Chapter 185 Her Misty Mist Grows Well
The shoes stepped on the grass, making a slight rustling sound.
Vifia looked over the bushes and saw a boy sitting on a dead tree trunk, curled up in a ball, looking a little depressed in the open space in the distance.
Her steps paused for a moment.
Debbie glanced at her and saw her continue walking forward.
Hearing a sound, the boy turned his head and saw her in front of him.
His silver pupils suddenly emitted a tiny ray of light, and he jumped off the dead tree trunk and trotted towards her.
The grass was bumpy and uneven, and when he stepped into it, he couldn't help but sway from side to side to maintain his balance.
Vifiya stopped and saw the smaller version of Isidore in her memory staggering towards her. Compared with his usual quietness, he really looked a bit like a child.
He slowed down his pace and stood one meter away from her. The smell of her blood hit his nose and his eyes fell on the patches of her dried blood.
She followed his gaze and glanced at the blood on her body. Her face was gentle: "I'm fine."
He still didn't move, even his eyes were dull.
Was she frightened? Weifeiya was unsure. She lowered her eyes and stepped back.
She saw the boy walking quickly in her peripheral vision, and by the time she reacted, he had already grabbed the corner of his clothes, and his backward movement was stopped abruptly.
Her gaze shifted to his face, but unfortunately he had his head down, and Vifiya couldn't quite tell what he was thinking.
The boy stretched out his other hand and carefully rubbed her blood-stained clothes.
The rustling of fabric continued to reach her ears, and Vifiya quietly watched the movements of his hands, which were stained with her dried blood.
His palms turned red, but he still stubbornly didn't stop.
Did he dislike the blood on her body? Vifiya grabbed his hand, looking helpless: "You can't clean it like this."
The boy's hand finally stopped, and he felt the tranquility that now came from her.
It was quieter than any time he had seen it before.
It seems different.
He raised his head, and the girl in his silver eyes was dazzling. She was still the same girl, although different, but still her.
Her thread... there was more blood on it.
The instant their hands touched, they felt a very different and more intense emotion than before.
The fog, he saw her, was followed by an endless desolate wasteland, with no living creatures, no sun, no moon, the sky was bottomless darkness, nothing was moving, everything was stagnant.
The place where he usually likes to be the most is now making him feel suffocated, as if countless chains are trying to split his heart.
Strange? Clearly there was no ill intention, and everything was quiet there.
The feeling was not unfamiliar. Every time the malice lingered, his body would feel the same sensation, but this time, the place called heart had the same feeling, which was even more burning than before on the body.
Vifiya unconsciously tried to withdraw her hand, but the boy grabbed it with his backhand. He did not use much force so as not to make her uncomfortable.
The boy's breathing became a little rapid.
Vifiya looked at him in confusion; his hands were shaking.
"Issi..." The name that was about to come out of his mouth subconsciously turned around, "What's wrong with you?"
Hearing her voice, he looked up as if he had found a life-saving straw and stared at her blankly.
"Bang, bang, bang." He could feel the pulse from her hand, a vitality different from that of the wasteland.
The countless silk threads on her body were entangling her step by step, sucking her blood.
Is it because of the silk thread?
For the first time, he did not follow his own wishes and ask about her thread, but asked another question.
"Why?" He pointed to his heart. "Will this place..."
He paused, his eyes confused. What was that? He found that no matter how hard he thought about it, he didn't know how to express it.
The slightly relieved heart was lifted up again.
Why is it like that behind her fog?
It shouldn't be like that.
Why shouldn't it be like that?
He just felt that it shouldn't be like that.
Her...her...
Her world shouldn't be like that.
He was inexplicably anxious and gestured frantically, but the more he gestured, the more confused he became.
For the first time, he hated himself for not caring. Why didn't he care? If he cared, he could easily tell what it was, he could judge what it was, and he would know what he should do now.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Vifiya grabbed his hands again and tried to calm him down.
After returning to the past, this was the first time Vifiya saw him so flustered.
Unlike Isidore when he grew up, he had not yet learned how to deal with it better.
"What did you see?" she lowered her voice.
Debbie was ignored but didn't get angry. She walked to the dead tree where the boy had been sitting and calmly started a fire.
Uncomfortable? The boy paused, their eyes meeting. He considered her words, unsure if he could call it uncomfortable. This was clearly one of the few emotions he had, and one he wasn't unfamiliar with, yet he couldn't quite put a name to.
In his head, in the part called emotion that he was least good at, he finally scraped out a relatively similar description.
"What should I do so that you won't feel...bitter?"
Vifiya was stunned. She looked into his eyes. There was a desire for an answer in his eyes. He was eager to know an answer and seek an answer.
He is suffering from this.
