Chapter 47 You Reunited with the Witch

Great sadness filled the witch's heart.

More sad than the fallen leaves in autumn.

More hurtful than the afterglow of the setting sun.

Although she was in a hot scene with raging flames, the witch felt a huge hole in her heart. All she could feel was coldness and suffocation like drowning.

She lost the meaning of her existence and even her soul.

Drowning in the ocean called despair.

Let your thoughts and reason continue to decline.

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"It's all my fault... If I could come back faster...", she made such a sound, as if something was broken, Wushen stared at the still burning courtyard in the distance.

My heart is broken, only regret remains.

It hurts so much that I can't breathe, and it hurts so much that I can't think.

The inner collapse completely overshadowed the physical injuries.

At this moment, Krisa wanted to cry so much, but her eyes were still empty and lifeless, without any moisture at all.

The huge grief was completely trapped in her chest, repeatedly torturing her heart, causing the weakness and numbness to spread to her limbs, and finally made her fall into endless self-blame.

"Why...I..."

"I can't even shed tears for my mentor..."

"What qualifications do I have to live like this, this incompetent me?"

16-year-old Krisha sat on her knees with dull eyes.

The pupils trembled, flashing a look of pain.

She hugged her head tightly and hit the hard ground again and again. She hated her emotionally defective body more than ever before.

Once, twice, three times, four times...

The witch continued to hit her, as if she couldn't feel the pain.

In other words, she deliberately used this way of torturing herself to replace the tears of sadness and dilute the self-blame and collapse in her heart.

But this is ultimately useless.

No matter what actions you take, the only important person in your heart will never come back.

When she realized this, Krisha stopped banging her head, and blood dripped from her forehead, sliding over the corners of her eyes, across her cheeks, and across her nose.

Finally it converges at the chin.

Like bloody tears, slowly dripping to the ground.

Finally, the despair overwhelmed the personality named "Krisa", causing the pale golden eyes to darken.

That is not a description of a mental state, but a realism in a physical sense.

The pale golden eyes turned black from the inside out, like a black hole that swallowed everything, swallowing up the original golden color, as well as the girl's thoughts and mind.

Just disappear like this, just be silent like this.

It doesn’t matter anymore…

A world without a mentor is meaningless...

The girl thought dully like this and kept her kneeling position motionless. Even if the fire spread toward her, she remained unmoved.

It can even be said that she is looking forward to the fire engulfing her.

But that's it.

A hand appeared.

Away from the scorching flames that are getting closer and closer.

The broad and kind palm appeared in front of the girl with a miraculous gesture, not caring about the dirt and embarrassment, and helped Krisa up in despair.

Along with it, there is an extremely familiar voice.

"What's wrong, Krisha?"

"Are you injured?"

"Get up first and let me treat you."

Familiar sounds awaken self-enclosed consciousness.

A miracle, a miracle happened.

The witch raised her head blankly and looked at Xu Xi who appeared in front of her. Her half-golden and half-dark pupils trembled slightly, and she slowly regained her composure as if she had been saved.

Great, really great.

The instructor is safe and sound.

The broken heartstrings are reconnected, the soul escapes despair and regains itself, and even the great sadness trapped in the chest dissipates invisible with the breath.

There is no reason, no need for a reason, just because the "sun" reappears in front of me.

"...I'm fine, mentor."

As long as you're here, I won't have any problems.

Afraid of being a dream, afraid of being an illusion, her slightly trembling hands tightly grasped the palm of the man in front of her.

Don't want to be separated.

"This..." Xu Xi was a little silent.

Looking at Krisha's miserable appearance and those strange eyes, he couldn't come to the conclusion that "it's okay".

previous time.

Xu Xi is practicing magic alone in the study.

The observer entry suddenly activated on its own, allowing Xu Xi to notice the attack from the sky, so he activated defensive magic in time and successfully protected himself.

Considering that Krisa was still outside, Xu Xi immediately flew to the market to look for her.

The search turned out to be fruitless.

Finally, he decided to return to the courtyard ruins and wait, only to see Krisha kneeling on the ground alone.

The wounds all over his body, the dirty bloodstains, and the expression of relief.

Everything shows.

Krisha had been through something before.

"Buzz-", a light green light bloomed in the palm of the hand, Xu Xi used life magic to heal Krisha's injury, and then Xu Xi began to ask what happened, Krisha did not hide anything and told everything.

Mistakenly thought that Xu Xi was dead.

A man blames himself and regrets in the ruins.

And the first thing to do is to see the fireball and stop it.

Perhaps it was because Xu Xi was by her side that the girl's face no longer looked strange at all, returning to its usual calm and expressionless look.

But it was this gesture that made Xu Xi even more silent.

"Crackling——"

The surrounding flames were still burning fiercely, and the fire snakes hissed and coiled around the building, scorching the outer walls. From time to time, large mechanical equipment exploded due to overheating, creating even more frightening explosions.

In this strong firelight, in this billowing black smoke.

The witch's figure seemed so small, her clothes were burned through by the flames, her body and limbs were full of small wounds, and her face was left with a residual color of despair and helplessness, which made people love her.

"Sorry, Krisa."

"I should have come earlier."

"It's my fault as a mentor to let you worry about me for so long."

Gently rubbing the witch's hair, and with gentle and delicate movements, helping the witch wipe the blood off her face, Xu Xi said apologetically.

He could have done better.

Let himself and Krisa avoid this crisis.

But Xu Xi underestimated the high-level people in Allenson too much. He could never have thought that the purpose of those people leaving was to destroy the city.

Destroy the entire Allenson and the hundreds of thousands of residents living inside.

I can't figure it out.

I can't figure out what's the benefit of doing this.

It's really against common sense.

Wrong judgment brings wrong results. It's because Xu Xi didn't expect the city to be destroyed that he and Krisa were affected and had this series of twists and turns.

"It's okay, mentor," Krisa said, shaking her head gently.

She doesn't care about anything else.

As long as Xu Xi returns to her and looks at her again, she will be satisfied.

This is the consciousness of being an "object".

If there are more ideas, if there is unnecessary willfulness, then the "object" is an invisible burden for the owner. Krisa doesn't want to be a burden to Xu Xi.

Faced with such a stubborn Krisa, Xu Xi has no good way, he can only take care of the girl in his own way.

He summoned a stream of water to help the girl wipe her face carefully, so that the blackened little face is restored to neatness.

During the whole process.

Krisa behaved very quietly.

Like a delicate porcelain doll, she let Xu Xi help her wipe her face.

The black smoke was wiped off, revealing a delicate face that had regained its whiteness.

Then, Xu Xi looked up at the sky.

He originally thought that the most important thing to leave Allenson City was to solve the supply problem on the way to other cities.

But now it seems that the difficulty lies in how to leave Allenson safely.

The overwhelming meteor shower attack is just the beginning. The aliens who emerged from nowhere and roared into Allenson are the real biggest problem.

"Orcs, goblins, pure-blooded demons, monsters..."

"What are those Allenson executives who have left planning to make the aliens attack their own city."