Chapter 468 Branching of Events

Paradise.

I don’t know when people called that piece of land this way.

Clean water, order that makes walking on the streets safe during the day, and the hepatitis B vaccine.

Things that are trivial to people in other places, as common as air, are precious here like an oasis in the wilderness.

But in the end, the beautiful kingdom of heaven is short-lived.

Six years later, as tensions between Rome and the Russian Federation grew, a sudden bombing destroyed everything.

That day, the blackbirds whistling by once again sowed the seeds of hatred in the scorched earth and harvested the rising flames.

Everything is tipping to the edge of getting out of control.

All that was left of the once paradise was ruins.

Under the suppression of the joint actions of the two countries, only the last resisters are still trying in vain to save everything.

The loud roar of bombs was heard in the distance.

The fading sunset shone in through the broken window, illuminating the blood on Huai Shi's forehead and the white hair dyed red by the blood.

The matter has come to this, and there is nothing more that can be done.

He lowered his head and lit the last cigarette.

"Let's go, Xiaoxian."

Huai Shi said softly, "The good wars worthy of your devotion are over, and you have finished the road you should take, so it's time to leave."

In the reflection of the broken glass, a dim light shrouded his head, just like a broken crown.

“—Only the crown of unrighteousness is reserved for me here.”

He laughed to himself.

Behind him, in the shadow where the sun could not shine, a still gentle figure walked out silently, looking down at him: "Do you want me to avenge you?"

"revenge?"

Huai Shi couldn't help laughing: "With this achievement, isn't the heaven on earth here created based on my expectations? When I die, this undeserved miracle will return to nothingness with me. . Do I have any grievances that deserve revenge?"

"Aren't you unwilling?" Luo Xian asked.

Huai Shi shook his head: "No."

"No regrets?"

"No."

So Luo Xian laughed softly and stroked his cheek: "But it's not satisfied, right?"

"yes……"

Huai Shi closed her eyes and murmured softly: "How can I be satisfied, Xiaoxian? How can I make salvation last forever..."

"Who knows?"

Luo Xian shook her head slowly and glanced at him one last time: "These are not things I should think about, but at least I know that I should do something about it, and that's enough."

"Is it really enough?" Huai Shi asked.

"Who knows?"

Luo Xian took a step back, turned around, and walked toward the door.

There was a faint sound of gunfire from outside.

Before the door opened, Huai Shi couldn't help but raise her head and stare at her back: "Xiao Xian, have you really achieved happiness?"

Luo Xian's footsteps paused slightly.

"Who knows?"

Again, he answered his question with the same words.

The woman turned back, pulled up her broken hair, and showed him her last smile, "If it really happened, it must have come from you."

She said: "Goodbye, Huaishi."

"Um."

Huai Shi lowered her eyes: "Goodbye, Xiaoxian."

The door is closed.

Gunshots rang out, then quickly fell silent.

The gunfire rang out again, roared, stopped suddenly, and then repeated.

Finally, amid the roar, everything fell silent.

Only the sound of footsteps getting closer was left.

Little by little.

By the end, the disintegrating door collapsed in dust.

Masked soldiers filed in, their dark guns pointed at the man on the chair. Even if he was alone in the end, he would still be so vigilant.

Stand ready.

Low footsteps came in from outside the door.

The blood-stained sergeant crossed the gun forest and walked to Huai Shi. He lowered his head and looked down at his weathered face and gray hair. He asked a question in Latin in a cold voice:

"Teaching a lawyer?"

Are you calling yourself?

Huai Shi didn't know, but she couldn't help laughing.

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings."

Huai Shi raised her eyes and stared at the destroyers in front of her, as well as at the disintegrated heavenly paradise, and murmured softly: "Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

“Nothing besides remains. Round the decay…”

I am the king of kings, I have made unparalleled achievements, I dare to impress God!

Besides, nothing...

Just like that, he raised his pistol and pointed it at the enemy in front of him.

Huai Shi, pull the trigger.

The roaring gunfire sounded like a heavy rain, engulfing him.

In the sudden darkness, he smiled and fell to the sky. In his hand, the pistol spraying out colorful flags fell and fell into the gradually spreading pool of blood.

All around the ruins of Paradise, there is only vast yellow sand.

Loneliness and desolation extend in all directions.

[the end·Nineteenth—The Death of the Pharaoh]

With the melodious cello sound slowly ending, a wave of applause came from the golden hall.

On the stage, the overly young man nodded, stood up, held the cello, and bowed to the audience, but suddenly found that he had unknowingly climbed to a height that he had never thought of before.

Star of tomorrow.

Almost everyone calls it that.

But this compliment made Huai Shi feel stunned and in a trance from time to time. Are such compliments really speaking about yourself? Or are you really qualified to take on such a heavy responsibility?

Is it too childish?

Or...has he really become this strong without even realizing it?

