breath on the back of his neck.

“You’re a woman who doesn’t know anything and loves to talk back.”

I can’t move, I’m stiff.

“Sexual? Only those who have not experienced pain will say so. You think they’re all good people, but do you know what they’ve done?

I could hear a lot of anger, so I stopped trying to refute him. My neck is in his hands, and he can snap my neck whenever he wants.

“Peachflower…” I heard him groaning, “Why don’t you choose to trust me?”

Suddenly, the eyes were black and the ears were ringing.

I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but I was paralyzed first. With no strength, I leaned back in my undisturbed arms against his face.

His eyes were not so much disappointed as with other meanings.

I can’t read, or I’m too late to read, and I’m completely in the dark of a coma.

And when I woke up, I realized that my soul had been sealed in a silver gauze.

I couldn’t break the seal back into my body, and after repeated attempts to break it, I accepted my destiny.

But what does he want?

I could have seen the face everywhere, and now he has no face, even a terrible feeling. I can feel him all over me, like I’m getting ready for something big.

But what makes this monster so nervous?

My consciousness went into a house with him.

But just as he walked into the door, a cup fell in front of him and fell into pieces on his side of the door.

“Who gave you permission to walk so far in the Sonmen?”

A man’s roar.

And I saw in the house a couple who were of old age, and the man was angry, and the woman was watching.

The men’s five officials are very much alike.

I suppose they are the masters of the Gentleman, the parents of the night and the parents of the earth.

“Father.” “I haven’t seen you for a long time, and I’ve heard you’ve been in a lot of pain lately.

“How do you do?” The master laughs, and he laughs at the unending nose, “Do you deserve to call yourself my son? How many times have I told you not to show up in front of me?”

“Relax yourself. Don’t spoil yourself for that. He’s your child after all.” “How hard did your father spend so much energy to cover up what you were born to be cursed by magic?

I don’t know.

When the master saw him like this, he opened his mouth with a smile: “He doesn’t feel guilty, I think it’s better if he dies.”

I felt my whole life in a tight, even shiver.

I’m so sorry.

But there’s still something sad about the hater and it’s not easy for him.

“The son came this time to say something to his parents.” He slows down.

The man and the wife were waiting to hear what he was going to say.

“I know it’s not right that I caused a little disturbance in Jommen a while ago. Even though others did not see the magic threads on me, I heard from my sister that there were rumours that I wanted to compete with my sister for the post of head, and that I wanted to make it clear to my parents that I had no such thoughts.”

The couple in charge across the street did not seem surprised, but showed some relief.

“You didn’t deserve to compete with your sister. How can the master of the Gents give it to a monster? You’re going to announce it to everyone in front of the Pope another day… but keep it under cover and cover your breath.”

The head of the house is in the wrong hands.

“I understand.” “No one’s going anywhere.”

That’s what looks like.

I’m following my every career. He was walking along the most remote road in Jommen, which seemed to be his intention to return to his yard.

until he was brought down by night.

“What did you and your parents say?” “What did I say to you, as long as you don’t think about what belongs to me, your sister will do for you.” Why did you go to your parents?”

“I went to them and told them that there were rumors recently that I would compete for the seat of master, and that I would make clear to the people in Chengmen that it was not true.”

It’s quiet and emotional, like talking about something that has nothing to do with it.

It’s just a little better when you’re in the dark. She went up and down and took a look at this little brother of hers.

I’ll keep an eye on you.”

She left after she had said that, and before she left, she kept a glimpse of standing still.

The man stood there alone, with his hands clattering and his body shaking in small measure.

I think he must be having a hard time right now.

Indeed, there is no evil head who is willing to walk on the way, and there is a reason behind him that I do not know.

I can’t feel it when it’s written on paper. It’s just the background of the story.

But right now, when things really happen before my eyes, it is very difficult not to feel sympathy for a person who has grown up as a normal human being and who has three visions.

But to think in the opposite direction, I think I am not quite a normal three-viewer, having learned of him, who will kill his parents and sister, massacre his soul, stir up his world and turn him into a bloodthirsty monster.

I have often warned myself that there must be pity for those who hate, but can that justify what he will do in the future?

He has no right to kill innocent people indiscriminately, even though he has such a tragic life.

Revenge is never the right path.

But even so, I felt sympathy for him.

No, I’ll still say myself too well.

Undeniably, We have created mercy for him. From the point of view of having a happy family and a happy life, he is above all mercy.

And I’m a little sick of myself knowing that.

Where’s the sense of superiority? He’s a human being, and he doesn’t want to be born like that. It’s not his choice. How can that be my reason?

I was silent until I returned to his yard without a trace, until he squeezed the machine and released my vision out of the silver and jade and returned to the body.

He stood in front of me, gentlely pulling my ear to pieces.

“You see, no one treats people like us with kindness. I won’t lie to you.”

I don’t know why, he had a light smile in his eyes, like trying to prove something.

Would you rather put yourself in that situation just to prove the ugliness of humanity?

He’s really twisted.

I took a deep breath and suddenly reached out to his neck and gave him a brief hug.

“It’s hard. Everything will be fine from now on. I’ll be with you.”

It’s obvious that I’m stuck on my waist without being pushed away.

His body was shivering a little.

“Be with me? Will you stay with me?”

Behind his invisible eyes, my eyes were dazzled and my face opened, but my voice was tender.

“Well, you’ll always be there for you, and you won’t, and you won’t have to suffer so much.”

So he hugged me back in his arms, and he was so strong and so painful.

I accepted his strength and looked down to cover my emotions.

And I will change him to at least one more sin not to die.

I do not believe that this is a kind of salvation, because I am not the hero, nor am I the Virgin.

It is not right for me to stand on my side, hoping to be able, when it is still time, to let the world know that it is not right to take revenge on others for their bad past.

He should be prevented from killing innocent people indiscriminately and from becoming completely hostile to the entire world.

If what he wants now is the kind company of others, then at least I can do it.

I am not fighting harm for the people, and I think that everyone should have another chance, not to go the wrong way.

Especially when everyone is hostile to him, one may be saved at a time.

I’ll tame this mad dog.

When she heard Yao Yin from all walks of life, she did not think that people would hurt her, because when human nature was good, he risked losing control of himself and pushing her to the ground with long silver and white hair.

But he put up with it and kept combing her’s hair and crushing her under the nose.

Women’s necks are so white and thin, they can’t stop squeezing. Her back neck, she felt life beating under that thin skin.

Just a little bit of yourself, she’ll die.

Why is she so vulnerable and so weak? It’s gonna get him moved and he’s gonna get upset.

But he can’t just kill her now, and he needs her later.

With this in mind, there is a long groaning.

“Peachflower why don’t you choose to believe me?”

He squeezed the machine with his fingertips and pulled out her mind from this body.

I watched yao’s eyes open and fell back and into his arms. There was also confusion and fear in the eyes, and then the eyes were drawn.

He put God in his silver buttons, looked at the woman in his arms and stood up and held her to her bed.

“Don’t worry, peaches.” He murmured, “You won’t think that soon, you’ll have to follow me deadly.”

He had a little argument with a few of his disciples, broke their hands and feet and was sorely yelled at by his own son-of-a-bitch father, took the yard back and warned not to show up.

This was also the reason for the visit a few days ago.

It’s a good little chance.

I’m not going anywhere, but I’m tired of covering my neck. He went straight to the house of the masters.

He can feel that Yao’s compassion awakened on the road.

It was a good time for him to smile.

The old man was angry, scolded at his nose and killed himself.

You have no idea what you’re talking about, you have to answer with one voice.

I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not going to take my place with you.

But the more the old man scolded, the less he spoke, the more excited he was.

So he can barely keep his body under control and shake.

Scold it, the more mean it is. And show your uglyness to Peachflower, because that’s what human nature is, there is no goodness or sincerity, and even among your loved ones, because of this kind of magic, that you hate to die.

Come on, show those faces.

When the purpose of the residence was achieved, the crazy woman was found on the road. She always hated it, like a bug.

It would have been impatience, but when it came to thinking that the peach blossoms were still watching, it was too hard to put up with it and leave it to rot.

This stupid woman still thinks she’s obsessed with getting the attention of the old man and thinks she’s important to herself.

She won’t live long.

And there was no end to it, but it was in the heart of it, and it was answered with its eyes low, and it was sent forth all night.

Bug-like guy, he spits in his heart.

When he returned to the courtyard, he closed the boundary at the door of the house, as usual, so that the God of Yao’s mercy could be released.

She wakes up in the flesh and looks in her eyes with undisguised sorrow and compassion.

There are other complex emotions, but the unfailing perception of emotions is limited to a keen sense of hostility, and others are somewhat retarded.

So he chose to ignore and to smote her.

“You see, no one treats people like us with kindness. I won’t lie to you.”

That was a word of frustration, but he had to play that role.

Isn’t that what women like? See men showing themselves vulnerable. He thought that the smile of the victor was already on his eye.

After all, love is too easy to get.

You see, I can do things I can do.

She’ll soon be impressed by sympathy.

Get lost.

But the next second, Yao’s sudden embrace scared the whole world.

He even squeezed her waist in conditions, and his fingertips tried to touch the door behind her neck, but he survived.

He heard Yao-yeon say that from now on everything will be all right and that she will be with herself.

What?

She’s been learning her way around her waist, and it tastes like something called a hug.

When she promised to stay with herself, she could no longer be able to control her emotions and strength and strangle her.

Behind Yao Yin’s invisible, he opened his eyes, his pupils shrunk, and he showed some terrible smiles.

He can’t contain his little tremors because of extreme excitement.

Isn’t that good?

It’s too easy to get a woman.

He tried to calm himself down, but he was not allowed to do so in a hot mood.

Unlike the bloodthirsty impulse to want to kill, he is now truly feeling what it is to have something of his own.

And they really want to be what they are.

Now that she has made a commitment, she will never leave.

He would not have let her go even if he would not have been able to receive her.

It’s the first time someone’s said to stay with him.

It’s been a long time since I’ve laughed.

“If you lie, I’ll kill you.”

He heard himself whispering.

It is true that the entire world has announced publicly that it will give up its next position as head of government.

That surprises me, because that’s not the case.

In the original scene, he must have slashed his parents before his sister was ready to take over, then cut her into a stick, washed the whole of his door and left and infiltrated into magic.

Now he publicly declared to him that he had no intention of participating in the next battle, and then he locked himself up in his own remote yard.

Nobody knows what he’s doing in there.

Except me.

I sat on my own tree, barefooted my legs and looked under the tree.

