Chapter 522 Ch521 Silver Butterfly in the Dense Forest

Chapter 522 Ch.521 Silver Butterfly in the Dense Forest

Midnight.

Roland and Shandel chatted with each other for about half an hour before the stupid thief dug a not-so-deep earth pit—it really couldn't get to the rich man's cemetery.

Not to mention the gravekeeper there, it couldn't even open the locked tomb.

'Let's follow it. '

Roland lowered his waist, and Shandel and he fell behind it not far away—the shadow was holding a newly dug baby corpse, stumbling all the way in the fog, passing through the cemetery and coming to the fence at the edge.

An opening that was opened with an iron clamp at some point.

This is for tomb robbers to enter and exit, and it should be a trace left by a group of people a long time ago.

It was found by a stupid thief.

Roland and Shandel followed it, got out of the cemetery through the broken fence hole, and went all the way to the dense forest outside the suburbs.

The night fog was thicker.

The damp water vapor and the dust in the air stick to the exposed skin, gradually forming a thick layer of stickiness.

The crooked dead branches that died in the winter are like shadowy ghosts. In addition to the rustling sound of the bushes pushing the trouser legs, the cries of a few crows can be heard from time to time in the deep woods.

No one would say this is hell, but if you say this is the dark road to hell, I am afraid many people would agree - there are many such forests outside the suburbs of London, but no robbers would try to hide here after stealing money and killing people.

They are also afraid of ghosts.

Roland walked in front with a bent waist, and Shandel followed her man behind.

She looked at his neck for a while, then his buttocks, his forearms, wrists and clean and slender fingers.

And the black hair tied with gray satin, which was extremely abstinent and fell to his back.

She was like a vicious cat quietly following her owner, lured by the hair like a cat teaser, chasing it all the way, and had to chase it until her feet were completely worn out.

Shandel pressed the tip of her tongue with her index finger and laughed silently.

The things flowing in her body and filling her soul always made her dislike many people or things, always wanting to break them, making them irreparable and unable to go back - but if she fell in love with something, the blood and soul would also urge her, and more violently.

They hoped that she would destroy herself as quickly as she destroyed others.

She couldn't explain what this feeling was like, and couldn't teach her students like a teacher, saying that it was better to use a needle or a stick.

But she knew clearly.

This feeling could not be given by the Father of All Things.

Her kind and self-sacrificing mother couldn't give it, her foolish father who buried his head in the pond to learn to fish couldn't give it, and her grandfather, the holy child who tried to steal her underpants and later repented and committed suicide, couldn't give it...

The little animals in the East District couldn't give it either.

This feeling...

Shandel reached out and scratched Roland's back.

'Only you can give it to me. ’

The gray-haired girl walked in the shadows, and the man with the scorching sun in his eyes followed her.

Suddenly.

The footsteps in front stopped.

Roland pulled Shandel behind a tree to hide.

The shaky thief held the corpse, pushed aside the messy bushes, and crawled through several collapsed dead trees.

——In front was a house with only half left.

Maybe it was a simple wooden house built by a hunter as a temporary stay. The house was made of wooden boards and iron pins. Roland could imagine its intact appearance - such a house could not be used for living.

"The hunter's temporary stay."

Shandel came to the same conclusion as Roland.

"I'll keep an eye on it." Roland slowly pulled out his gun, "Go find Fernandez, Shandel. I'll keep an eye on it until you come... Shandel?"

The sporadic crow calls foreshadowed the long silence of midnight.

Maybe a few, a dozen breaths.

Roland looked back indifferently.

Someone's teeth gleamed in the moonlight.

Half of her face was hidden in the shadows, and in the darkness, her blue eyes shed rancid tears, casting a gaze that silenced the wind and crows.

In the dead silence, a pair of hands reached out from the darkness.

They held the man's face.

"My misfortune, my disaster, my shame..."

She kissed him gently.

"My happiness."

For a moment, Shandel saw a fire solidified into a cone in Roland's eyes that were always boiling and burning.

This fire could kill her, or the grass, dead trees, and cemeteries behind her, split half of London, and let all good or bad people fall into endless wailing - this is it...

Dear.

This is it.

This is what I want you to be.

The woman who met the master trembled in trembling, in the night dew, granite or electrified metal could not give her happiness, but some people could do it with just a look.

She even thought of boiling her own bones clean, breaking them, grinding them into fine, white and soft seasoning like salt, and sprinkling them into Rose or Enid's mouths when they didn't eat.