"Congratulations, Huai Shi."

When Huai Shi walked out of the backstage, Mr. Zhao, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward, hugged him vigorously, embraced his most outstanding student, and praised him without hesitation: "You are indeed more talented than I thought. "

"You taught me well."

"Okay, you two, stop complimenting each other." The old professor from the Vienna Conservatory of Music looked on and couldn't help but laugh: "Come on, let's go have a drink and celebrate. I know there is a The old bastard has a bottle of good stuff that has been hidden for twenty years, and I have to let him take it out today no matter what."

"Teacher, haven't you given up drinking?" Mr. Zhao asked.

"Today is a good day for students, we must celebrate." The old professor took out his car keys and walked in front and waved: "Let's go, let's go."

Huai Shi and Mr. Zhao looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and followed closely.

But when he was leaving, his footsteps paused.

At the audience exit after the show, a familiar silhouette emerged from the crowd.

She sat in a wheelchair and left silently from the crowd. When she noticed his gaze, she looked back, nodded slightly, and disappeared silently into the crowd.

Huai Shi froze on the spot.

It felt like she had seen it before somewhere, but she couldn't place it.

"Huai Shi, what's wrong?" Mr. Zhao from the front looked over.

"No, it's nothing."

Huai Shi shook his head, retracted his gaze, turned and left.

On this day, he finally took a solid step on the life path he dreamed of.

There is a future full of glory and acclaim waiting for him.

Only occasionally when she woke up from her dream, Huai Shi would get up and sit on a chair, quietly staring at the exotic night scene outside the window, and couldn't help but wonder: Will she really feel happy in such a life?

But this is just one of countless absurd ideas.

Not worth mentioning.

"What's wrong?"

The wife who woke up held his neck from behind and lowered her head gently: "Nightmare?"

"I just can't sleep, don't worry."

Huai Shi clapped her hand, drank the last of the wine in the glass, returned to bed, and fell asleep again.

【the end·Forty-six of it - the ideal future】

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With the roar of gunshots, the old man of the Yin family fell into a pool of blood.

In the clear sound of the bullet shell falling to the ground, Huai Shi lowered his head and looked at the old face that was unbelievable until death, but he couldn't feel happiness, and he couldn't see any difference from other people's death methods.

After all, everything is the same after death.

He dragged the chair, stepped over the corpse at his feet, and sat in front of the door. As he stared quietly at the manor in front of him, there were faint screams, shouts, and gunshots coming from the distance.

Methodical extermination proceeds.

In the end, everything falls silent.

Finally, Liu Dongli, half-stained with blood, walked out from behind the door and lowered his head beside him to report: "All the people in the Yin family have been cleaned up, but two children were also found..."

Huai Shi raised her head and looked at him doubtfully.

Such calm eyes made Liu Dongli couldn't help but stiffen and feel chills all over his body.

"Are you saying something wrong?"

Huai Shi asked him doubtfully: "If all the people in the Yin family were cleaned up, there would not be two children left.

If the other party's children have to use their brains, don't we need to open another fast track for people with disabilities? "

"……I see."

Liu Dongli nodded, turned and left.

After the two sudden sounds, there was no more unpleasant noise.

There was only soothing silence.

Huai Shi took a deep breath of the slightly sweet air and closed her eyes.

【the end·Ninety-two of them - wash the blood with blood】

Tomorrow's News·Yingzhou Division Headlines

"Monsters from Eastern Xia Land in Kyushu"

"The blood-ridden executioner approaches China"

"The new head of the Satomi family will go to Kansai"

"The Sword of Disaster: Huaishi Occupies Osaka"

"His Excellency, the Grand Commander of the Kokujin System has approached Kanto"

"All the people cheer, the supreme general arrives in Kyoto"

[the end·Six Hundred and Forty-Four—The Road to the King]

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On the TV, the host announced happily: "Recently, my country's famous cellist Huai Shi and pianist Ai Qing got married..."

【the end·four hundred and thirty】

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“Once a Green Sun, always a Green Sun!”

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"Go and tell Huai Shi that Liu Dongli is a traitor!"

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"Xiaoqing!!!"

In the southernmost part of the current situation, in the endless wind and snow, the celestial sphere of all phenomena was roaring, and the terrifying heat caused countless ice and snow to melt.

Here, a huge amount of source matter is burning every moment, and endless possibilities are constantly spreading, spreading, and weaving here...

But now, even the new world's programs have reached a critical point.

overwhelmed.

Within it, the unfolding branches of events are about to break through tens of thousands of levels, but they are still continuing to extend crazily, with endless variables accumulating and erupting from them.

"The stack is about to overflow!"

Amidst the piercing warning sound, ST raised his head in surprise and looked at the young man suspended in the shadow of the celestial sphere: "It's unbelievable, why does his life have so many possibilities?"