Men lie under the trees and rest. He’s actually very well-bred, snout lips, kind of unforgettable.

But it’s too aggressive, too vicious, too consciously scared to look at him more or look at him.

But now he is lying on the lawn in peace, with his shirt slightly open and his arms closed.

Why would anyone want to sleep on the floor? And open your collar and catch cold.

And We looked down at him, and fell down from a tree, and looked at him.

Nice nose.

If he’s been so quiet, he can’t. Who’s gonna believe this guy is a murderous demon?

But I don’t understand why he hasn’t been out of the yard since he announced that he won’t fight his sister for a seat.

Because he won’t go out, and I can’t go out. He’s out there. I can’t break it.

It’s not at all what we agreed.

I groaned with my head down and I consciously tried to poke his nose.

The wrist was choked by a warm hand.

And We face the laughter of the eyes of men, and the narrow eyes of the right and the right, and of the wrong colour, see my panic.

“Do what, peach blossom?” He smiled at me.

I don’t know if it’s my fault, but it seems like he’s been in a very good mood these days in the yard.

“No… nothing.” I was a little weak, and then I was hard-headed and he said, “What else can I do?” Nothing can be done here.”

He turned over, he lay on my side, and he looked at me with one arm.

“…no.” I was suddenly so depressed when he looked at me like that.

Not so much as not.

“But you look reluctant.” He showed me my little disguise.

I’ve been holding out my hand, swiping a silver hair around my fingertips. He always brushes my hair around my hair.

But he doesn’t know how to comb his hair, and he always pulls it so hard that I don’t dare protest.

And yesterday, he suddenly had to braid me, and he almost got my hair tied.

“Don’t do it again!” I protested with him.

But it’s all about looking at me, “Why?”

“Because…” I’m in my heart because you’re not doing well. But I’m afraid to say. “Because I can do it myself.”

“I like to help you. That’s what friends do, right? I don’t know, because I’ve never been friends.”

Again.

He did it again.

It was as if it had been intentional, saying something that made him uncomfortable to say no. I think it’s kind of like a PUA, and I think he’s probably actually a green tea.

But I don’t think he can understand what he’s doing, because he’s supposed to be a man who doesn’t know what he’s going to do. If he wants anything, he’s going to go for it. How can he bother talking?

With such an idea in mind, I feel more and more that maybe he has something serious to say.

For example, he said he had never had a friend, like he said he had never had anything of his own.

“Peachflower, what are you thinking?” I’ll come back with a finger in my ear.

“Ah, ah, nothing, just thinking.”

“What is it?”

“Well…” I snuck into his face. Men are still smiling, looking hypocritical, but with an attitude to ask: “I wonder why you were born with a magic thread.”

A hundred years ago, the sun was filled with cyborgs, a moment of complexity, and then returned to that obnoxious and hypocritical smile.

He reached out to my face and quickly left a red mark on my side.

“Maybe it’s a curse. Maybe it’s a divine arrangement. You’re so curious, you’ll be caught by the bad guys.”

You’re the only one who wants to burn me. My abdominal.

“But I can understand, it looks scary.” He kept talking.

Sitting up all the time, splattering the already loose and broken collar with your hands. The strong chest was completely exposed. From the right neck down, it spreads through the chest, without entering the lower part of the abdomen, and the black crosses it.

He was staring at me without blinking, and the radians of his mouth were disappearing: “Look at it, it’s disgusting because it’s the same thing that’s cursed.”

“How can you say it’s something, it’s a complete person?” I rebut that, immediately after looking at his chest, “You … in broad daylight, do not be so exposed. No, it’s not.

(c) Disregarding men and women. I’m silent.

But he’s got a really good body.

I didn’t think I’d say that.

He was then made to laugh by “scrambles” and immediately put on an uninvited look, reaching close to me and pulling my wrist.

“Are you shy?”

“Can’t I?” I do. “Why do you pull your collar off and show it to others? It’s like being a hooligan.”

The whole world is laughing with a heartful smile.

He laughed loudly, because I was close, and the vibrations of his chest came along.

Man’s body is hot.

“You’re so strange. I’ve never heard such a thing. What do you know about a leprechaun? I thought you didn’t even know anything about females.”

“I’m a leprechaun, but not a stupid woman.” I argued with him, and somehow moved back, trying to stay away from him and keep my own safe space. “and I distinguish between females and males as I know that people need their own safe distance.”

“What is the safe distance?”

I seem to be asking questions in good faith, and suddenly remember that he has no friends and that his family is so ostracized from him that it does not seem to know much about communicating with others.

So I stood up to him and said, “It’s just that people need to keep a certain distance when they communicate.”

“How do you know about humans?”

“Cough …” I choked and quickly made up the excuses: “Because, because when I’m in the back of the forest, I see humans near me. They all keep their distance.”

“Why?”

“It’s more polite and comfortable.”

And if he thought about it, he suddenly came closer. And I was struck by his face, which he could not keep close to it, and was swooped back, and he took it back.

This is so close that I can see the reflection of his eyes.

“But I think it’s more comfortable to be closer.”

He lets out another hand to pick up my hair and play around, even sniffing under his nose.

“You said you’d stay with me all the time, so why keep your distance?”

“Because of the red color of my face, I stammered up, “because it would make me feel more comfortable, and it would upset girls with your intimacy.”

“You don’t look unhappy.”

“How do you know?”

I’ve looked everywhere. “I am sensitive to the negative emotions of others. I can immediately detect feelings of hostility, hatred, rejection and murder. But peaches, you don’t have those feelings. You don’t hate me for doing this.”

He’s a good-looking man.

And he turned his lips, and suddenly he looked towards me, and his face was not good.

“You don’t like me doing this, do you? Peaches, it’s kind of interesting.”

I swear I’ll never talk to this lunatic again.

He said that without changing his face and laughing, and I really did think about myself.

But that’s not necessary, and he’s about to make me doubt myself.

That’s a really unpopular guy.

Life in the courtyard continues in this way, with no meaning in the day-to-day conversation, with little and little fun, as if it were true and ordinary, and many times I was told to forget that he was a villain in the play.

Ever since he announced that he would not contest the throne, he has never been here again.

She probably didn’t think it was necessary to figure out how to control her brother, or maybe she didn’t want to have too much to do with her career, but I thought it would be good for each other.

I’m a little chilly when I think of the end of the story.

Such a day would have been good enough, and I really don’t even think it’s possible to live like this and become a real monster.

Until it happens.

And now, right now, standing in front of the yard.

I was hiding in the trees, sneaking to see the man standing at the door.

He was out of shape, dressed in a white shirt, with a nice ink on his head. Men are handsome and well-bred, with a gentle fragrance around them, but their strength is not difficult to discern.

He had a long sword on his waist and a “face” on his handle.

I’m heavy.

The man of the original scene.

Why is he here?

Yansheng stood outside the gate and was taking a close look at the yard.

According to the original story, you will not be able to find a career at this time. He was a disciple under the Beneficent Sons of Heaven. He was favored by his master and had no future.

But the son of the master killed the man and wife and slain the door to the devil. Then he escaped with the mistress, and when he returned, he saw the corpses of his master and his companions, and vowed vengeance, so that the main thread of the story could unfold.

I don’t know when he was killed in the original scene, but he wouldn’t have publicly announced his withdrawal. He could not have been threatened to give up even if he had been repulsed by the masters and feared at the same time, but only by his own initiative and will.

But that’s not the story, but it did happen.

I’ve got a headache.

Yan Liang is still standing in front of the yard. Look far away, like a gentleman.

I’m a little curious to see a human face from a tree, stretching my neck and trying to look more clearly.

But as soon as I moved, I looked in the eye.

I’m scared, I’m going to hide.

I’m sure he’ll think I’m some kind of evil that’s gone wrong.

“Girl.” So, you’ve opened your mouth, you’ve got a soft voice, you’ve got a comforting sense of peace, and you’ve been very sincere.

I dragged the branch in case I slipped out of the tree and looked.

There’s nothing going on over there. I don’t know what I’m doing.

But what if he and Yan Liang meet now? Even though he doesn’t hate him now, he’s not allowed to do anything that a madman can’t.

So I slightly raised my voice to him: “The man is not supposed to be here, leave.”

“Why? I have been instructed by my master to convey something, and ask him if he is here?”

There is a power that can calm people.

It’s probably the man, warm and reliable.

And even if he had seen my silver hair, he would not have revealed his enemy’s face, but he would have spoken to me openly.

I came down from the tree and looked at the house and then approached the door of the yard.

I couldn’t get to the border, but I could look at him in a few steps: “I’ll give it to you, you put it on the ground.” Get out of here.”

If you don’t leave, the mad dog won’t be out soon. I’m talking silently.

And he looked down at me, and he looked at me as he looked at himself, and I was embarrassed.

“The girl is…” and suddenly says, “The demon…”

And I was astonished, and I was unconsciously swung in my own tail, and I said, “Well, uh, trees and tree demons.”

“This way.” If he thinks about it, he smiles like a spring wind. “Girls are beautiful, they are not mortal, and they are not mistaken.”

Don’t laugh! I’m in the dark.

“But why does the girl always ask to leave soon?” And he looked at me, and he said, “Well, isn’t there something in there?”

I didn’t have time to talk, and suddenly my hand came up to me.

I watched his hand as if nothing had happened, and I walked through the border and approached me.

Suddenly, from my side, a large hand came forth, and a fine wrist was gripped.

The horror of oppression came from behind.

I was dragged back by a force and thrown into a warm arms. I look up, and I see all the scary faces I can rip out.

From my point of view, there’s his tiny-rolling throat and his very pale face.

Why is he sweating so much? It’s hot.

His eyes are red.

Locked me in his arms in a rounding position, while the other held his hand firmly in his hand. He must have been strong, and I could see the twigs on his back and the wrinkles of his head.

“What are you doing?” All the time.

He tried to pull his arm back, but he couldn’t move, but he opened his mouth: “It was just a look on the girl’s shoulder that left a petal, and he tried to throw it away”.

“So your hand doesn’t mean to, does it?” It doesn’t seem as scary as before.

And he revealed a defiant deformation: “Do not mind, do something, do something. Be self-righteous.”

“Did you know him before and after?” It’s a little displeasure, too, and the spirit is rolling around. “It’s a bit rude to say something, no-one. Meet him. He’s the master’s progeny.

“Did you not listen to the old man when you were his boy?” “What can a mad dog need? Besides, do I look like I care what you are?”

The power of both men broke out and, in the shadows, the boundaries of the gates were almost torn apart.

