The will has huddled into a ball in the corner, and reason has long since vomited into the darkness, but the instinct of this strange body is still swallowing greedily, swallowing everything that flows into its throat, even if it eats itself until only the skeleton is left, the flesh and blood will be locked and rotted in the stomach.
Spit it out quickly, spit it out quickly!
But she couldn't spit it out!
Feng Xue struggled, rolled, jumped up and down, pinched her throat and vomited, her sharp claws almost cut out half of her vocal cords... Finally, she fell to the ground exhausted, her heart was cold, and she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.
"Alright, my new sweet daughter." That cold and emotionless voice sounded above her head again, "Do you still want to be a human being now?"
Feng Xue stood there stiffly, as weak as a piece of bamboo paper that could be blown away by a breath, as if someone had hammered out his soul.
"Not talking? Or still wanting to?" A huge force was applied to her head, forcibly pressing it downward. Her dead eyes met a pool of blood, in which her vague reflection was reflected. The voice said impatiently, "Come and take a look. Are you human now?"
The pool of blood was still expanding, mixed with other people's blood and her own, just like the tangled mass in her stomach, sticky and unable to tell where it came from.
Feng Xue's dilated pupils slowly returned to focus, and the trembling figure in his eyes was huge, bright red, hideous and terrifying, yet completely inhuman.
It was a monster, a demon. It was a glutton, an alien species, and the only thing it couldn't be called was human.
It... No, it's me, I...
"Stop! Sister, stop!"
Xiao Ren's almost shrill voice brought Feng Xue back to her senses. She came back to her senses in a daze, and her mouth was already fishy and sweet. She raised her head with a pale face. Fortunately, Xiao Ren was still intact.
It was her own arm that was bleeding. Bite marks were clearly visible on it, and blood gushed out in streams. Feng Xue licked the corner of her lips, and a trace of dried blood melted on the tip of her tongue.
Xiao Ren hugged Feng Xue's arm regardless. She raised her eyes and looked directly at Feng Xue, her eyes still as serious as ever, as serious as a silly child: "Don't bite yourself. Sister, you can eat me when you are hungry."
——Not like, maybe she is.
She was a newly sharpened sword, a rough stone rudiment that had been roughly chiseled and ground into shape. Before she met Feng Xue, everyone called her the Quick Sword Girl. After she met Feng Xue, everyone called her "the one beside the eldest lady." Feng Xue gave her a name, but besides herself, there seemed to be no more than five people in the entire dead land who called her Xiao Ren that.
Xiao Ren was merely a sharp sword, a nimble weapon, a symbol of combat prowess. She was a man-made, ferocious weapon, each move imbued with the resolve of mutual destruction. She was heartless and ruthless, lacking even the brains to consider her own life with caution. Consequently, her opponents feared her as they would a sword, a knife, or a weapon, but never took her seriously as a human being.
But Feng Xue still remembered their first meeting. She thought the girl was seriously injured, with a knife in her back so sharp that one could see the bones. She thought the girl was really tough, as she didn't even complain about the pain when she treated her wound. She wondered how much suffering she had endured in this place.
After Feng Xue tied the last knot on Xiao Ren's ankle wound, she uncovered her face, trying to figure out if she had fainted from the pain or was secretly crying. Unexpectedly, the girl just stared at her with a pair of cold and innocent eyes, and raised her hand to remove a pearl flower from Feng Xue's bun.
"It looks good," she said briefly.
She was clearly twisting the hairpin between her fingers, but her eyes were fixed on Feng Xue's face.
It was not until much later that Feng Xue understood that it was the most accurate expression that Xiao Ren could make at that time.
At that time, Xiao Ren didn't recognize anything except the sword in her hand. Apart from slashing and stabbing to exchange injuries, she only knew to sprinkle some medicine powder and lick the festering and inflamed wounds. But even so, she knew that the light gold hairpin inserted diagonally in the black hair, the soft and soothing voice, and the fair face that didn't fit in with this place were beautiful, beautiful enough for her to like.
She went out, came back, dragged the prey to Feng Xue to eat. She was as naive as a cub, as sharp as gold and stone, and Feng Xue was her nest. She followed Feng Xue, like a leopard huddled in its newly dug warm den.
It made her feel comfortable, it made her feel safe.
If she were in the original world, Xiao Ren would definitely have been nicknamed "Sword Boy." Feng Xue spent a lot of effort teaching Xiao Ren her own name, and even more time letting her know not to follow the crowd outside and call her "Miss." She liked Xiao Ren to call her "Sister."
For a long time, Feng Xue had an illusion that she was not teaching a child, but sharpening a hard sword blank.
This sword blank was clumsy and hard, and it caused blisters on Feng Xue's palms. But she was not the lifeless, cold dead thing in the eyes of ordinary people. She still had a heart.
I wanted to pull out your hairpin and say "beautiful" when we first met, and I also wanted to stand in front of Feng Xue countless times in the years that followed and whisper "I will protect you, sister".
...Even today, she climbed onto Feng Xue's shoulders, restraining her bloodied arms just in time, and said firmly and seriously, "Don't hurt yourself. Eat me, sister."
Her behavior was just like the Buddha cutting off his flesh to feed an eagle, or sacrificing his body to feed a tiger, but there was no trace of holy light or Buddha nature on Xiao Ren's face. There was only a straightforward and decisiveness that came out of his mouth, and a bit of ignorance that was out of tune with the world.
It's not a matter of sacrificing one's life, nor is there any need to think too much about it. It's just that my sister was crying so sadly, and Xiao Ren didn't want to see her suffer like this again.
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