Chapter 691: Lanqi's Flower City Ending
"To be honest, this is the first time I've encountered an enemy asking me to remember him."
Lanqi looked at the tilted giant screen behind the ruins and muttered to himself.
Beelzebub seemed particularly wild before, and bluntly said that he wanted to leave him an indelible memory.
"But unfortunately, it seems that what I have to teach you to love is..."
Facing the Perlman puppet controlled by Beelzebub, Lanci could only reveal a regretful expression and gently waved his right hand towards him, as if saying goodbye to Beelzebub.
But at this time Beelzebub no longer cared about Lanqi's mentality.
The garden of Count Baptiste's palace, which was once full of flowers and vitality, is now a dilapidated and withered scene.
The torrential rain poured down, turning the garden into a muddy swamp. The smooth and clean gravel path was now bumpy and covered with puddles of various sizes.
All the glass of the greenhouse was shattered, and the precious flowers and plants inside were exposed to the heavy rain, becoming fragile and in danger.
“…”
The terrifying aura like the coming of the god of death and the gaze that froze the soul made Beelzebub feel an unprecedented fear raging throughout his body.
Beelzebub could no longer count how many times he had beaten Ivanos.
Every trembling nerve in his body was clamoring to escape, and even his pores were oozing cold sweat.
All his unparalleled arrogance was shattered at this moment, and the instinct for survival took over. Under the shadow of death, Beelzebub didn't care about his face. He turned around in panic and flew away at the fastest speed, like a frightened bird.
The embarrassed and panicked figure disappeared in the rain in the sky in an instant.
Inoan looked at Beelzebub's fleeing back. She did not chase him immediately, but laid Christina flat on the ground in the garden.
The brilliance that was floating around was not comparable to that of flames; it was like the light of the divine age condensed from the wrath and power of the God of Fire. Any creature that came close to this light would feel the trembling deep in their souls; it was the awe of the supreme power, and the fear of the instinct of life.
Yinoan remained silent and placed his hand on Christina's chest. Suddenly, a spark burst out from Christina, and rich magic power flowed into her body, as if to gradually revive her.
"Maybe I'm really crazy to give my life-saving magic to such a useless girl..."
She murmured.
Although her mind was still in a mess, she roughly knew what she was doing.
That was her epic spell of fire and regeneration that could force her to revive from the near-death state. Now, using it on a second-level girl with not much talent made Yinoan herself feel ridiculous.
Gradually, Christina's originally pale face began to regain color, like a withered rose blooming again.
Her tightly closed eyes began to tremble slightly, as if she would wake up at any time. Her chest also began to rise and fall weakly and regularly, and the breath of life was slowly flowing in her body.
"according to……"
Christina, who was half asleep and half awake, opened her eyes hazily, but could not see the blurry red-haired figure in the rainstorm.
But then, when Christina's eyelashes fluttered again, she was already sent to the vicinity of the Baptiste family.
In the devastated ruins of the Earl's Mansion, under a night sky filled with lightning and thunder, a young girl who was almost tortured to death was pulled back from the brink of death.
The hope of life is being rekindled in this body.
“…”
Inoan said nothing and handed Christina to Count Baptiste.
“Thank you…thank you…”
Looking at Inoan, whose aura had become terrifying, Count Baptiste stretched out his arms tremblingly and carefully took over his beloved daughter.
He gazed down at his daughter's peaceful sleeping face, crystal tears rolling down uncontrollably.
The surviving members of Count Baptiste's family had already burst into tears and were too excited to speak. They had never dreamed that at the end of despair, hope would come in this way.
The strange thing is that even though this red-haired woman is a more terrifying Bishop of Destruction than the devil, they are not that afraid of her.
Even Christina's three younger brothers and sisters did not hide from her when they saw Ivanos.
"according to……"
Kyle opened his mouth, but found that all the words were stuck in his throat. He didn't know how to express his mixed feelings, or even how to address the other person.
He never imagined that the maid his sister picked up was actually the Bishop of Destruction.
