Doomsday Wonderland

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

Don’t you feel it often?

Even if you have grown up and are able to cope with the troubles and burdens that come one after another in your life, when adults' means are stretched thin, when they are on the verge of collapse and unable to control themselves, people will involuntarily reveal their childhood memories. He unconsciously resorted to his childhood habits - he even curled up his legs and hugged his knees, as if he could return to a warm and safe home that he could never go back to.

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

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

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

Her life began after the end of the world.

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

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

"...a little wine."

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

That's your only hope.

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

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

Fu Xiluo Huai seemed to also feel that what you said was true, and he smiled happily again, as if a strong and powerful wind was blowing and dissipated in a short distance.

"Have all his abilities come back? They're all abilities that you - you couldn't even imagine," Lin Sanjiu still lowered his head, and his voice came out intermittently from the throat that was almost broken. "He wants to arouse your hopes and then crush your hopes... so that you can reach the state he wants, right? He has nothing... waiting for you, right?"

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

Lin Sanjiu seemed to be still immersed in a dream, and still knew too clearly what he was doing - or rather, what he had done.

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

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

Lin Sanjiu looked at me blankly.

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

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

But there is so little blood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Big wine."

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

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

"Are you... considered his important person?"

But even though your teeth were chattering, even though you knew what to be suspicious of and what kind of mental preparation to make, you still clenched the handle of the knife tightly in your hand, so tight that your joints ached, and you dared not loosen it a little.

"Why does he have that expression?"

"You said it,"

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

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

The feathers that were brushed by each other became heavier and heavier each time.

You raised your head and looked at the night sky.

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

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

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

"The conditions...are all met.

"...Ah, happy birthday."

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

"Well...he is."

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

Fuzhang Zhao said "hmm" almost with satisfaction.

"...Big wine?"

Lin Sanjiu paused.

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

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

The slippery, warm blood saturates your hands, seeps between your fingers, and flows quickly up along the skin and joints.

Lin Sanjiu's right hand was cold and slippery with her own sweat. It still stayed on Fuzhangzhao's neck, still retaining the appearance of grasping my throat, but it had already softened and rested forcefully on my throat. UU Reading www. uukanshu.net

If I feel it carelessly, my heart will still beat tenaciously; every time I press it, the blade will vibrate, and the feather will brush lightly, like an illusion.

"Um?"

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

At this time, besides knowing that all hope has been lost, you are thinking about everything and thinking that it has arrived.

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

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

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

"Yes." Lin Sanjiu still dared to let go of the knife outside his left hand. It seemed that all he had left was a left hand with painful joints. "...Did he lie to you? He is still talking. If he would die if he was stabbed in the heart...how can he still talk?"

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

"He He……"

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

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