Ark, they don't revolve around you

Sometimes, violence is the best passport.

The storyteller coughed and put on a gentle smile: "Xi's experience must be fake. I have seen her describe rivers and lakes. Her strokes reach the sky and make people mesmerized!"

"that's it?"

"if not?"

Zhuang Ning frowned: "Then why do you want to protect her? She treated you like that."

The storyteller Zhuang Ning was also silent for a long time. He held his chest and said softly, "I just wanted to do it."

"Just want to do it?" Zhuang Ning repeated the word.

He didn't even react, but had already thrown a punch, hitting the storyteller in the face.

Blood spurted out.

The storyteller spat out a large mouthful of blood and looked in astonishment as Zhuang Ning walked in. The man straddled him and then leaned over.

Through the masks, their eyes met each other, and Zhuang Ning could not control the madness that permeated his body and mind.

"No," he murmured, "You're just a prop, a tool."

One punch.

The storyteller "Zhuang Ning" wailed but did not beg for mercy.

"What's your look?"

"What are your tears?"

"What is your grievance?"

Two punches, three punches, four punches... this weak guy was almost beaten to the point where he was unrecognizable as a human.

But the abuser Zhuang Ning still had a faint smile on his face, as if he was looking down on me: "Are you still me? No, you are just a puppet."

"But why do you, a puppet, have to have such a face? Do you have to disgust me on purpose?"

"I don't know." The storyteller with a bloody head said weakly, "I only know that I have to protect her."

"waste."

Zhuang Ning lifted the man by the collar and he admitted that he was on the verge of losing control.

How can a puppet be so self-righteous...

Still so dazzling.

He suddenly became bored and stood up quietly. He kicked the storyteller Zhuang Ning coldly.

"It's up to you, but no one else will appreciate your kindness."

A voice came from the darkness.

It was a very low voice, and the storyteller murmured to himself: "I just wanted to do this."

Zhuang Ning stopped.

"Xi will move out tomorrow." He said finally, turning away without looking back.

……

……

"Have you packed everything?" came the mother's voice.

Xi put down the suitcase and looked at the snow scene outside the hollow window for the last time.

She nodded, picked up the box with both hands, and was filled with joy, as if from that moment on she was completely liberated and no longer had to go through those horrible things.

It was not yet dark and the mother smiled slightly.

"Mom, don't you have anything to bring?"

"That's not necessary." She shrugged.

I pushed open the door, the snow was cold, and the storyteller Zhuang Ning was there, his face was full of wounds, but he didn't speak for a long time.

Xi was furious: "Why are you here again?!"

"I'm here to stop you."

At this point, the storyteller Zhuang Ning spread his hands and murmured almost pleadingly: "Don't walk into that dark night, Xi."

"Get lost!" Xi didn't expect that he would roar like this, "Get lost!"

The mother thought: "Do you want Him to go away?"

"Correct!"

"Okay then." The woman walked in little by little, holding a knife in her hand, cutting beautiful straight lines on the snow.

"Mom?" Xi was stunned.

Before she could react, the woman had already grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands.

There was a flash of silver light.

A piercing sound echoed, and Zhuang Ning was cut in half. His upper body fell neatly to the ground, and his internal organs and lungs fell to the ground.

The storyteller Zhuang Ning still had an expression of disbelief on his face: "Impossible."

"Are you wondering how I could do anything to you?" The woman smiled. "It's simple. You're too weak. I didn't do anything because I simply didn't want to."

"It was fun watching my daughter and you put on a show there, but it all has to end."

The woman... who was 18 years old, turned around, her white clothes stained with blood, and she was as beautiful as a flower.

"Let's go, Xi."

Xi was shaken. She looked at her mother, so strange.

The woman moved forward gently, and with every step she took, darkness followed, swallowing up a little bit of the light.

“Come with me.” The woman exhaled again, “Let’s get out of here.”

Xi was stunned, feeling something was wrong. The man who was broken into two pieces was still struggling, dragging his body and roaring: "Don't be stubborn."

"Wake up, Xi!"

wake up.

She seemed to have heard that voice before.

Waking up... Xi's heart was beating like a drum, and she suddenly felt very sad. Why, a disgusting person was cut into two, how could she not be sad?

but.

Was there ever a time when he begged you like this?

Xi had a splitting headache and knelt on the ground. The seed that Sui had planted for her made a sound of breaking.

She remembered, yes, that person was right, she was Xi, the painter who could make clouds appear with a wave of her hand, she should not sink into this darkness!

But so what?

She let the last hope die with her own hands, and betrayed his trust again, again, and again!

Xi slowly looked at the woman as she stretched out her hand towards her.

Now, it's too late to do anything, Xi thought dully, and suddenly, the fear of facing death disappeared.

Perhaps disappearing is also a kind of relief, ultimate peace.

The woman smiled and said, "It's time to get going."

"Where to go?"

“Go to the safest place, where all the things you fear and hate will disappear.”

"There will be no more happiness?"

The woman laughed and said, "But you don't need that kind of thing, do you?"

Xi looked at this "mother", this enemy, and finally nodded weakly and stretched out her little hand.

——The pain spread from my head.

I don’t know where he was hiding before, but a person suddenly appeared, sighed, and hit Xi with the hilt of his sword.

"Idiot." He took off his hood, disappointment in his eyes.

It was still a familiar face. Xi was struck by lightning: "Aren't you... dead?"

"Dead." Zhuang Ning smiled slightly and looked at the disappeared corpse. It was such a disgusting fake.

But that was her image in Xi's eyes. She was the savior that emerged in this most helpless and tragic darkness.

Now that he is dead, it is my turn.

Zhuang Ning grabbed the girl's hand, pulled her behind him, and faced his biggest enemy head-on.

The woman still had a peaceful smile on her face as she said softly:

"Why do you want to struggle again? It took me so long to make you accept the fact of death. I even left you with a little dignity."

"But I still want to resist you, because you, because you..."

Xi was stunned.

After waking up, everything this world has done becomes so hateful!

She thought, it’s because you had the guts to deceive me and trample on my true heart!

Anger welled up in her heart, and she roared, "How can I not resist!"

Sui threw down his sword, and everything in this world gradually disappeared. It was just a painting, and the one who painted it was Sui. When He wanted to tear up the painting, who could stop Him?

Xi's authority was disappearing, and in contrast, the giant statue of the dragon was revealed, looking down majestically!

"You should understand," the dragon said with a smile, "you are powerless to save the situation. The only thing left is to disappear."

Xi's hands gradually became cold. This time, death was forever, completely disappearing in the darkness where there was nothing.

"Don't believe his lies." Zhuang Ning shouted angrily.

He patted the girl's head and walked straight towards the house. When everything in the world disappeared, the house still stood at the end like a rock.