This incident almost caused a disaster, but by chance it saved their family.
He instinctively feared Yinoan, fearing the murderous intent and demonic aura emanating from her, but at the same time, he was sincerely grateful to the cardinal who had desperately pulled his sister back from the hands of death.
"Thank you for saving Christina."
Seeing the Bishop of Destruction, who had committed countless murders, coming to their doorstep, he should have been terrified to the point of collapse, but the truth was extremely absurd—
The one who just saved their family was the Bishop of Destruction, Ivanos.
If I show her an expression as if I have seen a devil at this moment, it would probably be too hurtful to her.
“…”
Inoan said nothing, but just looked at Count Baptiste's house quietly.
She looked up in the direction of Beelzebub who had already escaped in the distance.
She left behind a barrier with flames rising from all directions at Count Baptiste's house, and then her figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.
…
Several kilometers away.
Over the southern shore of the Flower City of Pariah, Beelzebub sped past at an astonishing speed, like a streak of meteor piercing the gloomy night sky.
He looked back in panic from time to time, and everywhere he looked were broken walls and ruins. The streets of Pariel in the past looked particularly desolate under the heavy rain.
But these scenes were not the focus of his attention. The only thing he cared about was a lingering terrifying figure.
That terrifying aura frightened even a great demon from the other side of the Land of Disaster! The Bishop of Destruction... Ivanos...
These two names kept echoing in his mind, tearing at his nerves like sharp claws.
Beelzebub was puzzled. How could a maid who looked only a little bit strong possibly be the one who won the lottery and became the Bishop of Destruction Ivanos?!
And it seemed that he was the one who awakened Ivanos himself.
If he had known earlier, he would never have provoked her! "Rocky! McCarthy! It's all your fault!!"
Beelzebub muttered to himself in fear, trying desperately to escape from the Flower City of Pariel, looking back from time to time.
Now all he knew was to escape quickly.
At worst, he can survive for a hundred years and come back again. By then, all these humans will be dead, and he will still have plenty of opportunities and time!
Just as Beelzebub was thinking, he felt a pair of icy hands suddenly pressing on his forehead.
Before he could react, a force that seemed to tear his soul apart had already pulled him out of the sky.
In an instant, the world spun around, and Beelzebub felt his internal organs churning violently, and he fell from the sky uncontrollably.
The noise was loud and deafening.
Beelzebub slammed heavily into the hard ground of Parianan! Dust flew, sand and stones splashed, and circles of spider web cracks spread across the ground, ruthlessly burying his body.
“Ugh… cough… cough…!”
Beelzebub gathered his consciousness with great difficulty, blood continued to flow out of his mouth, and the senses on his face were distorted by the severe pain.
Red flames redder than blood burst out from the ground, burning Beelzebub and causing him to scream miserably.
But Beelzebub had no time to care about these, because his eyes could only see one figure - the red-haired evil spirit who was clutching his head tightly.
Instinct prompted Beelzebub to fight back. Deep blue cursed flames instantly gushed out from his fingertips, sweeping towards Inoan like an overwhelming force. Even the air became corrupted and withered wherever it passed.
Facing this cursed flame that was enough to severely injure an ordinary eighth-rank warrior, Yinoan remained motionless. The red flames, which were several times more violent, raged and danced around her body. It seemed that this cursed flame could not leave any mark on her at all.
She stood there quietly, her expression gradually distorted, and the corners of her lips curled up in a cruel angle.
Pain was just a ridiculous concept to her.
"How stupid..."
Yinoan's voice was like a eulogy from the Lord of Hell, faintly echoing in the sea of fire.
The next moment, Inoan shook her wrist, and red flames roared out, instantly engulfing Beelzebub's cursed flames. She pressed Beelzebub's head and smashed it on the ground, causing the entire south bank building to tremble. Even if the ground collapsed and turned into a deep pit, it still couldn't stop her from torturing Beelzebub like a skinny jackal.
Beelzebub's face turned pale as paper.
He frantically gathered all his magic power and erected one defensive barrier after another in front of him, but in the face of the destructive sparks, all defenses seemed so fragile.
