Under the warm and brilliant morning glow, the rotting girl moved little by little, like a twisted worm.
She once imagined that when she cut the line of cause and effect, there would be a lot of people surrounding her, cheering for her, cheering for her, lifting her high and praising her as a hero.
She had thought that if she died heroically like this, maybe Su Mingan would appear in front of her and ask her - why did you sacrifice yourself? Then she could smile and say what she had prepared long ago.
——Because I am the coolest Demon Queen, I must do some Demon Queen things.
What a cool thing to say.
However, Su Mingan did not notice the situation in the Holy City at all. To him, the Holy City was just an insignificant small battlefield. So he did not see what she did at all.
"You did it, which surprised me. Common sense says that you wouldn't be able to hold on." The spirit appeared beside her and praised her.
She looked at Him quietly: "Then why don't you save me and take me back? I'm in so much pain now, I feel like I can't breathe..."
The gods are silent.
"Ah... not worth saving anymore, is it?" she said.
"Have you forgotten your mental state? If you continue to stay in the Internet, you can still survive. But when you return to reality..." said the god.
"Then in the end...can you let me talk to Su Mingan...?" She didn't know whether to express fear or relief when she heard that.
"No. When he sees you, he will definitely use props to save you. He can't waste props on you." The god refused.
“I kind of regret it,” she said dryly, blood trickling down her festering face. “It’s not cool at all.”
"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." The god turned around.
"Give me three minutes. There's a story I haven't finished telling Su Ming'an."
The gods stop by.
Su Luoluo talked about the unfinished fairy tale:
"A wooden nightingale met a girl. The girl always fainted. The nightingale asked her why."
"The girl pointed to her chest and said, because she has a heart disease. The heart makes humans happy, but it can also be the source of pain.
"The nightingale begged the girl to give it a heart. It really didn't know what the joy and sorrow in the girl's mouth felt like.
"How can something made of wood have a heart? The girl could only pick up her paintbrush and draw a fake heart for the nightingale. The nightingale didn't know the heart was fake, but it thought it had a heart. It began to feel the rich emotions the girl said and became friends with the girl. Gradually, it felt happy..."
"I'm leaving." After hearing this, the god didn't intend to listen any further.
"...Later the girl died of a heart attack." Su Luoluo continued.
The gods stop by.
"The nightingale did not understand tears, but its fake heart was in pain. It did not understand why the girl died of a heart when she could draw a heart for it. Was the heart she drew fake? But it had never doubted it, because it had shed tears for the girl.
"The wooden nightingale shed tears for the first time. It wiped the fake heart from its chest, but the tears continued to flow. It turns out that the fake heart is not really a heart.
"It suddenly understood... It turned out that as early as the moment it met the girl, it had a heart. It couldn't see that heart and couldn't erase it. It was given by her...
"Heart of the Nightingale."
The spirit stayed for a long time.
"I will help you bring this story to him. This is a story I like." The spirit turned around.
Then, the only thing left in the wasteland was the dying girl.
The floating pollution corroded her body, and blood gradually spread. Under the bright sunshine, she closed her eyes alone, and slowly, she fell asleep.
In the dream, she sat on her father's shoulders. At that time, her father did not gamble, her mother did not have cancer, and the three of them walked hand in hand in the night. This was really... a very distant, very distant thing...
"What kind of person do you want to be in the future?" Dad asked her.
She shouted, "I want to be a scientist! I want to be an astronaut!"
"But most people are ordinary people and cannot become scientists or astronauts. Luo Luo, you are also an ordinary person and you will be unwilling to accept this in the future."
"Then I...then I will become a quicksand mahjong master! Make a lot of gifts for scientists and astronauts..."
Laughter rang out and her parents hugged her tightly.
At this time, she woke up from her dream and looked up at the sky - although she didn't know why there was a sunset in the morning, she really saw the sunset.
The sky was like burning liquor, boiling the skyline, and the clouds were rendered into purple mist and orange flames, like nature's most tolerant moment.
"A miracle...?" she murmured.
The nightingale could not understand why the girl could draw a real heart, nor did it understand why humans did not want a blood-stained rose, because they were all fake. A painted heart is not as good as a real heart, and how can a bird's heart compare to a human heart.
It turns out that she is the nightingale who won the heart.
This heart was not given to her by a hero or a demon king, but by her parents.
...If the whole world does not see the sacrifice of a slime, no one will care about the feelings of a slime.
So.
Her parents...
You will definitely always see this timid, cowardly, useless slime...right?
…
"Next time, next time when Miss Demon King comes." She fell into a deep sleep again, hugging her parents' hands tightly, her breathing gradually weakened:
"Don't let her come to this kind of Internet world again..."
…
“Ding Dong!”
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