I’m caught between these two forces and I feel like I’m bored.

And it looks like they’re about to fight.

Why is it that two people at this node don’t have a grudge?

I’m pulling out all the sleeves.

“This man says he’s here to give you something.”

He looked down and looked at me, as if it had been for a while, before he suddenly took his breath away and let loose his hand.

I’ve seen a long, dark circle of blue on my wrist.

Hiss… looks painful.

“Okay.” He’s still pale, but he’s pulling off some of the hypocritical and indescribable smiles I usually see, “What do you want?”

And he hid the hand behind him, and the other hand brought out a long box from his arms.

“The master commands that he be handed over to the Master.”

“Well, throw it on the floor.” And he said, “Well, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you’re like two guys who just tried to kill people.”

He frowned on his words, but didn’t say anything, but looked at me in depth again, and then he left.

I’m not free until I can feel my breath.

I moved in his arms after a long silence: “Let go of me.”

“What’s the safe distance?” He looked down at me and didn’t mean to let go, “Did I tell you not to let anyone see you?”

“He didn’t hate me because of my magic.” I tried to give him a good man’s impression, “You see, he doesn’t treat you differently, he must be nice.”

I don’t know if it’s my fault he’s in a bad mood again.

“Good guy? Isn’t it the first time you’ve seen him? How did you come to that conclusion?” “I won’t tell you twice, but stop pissing me off.”

I ate the pain and felt the cold will to kill.

He seems serious.

I’m getting farther away from my dream of freedom. Can I really tame him?

It’s just a feeling of being trapped.

Ah, but he did.

Physically.

“Know … Know.” I struggled, “You hurt me…”

The strength of the shoulder suddenly disappeared and when I looked up, he was no longer there, as if he had gone back to the house and closed the door.

They disappear together, and there are boxes on the ground.

It hurts again.

Every month, the undiscovered graft is sorely painful that it lasts for about three days each time, and the degree of pain is increasing with its annual physical spread.

This time too.

He kept himself locked up in his house and his shirt faded off. He had a curvature in his neck, he had his muscles tied up, he had suffered so painfully that he was bloodless and sweaty that he had his eyes reddled with fierce blood.

In the last lifetime, it was too painful to be too painful, and it was also short-lived to become an uncontrollable killer and to spread.

Their own suffering should not be borne alone, but should also be unleashed on others.

The back teeth were gnawed and the throat was sore as to sound like a beast. He felt that consciousness was starting to get confused.

In a state of soberness and confusion, he sensed a nasty scent.

The familiar, disgusting breath.

And peach blossoms.

He wore his coat almost instantaneously and arrived at the door of the yard.

What’s that obnoxious guy doing here?

And what’s his hand doing?

Even more annoying is why peaches don’t mean to hide.

The reason for wanting to kill is one after another.

When you’ve dragged Yao’s mercy all the time, you’re still a little confused. He was strangling his hand so hard that he thought it would be better to break it now.

He should not be his opponent.

But unexpectedly, he was confronted with a good spirit.

At the moment of the eye-to-eye encounter, the strength and the spirit of the two men had already come together several times.

If it wasn’t for Yao’s pity on his sleeve, it might have continued.

But the choice is to let go of the good hands.

Peaches is still watching.

Yan-sook left quickly.

He should have suffered too, and he should have lost a lot of energy by struggling against himself.

It hurts again.

I went to the house before my own murderous madness spread out.

The moment the door closed, he almost fell on the ground with a soft knee.

The chest was up and down, sweatballs were rolling down, and the magic thread was flashing like some kind of an inalienable monster.

Hot, hot.

I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t breathe.

In pain, he slowly opened the box.

It’s empty.

And when I was in the air, I knew, and I laughed.

I see.

Did the old man do something different because he did something different than his life?

I think it’s because I’m so upset about what I’m doing.

It seems that, both in the past and now, you have to be connected to yourself like a mud that can’t be dumped.

In his last life, too, he said he wanted revenge for the old man, so he chose against himself.

Are you being treated as a pawn against yourself now?

Whoever it is, it’s so fucking annoying.

Want to kill, want to kill. Breaks the neck, rips out the internal organs, breaks the hands and feet and throws them at the dogs.

In the bitterness of the pain, it is dangerous to lose sense again.

The door was suddenly knocked.

Peach flowers spill into the room.

“Are you all right?” The voice of Yao’s compassion came out of the door, and it revealed some hidden fears, “You looked like you were in a bad state, all right?”

All the way to the doorboard, all the way across a thin sheet, and breathed deeply.

It’s a little greasy, but not heavy.

Did you ease the pain?

No, it still hurts.

But for the first time, there was someone around me, more than alone.

Despite a doorblock.

This is new, as it is the first time that a man who is close to himself does not want to be killed while the crossline is gone.

It’s because I have other plans for her.

“…it’s all right.” The voice of the endless voice, like a man who has been thirsty for days without drinking water, “You stand there and don’t move.”

“Is she sick?” She asked behind the door.

Are you sick? The beams of the house are dying. Maybe. Why do you hate her so much? Is it really because she’s so possessive, or is she afraid she’ll leave with Yanyan and repeat what happened in her life?

Shindan will be his own, not his own, but his own.

He is the one who survives to the last and wins on the face of the right path.

But there’s nothing like it.

“…maybe sick.” “I’m sorry I hurt you, but you stay here, don’t go, don’t move.”

Mumbling, in the fragrance of radiant peach blossoms, the eyes of the eyes are closing.

It’s late.

He woke up, and the cold of the night licked his naked upper body cold. The burning pain has receded, the sweat beads are dry, and they’re very sticky.

The machine was emptied, the coat was grabbed and the door opened.

He stepped out and stopped at the door.

On the outside of the door, sitting in front of the wall, is the sleeping Yao-eun.

She was covered in a thin dress, covered in silver hair, sitting barefoot on the ground and sleeping with her hands in her head.

Look far away, like a turtle.

How can you sleep in such a position?

How long has it been since you lost your mind? How long has it been?

It’s a pain in the ass.

What’s left of it?

He fell on his knees and touched the top of a woman in bed with cold fingers.

She seems cold. Also, the cold at night was so cold that she herself had previously let her sleep in the house, but she persisted in refusing on the grounds that men and women were not close.

I don’t know where it came from.

I’ve thought about it all, tearing my coat off, and I don’t mind wearing it naked and wearing it on women.

In the light of the moon, the shadows were extremely quiet and the power did not wander.

The old man’s still so restless.

Then find a way to keep him completely calm.

I looked at that peach tree in my eye. The peach blossoms on that tree haven’t been thanked since yao took a human form.

Peach flowers full of a tree.

“I’m doing it for their own good and for your own good.” All of a sudden, he spoke to himself and his eyes fell on the woman who slept in front of him.

“Or else they will find you, and how can they accept a magic? You’ll understand and appreciate me, because I did it for you.”

He returned to his house and grabbed a black coat and took his sword.

“Be thankful to me later, peaches.”

When I woke up, I was lying on a bed without a soul, covered in his clothes.

I secretly remember waiting at the door of his house, where he could hardly tell his fragile voice to stay, so I was really soft.

He looked like he was sick.

I don’t know when, wait and fall asleep.

This is it when you wake up.

But where’s the whole place?

I came out of the house, and the sun was coming down, and the sun was pouring out of the yard, and there was an inexplicable depression and loneliness.

I took a deep breath and touched my own tree.

Nose tip.

What’s this smell?

It’s rusty. It’s very rusty.

Wrong.

Is … blood smell?

I’m up and I’m running to the front of the yard.

I’ve been stopped by the border, but it won’t stop the smell of blood outside. No mistake, it’s so glamorous that it’s spilling in from the outside.

I was horrified, forced down, and I smitten, and I tried to make a sound.

What happened?

Did he go to the slaughterhouse?

But why? Doesn’t make sense? Why would he do that?

Is it because… you saw Yan’s life?

What’s in that box?

I thought about the box that Yansheng had in his hand, and I wanted to go to the house right away.

But a few steps back, I couldn’t move.

Turning around, a man appears a little bit from outside the border.

It’s a black man with a long sword covered in blood and a spatter of blood on his cheeks, and he’s walking at a bit of a false pace.

His black shirt looked a little wrong, and it felt a little reflective. When he approached the border, I smelled of blood which was so rich that I realized that he was covered in blood.

Gross.

My pupils were constricted, my eyes were sore, my hands were raised unconsciously and I wanted to go back.

Gross, disgusting.

But he grabbed me.

“You’re awake.” I looked at him all the way, and I grabbed my hand in front of him, “Did you sleep well?”

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t say anything.

“We might have to move in. It’s not good here. It’ll smell rotten in a few days.”

He’s just saying it like he’s talking about the weather.

I had a tremor in my teeth, and the sight fell on his arms. I got blood on me.

Red, who knows whose blood, or a few.

“For why” I stammered and asked him, for the first time, to realize that the man in front of him was not the simple man of his own right, but the mad man who was completely, murdering and killing.

You think you can change him?

To tame him?

Perhaps the next person to be killed is himself.

“Do you say this?” You look down every day at your own clothes, take your sword back and rub your hands with blood on the side of your cheek. “They’re upset, and if they don’t do something, they’ll keep bothering me. Not anymore.”

Why did the same thing happen?

I’m cold and I want to stay away from him.

But he dragged me to death and waited for me to praise him.

“I did it for you. You saw the way that kid looked at you. So I dug out their eyes, just in case. Don’t worry, Peaches, I’ll take care of you.”

He’s making me sick.

“Because that’s what friends do, right?”

I looked at him, and I couldn’t spit in his throat, I couldn’t swallow.

This is wrong, this is wrong. You can’t kill innocent people like this. People’s lives are lives.

Why are you doing this for my good name?

How’s Yan-sheng? Where are the masters? Where is your sister?

But I can’t even say it. I can’t see it. I can’t see it.

I’ve never felt blood so close before or after.

It’s the smell of death and killing.

It’s like I’m stuck. I can’t move.

Until I came all the way up to me and squeezed a machine in front of my eyes.

“It’s okay. There’ll be no more annoying things to piss us off.”

That was the last sentence I heard before I fainted.

It has been more than a month since the death of the entire Genius.

He took me out of the yard and went to an abandoned palace somewhere.

It’s clearly not a good place to be, and it’s magic and it doesn’t feel any pure power.

But, surprisingly, I don’t exclude this place, and the power inside me that belongs to the magic thread seems to fit in, or even to be like it.

But I really can’t go on like I used to.

