The Endless Shuttle

Luo Pei looked like Azalia who was possessed by gauze Nicholas, and he didn't know what to say.

"Azalia, from a human point of view, you are my "mother" right now? "

"It's true."

Azalia narrowed her eyes, climbed on Rope's shoulder, and chatted with his cheek with her long black hair.

"You are both your father and your son, and I am your mother and your wife. If you think about this relationship with human concepts, it may be an unsolvable problem, right?"

Rope used his own power to induce him into the body of Azathoth, and Azathoth was ready to give birth to him like a mother.

I can't figure it out at all.

"So I have long since given up the human concept on this matter."

Lopez picked up Azalia and placed her next to the throne, then stood up and looked at the chaotic starry sky outside the palace.

"What's wrong, Ape?"

Azalia looked at Rope suspiciously.

"Don't you like it here? Why don't you go back to my body first, where it should be more comfortable."

"No, it's just that I miss some things in human society."

He squeezed his palm, even if he did not complete the "Ascension Ceremony", the power of a single spiritual body is enough to destroy an entire world.

He seems to have experienced the trouble of excess power all the time.

"Azalea."

"Um?"

"I want to go out for a while." Rope added. "Go to the inside of the world."

"At this point in time?" Azalia asked in surprise. "Your "fetal movement" will end soon, and if the body consciousness is separated from the body at that time, it's not a joke, and I can't bear to lose control of that force. "

"A century at most, and I'll be back."

Luo Pei walked slowly towards the outside of the palace.

"I need to re-learn some things from human beings, the true meaning of chaos, feelings, thinking, and the view of the weak. I can't give up these things that help me grow, and I must take them back one by one."

When he reached the end of the palace, he turned back and said.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right back, my mother."

After finishing these words, the blond boy disappeared completely from Bai Yu's palace.

The divine power instantly transferred his will, passed through the barrier of the world, and projected it into an unknown ordinary world.

Azalia also sighed, hugging her knees and leaning on the armrest of the throne.

"You haven't listened to me ever since."

She slowly closed her amber eyes, and put all her consciousness into the gestation of her body.

"Be safe, my child."

Chapter 2 Encounter

Is everyone's childhood painful?

Arsha is not sure, but the only thing she can be sure of is that her childhood is definitely the worst memory when she grows up, like the kind of garbage that is still in the stinky gutter, and even thinking about it feels disgusting.

She doesn't know who her real parents are, and she's been living in the Sturm Orphanage for as long as she can remember. I have to admit that it was the happiest time for Aersha.

Although the mother dean's brown mean eyes could see nothing but dollars, she would not punch Arsa and could feed the bellies of forty-three children. Unlike her adoptive father, who is addicted to alcoholism, beating women and gambling all day long, let alone her adoptive mother, after being beaten by her husband, she vented all her pain on herself, and even asked her to The thirteen-year-old adopted daughter went to "pick up" to raise the moth nest.

Arsha didn't want to give her first time to a man she didn't know in exchange for those insignificant dollars.

And most likely won't get into your pocket.

"If you want to go, go by yourself, you bastard..."

Arsha muttered something in a low voice, took out a crumpled cigarette from her pocket, lit it with the few matches left, and took a deep breath.

- She stole it from her adoptive father.

Since she was ten years old, she didn't know whether it was because she inhaled too much second-hand cigarettes, or the pain in her heart was increasing. Arsha just fell in love with the feeling of cigarettes just once.

However, she does not have any source of money, and her "home" is so poor that even a TV is a black and white screen in the last century. Apart from three meals a day and still being guaranteed, it is impossible for Arsha to get even a penny. pocket money.

Sitting on the bank of a filthy creek, Arsa raised her head, and there were dots of lights shining in the densely packed dilapidated buildings around her, illuminating her surroundings.

Where there is wealth, there is poverty. Gotham City's famous "slums" will always be an alternative city that never sleeps.

Drug dealers, gang members, prostitutes—all imaginable gray and black characters can be found here... As for the management and security issues here, the police don't even bother to take a second look Do.

It is said that the leader of the gang named "Penguin" actually rules this area. Arsa even laughed for two days because of the name, as long as she imagined a penguin with a rifle and tattoos, and countless vicious little brothers behind her, she could hold her stomach and laugh non-stop.

It was the only thing that made Arsha laugh out loud recently.

"Damn..." The girl's hands trembled, and she let go of the cigarette that had burned to the filter.

The moon was still so bright in the sky, Arsha had memorized the law of the appearance of the moon. At this time, she would sneak out to enjoy it regardless of her adoptive mother's objection-although she might be beaten severely afterwards, Arsha felt it was very worthwhile.

There is nothing more beautiful than this, is there not?

Time passed bit by bit, and when it was almost midnight, Arsha finally stood up from the river bank and patted on her old blue jeans.

If he doesn't go home again, it may not just be a matter of beatings.

She doesn't look bad. Although most of the people walking around here at midnight are familiar faces, who can say for sure in this kind of place? The trouble will be big.

Even if a "little lamb" like her doesn't enjoy it by herself, she can sell it for a lot of dollars—Arsha even knows how much she is worth from the human trafficker who lives next door.

"ah?"

Thoughts were disturbed.

Arsha's foot that had already started to move stopped, and stared blankly at the opposite side of the river bank which was only three meters away.

Not the filthy water with floating garbage, nor the paint-peeled benches on the opposite bank. On the stone steps, a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old with bright blond hair stood there, quietly looking at the distant sky.

When and where did he stand? Arsa couldn't help thinking.

But searching through the memory, there is no sign of this young man coming here. He appeared out of thin air like Aladdin's magic lamp, out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere.