I Will Rewrite Your Fate

At night, Xie Ming and Emilia came to the tomb again in the dragon cart driven by Rem.

Rozval and Lahm were not the only ones travelling with him. Garfiel also drove the dragon cart and brought Bilma here.

It's just that his expression still has something unspeakable.

With resistance, but with some expectations.

Although I always say that I have to face the past and leap over the past. But how can this past be surpassed so easily? It is because they cannot cross that people want to forget.

Can be forgotten, only temporarily solve the problem. The memory of being evaded by myself will one day come to me again in another way.

At that time, can you escape?

Can't escape.

People may be able to deceive themselves for a while, but they cannot deceive themselves for the rest of their lives.

It is precisely because Garfiel wants to understand this truth that he will come to the tomb again today. He wanted to see if Amelia, who also failed because of the past, could summon the courage to challenge again and defeat... her own past.

"Master Xie Ming, Master Emilia, here we are."

"Well, thank you, Rem."

Holding the green magic spar with a crack, Emilia slowly opened her eyes. In the beautiful pupils, there are already many things that were not there before.

"Rem."

"Yes, Master Xie Ming."

"After Emelia and I go in tonight, it may be very lively outside."

Xie Ming closed his eyes and said calmly: "When the time comes, you can follow your own ideas."

"......I see."

As if he could hear something from Xie Ming's words, Rem nodded and replied: "Master Xie Ming, please rest assured, Rem will protect himself and his sister."

"Um."

He opened his eyes and smiled at Emilia beside him: "Okay, let's go."

"For tonight, kick off the curtain."

"No problem?" Emilia asked with some worry.

"certainly."

The two walked off the dragon cart one after the other, and walked side by side to the trial place where the trial was sensed, and the fluorescent light was again illuminated.

Behind them, all kinds of sights were watching them.

Blessings, anticipation, complexity, peace...

After passing this long stone corridor again, Emilia suddenly laughed.

"Wow, scary."

"Um!! Excessive!"

Emilia stared at Xie Ming: "My laughter is not scary!"

"No, Emilia, you think about our current environment." Xie Ming deliberately suppressed his voice very low: "In this quiet and dark stone corridor, suddenly, a young girl's laughter sounded from her side. "

"Don't you think it's a little creepy?"

"Perhaps behind us, there is a girl's dead soul silently following us..."

"......"

Emilia blinked: "But what we are going to see now, isn't it an undead?"

"Yes too."

Xie Ming's expression returned to normal, and he smiled and asked, "So, why are you smiling?"

"Hmm... how should I put it? I always feel that walking side by side with Xie Ming like this, I really don't even feel uneasy at all in my heart."

Emilia said softly, "Moreover, since Xie Ming, we haven't had such a leisurely walk, have we?"

"When I was in the mansion, I was busy learning about managing territories. After I came here, something like this happened to me again. That's why I suddenly felt..."

"I am actually very happy now."

"Yes?"

Looking at the hidden Shimen in front of him, Xie Ming smiled: "I have a righteous brother who once said something like this."

"Happiness, in fact, is like glass. I never noticed it, but it does exist. As long as you change the angle of view, the glass will shine. It is more transparent than anything but choking on its own existence. The color of glass."

"It's just us, we rarely change ourselves. Therefore, many people are unaware of the happiness that is indeed by their side."

"Xie Ming, your righteous brother, feels like a bard."

"Hahaha...maybe this profession is really suitable for him."

With that said, Xie Ming took the lead in stepping into the stone room, just as casual as returning to his room. Emilia followed him into the stone room, and the two sat down in the middle of the room.

"Um... I feel a little nervous again."

"Don't worry, in terms of that witch's wicked character, when you feel nervous the next moment... well."

Seeing Amelia who was already leaning on her shoulders and entering the trial, Xie Ming shook her head helplessly.

When you feel nervous, then the next moment is the time for the evil witch to pull you into the trial.

Facts have proved that Xie Ming's understanding of Aiji Donna is correct.

"Well, I should go in too."

Letting go of his mental defense barrier, Xie Ming slowly closed his eyes. In my mind, my calm voice began to echo.

"First face the past that you rejected."

"my past....."

"It's really nostalgic."

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"Ding~~~~~~~"

"......"

He stretched out his hand from the bed and turned off the alarm clock on the bedside. Xie Ming scratched his head and sat up, looking at his hands.

This is a pair of immature little hands without any calluses and no suffering or injury.

After a moment of silence, Xie Ming turned his head slightly.

Beside him is a closet with a big mirror on the surface. The mirror reflected his current appearance.

Little flat head, with a little baby fat on his face.

It's exactly what he looked like when he was in elementary school.

On the chair in front of the window, light blue and white school uniforms hung. It's comfortable to wear, but it's very earthy.

"call....."

Taking a long breath, Xie Ming said with a wry smile: "This is really...remembering."

Put on your school uniform and open the door. Quiet in the house, apart from the sound of the clock on the wall, is the snoring of the man in the other room.

After squinting his eyes, Xie Ming walked into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and washing his face with his somewhat vague memory, and then went back to the room again to pack his school bags and homework on the table.

By the way, I looked through it.

"Well, it's done."

It also means that this was when I was a good student before that happened.

He picked up his schoolbag, took the keys and breakfast money from the shelf, and put on some naive light blue sneakers. Before leaving the house, Xie Ming glanced at the date on the digital watch on the wall for the last time.

June 21.

"..."

He closed the door without seriousness, went down three levels of ventilated stairs, and after walking through the alley with some peculiar smell, what appeared in front of him was a green lane.

Green evergreen trees are planted on both sides of the road, and the breakfast shop downstairs is already open for preparation. Following the memory, Xie Ming walked slowly towards the school.

He understands that all this is a projection of his own memory. There are even unnecessary details like the American scythe that died in the alley.

And the location of the death is exactly the same as the one in the impression.

But for travelers like him who have gone through hundreds of thousands of journeys, this place is always worth remembering.

No matter what happened to him here.

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