He seemed to be satisfied with the new residence, which was even more strange and familiar.

He told me when he first got here.

“This is the place where the last Lord was destroyed.” He was so excited that, “In this palace, he was killed by dozens of people on the right path, and his soul was scattered, that he could never live”.

I don’t know how to respond to this, and I don’t want to ask how he knew.

But I don’t seem to care much about what I look like. “But the breath of the Lord is still here, isn’t it? Peach blossoms have the magic of my past. They should fit right here.”

“…well.” I didn’t go to see him.

But then my chin was squeezed and forced to go up.

“You don’t look well.” “You’re afraid of me.”

And I turned my eyes away, and I tried not to look at him.

“No…”

“I said I’d kill you if I lied.” The force on the chin is much heavier, and I think my chin must have been squeezed.

So I took courage and forced myself to look back.

“…that’s not right.” I heard myself whispering, “You should not kill innocent people indiscriminately.”

“Damn it, they dared to disturb us after I chose to give up.”

“But that’s not up to you!” I suddenly got a little excited, and my voice went up, “They didn’t do anything wrong, did they? The innocent disciples why did you kill them too?”

“Who knows what will happen to them?” “What if one or two more ants die?”

“You are not God, not heaven, and you have no right to decide the fate of others.” I muffled, and finally the insinuation broke out. “Don’t do this again!”

He looked at me in the eye.

He’s got a right, left-hand, different eyes that don’t seem to understand what I’m saying. “I’m doing you a favor, too. The guy saw you. You’ll be judged a monster and arrested. You should be grateful to me, not mad at me here. What do you think you are, and who gives you the guts to get mad at me?”

“He didn’t say I was a monster, he said I was a tree demon, even boasting of my beauty. He’s a good man!” I’m getting more excited, and there’s something about a broken can. “Why are you doing this for my good name? Why would I be grateful for your decision? Yeah, well, I may not be in your eyes, so let me go! You’ll let me go and do it myself!”

I’m so excited that I’m shaking and I’m filled with anger and fear.

It was not enough to think that he had so many lives on his hands, even to kill them, and to dig out the eyes on those bodies.

I cannot understand or accept such things.

Yeah, I don’t know those people. I don’t have to be so excited about strangers.

But what difference does he make to the original scene?

If it doesn’t make a difference, why did the changed scene put me in his yard?

The saddest thing is that those people would not have had to die.

They’re always talking about it for my own good, or they’ll come after me.

Why would you involve me in these people’s deaths? Will that make me and him a kind of person? Is that what he wants?

Is the lord dead?

I’m in a lot of confusion, getting desperate.

I want to go.

Really want to leave him, far away.

It’s scary, it spreads without any cover. He let go of me and stood up to me.

“Do you think I can’t kill you?”

I looked at him with certainty, and I did not dare to provoke, nor dare to magnify, saying that he did not.

I’m just laughing at myself.

“No matter what I say, you’ll just do what you think. What does that matter to me? You say we’re friends, but I think you just treat me like a plaything.”

“From when you helped me to transform, until now, which is not your own decision? Yes, you helped me and gave me the body, so I know that I say this with a bit of a thick face and even a bit of a lack of gratitude. But you didn’t ask me about it, you didn’t ask me if it was what I wanted, but you thought it was for my own good. Then do I think it’s good? Have you asked me what I think? I was forced to stay in the yard, I was forced to leave a mark on me, and even to say that I killed for me, so why didn’t I listen?”

I said a lot.

It feels so relieved when it comes out like that.

It’s all out.

I can hear myself breathing, so loud.

The fear of the shadows only spreads, embarrassingly silently spills out, and I do not dare to look into his eyes and just stare at his toes.

He’s gonna kill me, isn’t he?

He’ll kill me, won’t he?

But what I have to say is better than dying without knowing.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

Forget it.

At least I tried.

There is nothing we can do without what we are trying to pass.

After all, this is the kind of guy who’s so bossy and doesn’t know what to think. He’s got dozens of lives on his hands and he’ll never get more.

I was wrong. I shouldn’t have had the luxury.

I’m not a savior, I’m not a god. I can’t think that I can change a man so easily.

Yeah, I was wrong too. Why didn’t you tell him that earlier? It might make a difference.

It’s late. Things have happened.

I wish he would at least look at his old company and give me a good time.

But it’s been a long time.

It’s like it’s been a while, like a moment.

I heard a soft sound coming from above my head.

“…then tell me what you think.”

And We raised our heads against the narrow ones.

I don’t have any face, just blinking at me.

No will to kill, no anger.

He just looked at me, word for word.

“Tell me about it. I’ll try.”

Are you angry? Not really angry.

At the beginning of his career, he was agitated because he was annoying and he was crying, such as his parents and his sister.

I’m tired of trying to tie their mouths with wire.

So he was a little upset about Yao’s compassion.

I don’t know why it’s funny when Yao’s pity is whispering in his eyes.

It’s like a tortoise that’s usually just shrunk.

Did it hurt a bit? A little.

But this level of resistance is more fun than I thought.

What if you killed those people? You’ve done the same thing in your last life.

However, he is not in the realm.

I don’t know if it’s God’s will. He’s not here in his last life.

I chose another day to do that.

Looks like Heaven really favored him. Laughing everywhere.

But peach blossoms seem to hate this, maybe not humans being killed, maybe afraid.

Scared enough to yell at yourself.

But why do you look like you’re dead?

The unending finger moves.

You really think you’re gonna kill her? It’s useful to keep her.

Although she doesn’t know herself.

But you can’t be so resistant and hostile to yourself. You have to be honest with yourself.

She listened to all the excitement she had to say, so that she had a very simple idea.

I feel like I didn’t listen to her.

“Then tell me what you think.” He looked at her with certainty and, unexpectedly, saw a surprising look in her face.

Yao Ying seems to have a bit of a mouthful.

She looked at herself in the dark. The silver hair was a bit messy, and I couldn’t help but reach out and take care of her.

The body of his men quickly hardened.

“Don’t you think I haven’t considered your thoughts? Tell me what you think. I’ll hear it.”

She kept her mouth shut and shut, secretly looking at her face, as if she could not believe what she had just said.

“You’re not angry?” She asks with caution.

“Well, angry.”

Yao’s compassion shrunk down his neck, “Will you kill me?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“…not for a moment.”

Yao’s face was white for a moment, “…do you want to torture me first?”

“It’s a good advice, but not for the time being.”

“That ”

I looked for a place to sit on the couch inside the temple. He has made the land his own in the last lifetime, as comforting as he remembers.

“I said you’re my only friend, I’m serious. But it seems like you’ve misunderstood something, so tell me, how do you feel about being happy?”

For the first time in history, the two worlds reflected on themselves.

It’s nothing to hear from her anyway.

Women should be like this.

I’m sure you’ll listen to me now that you’re so trying to express yourself.

Well, it’s not a demon yet.

There is a great sense of self-awareness.

Yao-yo wrings her skirt, sneaks a peek and turns his eyes. But I saw her eyes brightly, as if something had rekindled, filled with hope.

“…don’t kill innocent people indiscriminately.”

“And what?”

“Don’t touch me.”

“And?”

“More … listen to others, not to be so autocratic.”

“What else?”

Yao Ying thought, “You have to respect me more.”

“Specificly?”

“Looking at me as an individual is not an object that you can play around with.”

“Why don’t I make you mine?” I don’t know.

Yao Yin seems to be a little confused, like looking for a suitable way to explain: “Because I’m not an object.”

“But all of your breath belongs to me.”

Yao Ying seems to have let down a little bit, but there is still hope in his eyes.

“So I can also give you three requests, and you have to give me those three. Do not kill innocent people indiscriminately, do not move and listen to others.”

“Okay.” Look at her all the way, “Well, then I can have three demands, right?”

Yao Yin Nod.

Three fingers out of every single one.

“First, you cannot die without my permission. I’ll die if I want to.”

“Second, don’t leave me.”

“Thirdly, adore me.”

When I heard the last one, I saw Yao’s mercy open my eyes.

“What?” I heard myself nervous and unbelievably, “What do you want from me?”

“Love me.” The whole career looks so geographical.

“Do you understand what that means?” I tried to figure out what he meant.

“I can only see what I mean.”

“No, it should not, strictly speaking, be that way.”

He’s crooked, he’s a solver.

I don’t know how to explain it to him.

“It’s just… it’s like… it’s like… it’s like… it’s like… it’s like… it’s like… it’s like you want to be with this person for the rest of your life, and you want to spend your life with this person.”

“I can accept only being with you.”

“Not that it means being together…” I have a headache. “Friends are not easy to explain. Do you understand what love means?”

“Do you understand?

I thought: “It’s probably the one who’s willing to give everything to him, to be good to him, to follow him, to support and trust him unconditionally. If you cannot be with him, you will feel pain.”

“…that sounds stupid.”

“You don’t understand. It’s a wonderful feeling.”

“Sounds like someone’s losing their mind. Where’s the beauty?” He snuffed his nose like, “How can anyone do that for others?”

I can’t help it: “Anyway, a very close person has feelings.”

“I think we’re close.” He countered me. “I gave you three requests. Didn’t you say I could have three?”

I took a deep breath.

All right, he doesn’t understand love.

Maybe he thought it was some kind of emotion between friends?

I hesitated for a moment.

“…well, I promise you.”

Promise me what? I’ve got to get anywhere.

“A promise not to die easily, to stay with you and to adore you.” I repeat as I repeat. “I promise you I’ll do it, and you’ll have to do what you promise me, you know?”

I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m like, “Good boy.”

“You have to say yes to me!”

“Well, I promise.” He’s just talking.

It seems that there has never been a general atmosphere of tension, and we have struck a delicate balance in strange circumstances.

I did not dare to ask him the details of the day, nor did I ask him if he had killed Yanyan.

I can’t lie. I consciously avoid this.

Because every time I think of it, I think of the day when I walk with a sword in my face, laughing and saying.

“I did it all for you.”

Even though I know I’m innocent, I’m under strange stress.

This delicate balance has persisted for more than a month now.

After that little outbreak, which was not so much a quarrel, it was so much better to have a relationship with me.

I have even learned a little bit of magic, to the extent that the peach blossoms come out at any time.

I came out to look everywhere, and I got a fair assessment.

“What do you know?” I do.

“At least I understand that this level is not worthy of being proud of flaunting.” And he said, “And it doesn’t seem to help.”

I’m dissatisfied and took my flowers from him: “That’s not for you.”

But he went and grabbed my hand, “I didn’t say I didn’t.”