Realizing this, Vifiya lowered her eyes to hide her surprise, she herself didn't know why.
However, Isidore shouldn't be burdened with this at this moment.
He hasn't grown up yet, and he hasn't found the meaning of life yet.
"You don't have to do anything." Vifiya raised her eyes gently. Now, all Isidore needs to do is grow up well.
"I have my own plan, don't worry." Vifiya curved her eyebrows and smiled slightly.
Her smile was too gentle, and the boy's attempt to ask again was blocked.
"Thank you for worrying about me." She said again. Perhaps she noticed that he was still extremely uneasy. She thought for a moment and reached out to hug him lightly.
A hug can give a person enough sense of security. Vifiya hopes that Isidore can temporarily put aside his anxiety, feel joy and be happy.
He treated her very well when he grew up, and she didn't mind being more tolerant and patient with him as a child.
Besides, he was still worried about her.
The girl's breath hit him, and unlike last time when he just touched her shoulder, this time he felt more.
Her scent, her silk threads, her stillness in the moment, and her heartbeat.
"Bang, bang, bang." Her heartbeat became steady, and all her anxieties were soothed in her arms.
Will this heart keep beating?
The flames flickered, dispelling the unknown danger in the distance.
An adult and two children sat around the fire. Vifiya took out some food from her small bag and handed it to the boy.
Debbie, who was sitting across from them, glanced back and forth between the two of them in the warm orange light.
God's favorite's dependence on Xiao Hui was much higher than she had imagined.
It seems that Xiao Hui doesn't mind his approach.
This is not a good thing for her.
Debbie knew how perceptive the girl was, so she looked away before she noticed.
It is a consensus among all magicians that the goddess's favorite has flaws, and very few favorites can survive. The last one to survive was the first generation of great magicians who were closely related to the Ganache family, nearly a thousand years ago.
Like the "favored children of God" recorded in history, the boy's flaws were obvious.
He was devoid of emotion, that had been clear to Debbie from the first time she had seen him.
But now…
She looked at the boy who obeyed Xiao Hui's words, and his eyes did not show any lack of emotion.
Dark eyes suddenly met hers, and Debbie calmly looked away.
Fallen branches crackled in the fire. Debbie ran her hands over the damp branches and gazed into the distance at the deep darkness of the undergrowth.
The reason why defects are defects is, of course, the price charged by the world's rules.
Now it seems that this price is being paid.
"Snap." The branch broke into two pieces.
It's crazy.
Intervene in the world rules and change the world rules?
Does she know what she is doing?
Vifiya slowly threw small stones into the fire and raised her eyes. What was the magician struggling with?
Debbie ignored the girl's attention and played with the broken branch.
"Everyone has something they must do." Vifia looked at Debbie's swaying shadow through the firelight. "Are you really unwilling to tell me what it is that you must do?"
Debbie didn't answer immediately. She threw away the branch and raised her eyes: "Yes, everyone has things they have to do..."
She smiled and said, "If you have to do it, you don't need others to understand."
She casually brushed off the dust on her body, and as if on a whim, she smiled and spoke with confidence: "Would you like to come and see my masterpiece?"
There was no change on Vifiya's face, only her eyelids slowly drooped, and a sharp look flashed within.
What did she mean? Her masterpiece? Avril? Did she want her to join her in admiring Avril's embarrassment, or perhaps the pain of not feeling it anymore?
Vifiya can now talk to her calmly because Debbie has not shown any aggressive tendencies towards her so far and has even helped her.
Her breath was changing subtly, and the boy beside her noticed it. He stopped eating and looked across at the opposite side with his silver eyes, but there was nothing in them.
"Heh." Debbie couldn't help but smile softly. She didn't want to be an enemy of the two children. Under normal circumstances, even if she really wanted to take action, it would not be difficult to kill a favorite of God, especially since he lacked emotions.
The lack of emotions also means that he has no feelings for himself either, and it doesn't matter to him no matter what happens.
She tried to kill him, and he himself wouldn't care.
But now, the people around him are giving him emotions.
Debbie wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say, but it was true.
The exception from the future grasped his mortality in the cracks of the rules, and what was taken away from him at birth was also given by her.
Was it because of the dust tablet of the world? She had been there that day at Samson Tower when the old priest had let out a scene.
She had heard of the world's dust monument, so it would not be surprising if Xiao Hui was the world's dust monument.
Those who are surrounded by fate, those who bear fate...
If her speculation is correct, Xiao Hui herself also possesses a small part of the world's rules. It is not the world's dust monument, but Xiao Hui.
Debbie's eyebrows twitched. How many chips were placed on her?
Suppressing the trembling in her heart, she said to the girl with a gentle smile, "Put away your murderous intent. Some candles will choose to self-destruct without burning."
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