Ark, they don't revolve around you

He sealed off the storage room where the departed operators' belongings were stored and never went there again.

At this moment, he saw the pavilion, with its flying eaves and brackets, which exuded an ancient and elegant atmosphere.

He saw her sleeping under the pavilion, with her blue hair loose, still so beautiful.

He hesitated, then gently pushed the woman.

Ling Rumeng woke up, tears gently fell, as if she had been waiting for him for a long time, as if she finally saw relief:

"I knew you would come."

"Are you here to... kill me?"

PS: I’m not in a very good state today. I’m stuck with writing again. I can only write 4,000 words. I’ll be back to normal tomorrow.

Chapter 8.5 He Has No Sympathy (k)

"Are you here to... kill me?"

The words were uttered, murmured with the most beautiful smile, blinking gently, as if this action would consume countless energy.

In a dream that could not be distinguished between day and night, she saw beauty several times, and killed this beauty with her own hands several times. Finally, a little hope ignited in her dead heart.

Zhuang Ning admitted that he was a little surprised when he saw her. In his impression, Ling would never be so... painful.

She is one of those people who doesn't seem to mind anything you say. It's not even about being strong, it's just an attitude.

Unlike her second brother who is kind and needs things, this girl does not need external things. Even a banished immortal would have such miserable moments.

Even though he had heard Liang Xun talk about this before going up the mountain, Zhuang Ning still found it incredible.

As for sympathy—he lowered his head slightly, without any similar feelings.

Maybe... but who knows if it's true? In the dream with Ling, they also hugged each other in desperate situations. When she was climbing the mountain, she was smiling all the way, as if they were very close.

The result was a stab in the back.

He stabbed with a smile, without any hesitation or doubt.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Ning's fear emerged like lightning.

He no longer had any sympathy for her. All beautiful women were deceitful.

However, out of inertia, Zhuang Ning still bent down and opened his mouth.

As soon as she made this move, Ling spread out her hands, and wrapped her two bare hands around his back, their lips touching, and she used this way to confirm his presence.

After a long time, their lips parted, and Ling smiled slightly, that smile was like a flower that had blossomed to its fullest: "Okay, you are real... This is not a dream."

"Why do you say that?" Zhuang Ning did not react, like a stone.

"If you were in my dream, you should have pushed me away." She finally seemed to see the light from the deep darkness, "Doctor."

As she spoke, Zhuang Ning still took a step back. Whether it was hostility or kindness... no matter what, it was better not to act so close.

Order to be silent.

I bit my lips for a long time, but the tears were still flowing.

It's so hard, I didn't feel this way before. After all, in that dream, he really wanted to help you. He had been betrayed more than once, but he still felt that you could be trusted in the end.

But you still handed the knife over. Whether it was a conspiracy or a misunderstanding, the relationship became ridiculous, as if it had changed in nature.

Her eyes shook slightly, as if begging

"Kill me. After you leave, I will still fall into that dream and experience pain again and again at an unknown time."

"Pain." Zhuang Ning thought, "Will you?"

"It will hurt me." Ling whispered in a low voice.

Both of them were silent.

A few minutes later, Zhuang Ning sighed: "All the fragments except you have disappeared."

"……what?"

"They are all gone. You are the last one." His voice was like a machine, without any emotion. "Ling, what happened to you?"

Ling said reluctantly: "The years have revived in my body."

recovery……

"You lost." Zhuang Ning roughly guessed it, and nodded after a few seconds of silence, "I will fulfill your request."

His hand was on the scabbard.

If he were to take action, he would show no mercy. Perhaps the greatest sympathy he could show to this woman was to kill her cleanly and quickly with a knife.

Ling was not afraid of death, which was a rare clear-mindedness of hers. Perhaps if Zhuang Ning had not come, her fate would have been to sink into darkness.

"Before you kill me, can I make a condition?" Ling endured the pain in his chest.

"condition?"

"I want to take another look at Shang Shu." Her hair fluttered in the wind. "I want to take another look at all this."

……

cinema.

The cinemas are very busy today, and new movies are released during the holidays.

In the corner, there was a low voice, murmured with a feeling of neither comfort nor loneliness: "This is the movie of the year."