“Article 2, don’t touch me!”

It’s been a long time, and it’s been a quick flash of impatience:

“Then I wouldn’t have promised you those terms.”

He flipped his eyes and didn’t say anything.

And I’m flattered by the fact that I rarely get a word for it.

It also counts as a peaceful day that lasts until one month night.

That night’s moon teeth were beautiful, and I looked barefoot in the window and felt the quiet of my heart.

Wouldn’t it be a good choice if you stayed here and didn’t let your career go to hell?

There’s no way to make up for the mistakes that were made before, but the future is worth making up for, right?

And I sat down in the window and pondered until the sound of a heavy object falling on the side of the house, which was nowhere near, was suddenly heard, with what was broken.

The sound was loud and resonated in an empty house.

I got up and ran in my coat.

What’s going on?

On the inner side of the house, on the couch.

He was lying on his knees on the ground, lying on his back, and it was clear from the shadows that he was breathing heavily, with his wide back on his back, and shaking in a small extent.

What’s going on?

I opened my mouth and the rest of my words choked in my throat.

He looked back at me a little bit. In the dark interior, the red left eye is particularly appalling.

And look not far, like a beast.

It would have stopped me.

“What’s wrong with you?”

He didn’t respond, so I took two steps forward: “Is he sick? Or else…”

“Scram!” He shouted out. “Go away!”

I stopped at once.

He slowly turned around.

The man who was kneeling on the ground was holding his hand tight on his collar, and his back was swollen. He’s pale and he’s sweating like he’s out of the water.

And We saw his hand standing on the ground, smote in blood by the fragments of unknown objects, and stunned the traces.

“You are… hurt. What’s wrong with you? I’m…

“Fuck off.”

He looked at me, word for word.

“Get out and lock the door.”

He’s unconscious now.

I immediately realized that. The man in front of him stood on his face like a tight beast. He is clearly in great pain, and I can hear the unbearable breath of his teeth.

His eyes flashed with bloodthirsty red light, and he was particularly appalling in the dark room.

I slowly retreated.

It’s not an all-out job, not a all-out job that will unsurely smile at me.

My instincts are aware of the danger, and my cells are warning me to run.

We gotta go. We gotta get out of here!

I’ll stand back until I get my back to the doorboard, and I’ll hold back.

We have to leave…

We heard a cry, and suddenly the man in front of us started to bleed.

“Small peaches…”

The sound of sporadicity then rang.

I’m still in that position, just a little bit of a look in my direction. He seems to have recovered some of his thoughts more than just now, like the beasts taking away a little bit of the teeth and claws that had just been exposed.

From this angle, I can only see half of his face and the bleeding hand.

But why, why does he look so scared and helpless?

I had a hard time in my heart.

He didn’t say anything. He just called me, and then he closed his mouth, and died, and looked in my direction without blinking.

He’s got his chest up and down like he’s fighting something.

I hesitated.

Come on, don’t show that look.

The struggle in the eyes was too obvious, as a young child who had lost its refuge and longed to look at me with fear.

He was the one who cried out to me with his voice, and he was the one who cried me out with grief and helplessness.

Why do you think I’m soft?

Don’t be ridiculous. I’m a selfish man. I’m dying.

Now that I’m gone, I’m gonna be torn to pieces by this guy who doesn’t know why he’s crazy. I’m gonna die tonight. I’m gonna regret it. I’m gonna…

“Pop.”

I locked the door behind my back, and the skirt ran to him.

“Away!”

I shouted at him, reached out to his shoulder and tried to remove his weight from his only arm, which he had sustained. “Beware!”

He’s so hot.

I’m in my arms all the time. His head and shoulder were in my arms, and his bloody arm was strewn softly.

His face was more pale than I thought, and his sweat was soaking in, and his forehead was all stuck together.

He also bit his lips dead, and blood fell from his lips. I smell the blood.

“Hey, let go of the mouth, let go!” I was afraid that he would chew his lips up, stretch out his hand and beat him hard, trying to break his mouth. “All the way, breathe!”

And in such vain endeavour, the man in his arms suddenly swooped, and turned his back and laid me on the earth.

My back hit cold and hard on the ground, and there was some liquid wetting behind my skirt.

And We realized from behind that it was a bloodless blood.

The man who fell on me held two of my wrists in one hand, and the other strangled my chin, strangling my cheekbones.

In the dark, We can only see his left eye, which shines in red light, and the magic thread on the right of the collar.

It’s magic.

I was strung to realize that the original story mentioned that every month of life there would be days of magic. In that time, he’d be madly bloodthirsty, trying to kill.

But you didn’t mention how painful he was?

I couldn’t think in time. Men breathed hot and sprayed my cheeks.

“I gave you a chance. I told you to get out and lock the door.”

He leans towards me, and is near, and I can even see the wound on his lower lip that he himself bit.

“You’re a stupid woman who doesn’t know anything.”

“Now you’re locking yourself in with a lunatic.”

I didn’t have time to talk, he bowed his head and kissed.

Lips porcelain, teeth colliding.

Then my lips were bit hard by this guy.

I tried to shout in pain, but there was more rust in the spill. Disgusting tastes and unbearable pain are by no means a reminiscent kiss.

More like being bit by a beast.

I’ve been crying so much.

I can’t breathe.

I’m dying.

Help me.

The mind is always confused.

This demonic riot seems to be more violent than ever, perhaps because of its early arrival in this magical palace and its inability to control this growing power.

But at the beginning of a violent departure, he could endure.

Until he fell a cup in his hand, using external pain to stop himself from becoming a monster, in order not to be completely irrational.

Can’t lose consciousness. He bit his teeth and struggled. The woman’s still around here, and he can’t guarantee what he’ll do.

He heard the footsteps of the door being pushed away and the voice which he least wanted to hear now.

They’ll die.

Stay back.

Every effort was made to gather the last sense of consciousness, and she was gnawed and hollered, and she went out and locked herself up.

You’ll kill her. You can’t do that. I’m a bit dazed.

Gotta keep her alive.

But why?

Under the cloud, a voice in my head keeps asking himself.

Why let her live? Do you really want the real Dan? As long as she doesn’t end up giving Yan Dan a chance. Then it doesn’t matter if I kill her now.

The sound continues to appear in the mind as if the devils were swaying in their ears, causing trouble everywhere.

No way. He told the devil over and over again. I said no.

Why? The devil whispered. What are you waiting for?

It’s been a long time since I’ve been gnawing my teeth, and I’ve been trying my last wisping my body, and I’ve been shaking my guts with my inner strength.

Shut up and get out of here!

The demon disappeared in a tremor.

It’s enough to give a white flash of pain to the eye, and it can’t help but spray a big sip of blood.

If you limit yourself to that level, you can’t kill her even if you lose your mind.

“Small peaches…”

A blurry look at the tiny figure that was attached to the door. It’s been a bit unclear, but it’s still visible that the silver hair is so glamorous in the light of the moon, which is about to come in by paper windows.

And when there cometh unto man, the goddess who saveth the living shall shine.

After realizing that she had spoken to her, she immediately bit her lips dead.

Shut up and shut up. He whispered in silence, biting hard into his mouth and smelled blood.

But seeing herself like that, she’ll leave. What if I yelled at her?

Go on, go on.

Don’t come over.

One more step to yourself, there’s no other way.

I can’t control myself, I can’t handle this weird emotion. I can’t understand all this, I can’t stick to my plan.

Looks like she’s coming over and fears her proximity.

In pain, this excessively inconvenient mood threatens to tear to pieces all the way.

But she’s still running to herself.

He heard her shouting her name, and deep in her voice was an unknown sting and fear. She sounds anxious, like she cares about herself.

Care or mercy?

I’ve been looking all over the place, and I’ve been thinking about it.

He felt like he was drowning in the deep sea, feeling it.

The fragrance of peach blossoms in Yao’s mercy is so clear as to leave the world alone.

It’s the goddess. The goddess is pitying herself.

This moment was filled with feelings that he had never felt.

Until then he realized that perhaps she was his god.

But his God is like a sad, oblivious dream, in which there is a sea on the side, which causes him to drown in it, and he cannot escape.

The longer you stay, the more greedy you are.

So he sought to keep his God in a pious manner.

Illustrated as a bystander, I watched my body crush yao’s compassion, mutilated and madly biting her lips, following the so-called kisses of the world.

In this way, leave a mark.

Longer mark than God.

It belongs to you.

The heat of unnamed emotion and blood entangled in the crossover of a lip that is not a kiss.

His consciousness stood on one side and saw clearly the look on her face.

No smile, no joy.

She’s crying.

She looks painful.

She watched without a trace until her consciousness fell into darkness again and her tears disappeared.

Everything is scattered with consciousness.

Yeah, he should have known.

Shouldn’t you have known from birth?

He was the one who was abandoned by God.

I’ve been out for five days.

I’ve had countless thoughts since the last time he bit me like a madman, and then I lost my mind when he fell down.

Leave, wrap him up and then fix him up and then leave, leave him a letter after he has been treated, and when he wakes up he will leave.

…when he wakes up.

I don’t know how to face him.

I tried to believe that he had lost his mind that day, that it was not normal, that it was controlled by the power of magic.

I almost got a piece of meat on my lips, and I was reminded of it all the time to heal.

But if he really lost his mind that day, why did he let me see in his eyes such obvious sorrow and expectation at the moment when he was leaning towards me?

What’s he waiting for, what’s sad about?

I feel like I need an answer, or an explanation.

I do not want to be left alone in this palace with a half-lifeless career.

I took good care of him, despite my concerns.

I don’t know any fine treatments, just some natural gift to some of my veritable knowledge.

I wiped out the blood on his body, picked out the pieces of his hand and wrapped them up, put on herbal herbs to stop the bleeding, and wiped out the blood on his lips.

It is only when his abdomen pass through the wounds on his soft lips that he will have a warm face.

You think I’m gonna go crazy if I stay with crazy people?

In order not to think too much, I consciously avoid it every time.

On that day, as was the case, We changed the bandages and the herbs to stop the bleeding.

After the window, I hit my body warm through the afternoon sun, and I couldn’t help but squirt.

“What a gentle sun…” I murmur.

“Yeah.”

A dumb low voice. And We bowed down with Our eyes, laughing at men on their couches.

He looked at me quietly, blinking.

“It’s so gentle.” He’s laughing again and again.

I stood up, and I said, “You’re awake. How are you? Is there anything else wrong? I’m trying to treat you; but you’re late, I’m afraid.”

