Chapter 1566

"Sure enough, there is another one."

Until the back of her head hit the stone pavement heavily, she didn't know who said this sentence.

This is the last sentence Qiao Yuan Temple heard that evening. After this sentence, everything turned into a silent pantomime. Sitting in the audience in the distance is a world of facial deformation.

A few fragments that I still remember are played slowly in my memory, which is simply unrealistic.

Qiao Yuan Temple kicked his feet into the air and silently kicked the female staff in red uniforms; One hand fell down, grabbed her neck, and pressed her to the ground, unable to move; Someone's high heels stepped into her stomach fiercely and silently; The foot was pressed, and a heavy finger ripped away her eyelids.

It happened that the first snow fell that day.

From the blue and gray sky, pieces of snow fluttered and fell leisurely, and from the high altitude, small invisible white dots turned into larger and larger fuzzy snowballs; It was gray and white at first, dyed orange when passing the street lamp, and finally turned into deep blood red in her eyes.

Kim Yeon seemed to run staggered when they rushed up. When Qiao Yuan Temple coughed and struggled to get up from the ground, there was only her and the growing snow in the park, and there was a deafening silence.

It was her resistance that angered those people, causing the infection process to become a long and unnecessary beating and torture. Qiao Yuan Temple barely stood up in a daze, dragged his feet through his blood, and walked step by step outside the park. The pain caused by each step was like a sharp cone, which plunged into the lacrimal gland.

Pedestrians who met on the road could not see her injuries, but only looked at her face with concern; When they saw what they wanted to see, they turned away.

Qiao Yuan Temple didn't know how he got home. The car was left outside the park, so she walked slowly in the snow and rain. When she got home, her hands and feet were all wooden, as if she would break and fall down when she touched something hot.

Her hands turned into two pieces of frozen dead meat, and she couldn't pull out the book or the pen. But she still struggled and piled all the books, objects and records she had seen and heard in the last recovery on the dark red Persian carpet in the living room.

... although the most important one is missing.

Qiao Yuan Temple fell to the ground and turned desperately in the pile of books. The dripping snow, rain, blood and tears wet the book cover. That night, she lay on her back on the carpet and passed out in a coma. The pile of things was like a fire of hope in a cold night, which gradually went out with the depth of the night.

When she woke up the next afternoon, she sat on the carpet for a while. In addition to the pain all over her, the despair that seemed to sink into hell disappeared.

In the next two days, she had to ask for leave to recuperate at home; But she didn't even move the pile of records and books piled on the carpet.

After a few days, Qiao Yuan Temple began to seriously consider yingshuian.

Of course, she didn't forget him, an evolutionist from other doomsday worlds; She also knew that he did have a special means - didn't he suffer so much unnecessary trouble because of himself last time?

What if he comes back? You know, he still has eleven months left here. Judging from their previous time together, it's hard to guarantee that he won't come back to see her before he leaves.

If they just sit down and say a few words, she can still pretend to muddle through, but Qiao Yuan Temple is not stupid - she can feel that if yingshuian finally comes back to see her after a long time, it may not be just a "glance".

No, in fact, even if it's just a meal, she can't pretend for so long without revealing her secrets.

So Qiao Yuan Temple specially took out a day, prepared notebooks and pens, and sat down at the table.

"Ah, I was just infected at that time. If I don't write down those feelings, thoughts and precautions quickly, I'm afraid I'll forget them in a while. Even if I just forget the details, it's hard to do, because now if you let me imitate and say, I can't say those words."

Qiao Yuan Temple leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and the laughter surged up in her chest like a series of blisters. She had to hold back hard before she could continue talking.

"Speaking of it, you can only blame yourself." She tilted her head, sighed contentedly, and said, "if you don't come back, won't there be nothing?"

Sakura Shuian, holding her hands on the table, still maintained the same posture and looked at her straightly. His complexion gradually became whiter, as if the snow fog had accumulated into his skin after falling, and the bright red lining the corners of his eyes became more and more thrilling.

He wanted to say something. When his lips opened slightly, he seemed to forget again. He raised his hand and slowly touched the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose, his cheeks and lower lip with trembling fingertips, as if he wanted to find those traces of blood red through the touch of his fingers.

"If you don't come back, our well water won't invade the river. You'll leave at that time, and I won't go to you. Who told you to come back? You'll probably find something wrong with me when you come back... It's you who threatened me. You said that if I changed, you would kill me." Qiao Yuan Temple snorted from his nose, but he didn't reduce his smile: "you even told me this method. In order to protect myself, can you understand it?"