And this crazy woman is not afraid of pain. As long as she is not beaten to death, she will fight for injury to the end.
Once she targets you, you can neither run away nor block her. Fighting her is pure abuse. The best you can do is cause a bunch of useless damage to her and take away half of her life!
Beelzebub didn't understand why he had provoked such a thing! His defenses were easily shattered, and the rubble instantly engulfed Beelzebub's body, dragging him into a red, hot purgatory fire.
The devil's heart-wrenching cries echoed in the rainy night, filled with extreme pain and despair.
"We should have no grudges against each other!! Destroy the Bishop!!"
Beelzebub fought back hard, burning Ivanoth with cursed flames.
However, Ivanos seemed to feel no pain and never let go of her hand, constantly piercing Beelzebub's body with pillars of scarlet fire.
“Hehehe.”
Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, and she gradually revealed a twisted smile, "I only know that torturing you can make me feel extremely happy."
The alarm sounded throughout the flower city of Pariel.
"Warning, emergency notice."
"An eighth-level battle took place in Area 1 on the South Coast of Pariel."
"An eighth-level battle took place."
"Please evacuate nearby residents as quickly as possible."
"The first fighter is suspected to be the demon who spread the curse, and the second fighter is suspected to be the Bishop of Destruction Ivanos."
…
Less than half an hour later.
North Shore 4, Earl Baptiste Mansion Gardens.
The raindrops hit the water, splashing waves.
The fountain in the center of the garden had stopped working, and several marble sculptures lay in the pool, broken into pieces.
The once crystal clear water is now turbid, with branches, fallen leaves and broken bricks floating on it.
The flower beds on both sides were not spared, and the tall beech and oak trees deep in the garden were also doomed. Their straight and majestic trunks were covered with charred marks, their branches were broken, and countless broken leaves fluttered in the wind.
Inoan, carrying a charred demon corpse without a human form by the heels, came step by step to Count Baptiste's house.
Everything she saw was different from the sunny Count Baptiste's palace in her brief memory.
She looked down at herself and saw that her once spotless maid skirt was now soaked in blood and covered with charred holes.
This is not in accordance with etiquette at all, but it doesn't matter anymore.
The heavy rain was still pouring down, washing away her broken body and the pool of blood and mud under her feet.
The thunder gradually faded away, the night shrouded by wind and rain began to slowly become quiet, and the rain seemed to be gradually getting lighter.
When Inoan finally arrived at the gate of Count Baptiste's palace, everyone in the count's family was stunned in astonishment.
Her body was covered with wounds of varying sizes, some of which were deep enough to see the bone and still oozing with blood, but there was no trace of pain on her face.
“…”
They stared with their eyes wide open, looking at the maid in front of them who was covered in blood and wounds, and for a moment they didn't know how to start talking.
"It's all right now."
Yinuoan's voice was flat.
Just like when she first arrived at the Earl's Mansion, everything was unfamiliar.
After she crushed the dark magic book and completely burned it, all the demons woke up.
She threw Beelzebub's body out like garbage.
Count Baptiste has a butler named Rocky in his mansion. The nobles in the north bank of Flower City know that he is very strong. He can easily explain how their family defeated the culprit demon, so she doesn't need to teach Count Baptiste anything. The family should naturally be able to deal with it next.
"Bring out the employment contract."
She looked at Count Baptiste and said coldly.
Count Baptiste immediately ran back to the mansion, and soon found a contract and handed it to her.
This is just a work contract and does not impose too many restrictions. If the Bishop of Destruction wanted to kill them, he could have done it long ago.
Yinoan took the contract, and soon the book burned into ashes and flew away into the air.
"We have nothing to do with each other since then."
Inoan said, preparing to turn around.
"Yinoan!"
A call broke the silence, and Christina rushed over impatiently with a pale face, her beautiful eyes blurred by tears.
She just realized she was tired, but she still tried to wake up despite the severe pain all over her body.
She always had a feeling that if she didn't wake up now, she might never see Yinoan again.