“I’m fine.” He interrupted me again.

I don’t know if it’s my fault, but it seems like a lot of things have changed.

But he was only so tired and so quiet that he looked at me, and my weakness made it impossible for me to associate him with the beast that night.

The scar on my lips hurts.

I carried my men to rinse, and my eyes fell upon my fingertips.

His eyes were dark and he didn’t say anything.

I also looked at him, and I’ve been doing countless words in my head these days, and I’ve come up here and I’ve been swung up in my throat.

We’ve got to talk to him. We’ve got to talk to him. Didn’t he say that when he woke up, he’d tell him everything, ask him what happened that night, and then choose to leave?

I ask myself in my heart, and I hate my hesitation.

But he looked at the eyes of the endless eyes, so quiet and pale as to melt into the air.

I opened my mouth.

“…you have violated article II.”

It’s obvious, like I didn’t think I’d say that.

Obviously, I didn’t expect to end up with that.

The silent silence and embarrassment lingered.

And then this silence was broken by the endlessly low laughter. He started with a low-string smile, and then it got bigger and bigger, to the point of being reckless.

He smiled as though tears were coming out.

This moment I saw a familiar shadow in him, the one I knew more than ever.

“I remember you said no to move, but not to speak.”

“Does it make you feel proud to drill in the text? Then I’ll do the same.”

“Sorry, sorry.” I stopped laughing, “I just thought… no, it’s nothing.”

Maybe it was the big smile that had to do with his wound, and he was a little blue, but for the first time the smile was so sincere. “Peachflower, I’m fine, you?”

“It’s okay not to talk.” And I said, “You scared me. What the hell is going on?”

So, after the afternoon, when the sun was so bright, I listened to all the details of what would happen when he walked away.

He’s explaining it while he’s making a frigging joke. I don’t know how he learned how to play a trick. He’s even better than before.

But it’s strange that I can feel his attitude.

There was always a little bit of hypocrisy in his arc, but now there is a lot more sincerity.

I am not sure that this change is true, but it is a different sentiment.

I don’t know why, it feels like I’m not here.

I squeezed my skirt and opened my mouth.

“…you’ll have to tell me about this later. There’s no secret between friends.”

He looked at me, “Can’t he hide his secrets?”

“No, honesty is the right attitude towards friends.”

I came a little closer, and I looked at him, and I said, “Do you have anything to say? Why don’t you tell me now, just in case.”

He looked at me again.

“No.” I heard him say so, and he repeated it again, word for word, with firm and calm.

“There is nothing to hide.”

After that, it seemed that the day had subsided.

I’m even getting used to it in this isolated palace.

The wounds sustained throughout his career were never healed, and I asked him how he had made himself this way, and he only laughed and said it was the backlash of the thread.

In my relationship, I have found a few similarities between ordinary people and people.

For example, he does not like wine or sweets; he is stubborn, but in some ways he is very flexible.

He said he’d never gotten anything he wanted, and I laughed at how he knew how to sell it to me.

I tried to make him understand some of the emotions of ordinary people.

For example, for the sake of others, to restrain their own impulses.

I’ve always stood up to my head and laughed, “Where do you know this?”

“Only … the ordinary will know.” I fooled him.

“I said no lies, or else… “

“Shh!” I put a finger in his mouth, “I said no threats!”

He looked at me, and suddenly he opened his mouth and bit my finger.

Soothing.

I’m a little restless when I’m going, I’m going to stop, I’m going to put my finger on my skirt. You always break the rules…”

“It was my mouth that moved.”

“What, are you a dog?”

“Does it matter?”

And he looked at me with his eyes, and I was afraid to look at him.

He’s been really weird lately.

It started that day after he woke up.

I wonder more than once whether he went crazy that day and blew his head off, but I insist that he just doesn’t remember what happened that day.

I tried to ask him if he remembers that bad kiss and he just shook his head.

“Why would I do that?” He asked me.

I have nothing to say. Yeah, that’s right. It’s probably just crazy.

That being said, there is still a slight reluctance.

That was my first kiss.

“But it seems that the world likes to stick its lips together to express some warm feelings.” he asked.

And I thought, “It’s probably the only way to let each other know what they’re feeling.”

“That’s really stupid. I don’t know what to say.” I don’t know.

I’m angry with him, “It’s wonderful!”

“Is it good?”

I don’t know why, his mood seemed to be down for a moment.

But it was just a moment, and then it came back to its original form: “It’s weird anyway.”

“You wouldn’t understand anyway.” I don’t want to argue with him anymore.

The days are so peaceful and harmonious. The days when the crosses of every month were evaporated from the palace and then resurfaced a few days later.

He always looked very tired, pale and stale.

The first two times I was nervous to see if he had a wound or if I smelled blood.

“Where have you been?” I asked him.

But it was only a deep look at me, and then reached out to rub my hair, and the mouth opened a little radiant. “…do not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Then he’ll walk away with a limp.

I look at his back, so I don’t ask.

It seems like the whole world has become more smiling than before.

It makes him more and more like an ordinary man.

The power of the magic thread is growing, and I can feel that the undiscovered is becoming stronger and more oppressive.

But I look at him growing up, and I feel uneasy.

More specifically, it cannot be clearly described.

Are you worried that he will end up being punished as a demon or that his eyes will freeze again, as I did when I first met him?

Maybe both.

But I can’t say anything, because if he’s strong, he can’t control it.

From time to time, I look at the sky.

It was him who carried the curse.

I always sit in the courtyard on a good day, with my hair on my back, and I enjoy the feeling that the sun falls on my face, and sometimes the shadows of the clouds fall down and kiss my cheek in cold.

Very comfortable.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

It would be nice to have a restless day.

And We opened Our eyes slowly, and they were near, and We looked at the eyes, one red, one black.

So close, I can even see my shadow in his eyes.

But unexpectedly, I did not panic, nor was I frightened.

So I looked up and looked at him.

There was a moment when the breath was entwined and a little bit of a vague smell.

I can’t read the complex emotions in his eyes. As if it were fanaticism and as if it were intransigent restraint.

It’s been a while. It’s been a while.

It’s been a long time since I moved. His voice was a bit low, with an unknown mute: “I have to go out.”

“Where are you going?” I stood up.

“…the Gentleman.”

“Why?”

“There’s something to take.”

I looked at him, and suddenly I reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

“I’m going too.”

“Why?” It was his turn to ask.

I don’t know, but I’m standing in front of all of this, and I’m just like, if I let him go, maybe he won’t come back.

I’m so close to understanding.

No way!

I don’t know when or why I cared about him, but I couldn’t stop myself when I realized.

It is no longer a pity for him or a desire to change him.

I don’t want to see him look so helpless and vulnerable.

I don’t know how to describe it.

I held his sleeve tight and didn’t answer his questions, just looked at him.

Look at me all the time and laugh all the time.

“…Peachflower, whatever I say you’re going, aren’t you?”

“Hmm.”

“Then if you go out, don’t take off your cock.”

“Okay.”

“No one else can see.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“Okay.”

“Do as I say.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t ask him why he went back to the Genius, and I didn’t even know why I followed him so strongly.

That place has always been a memory corner that I deliberately avoid, and I don’t want to touch it. For if the layers of protection are lifted, I fear that the relationship between me and my career will become awkward and rigid.

But the bodies of those people must have rotted there.

Will someone place them?

I buried my head, and I was under pressure by the wind. I held my hand.

There’s a big figure in front of me.

And We looked up to the back of a man, and he turned his back to me, and held my wrist with his hand, and his abdomen smote the mark on my wrist.

It’s been a long time since that place reacted.

The undisturbed machine took me to the wind, and soon we arrived at the door of the Gentron.

It’s a scary place to be quiet, but unexpectedly, it doesn’t smell like I expected.

It’s just that there’s a man standing straight at the door.

I consciously squeezed my hands.

It’s a good life.

He’s still alive. He looks a lot more stable than before, but he’s still gentle.

So he stood at the door of Zong, looking forward to the end.

“You’re here.”

“Oh, you’re still alive?” It’s like a fly that doesn’t understand people’s eyes.”

“I will not die until you have paid your debt.” I’m sorry.

“That’s trouble. You have to die.” “I’m not in the mood to kill you today, and if I get out of here now, I’ll let you get out of here in the best of my heart.”

You just pulled out your sword.

His eyes crossed my boundless horizon.

“I’ve felt strange since then, where did you find the peach flower demons and didn’t even try to contaminate her with magic. I’ll understand when I see that tree in your yard again.”

Understand? Understand what?

I think there’s something, something about to be revealed, just a little bit closer.

But I have never been able to give Yan a chance to go on.

In the shadows, the two men who were black and white were entwined. Swords collided, buzzed, and two thick inner forces collided.

I took a little step back and tried not to get involved.

But I can’t control myself not to think about what you just said.

Understand what? Peach flower demon?

I kept my eyes on the two men fighting in the middle of the air and consciously tightened my skirt.

It seems that the wind is falling. He had only recently escaped from the shadows of the fallout, and his previous internal injuries had re-emerged and his body was still weak.

He’s barely forcing himself.

“You’re doing it wrong!” “I know what you’re thinking!”

The two men were pushed with a hard hand, with a wind current.

He was pale and his mouth was bleeding.

“What do you know?”

It’s been a long struggle.

“I know what you’re going to do, but I can’t let you do it for the sake of the world.”

He turned his eyes and fell on me.

“…sorry, girl.”

I slightly opened my eyes.

A white light flashed at an arctic speed, with a force enough to break all the bones, a massive explosion bursting and the dust overflowing.

I was wrapped up in a breath and fainted for a moment in the shock.

And when the smoke is scattered, and the sound of the ears and the light of the sight recedes, We lie on the ground, looking at them, and they are covered with the shadow of the man’s body.

His elbows stood him up, and I was trapped under him.

His breath covered me with most of the harm. I’m a little bit affected, but he took the bulk of the direct impact with my body.

He stares at me like he’s trying to put my face in his head.

He opened his mouth and spilled blood on my neck.

“You… you…” I’m speechless, shivering and touching his chest, “No career…”

He swayed and fell to the side.

Let’s go.

“I didn’t think he’d stand in the way for you.”

We did not listen to him at all, but we dragged him in a tight and undisturbed sleeve, trying to awaken him.

“Do you know what you are?” Yan-sheng continues to say that every word is as painful as a needle in my heart. “You’re a thousand years old cucumber, and when you’re purified, you can fertilize a real Dan in your log, and you can congregate all your life and all your energy. Once in service, the wounds are healed, the wounds are curable, the power is increased in an instant, and it is an unattainable treasure.”