After a pause, she played with a lock of her hair and said with a smile, "it's good for you to stop wandering in the future. Besides... You don't suffer."

As soon as she said this, she felt a flower in front of her eyes - the chandelier on the ceiling of the living room was smashed, and the broken glass was wrapped in the storm like ice crystals, hitting her with the figure.

Qiao Yuan Temple's head was "Dong" hit the sofa, and her pincers like fingers tightly bound her throat; In the blink of an eye, the oxygen flowing in her windpipe was cut off, and her blood vessels gradually expanded in despair, but she still couldn't get a trace of support - she struggled and tried to push a few times, and the hand lines on the Yingshui bank didn't move.

What he was doing at the moment was like trying to kill her in anger, but he was silent without a trace of murderous spirit.

"Do you, do you want to kill me?" her broken words were hard to hear intermittently. "You, you next... Alone... I want to stay with you..."

Yingshuian still heard clearly. The strength of his fingers pressed heavily on her windpipe for a few seconds. Maybe he didn't even notice that he was relaxing a little.

He lowered his head, and his black hair fell disorderly. Together with his breath, it was like a curtain that trapped her and cut her out of the world. Blood red was slowly flowing out of the corners of his eyes, making him look as if he was unconsciously crying.

"This sentence is also written in your notebook."

Indeed.

After being infected, even if you don't make any efforts, there is a 24-hour period, and your mind won't change much for the time being. Of course, Qiao Yuan Temple should consider what will happen after he finds out that he is infected, and what he - or what he would say a few days ago, so that Sakura Shuian can let her die.

"It doesn't matter. I don't care if everything you say now is written in advance." He was still pressing on her like a brewing storm. With just a little more strength, her throat would break. But he won't.

He is a kind of person who looks very strong, powerful and capable, but in fact, he will quickly accept and silently endure.

Sakura Shuian suddenly released her and stood up straight.

Qiao Yuan Temple coughed desperately, half really uncomfortable, half pretending to be uncomfortable, because he wanted to have compassion for himself. The raw rice is cooked. Anyway, he will live in this world in the future. Why bother her, right?

The reason why she hasn't taken off her face is that she doesn't want to scare him. It's necessary for him to still have a good impression and fantasy about himself now. In the future, he will also change.

Sakura Shuian picked up the T-shirt from the ground and put it on without saying a word. He raised his hand and put his black hair behind his head, revealing his purplish red blood like eyes and looked at her for a while.

"Follow me to the bathroom."

Eh? This order was unexpected to Qiao Yuan Temple. Why do you want to go to the bathroom at this time... Many guesses crossed her mind, but she never thought that Sakura Shuian's second order was: "sit in the bathtub."

Now I have to do it.

"What are you doing?" After Qiao Yuan Temple sat in, he turned his head to show pity, and his wrist was dragged by him. Before she reacts, he has quickly tied her right wrist to the faucet of the bath with a chain handcuff.

"This is also my special item. If you are free, you can try to get rid of it and see if you can afford it." When Sakura Shuian spoke, he didn't look at her at all, as if it was just a necessary procedure for business.

"Wait a minute," Qiao Yuan Temple was anxious, "what are you doing?"

Sakura Shuian didn't say a word and turned around and went out of the bathroom. "If I don't go to work, they will come to me!" She shouted at his back, but still got no answer.

Is he going to leave her here to starve to death?

From the outside came the footsteps of yingshuian - very heavy, not like him - and the stuffy sound of rummaging and things landing. Qiao Yuan Temple was deformed, but his intelligence did not decrease. He immediately understood that he was looking for the books used for her recovery at that time.

No, she didn't dispose of those things, Qiao Yuansi thought, and tugged at her wrist several times - except that she was in great pain, the chain didn't even move, completely strangling her little fantasy.

The bathroom is the most soundproof place in her home. There is a green belt outside, and no one can hear the call for help. But yingshuian still remembers this!

"You've been infected too much," Qiao Yuan Temple shouted at the door again under anxiety, "it's useless. Even if you can slow down the speed of change, you also -"

The tall and thin shadow of yingshuian stepped into the door frame and cut off the second half of her sentence. His hands were empty, probably after finding something, they were stuffed into his ring.

When he walked in, the wind blew his bangs open for a moment, and his blood and tears flashed away. Then he squatted down and rolled up a salty, sea like breath from his wide T-shirt, which made Qiao Yuan Temple slightly stunned.

"Wait for me here," he said in a hoarse voice. Without looking at her, he gently inserted his fingers into her hair. "If you need to save the world, you can be saved, too."