Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 2420 The world above the world

Sometimes when I think about it carefully, it seems that the first years of a person's life set the tone and shape the outline.

Don’t you feel it often?

Even if you have grown up and are able to cope with the troubles and burdens that come one after another in your life, when adults' means are stretched thin, when they are on the verge of collapse and unable to control themselves, people will involuntarily reveal their childhood memories. He unconsciously resorted to childhood habits - he even curled up his legs and hugged his knees, as if he could return to a warm and safe home that he could never go back to.

It's like the first years of life hide something most essential. When people are forced into a corner, they will unconsciously look for answers and seek comfort from their earliest years.

The day when the end came was also when Lin Sanjiu was born.

The life ahead was so far away that she could barely remember it.

Her life began after the end of the world.

That day, Lin Sanjiu opened her eyes in the warm blood, confused and crying, surrounded by strangers; similarly, she could never go back to the world before the end.

Now Lin Sanjiu knows that when she is forced into a corner of despair, she will also involuntarily slide towards her childhood self, spread her fingers, and desperately **** and grab from her childhood years -

"...a little wine."

Fu Xiluo called her softly, breathing softly, almost trembling like an illusion.

His soft hair was scattered on the grass, as if the grass blades were trying their best to stretch out their hands and want to hug him; under the dark dome, the earth and night merged into one, gently wrapping and supporting the two of them.

Lin Sanjiu seemed to still be immersed in a dream, and still didn't know exactly what he was doing - or rather, what exactly he had done.

"Why do you have such an expression?"

Fu Xiluo raised a hand, gently landed on the side of her face, and wiped away some grass clippings. "It's over...Aren't you happy?"

Lin Sanjiu's left hand was cold and slippery with her own sweat. It still stayed on Fusiro's neck, still retaining the appearance of grabbing his throat, but it had already become soft and rested feebly on his throat.

In the darkness, Fu Shiluo smiled slightly; if the night could pass, there would probably be a spring day full of peach blossoms.

"you you…"

"I already said that,"

His tone contained infinite tenderness and patience, as if he was comforting Lin Sanjiu. "Tonight's outcome, if it is my death, I can accept it."

Lin Sanjiu was still sitting astride him; she seemed to have maintained this position for nearly half a minute since the flood disappeared.

"You...what else are you waiting for me?" Lin Sanjiu lowered her head and asked in a hoarse voice.

"I like it when you arch your body like this and look down at me."

Fu Xiluo's breath was so light that it was almost inaudible. "It's like... it's like you are an arch in heaven, almost taking me in."

The wet and warm blood soaked her hands, seeped between her fingers, and slowly flowed down along the skin and joints.

"Have all your abilities come back? They are all abilities that I--I couldn't even imagine," Lin Sanjiu still lowered his head, and his voice was broken and broken from the throat that was almost crushed. "You have to arouse my hopes and then crush them... so that I can reach the state you want, right? What else... are you waiting for me?"

Fu Xiro suddenly laughed, and before the sound could be fully uttered, it was interrupted wetly.

"No...no more." He whispered, "No matter how powerful I am, I am not...not a god. Even if my heart is pierced, I will still die."

Lin Sanjiu didn't know why, but her whole body started to tremble.

But even though her teeth were chattering, even though she didn't know what to believe or what kind of mental preparation she should make, she still clenched the handle of the knife tightly, so hard that her joints ached, and she didn't dare to loosen it.

This is her only hope.

Is it enough to just pierce the knife into the heart? It doesn’t seem like it’s enough to kill Fusiro, right? He is so powerful.

What if...he could put his broken heart back together or something? Or can you live without a heart? Or like my own Black Mist Kidney, there is an organ substitute...

Yes, isn't he talking all the time? Normally, it's impossible, right?

You have to hold the handle of the knife tightly, and before he uses his true method, twist the blade into his heart for a few more times...

But so much blood.

If your hand accidentally slips and the knife falls out of your hand...

"Small wine."

Fu Xilao shouted again. He lowered his eyelids and his eyes became hazy, as if he remembered something happy.

"Your reaction is so quick. The moment the flood receded from you...you pressed your hand on my chest and called out a knife..."

She could think of nothing at that time, except that all hope was lost.

Even when the knife was called out, she didn't realize it.

It was as if a young Lin Sanjiu had taken over her hands, feet and body when she was desperate.

Lin Sanjiu sat on Fu Xiluo almost in a daze. Even she could not explain why, and whispered: "In my hometown world, on the day when the end came, I used this method to kill the person who was pretending to be... He is the evolution of my boyfriend.”

"Eh?" Fu Xiluo opened his eyes slightly. "He pretended to be... your boyfriend? He really deserves to be killed. Well done."

"Yeah." Lin Sanjiu still didn't dare to let go of the knife in his right hand. It seemed like all he had left was his right hand with painful joints. "...You didn't lie to me? You are still talking. If you will die if you are stabbed in the heart...how can you still talk?"

"I'm going to die, why don't you even allow me to say a few words?" After Fu Xiluo finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing again. "I... I am the same person as Nuwa after all... Even if I have never focused on strengthening my body, I can still say a few words, right?"

If you feel it carefully, it seems that his heart is still beating tenaciously; every beat vibrates the blade, as slight as the brush of feathers, like an illusion.

But the mist seemed to be slowly dissolving in those black lake-like eyes, ripples with broken starlight that Lin Sanjiu had never seen before.

The feathers that were brushed seemed to become lighter every moment.

Lin Sanjiu looked at Fu Xiluo without blinking, and whispered: "Then... until you really die, I will stay with you."

Fu Xiro said "hmm" almost with satisfaction.

The night is like a long skirt that cuts across the world, taking away all the sounds of wind, insects, birds, and everyone.

I don't know whether it was her state or the fact that she was vaguely thinking about the future that was waiting for her. Lin Sanjiu felt that she had sunk into the bottom of the sea; the dark water waves that could not penetrate the sky were pushing her and Fu Xiluo one after another. .

"…a small drink?"

"Um?"

"Am I... considered your important person?"

Lin Sanjiu paused.

"Ah you are."

She wasn't lying; in a way, he was.

Fu Xiluo seemed to feel that what she said was true, and slowly smiled again, like a wind that was weak and dissipated after a short distance.

"Xiaojiu," he said softly, "it's still my birthday night..."

"...Ah, happy birthday."

Fu Xilao suddenly laughed out loud, his body shook slightly, and then returned to deathly silence.

"Thank you...that's nice." He blinked his eyelashes twice and reopened his eyelids that were gradually sliding down, as if he was reluctant to close his eyes completely. "But...you think, it is still my birthday night...and I am already happy and desperate at the same time."

Lin Sanjiu looked at him blankly.

"The conditions...are all met.

Xiao, Xiaojiu... after I die, you raise your head and take a look. I hope that my death...will allow you to see the world above the world. Then...take me there. "

Lin Sanjiu was speechless for a moment and just nodded. She sat on Fu Xiro's body and waited for a long time.

The dark night stretches out endlessly, and it is impossible to tell where reality ends.

Even though his life has passed away, Fusiro's obsession still exists.

His eyes were still open, motionless, looking at the night sky. He looked no different; as if his eyes would light up at any moment and say to her: "Xiaojiu has opened... the world above the world has finally opened. You see, I didn't lie to you."

After a long while, Lin Sanjiu tremblingly let go of her hand that was tightly holding the handle of the knife.

She gently closed Fusiro's eyes with her hands stained with his blood.

She raised her head and looked at the night sky.

Yao'er (Fu Xiluo) finally died, wiping away tears.

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