I’m tipping.

He continued to say, “He’s the one who killed you and turned you into this. It is He who desires your true Dan that he will return to the original peach tree. There is no need for a tree and a sprouts of human form.”

“For the sake of the Lebanese, I must stop him.”

I know what you say, but I don’t understand it.

What do you mean? I don’t know.

So all of this, from moving me from the back of the hill to his yard, has been done without a trace?

Does he know anything about Shindan?

I’m starting to feel dizzy, and I’m getting a little dark.

All the days of the past have passed quickly.

Did he say I’m not allowed to die because neither man nor tree is able to get one?

He won’t let me go. Is he afraid the plan will fail?

I’m like I’m in an ice cellar and I’m cold.

Yanyan came near me, stood by me, looked at me as a lost soul, groaned, reached out to hold my shoulder.

But his hand didn’t fall on my shoulder, not even my hair, and suddenly I saw a shadow.

The bloodless, bloodless hand that was lying on the ground was sorely held up.

He stood dead, and I heard the sound of a broken bones.

“Don’t take your hands if you don’t want them.” All the way to the mouth, more blood from the mouth.

But he didn’t blink, he just looked at him in cold blood: “I told you that before.”

You look like you’re in a bad mood. And he turned back a few steps, but his hand fell down softly.

“You…” He changed his face.

“Does a guy like you want to kill me?” He was seen with contempt.

But I saw the gusts on his neck and those on the right side of his neck that began to blink.

He’s already at the limit.

It’s a magic thread, and it’s a good fight.

I looked at him in time until my eyes had finally turned to me.

“Peachflower, get out of here.” He spoke calmly, “Go to safety and hide.”

My lips moved.

“Do you know about Shindan?”

I still can’t stand it.

It was all over the place and then turned away.

“Yeah.” He’s easy to talk, and from that angle I can only see his side face, “I knew it.”

“Angered? Then you can leave now. Walk as far away as possible from here.”

He didn’t look back at me.

I tightened my skirt, crawled from the ground and turned away.

I’m running fast. I can’t breathe.

I looked back.

Still sitting there in that position, sitting still.

He didn’t turn back.

Yan Liang didn’t stop Yao Yin from leaving, but kept a close eye on his career.

It’s a bit stiff, but it stands up and wipes blood on its cheeks.

“…you did it on purpose.” Yanyan opened his mouth, “You threw her out on purpose”.

“Was it clear?” Asked everywhere, and then wringed. “But peach blossoms are slow and should not be aware.”

“Why?” says Yanyan. “You killed your parents and sister, and the whole family, and you’re afraid she’ll get caught? Do you really want the real Dan so much?”

“Oh, yes, yes. I can’t wait.” “So she can’t die, I’ve made a deal with her.”

She’s not asking.

He has to stop this guy, or it’ll be too late when he swallows Jindan.

The fierce fight is beginning again.

It is clear that there is some distaste in his career, and he suffers from the pain of the crossfire and the recurrence of his internal injuries, while living with his face.

After the shock, it seems to have hurt the internal organs.

Huh.

I’ve never seen anyone laugh.

Goddo is playing with himself. Is it the same thing to do it again?

But at least, life is more fun than life.

And he stood in the way of the next killing, and strangled towards the good.

But suddenly it was dark.

The great spirits overflowed from the familiar corner of the Sonmon, and almost immediately the breath came out of it.

He stopped his sword for life, but his shoulder was pierced by the face.

Blood spills.

He was not able to take care of the severe pain in his body, but he opened his eyes and smelled familiar flowers at the nose.

How?

He couldn’t care less. He even fell off his sword.

He flew to the yard where he had lived.

How? How?

Unknown fear spreads over his heart, and this is the first time that he has felt it.

It’s like being held in a cage, like a high-altitude rope, like being thrown into the dark.

He’s scared.

And by the time he reached his own courtyard, the tree, which was always bubbling with pink peach blossoms, had collapsed, and there was only one bare tree.

Under the tree, a tiny figure sitting on the trunk, the long hair of silver and white is dark at the moment and fragile as if it were blown.

The undisturbed heart beats hard, and before he realized what he had done, he took the lead in holding that fragile figure.

“Peachflower”… he was shaking and opening.

“Yo, have mercy ?”

I’ve been running for no purpose, but when I stopped, I looked at the familiar little yard.

It’s been a long time since the door was closed, and I walked in here.

That tree, my tree.

And the plume of radiant peaches was splattered, like the last one that was seen before.

I touched the trunk with my hand and felt a sense of comfort.

It’s familiar.

I touch the rough texture of the bark and go over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

But the more the memories, the more the memories, the more the pieces that only exist in the sun.

No, no, no, no.

He likes the radians on his brows, and he always says the most disgusting things with a serious face, moves me in the face and says it’s not against the law.

But he locked me up in the courtyard, and massacred the men of the Zhummen, torn my lips like a beast.

It’s a time of good and bad, and it’s like a time of mixed light, and I can’t help but think.

Is it for real Dan, or is it for no other purpose?

“Love me.” He said to me.

“I’ll be with you forever.” He said that to me.

“If you lie, I’ll kill you.” He said that to me.

But you’ve been lying to me too! He said he didn’t hide anything from me!

I hate myself at this hour. Why can’t I come down?

No matter what, you can’t avoid the end?

What’s the point of my coming here?

I touched the trunk, and the peach tree was shaking in the wind, as if it was pacing me.

There’s fighting coming from afar.

He’ll be killed by Yanyan, right?

But without him, I should have been killed just now.

I’m a selfish man, but I’m not the one who won’t give thanks.

I took a deep breath, and the palms slowly gathered, and the peach trees buzzed.

I can feel life being pumped out quickly and a gold bead slowly removed from the trunk.

Flying petals, rapidly dying trees.

The consciousness is getting confused.

And when I was sober a little, I was lying in my unending arms, listening to him whispering my name over and over again.

Yao Ying.

Yeah, that’s the name in the original play.

He seems never to shout.

My vision is a bald branch, and I’ve got an endless face.

The arms and the eyelids are so heavy, they can’t lift.

And I looked at him, and he saw me waking out of a spark.

“…Peachflower!”

I looked at him in silence, and my hands were still covered with the bead.

“All the way, you liar.”

I heard my weak voice, and with a little grumbling: “Didn’t I say that I wasn’t hiding something?”

He didn’t say anything. He just tied me up.

It was only then that I found him holding me with one hand, and the other half of his arm was punctured and bleeding.

“It’ll die.” I reminded him.

“never die.” He murmurs. I don’t know if it’s him or me.

I can hear his heavy breathing.

“If you lie, you have to apologize. I don’t know why, like talking nonsense, I spit everything out. “But it’s as if it doesn’t suit you at all, and you’d better not be ordinary.”

“If that’s what you want, do as you want.” “Let’s go back and listen to you.”

I didn’t say anything. I looked at the branch that had fallen on my head.

“The flowers thank me.” I suddenly said.

“I’ll go back and plant you a new one.”

The more I laugh at his words, the more I laugh, the more the power that remains in this body quickly fades.

He probably felt it, so he took me more and more.

I smiled, and suddenly I held my hand over my mouth and coughed.

I’ve been staring at you all day.

“I want to talk to you but I don’t know what to say.” I looked, and I whispered, “Do you remember what to do at this time?”

It’s been a long time.

I tried my last strength, held my hand around his neck and kissed him.

Cold lips, with blood.

A clumsy, stylish kiss.

He suddenly opened his eyes and pushed me away.

But it was too late, and the gold beads in my mouth had been pushed into his mouth, and the entrance was ready.

And when he touched his lips and looked at me again, he had red eyes.

“You…”

I lay in his arms and laughed at him.

“Didn’t you say you’ve never had anything in your life? Don’t say that again. Here, let’s take this as a return for saving my life.”

“Hey, Yao Ying!”

His right hand, full of blood, shivering around my cheeks, as if he wanted to leave his eternal mark on me in this way, even a little tremor that his voice could not contain.

“You shall not die without my permission…”

This is the first time I’ve seen in his eyes an emotion called despair.

“You said to stay with me forever, you said to love me forever!”

I watched him quietly.

“I lied.”

“So I’m going to die now.”

“Not in your hands, but in your arms.”

I tried to touch his eyebrow but couldn’t lift my arm.

“Don’t be so angry.”

“You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

Ten years have passed since the end of the war, after the greatness of the life and the greatness of the traitors who have slain the earth.

In that battle, Yan Liang was stripped of one hand, the bones of his wrist were crushed and left with old disease.

Whenever people ask questions about the whereabouts of the traitor-in-law, their faces shake their heads, but they don’t say anything.

Yanyan remembers that day well.

When he arrived in the courtyard, he was left with no one left but him, sitting on his knees in peaches of the earth, leaving behind him a dying tree, and without seeing the others.

He’s got a tight throat and he’s unconsciously touching his sword.

Did Shindan get eaten?

All that remained was to stand still and kneel there, without a single act of combat.

His eyes turned red.

“Away!” shouted at him.

That’s how he moved, looking in his direction.

He rises, step by step towards Yanyan.

He then proposed a deal to Yansheng.

Has it been ten years since then?

Yan Liang has never heard of anything but he will never seek it out.

How can one ask for a reason between man and man? You should have let go of him if he had told you to stay away.

But the man didn’t say anything.

Right now, in a deep mountain.

A man with ink hair sits by a stone table in the yard with a pot of peach blossoms on his hands.

His left eye pupils had no light, his eyes had become ash and were clearly blind.

Men’s right cuffs are empty and falling.

There was a rich peach tree in the yard, and at this time of season, the peach blossoms opened a tree.

Ten years have not left too many marks on his face, and even his old scars recovered 10 years ago.

Ten years ago, he lost her that day.

A deal was made between a man and a man.

“I’ll pay off my debt.” He looked at me and said, “You’re here for revenge, so you can do whatever you want, but you’ll save me.”

“…what?”

“I’ll live until she comes back.”

“She’s not coming back. She’s gone.”

But it’s all about being stubborn: “I’ll wait for her.”

The man who killed his own mentor and fellow man, Yan Liang, watched: “What are you doing now? You know it doesn’t make any sense.”

“You’re here to avenge what you should do.” “You have your goal and I have a purpose to live.”

He did not say anything on the day of his life, except that he had cut off his unending right arm and then left with his sword.

“You’re a poor man.” Before he left, he said to the entire career, “I know you’ve had a lot of trouble in your life, but now it’s too late to try to change”.

