Welcome to the Nightmare Games Book 2

Late at night.

After disposing of the bodies of the four virgin flames, the three changed places.

Aya did not dare to look directly at Qi Le people along the way and walked silently with her head down. At this time, Qi Le people seemed very embarrassed. He didn't know how to friendly talk with the girls in an active atmosphere, and finally had to be silent. Go forward.

The little queen took the two of them to a hidden courtyard, and Qi Leren went to wash and clean up the demon slime, while Aya sat quietly by the terrace, looking at the sky outside the window, and fell into long thoughts.

Although it was not long before she became a Virgin of the Flame, she used to think that she would never see this colorful world after putting on the blindfold. She took off the blindfold so soon.

The severe pain around the eye sockets had ceased, and she stroked the slightly raised lines around the corners of her eyes, and her eyes became moist again.

"Why take off the blindfold for me?" The voice of the little queen came from behind.

Aya stood up in horror and looked at her. In the faint light, the little queen gazed at her, and her deep eyes were inquiring.

"I swear to be loyal to you ... It is you who gave me a comfortable life, I, I want to repay you, I can't let them hurt you." Aya trembled.

"But you fear me and even hate me," said the little queen.

Aya was silent for a long while, her head down and whispered, "I dare not deceive you, I am really afraid of you ... those rumors about you."

Throughout the Jinghai Desert, the secrets of the bloodthirsty and brutality of the Dragon Ant Queen were spread. Most of the sacrifices offered by the tribes to the underground ant city to sacrifice to the Queen were honey bees that provided blood, and a few lucky ones were selected. To serve the virgins of the holy flame, no matter which type, they will never return to their hometown to reunite with their families.

"You make me fear and make me awe, I ... I appreciate you. If you hadn't chosen me as the Virgin of the Flame yourself, I would have only become a honey ant and died quickly ..." Aya Nan Murmured.

"So you are grateful for the kindness that a murderer gave you?" The little queen asked sarcastically.

Aya was silent, silent, and finally whispered: "I don't know ... but if you didn't, I would have died in the mouth of the demon. You sheltered me, and you sheltered our group living in Jinghai People in the desert. "

The dragon ant queen's mouth slightly tickled, and the smile was full of sarcasm and a touch of sentiment: "Then you know, where do these demons come from?"

Aya looked at her shyly and shook her head. No one has ever answered this question, whether it is a demon or a human. The people in the underground city of Ants are haunted by the tide of demons once a month, but they don't know where the demons came from.

"Then I tell you, they come from my heart," said the little queen.

Aya stood on the terrace as if she couldn't understand her words.

"You also know what a dragon ant queen looks like. Each dragon ant queen's body is torn, and she must endure inhuman pain for life. This pain of losing half of her body also tears their souls and makes them change. Become a demon full of resentment. In the pain of twenty years, everyone was distorted, countless negative emotions squeezed into their souls, and finally formed a demon running across the tomb. As long as the queen Alive, the demon in the tomb will continue to multiply until they die and close their tomb. However, this blockade cannot prevent the new demon from generating, so there will be a monthly demon tide. This group of demon passes through the seal. The barrier came to the underground ant city, slaughtering humans and demons. Now you know why the dragon ant queen can't stop the demon from entering the field of the underground ant city, because this group of monsters was born in this field! "

The little queen looked directly into Aya's eyes and said, "Look, everything you are suffering now is caused entirely by me. Do you hate me?"

Aya stroked the ring pattern around her eyes, and tears fell silently.

She nodded.

The little queen smiled slightly: "I know ... someday, the flame in the ground will go out, so let it sink to the ground quietly."

"So ... what about the people living here?" Aya asked.

"I don't know," said the little queen. "There will always be someone to take over all this. Look at these virgins, don't you just come for this? The power devil has long been watching the underground Ant City Tigers, waiting to be incorporated into the ideal here. Country, everything is over. No one will endure all the sufferings of the Dragon Ant Queen, and there will be no demon tide. You will live in a carefree ideal country ... "

Looking at the ridiculous smile on the little queen's face, Aya shook her head and trembled, "I don't believe, how can there be a happy and unforgettable happiness in this world? I don't believe it!"

This surprised the little queen. She looked at the ordinary human girl again and again. She always surprised her again and again: "You always surprise me. I thought you would be as easy as them. Believe it. "

"I don't believe it, Your Majesty, I don't believe it. I believe in you more than a nihilistic ideal country." Aya cried.

The little queen smiled: "Would you like to be the queen of dragon ants?"

"I never thought about ..." Aya replied almost in horror.

She didn't dare to think about this idea.

"Then I ask a different way. If one day you become the queen of dragon ants, what kind of world do you want to create?" The little queen asked.

Aya was lost in thought and could not answer for a long time.

Once again, she thought of the traveler on the vast Gobi. He also asked such questions.

"I want to ... want an equal and peaceful world. I was born in the Valentin tribe because the skin color has always been discriminated against by the people in the surrounding tribe. I don't know why they do it because we are here. Yes? But are n’t we all humans? If I were to create a world, I hope it would be an equal world. Demons do n’t hurt humans, humans do n’t hurt demons, everyone can understand each other; neither men nor women Regardless of whether or not there is faith, as long as you are willing to work for the underground Ant City, everyone should be equal and everyone should be happy. But such happiness should not be obtained for nothing, it should not be an ideal country. "Aya said intermittently , Her culture makes her unable to speak too deep words, but it is such a simple yearning, but it makes her ideals more pure.