But to her surprise, Inoan took a step back and avoided Christina's arms.
She glanced at the girl coldly.
"Miss, please respect yourself."
Yinuoan's voice was icy cold, as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him.
"But...but why? Yinuoan, you are injured so badly, let me bandage you..."
Christina's voice was choked with sobs. She was sure that Yinuoan still remembered her, but her attitude at the moment seemed as if she didn't remember. Christina's crystal tears could not stop flowing down her cheeks.
“…”
"Yinoan, don't leave. As long as you continue to be Yinuoan and don't change back, no matter who you were before, I will treat you as Yinuoan. Stay with me, okay?"
Christina could no longer control her surging emotions and took two steps towards Yinoan.
She felt that if she didn't try to keep him now, she might never see Yinoan again.
The current Yinoan is full of the sense of distance and distance from her.
"No need, I've already paid you back for your medicine."
Yinoan did not answer her, but let the rain wet her hair and cover her forehead.
"Yinoan, I can cure you. I'll buy you the best medicine and you'll be back to health soon! Please don't leave, okay?"
Christina burst into tears and grabbed Inoan's shoulders with all her strength.
"Go away."
Inoan threw Christina away and let her fall to the ground.
Indifference enveloped her face again, as if she had already cut off this fruitless relationship.
"Yinoan!"
Christina cried and got up.
She wanted to grab Yinoan's hand, but she only grabbed a cold void, and her delicate wrist trembled with grief.
Yinuoan had clearly saved her and destroyed the contract, trying to cut off ties with them.
Otherwise, once this contract is found by the security agency of the United Kingdom Parliament and the magical properties are analyzed, it may also involve accusations of assisting the Resurrection Church.
"Goodbye, Christina."
In the end, Yinoan seemed unable to bear the crying.
She turned around, smiled meaningfully, and then disappeared.
…
The Demonic World of Persian.
At the northernmost end of this traumatized city.
As the heavy rain gradually weakened into a continuous drizzle and the sky began to turn pale, a figure continued to stand on a piece of broken walls.
The tilted, broken screen behind him was no longer showing anything.
Lanqi's emerald green eyes, as clear as lake water, stared into the distance, with a hint of compassion and fatigue in his eyes.
He seemed to be in deep thought, or waiting for something.
Suddenly, a dazzling red light broke through the layers of dark clouds, like a bursting red comet, falling straight towards Lanqi.
The red light stopped dozens of meters away from Lanqi, and the dazzling red flame dissipated, revealing a figure that was familiar yet unfamiliar to him.
It was Inoan.
She was still covered in scars, and her once spotless clothes were now soaked in blood, becoming almost like a tattered flag that had experienced countless winds and rains.
But there was an unprecedented calmness and relief in her eyes, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her.
She looked at Lanqi quietly, with a barely perceptible smile on her lips, as if she was greeting an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.
Gradually, the rain began to ease off.
The wind stopped roaring and the raindrops became sparse.
They fell softly to the ground, making a slight rustling sound.
Even though it was still dark above the ruins of the Bosen Demon Realm, daybreak was approaching.
"You are here indeed."
Yinuoan said as he looked at the figure with brown hair and green eyes.
"I thought you might come to see me."
Lanci sighed and shook his head.
If it was the Bishop of Destruction Ivanos, he should have run away.
After all, it would be of no benefit to her to stay in the Flower City of Pariel any longer.
But if it were Ivanos now, she might make some choices that she would not have considered before.
"Because when you didn't just abandon Christina and run away, but saved her and killed Beelzebub, it proved that you had changed."
Lanqi looked at Yinoan, with a mixed feeling in his eyes.
All we can say is that there may be inevitability in coincidence.
If Beelzebub didn't have that kind of personality, he wouldn't have woken up the Bishop of Destruction.
As for the Bishop of Destruction, after getting used to life in Inoan, she would probably rather not remember who she is.
This seemed like a paradise for her.
