Chapter 268 Dameng Duhan
During her lifetime, she had gone through hardships, tasted the coldness of people's hearts, and had no love in her life. Even the short-term warmth she received was nothing more than a false and beautiful moon in the water.
But it is precisely because of this that the female corpse is particularly sensitive to gentle kindness.
Like a little beast that has been frozen for a long time, she has become numb to the cold temperature. If she can touch something with temperature, she can clearly distinguish whether the temperature is real or fake.
“Well…”
At this moment, Fang Geyu, who was unconscious next to Bailian, suddenly let out a murmur in his sleep, instantly pulling the female corpse out of her trance and into the cold reality.
The confusion in the eyes of the female corpse disappeared little by little.
She seemed to realize who the person lying next to Balian was at this moment. She couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips and reveal a mocking smile.
It’s strange that when facing ‘Yun Shulang’, the female corpse Hesha’s emotion was cold and sarcastic.
But when she realized that 'Tao Ziyan' was also in this room, her eyes were full of crazy resentment and hatred that she couldn't hide.
Balian noticed the change in her mood, and even the human skin drum around her waist began to show evil intentions visible to the naked eye.
He straightened his body, his calm eyes became alert, and stood in front of Fang Geyu in a protective posture.
Unexpectedly, the female corpse with deep resentment in her eyes did not make any further attacks. She floated back two meters away without any legs, like a resentful ghost floating in the night. In mid-air, a palm held up the snare drum on his waist.
She smiled and said: "I will make her become like me."
Bailian pursed her lips and said: "I will not let her become like you. Like.”
The female corpse He Sha sneered, but stopped answering. She raised her long black nails and scraped hard on the thin drum skin!
Zila——
The sharp and piercing sound startled jackdaws in all directions of the deserted house, and bright red blood flowed out from the scratches on the drum head.
Bailian's complexion turned pale instantly, his head boiled like a river, and his soul was in chaos under his body. The feeling was not very painful, but it was very uncomfortable.
It was as if seven souls and six souls were all mixed up in a mess in this sharp and evil voice. The souls were wandering chaotically in the body and could not be controlled.
The arms he used to hold himself up softened, and he fell heavily on the head of the bed. His breath was all disordered, his face was pale, but his pupils were dark and gloomy as he looked at the female corpse.
The female corpse couldn't see, so naturally she couldn't notice Balian's eyes.
The scratches on the human skin drum surface quickly and miraculously disappeared, leaving only a trace of blood.
The sharp black nails, dipped in a bit of red, tapped lightly on the drum surface.
No sound was made, but every tap under the fingernails could send out circles of sound waves visible to the naked eye, causing distorted ripples in the space.
There was silence all around, but there seemed to be a huge drum deep in the ears, rumbling like thunder shaking the sky.
Bailian only heard a thin 'click' sound like an illusion.
Memories that have been dusty for a long time seem to have been weighed down by a huge and hard rock for hundreds of years.
Suddenly, there were such a pair of hands supporting the rock. With a hard push, they actually pried up a corner of the hard rock.
Long-standing sporadic memories, like dust fragments, splashed out like random dust at the moment the rock was pried up.
Balian, who had gradually become indifferent to human emotions, felt unprecedented fear and panic in his heart at this moment. He was like a drowning person who was suddenly thrown into the boundless sea, and his palms were unconsciously asking for help, trying to grasp something. .
At the same time, Fang Geyu also made a cry of uneasiness, and a cold little hand also grabbed it randomly.
Two drowning people grabbed each other's hands at the moment they sank into the bottomless abyss.
Although I know that even if I hold on to this palm tightly, I can't change the despair of sinking into the cold abyss.
However, this is their last support and support. When facing the abyss of despair, no one wants to be alone.
Mottled and fragmented memories dance like dust.
In the chaos, he seemed to see himself in front of him in the past.
A young man in green clothes and a white horse descends the mountain with a sword in his back. The sky is vast and the earth is vast, and the horse with light hooves seems to want to cross the endless mountains.
However, he could not get a glimpse of what he looked like in the past, and the cyan clothes were also the most common style in the world.
Carrying the sword down the mountain, I don't know where the mountain is. The outline of the ancient mountains and rivers is like ink. The only clear color is the sword behind me.
The memory is fragmented and the ground is colorful.
The picture is blurry and numerous. Under the ancient sword pool, a snake demon is seen screaming and stained with blood.
I saw children following a person, walking closely, neither far nor near. Between the man's fingers, the silver snake ring and fangs were shining. There was a girl in red throwing soup dumplings, and a dark-skinned boy was hoeing the ground and planting vegetables.
Thunder breaks bones, cold front cuts muscles.
Old dreams resurface, and all the invisible memories floating in front of you are as noisy as a rushing waterfall.
At the end of those noisy scenes, he saw his blurred figure, humbly bowed and kneeling in the backlight.
As if someone stepped into the dust, he said to the tall and majestic figure: "Father, it hurts, it hurts... If possible, in the next life... can I not do it again? I am your son..."
The tall man who was transformed in front of him raised his arm, holding a cold weapon surrounded by thunder and lightning in his palm.
In the changing alternation of black and shadow, he could not see the man's face clearly, but he could see the red eyes in the darkness, with a faint glow of angry blood.
He couldn't see his expression clearly either.
Because the young man kneeling in the dust and mud could not afford to kowtow. After he knelt down, he never raised his head.
He also turned a blind eye to the sharp blade hanging above his head.
"Don't..."
Someone, in a big dream, screamed in panic, the voice was faint, but it was heartbreaking!
The cold weapon's sharp blade lingering in the lightning penetrated the body, splitting the body and heart, and separating the flesh and blood!
Amidst the hot and intense pain, Bailian was covered in blood, and fell into the deeper darkness as if he had stepped on the air.
The wind blew past my ears, as if it was falling forever.
In the darkness, he suddenly saw a green shadow on the edge of a lake.
Bailian was so happy that he gratefully regarded the square inch of scenery in the darkness as the last light in his life. He stretched out his palm towards the light, trying to hold it.
The erratic and distant voice seemed to have been blown away by the strong wind. She said: "This time, don't go down the mountain to look for me again. I'm getting married."
The light reflected from the lakeside became more and more obvious. It was getting stronger and stronger, so strong that it seemed to swallow up the cyan figure.
It turned out that he mistook the hand outside the cocoon that raised the blade to slaughter him... as the light that could redeem him.
The palm he raised to hold fell down again...
That's it, he was too tired, and he couldn't find a way out among the endless memories. , I can’t even lift my fingertips.
I just want to keep immersed in it.
(End of this chapter)