Chapter 1470 Chapter 120 "Birds Sing While Carrying Wheat in Their Mouths."

Chapter 1470 Chapter Twelve Twenty · "Singing Birds Mai Song."

Love, warmth, look forward to, hope ... These are things that may kill a beast at any time.

A beast can't have these things, so there is never expectations.

Su Wenjun raised his hands forward, holding Su Mingan's blade tightly, and he did not let him move forward, and blood flowed down his fingers.

Su Mingan waved his sword without mercy, piercing Su Wenjun's resistance. Their ideas conflict, unable to mediate, can only be divided into life and death.

唰 —— 唰 —— 唰——

The blade pierced the flesh and flesh, making a teeth sour.

Like the sound of solid piercing liquid.

Like the sound of hard objects passing the bones.

When the blade was completely penetrated through Su Wenjun, Su Mingan seemed to see a white light. In the white light, a child walks quietly on the wilderness, wearing shabby clothes, wearing shabby wooden masks.

The steamed buns rolled into the lower water ditch, the child stunned on the ground, drank mud water desperately, and prayed that a trace of white steamed dandruff can flow into his mouth. The wild dog bit his fracture leg and roared fiercely at him. And he called back with his limbs, his expression was dumb and fierce, and he even had to bite the dog's flesh, more like a beast than a dog.

Subsequently, the child disappeared and replaced by a teenager.

He was arguing with a house deed, walked from the alley to the end of the alley, with blood and tears, and unaware of it.

Countless sticks, knives and guns, and even the fire fell on him. He gritted his teeth and endured, and there was a wild -burning flame in his eyes.

Soon, the teenager became a youth. Many people lent to his arms, and many people handed him the wine bottle and roast chicken. Many people laughed and helped him lit the cigarettes in his mouth.

But soon, these people disappeared.

Until the end, in the white light, there were only young people wearing silver masks.

He leaned lonely on the idol, looking at a dark tombstone, seeing something, but he didn't reach him in front of him.

The wine was cold.

He looked at the cold wine and murmured:

"I will become part of the world's rotten blood, and become the most rotten and most corrupt worm."

"I will rot, it will be ugly, and it will wither. I will become the worst part of the world, dig deep into the source of its sin, and burn with it together. Someone hates me, someone will hate me, and someone will do everything to get rid of everything. I."

"I will be high, overlooking the Quartet."

"I want to send a white daisy for the goddess."

"I want to send a bright red shawl for the goddess."

"I want to send a gorgeous crown for the goddess."

"The travelers who passed the road gave it to me, and I invited him to meet the goddess together."

"I am a person in the story of the story, deep in the quagmire, and unable to change the world. Even if I do my best, I am just a broken person in Olivis's palm."

"So, I will be a companion with the travelers who cross the road. I look forward to changing this story with him, whether it is ending together, or going back to the ring."

"If the mind is connected."

"We will open the story again and again, let the story start again, let the character be free, and make the future endless."

"If it is unable to return to heaven."

"I will die with the worst and biggest sin, ugliness and cage, and die together."

"There is no corpse, no more resurrection."

The purple hair youth in front of the tombstone promised so firmly.

Until the fire pierced the white light, the dry burning breath awakened Su Ming'an's senses again, and he could no longer see these unreal pictures.

He saw that Zifa's youth had lost too much blood and fell into his arms.

In the fire, the look of the purple hair youth finally became calm. The blade penetrated through his chest, and the blood flowed out. Only the weak voice murmured:

"The sunlight this afternoon is very good ... very suitable for sleeping ..."

"I'll sleep for a while, don't wake up again ..."

He never thought he was a good person. All his plans are selfish.

Want money, want force, and want freedom. Will plunder, deceive people, kill people. In order to destroy the formation of the book of the universe, he did nothing.

He has never justified himself, nor has it been praised by anyone.

Because he will leave.

Today, he has not been able to hit Su Ming'an and does not mean that he lost.

If you cannot be destroyed, then ask for benevolence. Before the formation of the book of the universe, it could be regarded as "perfect".

He was the first person who tried to break away from the fate of the book of the universe, and the first person to reject "perfection" with courage.

"This is ..."