But she encountered Beelzebub, a mirror engraved with sin, and was forced to return to her memory and be awakened, which was her punishment.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"This world is full of tit-for-tat."
Yinuoan also said to himself.
In the past, when she heard Loren say this in anger during a battle, she just sneered, but now she finally understood.
"Ivanos, from now on I will treat you as the Bishop of Destruction."
Her best option is actually to escape from the Person Kingdom, or she may find a way to stay in Baptiste's house, but since she came to find Lanqi, there must be only one answer.
Looking at Yinoan's expression and feeling the magic power rising from Yinoan's body, Lanqi also understood what she meant.
There is one final battle to be fought today.
They are not in full condition now, so it is hard to say who will win or lose.
Ivanos not only used his life-saving trump card [Ashes of the Other Shore] to save Christina, but also killed Beelzebub, using up most of his mana and life.
"Even though you saved the Baptiste family and many innocent civilians in the Flower City... this does not mean that the sins of killing you once committed can be made up for. As I taught my students, in fact, you cannot rely on the help of bad people..."
Lanqi's eyebrows drooped, and only at this moment, his eyes held an unprecedented sadness.
If possible, he really didn't want it to be the Bishop of Destruction who saved Christina, and that Flower City could only be saved by relying on her power.
He also didn't want to kill Yinoan as an enemy at this moment.
But sometimes it's like this, many things can no longer be judged simply by right or wrong.
"My ethics are shit, but talking to you is the only ethical thing I do."
Yinuoan's hair covered his right eye and he raised his head slightly. "Rocky, I hate you and thank you at the same time. Thank you for letting me have a beautiful dream."
She replied, with a fatalistic calmness in her tone.
Today, either she kills Rocky, or Rocky kills her.
"Is this our last conversation?"
Lanqi spoke, his voice sounding like he was trying hard to muster up his strength due to excessive fatigue.
She neither chose to surrender nor to seek help, but decided to kill the villain to the end at the last moment.
Then fighting with her is the only salvation that Ranchi can give her.
"But there's no point in talking any more, let's get started."
Inoan said.
“…”
Talia was ready, too.
Perhaps this is the worst final battle they will face in the Flower City Pariel. Now her and Lanqi's fighting style has gradually matured. She first uses the low-power state of possession to interfere with the opponent and attract the opponent's attention. At the critical moment, she appears to complete the fatal blow.
This moment was very similar to their first fight at the Holy Silver Vine Arena.
Talia felt that if she defeated an opponent once, she could defeat him a second time.
An ominous cold wind blew over the ruins.
The cold raindrops fell on the ground, turned into ripples and began to spread, and the final life-and-death battle began!
As the wind danced, Yinoan's figure turned into a blurry shadow and rushed towards Lanqi like a ghost. Countless scarlet lights of the Age of Gods began to gather around Yinoan.
Her fighting style had not changed at all, she wanted to decide the outcome in an instant and completely destroy her opponent.
“…”
Lanci's expression remained unchanged in the face of this sudden attack, just like he had suppressed Ivanos with Talia's mental magic before.
For Talia, spirit is the main system, but for Ivanos, whose main system is fire and secondary spirit, spirit is only a secondary system.
The moment Talia's mental force field collided with Ivanos, the two once again formed a control offset against each other.
No one side can gain the upper hand.
It was exactly the same as their previous battle.
In a flash, their eyes met, but there was no longer any surprise in their eyes.
The spiritual powers of Ivanos and Talia intertwined, collided, and offset each other in the air.
At this moment, time seemed to slow down in their eyes, forming an invisible contest.
Lanqi's arm soared into the air like an arrow, his fingertips pointing at Yinoan's heart, his eyes as sharp as a knife, ready to cut off all the evil and darkness in the world.
Those who had fought before in the Holy Silver Vine Arena all understood that what was coming next was a close-range fight with ultimate moves.
But at this critical moment.
Yinoan suddenly extinguished all the flames, and the magic power gathered in his body also dissipated.
She stood there quietly, a peaceful curve at the corner of her lips, her eyes calm and calm, as if she was welcoming an ending that was settled.