"Correct."

“It’s great that she finally has the chance to fulfill her dream.”

Zhuang Ning said nothing. After Ling proposed that condition, he finally agreed.

Although he seemed weak, Ling was still a fragment, his authority was insidious and powerful, and he promised to be more worthy.

Before going down the mountain, he specifically reminded Liang Xun not to send anyone to follow him, as the appearance of government officials would inevitably cause unrest.

While I was thinking, the movie started. It opened with a vast sea of ​​snow. Warriors wearing black armor were advancing rapidly in the snow. The black and white in the picture were particularly dazzling.

At the end of the snowfield, the giant beast opened its eyes, roared, and looked down at Yan's people with indifference.

"Why are you here?"

This is the first scene of the movie, the beginning and end of the battle between the Great Yan Warriors and the enemy.

On a distant ancient battlefield, the people of Dayan are united as one, working together to encircle and suppress the giant beast, and snow and blood are raised together.

However, this scene did not bother him and he just held the man's hand.

Ling was not as energetic as she seemed. Her consciousness, memory, and words were still echoing in her ears like a ghost. The scene on the screen seemed to have brought back some impressions. She seemed to have seen the same giant beast, but its appearance and ferocity were far beyond those in the movie.

However, the giant beast was not knocked down by anyone, but was strangled to death by the years.

After watching a movie, I feel confused and my vision and hearing are hazy.

till the end.

It wasn't until the murderous hunt began that the two memories overlapped.

The protagonist in the picture turned out to be Zhuang Ning. He moved forward little by little, holding a long sword, crossed the road full of corpses, and looked coldly at the woman standing among the dead.

The woman had a pair of golden eyes that seemed to be burning.

She sneered, with sadness and emotion: "You shouldn't have come."

"But I'm here anyway." Zhuang Ning lowered her head quietly and clenched the sword in her hand, "I'm here to kill you."

The woman did not move or resist. The sword pierced into her body, and trickles of blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

But the woman did not fall, and remained proud until her death.

Ling was confused. What was that just now? A movie? No, was it an illusion? She clenched her fists silently.

She didn't remember when the movie ended, nor did she remember how the people around her reacted. When she came to her senses, the screen had gone black.

There was only her and Zhuang Ning in the huge space. Ling turned her eyes and murmured, "This movie is very good."

"Yes." Zhuang Ning agreed.

The voice became even weaker: "In the end, did the protagonist kill Sui?"

Zhuang Ning nodded: "Kill him. Even if he doesn't kill him, someone else will."

Ling Canran smiled: "No wonder you suggested watching it with me, I understand."

She stopped moving, her hands gradually becoming cold: "You can do it now, Doctor."

It's like being relieved and no longer stubbornly insisting.

"Now? I thought you'd want me to take you to more places."

"No need, this is enough." Ling stood up and exhaled slowly. She also wanted to see more, but she couldn't stop the Sui Beast from waking up.

The reasons she gave were impeccable: "It's unnecessary... Haven't we wandered for longer before? In my dream, we walked together for a long, long time."

Her murmurs faded away, but her hands unconsciously clenched.

Yes, it would be nice if that scene could be replayed, but time cannot be reversed and everything is set in stone.

"Touching love."

A voice sounded, as if mocking.

At this moment, Zhuang Ning raised his head and looked at the woman standing on the high place.

The hem of her red skirt was like a burning flame. Her face was calm, but her eyes were filled with disdain: "Why bother about me? Just keep acting. I don't mind."

She was like a spectator, never noticed, and whispered calmly: "If the year is revived, seeing you choreographing like this, the expression will definitely be quite exciting."

"Ya." Zhuang Ning raised his eyebrows and called out her name.

Suddenly, in this not-so-large cinema, the dry sand became noticeable.

It was as if the wind carried the dust away, and the dust rolled and sand covered everything.

When Zhuang Ning blinked again, he was already on a wonderful platform made of cast iron. The woman was standing at a distance from him, staring at him coldly.

This is the power of Ya, the power to decide the Spring and Autumn Period. Ling stood in front of Zhuang Ning, his eyes uncertain.