"Luo Li?"

It is clearly a form of communication that has never been touched, and it is clearly a voice that is unimpressed.

But whether it is his **** talent or the fluctuation of the soul's blood, he is telling himself that the voice over there is Luo Li.

"The **** is dead, what are you doing, what is the suicide note?......."

Still want to ask, but also want to question, the rain is inexplicably flowing from the cheeks.

Gently touch, but can not contain.

Just as the heart opened a door, many things that I didn't dare to think about were smashed out. Too many emotions hit everything and became a mess.

Surprised? Surprise? anger? I am afraid there are.

But in the end, what I left behind was fear and happiness from the bottom of my heart.

Fortunately, joy, she, still alive.

[....... Juvenile, are you confessing to the wrong person? I am the owner of the game...]

"You are a fool when I am............."

Words that should have been blamed and even roared, have not said that half can not say.

Finally, it turned into a choked, blocked nose, still the joy of recovery, which is the most important treasure of this world.

".......you, alive, still alive....Great, great."

Over there, silence, for a long time, sophistry has become meaningless.

【…….Sorry. 】

In the words, there is a deep apology and tiredness.

"Nothing, you are fine."

[Sorry, I am afraid I can't be okay. After all, I am already dead once, and now I am not in this world.......]

"I will take revenge for you."

No reason, no cause and effect, no question, no vows, no promises, no assumptions.

Luo Li at the end knows that Rorschach will do it.

Half an hour later, when Rorschach walked out of the church of the **** of the game, the chest had more emblems like the big gods.

Although still accustomed to facing Rousseau with a smile, whether it is his attitude towards the world or his expectations for the future, everything has changed.

Linn and Su Nana outside the door also waited for a long time.

"Maybe, we should talk."

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“Once, our world is not so chaotic.”

It is a wild and primitive world. The ground is dim, and the dark clouds in the sky are dense and compressed to near essence.

Everything that thunderstorms under the clouds is the fast-growing horned dragon, hit by the thunder, and it is still the end of the scene.

And only a gray high cliff, but stood above the thundercloud.

The thunderstorms flowed in the clouds beneath them, and the thunderstorms rang in the ears, while the residents on them could sleep peacefully.

For the Seymour people living on the summit, the ash trunks that burned steel carbon are the most practical building materials, because the old witches in the family told them that the grayscale tents that were set up would not be smashed by the rogue. wear.

Above the high cliffs, hundreds of gray-black tents were supported. The young Seymours boldly set fire to the thunderclouds, cooking, even if they were accidentally smashed by thunderstorms, they were all blackened by the companions. .

The higher places belong to those who have not yet grown a horn and old people who are old and weak.

Among the tents at the highest point, a one-eyed old woman with a broken corner, bending her back, is teaching ancient memories to the children around the campfire.

"Hey."

The slender ash sticks are stirred in midair, and under the invisible force, the turbid smoke gathers together to form a pattern.

There are floating unmanned, fire-breathing dragons, giants with thunderstorms, fairies jumping in the forest, birds with wings, and most... but still with the strange fall of the comet Smiley face.

"........ In ancient times, although the thunder season will be on time, our people do not need to bitter on this point, the gods give us the underground caves of the limestone tribe, which are not only rich. The meat mushroom, and the sweet stone dew, the few months in the underground, even the holiday days after the harvest, is a good day for the young girls to marry. Most of you are probably after the seven I was born in eight months."

The black, thin fingers are shaking at hand, and the faint smog constitutes a long-horned young man and woman who smiles.

They are close to each other, laughing and singing, working together, dragging huge insects and dinosaurs into the cave one by one.

Suddenly, one of the teenagers with a headscarf jumped out of the crowd and jumped on the curved nose of the old witch, bowing her eyes.

"Gig, the little guy don't tease. Old, old, come."

The shadow of the broken-angle girl who had been holding hands with the young man, but made a face to the old witch, and then jumped to her head, gently touching the trace of the broken corner.

The old witch himself, but also rare to reveal a gentle smile into the memory.

When she found that the children were staring at her, she was red-faced, and she used a gray wooden rod to disperse the smoke and continue to talk.

"........ But one day, the evil spirits are coming."

In the picture of smoke, a comet fell, and the grimace floating on it was laughing. When it landed, countless ghosts swarmed out from the meteorite.

The young men and women are escaping wildly, but they are still caught up and shredded by ghosts.

Seeing that everyone has no hope.

In front of the children, the boy with a headscarf, the girl who opened the broken corner, and the other men blocked in front of the tribe, and then .... changed back to the smashed dim mist.

The girl with a broken angle is crying with a floating headscarf, but she is dragged and moved by the people.

They went to a new plain, reopened the manor, raised the pig dragon, dig the cave, and cried back to smile.

After several seasons, the girl with a broken angle has become a woman with a broken angle, and while she is holding the child to laugh in the fruit forest........

"They, come again."

This comet has come more violently than the last time, but the result is not the slightest difference.

The men have been left forever, and the children of the broken-angle women ran slower and left behind...

After a half silence, the old witch once again waved the stick and pulled the smoke, and the picture changed again.

Broken-angle women and tribes continue to migrate in grief, but what happened after that is no different from before.

When the comet fell, the evil spirits sent their minions and the tribes moved again.

Only once, the old patriarch holding the flag fell, and the woman in the broken corner took over the flag and continued to guide the way of the tribe.

I can't remember how many times it is repeated. Finally, the journey seems to have reached the end.

The broken-angled woman pointed at a towering mountain peak and laughed loudly. Then she squatted and cried.

Her family is less than one tenth of the original, and by her side, there is a tattered flag, a garland worn by a child, and a headband that is dropped.

The smoke formed two suns and three moons. The time moved and the smile replaced the crying face again. It seems that this story is a happy ending.

The silent old woman once again towed the gray sticks, and a light glimmer of grayish yellow smoke reunited.

They fall on the boiling slate and then re-form as a liquid with a sweet scent.

One drop, two drops, some turned into dragon-shaped pieces of sugar, some of which became noodle-type hard candy, and some became soft clouds.

"Well, the story is over, you can start eating."

If it is not for waiting to eat foggy sugar, who will listen to the old woman talking about ancient times.

Finally, at this moment, the children swarmed and began to eat sugar.

The turbid old eyes scanned the children, one, two........ Three more this year, the old witch satisfied with a slight nod, and finally the eyes stopped at the wooden frame of the corner of the tent.

There, there is a garland of stalks that have been withered.

scarf? It has become a patch and pattern on the children's color coats.

banner? If the ash stick that makes the foggy sugar is tied with a rag, isn't it?

The children who looked at the smiles and smiled, the old witch’s mouth also showed a slight smile. After all, there is hope, isn’t it?

"Not good, old grandma, not good!"

The exclamation outside the tent made the old witch frown.

"Nothing, I didn't see that I was telling stories with the children........"

But the scenery that was seen in the tent opened, but the old witch was shocked to know that the ash stick was not known.

Looking at the corner of the tent, the silver comet is breaking through the sky at the end of the sky.

In confusion and fear, the witch in the broken corner is like a smirk of countless faces in the void.

"You, can't escape."

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