Then.

When Roland called for the benefactor with them, he could feel the truest self with his tenderest skin...

She would boil with his white blood, rush into the beginning of the catastrophe, and melt into a barbaric and ignorant soul.

She would not be born, but would rot and stink in this soft swaddling cloth of disaster, listening to the owner of the body from complaints to wailing, listening to her begging ten thousand gods to save her flesh and blood.

Just like the monarch who made the guillotine with his own hands before his death:

'My people love me. '

Xander looked at Roland quietly, in his arms, and let him wipe the blood from his lips with his fingers.

'Your Xander loves you too. ’

She whispered a prayer.

No believer in the Father of All prays at night. But does the Father of all things know that there are also two ever-burning suns at night?

The young girl and the man embraced, quietly embracing as the crow song sounded again.

Because the souls of two madmen know each other, have touched and shown each other their rotten places - for such a pair of harmonious and terrifying souls, their ending will either destroy themselves or others.

Monsters cannot live peacefully.

"I should have brought a whip, shouldn't I."

After realizing that the girl in his arms had finally stabilized and stopped shaking, Roland raised her chin under the moonlight.

Those sea-blue eyes were filled with contentment.

She is full.

"You always carry it with you." Xander gently pushed the man away, touched the mouth that was bitten by himself, and chuckled: "But you are really stingy with using it... Roland."

She pressed her finger on Roland's gun: "You don't need it, right? You don't need it, and you don't need Fernandez de Vinson - it's better to have a smart lover than a thief as stupid as a pig... You See, I didn’t ask any questions.”

"Let me stay with you."

Xander brushed the grass clippings from the man's shoulders and said with a smile: "My Roland, my leader."

she said.

"Why do you always want to get rid of me? Am I not as good as that 'nothing' thief?"

Roland raised his eyebrows: "I won't allow you to say that to the kind person who helped me with my homework."

Xander's eyes were bright: "It's great, so it's too bad, right?"

She rolled her eyes, and her delicate face was as chilling as a resurrected doll: "You know me, so... you are worried that I will kill her, right?"

Xander looked at the old house in the forest that had mostly collapsed.

"I do. I was planning on when you walked in, when you called her name - bang!" She made a gun gesture, like a sparrow that had just learned to fly, with her hands behind her back beside Roland. Toddler, "How much pain should you have? How much pain should I have?"

"One bullet. Roland, don't you want to experience a real, soul-trembling experience-"

Bang.

She was strangled by the neck and roughly pushed against the tree trunk.

The golden flames flowed in the approaching eyes and became thicker and thicker.

Time seems to stand still.

"We know who we are, Xander. I can say that few people know you better than I do, and few people know me better than you."

The girl was lifted upwards.

Up, and up again.

She couldn't break free.

It was flesh and blood that had been bathed in the "Sword of Judgment" twice, and it was a body bleeding with the blood of ancient alien species.

These powers allow the owner of the body to easily penetrate walls and tear steel. Of course, he can also crush her neck, crush the skin, muscles and blood vessels with his fingers, and remove the cartilage from her throat mixed with smooth blood.

easy.

"You can kill anyone. Your parents, grandpa, my uncle, Rose. You can also try our queen if you want."

Roland stared quietly at her flushed face, her brighter smile, and her limbs that began to shake uncontrollably.

"But Xander."

Roland slowly approached and pressed his forehead against hers.

"But Xander, the Winged One."

Roland whispered.

"We have said that when you are still a member, you'd better listen to me."

"I mean..."

"most."

The cold breath on the girl's face was like a stream of fueling air, causing madness to tremble along the dry dense forest in the suburbs of London.

Then.

The man with calm eyes let go of his hand.

The one who fell staggered a few steps, fell into the grass, covered his neck, and raised his head.

He showed a smile that almost split the corners of his mouth.

"If you keep doing this to me, I will keep listening to you... Roland."

She activated the "Secret", and the bruises on her neck melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

"My disaster and joy..."

The girl muttered, reminisced, and begged him to definitely, definitely, definitely keep this side to herself.

Begging him to keep it to himself forever.

Don't lose it.

"Such a quirk is terrifying."

You know what's scariest.

The scariest thing is...

Roland looked down at his palms.

The scariest thing is.

More than one person fell in love with it.

Roland silently raised his head, looked away, and stared at the dead and disabled wooden house outlined by the flames.

A silver butterfly flew through the forest.

Why is she here?

can you tell me?

Halida.