A gray crack went straight through her heart.
Until the gray cracks burst, Yinoan also spat out a large mouthful of blood, slowly closed his eyes, and fell down weakly, like a blood-red fallen leaf, lightly floating among the broken walls.
"……?"
Lanqi stared, not understanding why Yinoan was defeated so easily by him.
"Ivanos? Why exactly?"
Lanqi didn't understand for a moment and asked her.
Talia even showed up and stopped Lanci from approaching Ivanos without any guard.
But Talia also knew that Ivanos probably wasn't up to any trick.
The moment she saw Ranchi was about to kill her.
She gave up resisting.
Ivanos lay on the ground with a smile on his face, looking at the clouds in the sky where the sunrise could not be seen.
“…”
Blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth and her eyes gradually dimmed.
She neither cried nor laughed, nor did she answer Lanqi's question.
Just died peacefully.
Just like the end of her life.
Only the original stone tablet - fire was left.
"Why is it so..."
Lanqi seemed to have gradually figured something out, or maybe he was too tired. The sudden light was a little dazzling, and he covered his forehead in distress.
The ground began to shake again, as if it had collapsed because of the brief eighth-level battle between the two of them.
Talia quickly took the slate away, grabbed Lanci and left the ruins, bringing him to the relatively stable roof of a chapel in the distance.
Compared with the continuous battles throughout the night, their battle just now was like the drizzle at this moment compared to the heavy rain all night.
To the demons in Flower City, it was at best just an alarm clock that made a slightly loud noise in the early morning.
The ambitious Perlman and the curse spreader Beelzebub are both dead.
The legendary magic device [Record of Parroni's Grudge] was also destroyed.
The demons in the Huadu City area have all returned to normal.
The city began to recover.
The refugees and the demons gradually walked out of the shelter and set foot on this devastated land again.
The sounds of rain, water, lights, and the laughter of survivors merge into a rainy night fantasy in the city that never sleeps, echoing for a long time in the sky above the flower city of Parière.
"Lanqi, what's wrong with you?"
Talia looked at Lanci and found that he was indeed overloaded and more tired than she thought. He was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes.
"Do you know how to define despair?"
Lanqi sat down on the roof, his voice much more tired at this moment, looking at the clouds that occasionally passed by the sky, but were already bright.
Even though it is still drizzling in the Flower City, it will surely become sunny with the sunrise.
"I have no idea."
Talia shook her head.
Lanqi often knows more about these things, but he rarely takes the initiative to talk to her.
It seems that if Ivanos fought them to the end, Lanqi would still be in a good mood.
But it was this peaceful death that made Lanqi feel very uncomfortable.
"There was an experiment like this... First, some mice were allowed to live a happy life, and electrodes were implanted in their brains to record the cells that were excited during happy times. Then, their friends were taken away and they were locked in a narrow, claustrophobic, damp and cold space. They were constantly shocked with electricity, and their heads were immersed in a mixture of ice and water after a while. They could not escape or struggle, and after a while, they became desperate."
Lanqi started talking to himself, his eyes looking into the distance.
"Then how do you measure whether it is truly desperate? What if it is an indestructible cockroach? The more you torture it, the stronger its resistance will be?"
Talia listened carefully and raised her questions.
She felt that Lanqi was more tired than she thought, and his voice was half a degree softer than usual.
“There are two indicators.”
Lanci continued,
"The first one is called the sweet water experiment. After torturing it, put it back in the cage. There are two kinds of water in the cage, one sweet water and one plain water."
"For a healthy mouse, the ratio of sweetened water to plain water is eight to two. If it has no mental problems, it will occasionally drink plain water in addition to liking to drink sweet drinks."
“If we put it back and drink the two types of water in a five-to-five ratio, we’ll consider it problematic.”
"Why?"
Talia asked.
"I don't have any preferences anymore. Everything I eat and drink tastes the same."
Lanqi looked at her and explained.
“…”
Talia seemed to understand that if she gave up one day, she would probably end up like this.