He smiled a little, endured the pain, and slowly put the cracked silver mask on his face:

"I choose for myself ... Story."

The mask covered his mad smile and covered a drop of tears.

The sun is sprinkled through the shadow of the sparse tree, penetrated the crystal leaves, and it shines into the burning fire.

Light and shadow stimulated, as if there was a bird's shadow, surrounded by high dome, flying ...

I don't know where Su Wenjun came from the last strength, pushed Su Ming'an. He pulled out his chest blade, blood was sprinkled with a arc, covering his chest, and limping to rush towards the flame.

The purple long hair flies in the wind, and the golden eyes are shining. The exposed chin is pale as paper, dripping with red blood, fluttering in red, bright like a violet flower.

Just like Su Mingan stepped into the main palace of the world for the first time, the monarch who saw the high of the statue leaning against the idol.

The blood and the bright red clothes merged into one, and he staggered forward, one step at a time...

--Finally, he stepped into the sea of ​​fire.

In an instant, the flames ignited the purple long hair and the bright red robe, as if the violet flowers were blooming like fire, gorgeous and dazzling, bursting with vitality.

Su Mingan almost laughed.

...What kind of obsession is this, Su Wenjun.

You lost the fight, but you didn't want to die under my nose, so you had to rush into the sea of ​​fire and burn yourself to ashes.

As if this way you don't have to appear again, and don't have to become a fixed role and a fixed marionette in an endless cycle.

Su Wenjun stumbled into the fire, his body almost split in pain, and his cheeks twitched in pain.

He leaned forward and closed his already dark eyes.

A purple rose cufflink fell to the ground with a jingle.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9!

The silver mask remained tough in the flames. The best material could withstand the flames, and it glowed with a gorgeous red.

"I lost to you today, Su Mingan. But I also won, and won my ending."

"In the new world."

"... Please don't write me out again."

He held the mask and closed his eyes.

Su Mingan, you are a good person. Although we have conflicting ideas, I couldn't beat you. But I admit that you are indeed a great person.

One day, if you see birds singing with wheat on the statue of God.

... Bento is our reunion.

...

In the dream, Su Wenjun saw the magpie.

The magpie flew around the sacred mountain, just like many years ago, several young people lit a bonfire on the sacred mountain under the starry night, chanted poems, and imagined the future.

The wind of time blew up the peach forest, and also blew their robes.

In this gust of wind, he seemed to have returned to many years ago, when he opened his eyes for the first time and rushed out the door.

Going right, he will encounter a glimpse of the demon mother goddess, and from then on he will become insane and suffer for the rest of his life. Going left, there is a huge strawberry birthday cake.

He walked to the left, and a nasty guy was waiting there, wearing a nasty red beret, looking at him with a smile.

Happy birth, Su Wenjun.

He looked at this huge birthday cake, the best pen and ink, the best white paper, and the carefully prepared gifts on the table.

If he had chosen to go left, would he not have fallen into the wilderness without knowing anything and become a beast that eats raw meat and drinks blood?

…

[“If the hearts are connected.”]

[“We will open the story again and again, let the story start again, let the characters be free forever, and let the future never end.”]

[“If there is no way to save the situation.”]

[“I will... die with the worst and greatest sins, ugliness and cages.”]

[“Dead without bones, never resurrected.”]

…

But there are not so many ifs in this world. Just as the Book of the Universe was formed, his death will also become a foregone conclusion. No matter how the times change, there will never be a chance of rebirth. He doesn't have to appear in the perfect ending anymore, and truly rejected perfection.

If it can't be destroyed, then it's all right.

"At least, this is the story I freely chose for myself."

He closed his eyes.

He said to himself:

It's not bad not to eat cake.

Happy end, Su Wenjun.

Congratulations on your death without a body and never resurrection.

...

...

"By the way, Su Mingan."

"After I die, I allow you to... take off my head... and wait for you to be resurrected in the new world... and give it to him as a ball."

"I know he really wants to... kick it..."

"I agree...."

"But you can only kick it once, and you can't kick it in the face, understand..."

...

Su Mingan picked up the silver mask.

It was as red as blood, burning his palms, and proud like a red and purple rose with its head held high.

He blew the dust off the mask.

He put it in his backpack.