After listening, the little queen said softly, "You are an amazing person."

Aya smiled shyly and asked timidly, "I want to ask one thing."

"You said."

"Why does Her Majesty keep honey ants? Because blood must be used to sustain life?" Aya asked worryingly.

"The blood of a girl can sustain her life, but it is not necessary. Just at that position, you will naturally want to ask for more. Since you have the right to own it, it is difficult for you to restrain your desires and rely on morality to go Maintain your own persistence, because morality is nothing but a fragile piece of paper in front of power. "Said the little queen.

Aya couldn't understand the words too deeply, but she still understood, so she breathed a sigh of relief: "It is not necessary to drink the solution."

"Of course you can, but in this case, you may not live for twenty years."

"It doesn't matter." Aya laughed, her beautiful eyes bent into two meniscuses, "It doesn't matter."

Upon hearing her answer, the little queen understood her choice: "It seems you are ready to be a queen."

Aya looked at the fog outside the window, where was their direction when they came. At that time, the man with a gentle voice walked in front of her, and she gazed at his back all the way, a familiar longing quietly sprouts in her heart. She stroked the ring pattern in the corner of her eyes, and an unaware smile appeared on her face.

"I want to try it," she said.

"Okay, come with me after dawn, I will show you the flames," said the little queen.

"Holy fire? But mortal eyes will be blinded when they see the holy fire ..." Aya said timidly.

"If you don't even have the courage to look directly into the flames, how can you shelter your people?" The little queen asked.

Aya bowed her head in shame.

"It's late, rest early." The little queen nodded slightly and walked towards Qi Leren, who was standing behind the porch, giving him a smile that looked like a smile.

Qile people somehow.

After washing the blood of the demon, he came here and heard the conversation between Aya and the little queen, and had to say that Aya gave him a lot of touch.

In the heart of this poor tribe girl, such a great dream is hidden.

"Zhou Ning?" Aya felt something, turned back, and saw Qi Leren standing behind the pillar far away. The distance was too far, the light was too dim, and his face could not be seen clearly, but it was just a standing figure. Let Aya's breath freeze.

Suddenly she felt blood on her face. For a while, she was glad that the light was dim, and for a while she was lucky that her complexion was dark. Qi Leren should be invisible. She poked her face and looked at the scenery outside the terrace, and did not dare to look at that person any more.

Heartbeat speeded up, the girl's longing silently budded in this quiet night.

She felt her throat dry and astringent so she couldn't speak, but her ears were intently listening to the voice of the man coming forward, panic-stricken and unspeakable.

"Why stand here?" Qi Leren asked.

"I ... see ... see the scenery," Aya said.

Qi Leren smiled, went to Aya's side, and looked at the scenery with her, even if it was a fog that could not be seen through.

"Have you ... um ... read the scriptures?" Aya asked timidly.

"See, what's wrong?" Qi Leren was a little surprised, but Aya wouldn't even ask such a question.

"Then can you teach me how to recognize characters? I don't know many of the characters in the scriptures." Aya opened the shoulder bag she took with her, took out the scriptures in her bag, and held them in her hands.

She still dared not look at Qi Leren's face, for fear of seeing rejection.

Qi Leren turned his face and looked at Aya's hand-opened scripture. Every word in this ancient textbook made him feel countless.

"I didn't expect you to have this." Qi Leren said with emotion.

Aya lowered her head and whispered, "It was given to me."

Qi Leren lit up the lantern, sat down on the chair next to it, raised the scripture and looked up and asked Aya: "Where do you want to learn from?"

Aya's heart beat like a thunder, and she seemed to be weighing thousands of pounds on her head, so she didn't dare to look up.

She opened her mouth, closed it again, and wanted to look up, but she didn't dare. It wasn't until he asked a second time that she hurriedly raised her face from the panic.

With the soft light of the lantern, she saw his face for the first time.

A young handsome face, her figure reflected in the brown eyes, tender as a dream that can't wake up.

But at this moment, Aya suddenly forgot to breathe.

"Qi ... Leren." Aya murmured, tears falling from his eyes, "you're not Zhou Ning, you're Qi Leren, right?"

Qi Leren's shocked eyes gave her the answer.

The gust of wind on the vast Gobi swept away the portrait trapped in the scriptures. At that time, she chased all the way for the story that the traveler never told and the vision that she dared not say, but in the end, she didn't find that The lost portrait can only fall to the ground and cry in tears-just like she is now.

Now the person in the portrait was sitting in front of her, but she knew vaguely that this person would not belong to her anymore.

Once again, something sharp stuck in her heart, so sharp, so painful, her tears couldn't stop falling.

At this moment, she doesn't hate anyone, she just hates herself, why she always likes strangers so easily, and strangers already have others in her heart, she doesn't even dare to show her admiration.

She had no choice but to let tears fall, and let go of the sadness of a young girl full of joy, for a love that was unknown and dying.