I Was Once a Legend

Wangque's hands and feet numb when she cried. In the impression, even the day when Tan Qiuyu destroyed the Central American School Examination, she didn't cry like she is now.

Allen's desperate, tearful eyes lingered in her mind. The feeling of the parasite had disappeared completely with Allen's cliff, but the disgusting feeling remained in her heart.

She will never forget.

"It's all me, it's all me too useless..." Wang Que whimpered, "If, if I could master the ability earlier, and before Brother Ren was parasitized, he found that there were bugs on him, then No, no..."

She couldn't talk anymore, the monstrous guilt and sadness turned into abandonment at this moment, she abandoned her useless self, this is a box that she entered specifically for her exercise, she has the ability of Lingyinling, she should have Even more everyone reduces a lot of trouble, how... How can I lose Allen?

Dong Linhai had already held back the tears and whispered: "No one will blame you, you have done a good job."

"No! It's not good enough at all!" Wangque suddenly raised his tone. You have done well enough. This sentence has been told by countless people. At that time, she was a genius student. Praise, but now?

She doesn't deserve it at all!

The snow was falling down, Dong Linhai still had blood on Alan's broken arm in his hand. He shook his head and gave Wangque a hug.

This has nothing to do with the youth's buoyant feelings, just out of comfort for the companions.

Wangque also hugged his spine, which was wide enough, and almost pulled into his protective clothing, tears fell down, and he couldn't say a word.

The white cat appeared beside her, Victor witnessed everything in Dong Linhai's summoning beast space, but at that time, he was helpless and could only watch the tragedy.

"Don't cry anymore, it's not good to cry your eyes." Victor comforted in a low voice. "After death, the pilgrims can choose to become prisoners or npc. After understanding the nature of the prisoners, Allen will probably become npc, we should look forward to seeing him in another box one day."

Seeing that Victor's eyes were wet and sad in her eyes, she was calm and could not help but ask, "Uncle, are you... aren't you sad?"

"I've seen the deaths of countless people, and each of us will eventually die, don't we?" Victor replied softly. "If you see a lot, you will see it."

He paused and asked rhetorically: "When dying in the real world, after coming here, have you ever experienced such a collapse of sadness?"

Wangque was silent for a moment and shook her head. At that time, she hadn't recovered from the fear of being pushed down to the roof by Tan Qiuyu, she was led by the clown to join the novice box.

Later, she found a place to live alone and began to think about how to survive in the pure white realm.

It was only when the night was quiet that she remembered her parents and friends. She did not have time to say a parting, and left them in such a hurry.

But what haunts my heart is more unwilling, missing and lonely.

The sorrow brought by death is only left to the people who were left behind by the dead.

"Don't cry, get ready to go." Victor gently touched Wangque's cheek with his forehead. "Allen wants us to live, then we must live up to his expectations."

Wangque nodded and gradually stopped her tears. She sobbed uncontrollably, stood up under Dong Linhai’s help, turned the corner and saw Cui Zuojing, Dong Zheng and Lin Hangzhi In the place where Allen fell off the cliff.

She opened her mouth and saw that she didn't mean to blame her, and bit her lower lip hard.

"Let's go." Cui Zuojing took a deep breath. He looked at Dong Zheng, who was blushing. He didn't let him tell the story in detail.

It was extremely silent along the way, only everyone's breath and the whimper's weak weeping in the communication channel, Allen's protective clothing was unfastened, and no voice belonging to him could be heard in the channel.

There is no way to know how he is now.

Cui Zuojing was at the forefront, and everyone except him was in poor condition, so he took the initiative to take the lead.

Allen’s right arm was thrown into the cliff after Cui Zuojing obtained everyone’s consent. They couldn’t take it away. Instead of letting it become food for bugs in this snow, it was better to let it back Allen's side, at least... also considered a whole body.

Step by step, they left the cliff stained with blood and marched towards the distance.

"His..."

Severe pain burst from all the limbs and limbs and spread faithfully into the brain. Normal people suffer from such pain. The body will fall into a coma out of self-protection, but Allen is still fully awake.

He can clearly feel that the bug is in the back of his head, and gradually control his brain. This control will be a complete control. He will become the walking dead of the parasite, and the corpse may become its breeding offspring. Hotbed.

Allen didn't want that.

But even if he was unwilling in his heart, he was helpless now. After falling from such a high cliff, he had broken countless places in his body, blood was everywhere, and there were no more cuts in the truncated arm. Blood bleeds out.