The man didn’t say anything. He just put his hands on the right side of the bleeding.

It has been 10 years since then.

I found a place to settle, and I buried Yao Yin’s little peach blossoms, which had been transformed by magic.

And he remembered that he was not proud of her childish and useless magic, but that he was the one who sent the flower into his arms.

Now that her body is gone, there is nothing left to remember.

Over the course of 10 years, every day, every day, the power of this new tree seedling continues to flow.

He doesn’t want anything from the power of the real Dan.

If getting means losing, then losing means getting.

He even has some self-absorption in this force to blend his own life into the past.

She didn’t want it for herself.

When he swallowed that Jan Dan, it appeared that the magic thread had never had any more hair.

The pain that has afflicted him for so long seems to have disappeared with Yao Ying.

It’s not fair. Don’t you ask him?

I’ve been searching all over the trunk for rough textures, putting my forehead up and trying to gather myth.

When he left the mark on Yao’s mercy, he did not know how many times he had tried to call for that.

Hard enough to feel the pain, even for yourself, without any response.

Didn’t you say she had to come back if you called her with a mark?

Who the hell is that?

“If you don’t show up again, you’re going to burn.” He murmurs, and sends his power into the trunk, “How can you do this when you have never broken a rule?”

Purely, unmixed with the power of magic.

A wind rolls over, blowing down countless petals.

In the pink peach that flies in the sky, he picks up a scent.

It slowly rose and saw a blurry image of the tree.

He opened his mouth, opened his eyes and stared at the tree without blinking.

He slowly showed a long-lost smile.

“The world says that if you truly love someone, you should learn to let go.”

And he stretched out his hand to the shadow of the tree, with the black hair of the woman leaning.

“But I think that’s the wrong thing to do.”

And he leapeth down from a tree, and thrusteth into his arms.

“And he will not cease to see, and he will smell it in love and in depth.

He’s been thinking about it for ten years, and she’s here every night.

“I just want to be with you forever, peaches.”

“Now I finally get what I want.”

Conclusion.

Extra 1

I don’t know why I’m back.

The moment of death, my mind fell into a white web, with nothing but white.

I was forced to be alone with myself.

But the more I walk in an empty white, the more I can go beyond the nature of things and see the many details behind them.

I think it’s about heaven.

I look at people’s life lights, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them, and I look at them.

That’s when I realized why he was born a child cursed by magic.

His sister was born every night, very weak. As a child who is not healthy by birth, her parents have worked hard and have not fully addressed her fragile causes.

Later, the night-break mothers secretly used taboo laws.

At the expense of something, in exchange for something that did not belong to her.

The secret, the mother kept on her heart, praying that the unknown price would not be discovered.

Until her second child was born.

When the boy landed, there was no true blessing, but rather a sound, accompanied by father’s anger.

“…the monster!”

Overstretched mothers, who watched their children swam through a clear line, hid the truth out of instinctive fear and anxiety.

It was supposed to be her guilt about her children.

This secret, she was supposed to take to the grave.

But she was only a woman, and although she was married to a master by a young man, she was in essence a woman who was attached to her husband.

For a long time, the child grew up, and she was disturbed by the shadows and the eye. The spirit of evading allows her to consciously find an excuse for herself but never to point the blame at herself.

Looking at the health of her eldest daughter and being born as her youngest son at the cost of her fault, she finally chose to shed her anger.

“If the child is not born. I’m sorry.

It’s the idea that finally takes hold of the mother.

In that moment, a man who was not loved lost his last harbour.

He gave birth to his mother and eventually turned his back.

When I saw the light, my eyes were wet. I’d love to cry out loud, but in this white world, the only thing left is my own echo.

I want to hold him. I want to stay with him forever.

If he can hold his hand at this moment and be supported by this insignificant company, if I can let him, who has been in darkness, catch a light.

If there is a God in the world, please fulfill my wish.

I was not surprised by my thoughts, and I did not even miss the life before.

I don’t know how long I’ve been here, like a moment, like a lifetime. The concept of time has become blurred, but my obsession is getting deeper.

Later, the colours in the depths of the white light began to change.

First, the light powder, then it gets thicker and thicker, and I get caught up in it.

It’s like I finally broke the knitting, and I finally fell into that familiar embrace after I didn’t know how long I was praying for God.

He opened his hand to me and held my waist tight with his only arm.

I heard his voice squealing in my ears, and I remembered itching and warm.

“Welcome home, peaches.”

I was just holding his neck tight, and my fingertips were squeezing his shirt behind his back. Why did such a strong shoulder never find it so reassuring before?

I have carefully and greedyly spelt his eyebrow, and he looks older than he used to, but still looks handsome. The red left eye was as gray as glass at the moment, and perhaps it was invisible.

I squirted his shoulder, touched his neck without magic threads and crossed his empty right sleeve.

I heard my voice with some bitterness, and with joy of loss and loss, which I did not understand.

“Why not take care of yourself?”

He smiled and held me up with one arm.

And he set his forehead upon me, and we saw every detail on his cheek near at a distance.

That’s a good smile.

“Waiting for you to come back and take care of me.”

“You scoundrel.” I’m laughing at my eyes and my tears fall.

Once the beginning cannot stop, the silent sobbing finally becomes a cry.

I do not dare to think of the price of this resurrection, nor think that it is a consequence of my constant prayer, nor do I dare to ask him what has gone on, just as I do not look into his left eye and his right arm.

A lot of words were turned in the mouth, but finally they were swallowed.

A soft kiss falls on the face, sucking on tears. It’s like a clumsy beast trying to comfort me in his own way.

Don’t you ever see a woman cry?

“Don’t look at me ” I wept and wipe my face with my sleeve.

His kiss fell again on the back of his hand, which I was trying to hide, biting with his dog teeth, and passed on a red-faced sommel.

I heard him laugh, “It’s been so long, let me see your face. If you don’t show me again, I can’t remember your contours.”

“You… you’ve made a treaty with me… and don’t move.”

“Yeah.”

And he admitted, with all due respect, that he then placed a wet and hot kiss on my back, in a tone of love I had never heard.

“I broke it, so now you can start angry at me.”

And We laid down their hands, and looked at him with a narrow eye, convulsing in his smile, and with a delicate light.

“No matter what punishment, no matter how long it takes. A year or a decade, I’ll take it.

“Do anything to me, peaches. Don’t worry, don’t worry.”

“Do as you like.”

I’m sorry.

I’m not alone.

What is the concept between love and love?

He had never understood, but now remembered, implicitly and vaguely, that the mother’s love seemed to have been desired as a child.

But she kept pushing herself out of the way.

“Don’t come near me.” Mother scolded me.

Then a lot later, he understood: he was hated.

From being small to being big, he’s only been touched by the feeling of disgust.

Hatred, malignment and contempt are particularly sensitive to these negative sentiments at a very young age.

If I die, will everyone be happy?

But as his age grew, and as his emotions gradually distorted, the idea changed.

If only everyone were dead.

I’ve always felt that love was probably a disgusting emotion.

He never wanted to die for someone else. He was selfish and happy to see others suffer, to be tortured and to imagine what it was like to give his life to others.

At first, Yao had been at the beginning, and only to use her as a guide for the complete destruction of Yanyan and the self-proclaimed decent dogs.

Yao Ying is so unique.

Always looking at him with such carelessness, always with a little childish and ridiculous goodwill.

Many times, looking at her all the time, there’s something in her heart that can be described as irritating.

Scrambles are burning in the heart, husking in the ear, and the heart is pounding in the chest. He felt sickly impulsive, his fingertips shivering, and his sudden impulses mixed with unnamed desires.

He thought it was murder at first.

This was the first time that he had seen a man who wanted to touch Yao Yin.

With this knowledge, he killed the men in the Sonmen.

But even so, the impulse and desire did not fade.

Why? Isn’t it murder?

Later, no matter how much he lied to himself, he could not prevent a well-established fact from becoming apparent if he defended it with his own heart.

It was always felt that his self-esteem did not allow him to admit it.

But the more we live with yao, the more obvious that is.

He’s moved.

The fact that he was too afraid to call it love makes him a bit overwhelmed. Love or desire, he may not know.

It’s just that she doesn’t want to be separated, and she doesn’t want to be in contact.

With this idea, he thought of the peach tree that was forgotten in the yard. He needs to bring back the spirit of the tree so that Yao Yin will never leave himself.

And then there is the beginning and the end.

When Yao’s mercy disappears in his arms, there is nothing but confusion in his heart. The matter of “living” has never been so redundant that he has even put his hand on his sword.

No, he’s got yao’s life inside him.

With this awareness and knowledge, he paid for his right arm for his life.

Everything may have a price. The loss of his right arm and Yao’s compassion came at the expense of his own house.

If you can do it again, you can do it at the cost of both arms. What is the purpose of God’s re-examination?

It’s been 10 years without knowing.

It’s just that he wants to see yao again. Just once, even at the cost of life, has become the backbone of his survival.

And when the loss came to pass, and when the mercy of Yao fell in his arms and listened to his story of the past decade in silence, she blamed herself.

“But life isn’t just love and be loved.”

His eyes fell on her and he watched with greed.

“For me, life is just you.”

“Yeah?” She laughed. “Let me tell you the rest of my life in a responsible manner.”

The moonlight of that night seemed to be so hot that it was red on the girl’s ear. The light in her eyes was neither a deliberate temptation nor a finely calculated trap, but she was willing to die.

He leaned over and kissed her lips.

Then it’s based on body instincts.

Stripped clothes, red marks on the white skin. The young girl held him in a rush to breathe and gently crossed his right shoulder.

She had a sour sadness in her voice, “…it must have hurt.”

He did not speak, but he held her with his single arm, and the neck was strangling with his strength, and he did not forget to comfort her.

“It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt when you bit me.”

The young woman had tried to blame him, but then the sound melted into a mixed hot panting.

In the shadows, the undisturbed sense of mind faded for a moment.

He recalled that night, the night he first kissed her.

He who belongs to his God did not give himself mercy, but was weeping in pain.

And now, when he looks down and kisses again with tenderness, he tries to smile at him, even though his cheeks are burning and tears fall.

“I like you.” He murmurs, “Is that love?”

The other party did not answer, but was crying over the invasion of desire.

But this time, it’s time to get caught.

For the first time in life, apart from the negative emotions, it was felt for the first time that there was a mixture of joy and abetted emotions called love and love.

– Yes.

Thank you for seeing it in the end. It’s all about the authors.

I’m good, you guys.

I’ll see you next time.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.