If she had not met Lanci at the beginning, and found out that Hyperion had been killed when she arrived in Ikerit, and could not find her sister even after going to the Cretan Empire, she might really lose her appetite and only pursue revenge.
“Of course this indicator is not enough.”
Lanqi took a deep breath and exhaled.
"The second one is called the tail suspension test. Lift the mouse's tail and let it turn its head downward. A mentally healthy mouse will curl its head upward and struggle. If it has given up everything and stopped resisting, it will have no desire to survive."
"If these two indicators are met, then it is indeed desperate enough."
Talia agreed.
Their conversations were particularly peaceful at this moment.
It's rare to be able to sit down and have a chat like this.
"Do you think there is still hope after such despair?"
Lanci asked her.
"Is there any way to save him?"
Talia asked curiously.
“In fact, there is.”
Lanci nodded, but did not give an answer.
Talia thought for a moment.
"Rescue it from this miserable environment, put it in a spacious and warm environment, give it all kinds of delicious food and fun things, let it eat whatever it wants and play whatever it wants, and it will be absolutely safe, and there will be friends around to accompany it?"
She guessed uncertainly.
Lanqi just looked at her and said nothing.
Even without telling her the answer, she understood it in an instant.
"It's impossible to save him."
Lanci said.
Talia's hesitation in answering showed that she knew that all the above methods would not work at all.
"Then how can we save him?"
Talia frowned.
"Remember when we implanted electrodes into it when it was having a good time? As long as we repeatedly stimulate those marked nerve cells, that is, awaken its good memories, it will be completely healed in just a few days and nights."
Even if he didn't have to continue, he believed Talia understood.
What can save the soul is not the current sensory pleasure, but the good times we once had.
So a happy childhood is important.
"The first moment I saw Yinuoan, I understood that she had never had a beautiful moment in her heart since she was a child. She didn't know what happiness was. She didn't have a childhood that could heal her for the rest of her life."
Lanci thinks so.
When it came to Sigourney Weed, no matter what Sigourney Weed's childhood experiences were like, he firmly believed that as long as he gave her more good memories, even if Sigourney Weed faced hardships or lost herself one day, as long as she recalled the past, the memory in her heart might give birth to hope and allow her to live firmly.
The same is true for Inoan and Lanqi.
The moment she woke up without any memory, she was like a pure white baby.
Lanqi will naturally carry out his ideas to the end.
But he didn't expect what this brief light in the eternal darkness meant to Yinoan.
Recalling the beginning of Yinoan, she would pursue desires and vent them wantonly. She also knew how to struggle, and would try her best to survive no matter how miserable she was.
But after being rescued by Lanqi, everything she wanted was finally achieved, but she chose death.
"It turns out that what I gave Yinuoan was not salvation, but real despair... She used her death to teach me that sometimes there are people I cannot save."
Lanqi talked to himself, his eyes were clear, like a deep pool of water, reflecting the boundless sky.
"Tata, you win."
He admitted.
In their previous bet, Talia was right and he was wrong.
Inoan died in a way that he could least accept.
He was too confident, and sometimes he thought he had won a perfect outcome, but in fact he just failed at the last moment.
“…”
But the triumphant ridicule from Talia that Lanqi had expected never came.
Talia hugged his head and let him rest it on her chest, telling him not to think about anything.
"There is no such thing."
She spoke softly, as tenderly as a mother would to Hyperion.
“You taught me to be firm.”
She whispered in Lanqi's ear,
"Any miracle has conditions to happen. If you don't follow through, even the goddess of fate will not favor you. So please continue to be firm. When you hesitate, I will guide you."
“…”
Lanqi opened his eyes wide but did not move until his expression gradually relaxed.
On the roof, neither of them spoke again.
Listen to each other quietly.
Lanqi finally felt sleepy and slowly closed his eyes.
The dawn illuminated their figures from the clouds.
A faint blue light shone through the rose windows of the church, and rain trickled down along the outline of the building, as if chanting an ancient aria.
Until the rain stopped and the fog dissipated, the east turned white.
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