The rapid blood loss and the low temperature environment made Allen feel that he was going to be a popsicle. He lay on the ground and stared straight up. There was a glacial slit in the valley, probably formed by crustal movement, only two or three meters. Wide, he just fell inside.

When the dagger fell to the cliff, I didn't know where it fell. If there was a weapon around him, even if he tried his best, Allen would point it at his head and make a self-determination.

It's too painful.

He saw the figure of the red giant worm appearing at the end of his line of sight. The worm was near this slit. He seemed to want to eat him, but he couldn't find a suitable entrance.

After wandering for a while, the worm had to fly away.

Dong Zheng, they should be fine.

Alan silently thought that he could not control his thinking well in the pain. He remembered Dong Zheng in the labyrinth of time for a while, struggling to save him from the sweat on the forehead of the quantum caterpillar, and remembered the teenager The golden time on California beaches reminded me of Fengjian Huili with a shy smile.

These scenes gradually overlapped and staged in front of him.

At this moment, he heard a small noise.

His reaction was already sluggish, and when he realized that the approaching voice was the footsteps, the voice was very close.

Someone is coming?

Allen tried to turn around hard, but he couldn't do it at all.

He lifted him with both hands and leaned his broken body against the wall made of ice, thick and powerful.

His eyes moved with the movement of his body. The blond-eyed man appeared in front of him. He had some familiar faces. Allen thought for a while with his already damaged brain, and suddenly realized that this was seen in Dusk Island. people.

Domingo.

Why is he here?

There was a deep scar on Domingo's left cheek, which was scratched all the way to the root of his ear. The red flesh turned out and no longer bleeds. He didn't wear protective clothes and a thick winter coat.

"Be patient." Domingo knelt next to Allen on one knee, pulling his head in one hand to make him bow his head and pull out the dagger in one hand.

Domingo glanced at the bulge on Allen's back, slammed it on the top, and then picked up the tip of the knife, directly poking at the parasite that had halfway into Allen's brain.

He slowly picked out the worm. The worm was bigger than when it was called out by the winch. His body was horrible black and red because he was full of blood.

There were still some white brain tissues hanging on its long feet. Domingo threw the worm on the ground. When it turned over and tried to escape, it stepped on it.

The blood exploded from under the military boots, as if crushing a bulging blood bag.

Domingo grinded hard a few times to make sure that the bug was dead enough to let go, before letting go of his feet and crouching down again, he asked in a low voice, "Are you all right?"

At the moment when the bug was away, Allen blinked slowly. He was finally able to move again. To be honest, he didn’t feel how painful he was just now. He was numb. There is no feeling.

He opened his mouth and could hardly make a sound: "...Who are you?"

Domingo looked at him fixedly for a while, and said, "My name is Domingo."

"Who are you..." Allen asked again.

He wanted to ask how the man in front of him found him, and why he had to help him remove the bugs, but for such a long time, he was no longer able to say it.

Domingo didn't answer. He inspected the wound on Alan's broken arm. The wound had been frozen. In this case, even the bear with a broken heart was powerless. The bear needed a clean wound to create a new limb.

Domingo slowly released his hand. Tears flashed through his eyes. The man closed his eyes hard and whispered: "Sorry, I... still can't save you."

Alan shook his head. He breathed hard, almost unable to feel the existence of his body.

He no longer asked who Domingo really was. By now, Allen had a speculation in his mind.

Since Domingo did not want to say, there must be his concerns.

Allen's lips and lips froze a little, and he looked at the man in front of him, and asked with difficulty: "I... still have the opportunity to choose to be a prisoner or npc... right?"

"Yes, death is not the end of life."

Allen's eyes began to loosen, and the parasite had eventually destroyed his brain tissue.

"If...if I become an npc, I will...remember them?"

"Kether will wash away all your memories, but you have to believe that even if you forget everything, they will still remember."

Allen's lip angle raised a slight, almost invisible arc, bleeding from his ears and nostrils, and the pupil in the center of his blue eyes gradually spread.

"thank……"

That sentence "Thank you", after all, still did not fully speak out.

Domingo knelt there motionlessly, holding Allen's intact hand, not feeling the temperature of the human body.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and raised his hand to close Allen's eyelids.

Domingo stood up, the wound made by Tang Ji on the thigh was still bleeding, and the black pants were soaked.

He ignored it, and took out a yellow rune paper from his pocket, with cinnabar painted a complicated pattern.

Domingo organized Allen's body, combed his messy red hair, and laid him flat in the snow.

The holy snow is set against red blood, like a mandala flower.

He stepped back a few steps and threw the rune paper beside Allen.

The flames rose and wrapped everything warmly.