Chapter 118 Endless Madness
When Qianzhi was still a small ball of light that had been split apart, she had vaguely seen the planet's consciousness several times.
He embraces the planets, and dark matter is His huge eyes, looking down at all living things.
He has a special liking for things that move and have independent consciousness.
They are small, fragile, and disappear quickly, but the unique thinking, emotions and feelings contained in each individual make him fresh.
In the boring time and space, He liked to observe them, watching them grow, and watching them become more and more insatiable, invading, conquering, and killing.
The universe is undergoing tremendous changes because of living beings.
Pollution, dust, viruses, planetary explosions.
Sometimes He loved them, and sometimes He was fed up with them.
Even a compassionate god can become extreme because of love and hate, and gradually become divided because of extremes.
So He split into thousands of branches and E.
Qianzhi still remembers the hand that touched her and the beautiful eyes that contained countless stars.
Full of divine and loving light.
He has silver hair, woven from countless galaxies, which flows with the passage of time and extends to the bottom of His long robe.
This time, in the collapsing apocalypse, under the shroud of darkness, and before true death befell her and Er.
She saw Him again.
He became a little dim, but still as gentle as ever.
He gently stroked Qianzhi's hair, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
It seemed as if he had let go of something, but also seemed as if he was sighing about something.
In Qianzhi's somewhat blurred vision, she saw that Er was still hugging her tightly, but it seemed that he had made some decision. His body was slowly disappearing, turning into a flowing, sticky and deep black, moving upward along the palm of the god and gradually becoming transparent.
She couldn't remember what happened next.
She only remembered that the god was whispering something in her ear, his tone was soft, as if awakening the gentlest breeze in the universe.
The back of my hand felt like it was being gently stroked, causing a slight itch.
There was also warm breath, lingering in her ears, steaming with heat.
It's too hot.
The sleeping girl frowned and tried to move her fingers, but was immediately held tightly by the owner of the hand.
Qianzhi opened her eyes and saw a pair of haggard silver eyes with dark blue undersides, looking at her with mist in them.
Seeing her wake up, the tears in her eyes finally rolled down the corners of her beautiful eyes.
"Qianqian."
He called her name and kissed the corner of her lips restrainedly and madly.
Cui almost broke the promise between him and Qianzhi.
If she didn't wake up, he would cut out his heart and use his life as the power to wake her up.
Her little butterfly would no longer be able to accompany her.
"Yindie, Sister Qianqian is still very weak. She can't breathe properly if you keep doing this." The blond boy sitting on the other side of Qianzhi leaned against Cui's head, trying to move him away from Qianzhi's cheek.
Ning showed a well-behaved and gentle smile and smiled sweetly at Qianzhi.
"Cui, Ning?" Qianzhi blinked.
Could it be that she is dead and is with their souls?
"Sister, you are not dead." Ning seemed to see Qianzhi's confusion. He lowered his head, slowly combed her hair that was messed up by Cui, and gently helped her up.
"The disaster has faded away, and the darkness has been driven away by my sister." He opened the curtains by the window, and the orange light of the sunset hung brilliantly on the window frame, dazzling and brilliant.
Qianzhi lowered her head and looked at Cui's big, white hand covering the back of her hand.
The warmth and delicate touch of their skin made her realize that she was not really dead.
She was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat.
That’s right.
"Are they okay?"
What about the Sentinels she fought alongside? What about the people she fought for, the people she loved? What happened to them?
Before Cui could answer, there was a crackling sound at the door.
Bo Lan stood at the door, the things in his hands fell to the ground, and he was staring at Qianzhi in a daze.
"Qianqian." His voice trembled and he rushed over in a few steps.
But when he approached Qianzhi, he became timid, as if the girl was a mirage that would shatter and disappear in his hands if he touched her.
"You're finally awake." He raised his arms, wanting to hug her, but ended up gently touching the ends of her hair.
Qianzhi looked at them and tilted her head in confusion.
"Did I sleep for a long time?"
"A long time? - It's been a month!" Cui gritted her teeth and didn't want to recall how she had spent this month.
Bo Lan closed his eyes.
At the moment when Qianzhi was swallowed by the disaster, he was almost swallowed by anger, despair and infinite pain.
With the determination to die, he sacrificed his spirit so that it could become the girl's power.
He put aside the pain of his spirit being torn apart, the suffocation of being deprived of breath, and the despair of darkness surging towards him.
What do these mean?
He was not afraid of death. What he was afraid of was that his little master, his sweetheart, would be swallowed by the darkness and eventually disappear.
The scene of that day and every day until now will become a nightmare that will haunt him for the rest of his life.
"Are you all right?" Bo Lan's outstretched hand was grasped by Qianzhi's soft little hand. Her hand was warm, making his heart tremble. "I remember that your spirit bodies were absorbed by me."
The spiritual bodies of the sentinels and guides are part of their souls, and the consequences of being torn apart are unimaginable.
The brown wolf suddenly appeared beside Bo Lan and lay obediently at Qianzhi's feet.
The man held Qianzhi's hand, half-knelt down, and kissed her carefully.
"The moment the disaster disappeared, the spirits were released by Qianqian and returned to us."
No matter when, this seemingly fragile flower is doing its best to protect the complete soul and hopeful future of mankind.
She didn't even think about herself.
Another big hand suddenly appeared beside Bo Lan and patted his shoulder.
Qianzhi looked up in the direction of the big hand and saw Lu Chenzhou who had walked in at some point.
He seemed to be trying hard to remain calm and composed, but his jaw was set tight, as if he was trying to suppress the emotions that were about to burst out.
"Alan, calm down first. I need to check Qianqian's physical condition."
Before being carried away by joy, he must stay sober, Qianqian's health comes first.
He could no longer bear any problems with Qianzhi's body.
Because on that day, they watched the girl and the man fall from the sky and then disappear briefly in mid-air.
When Qianzhi appeared again, she was lying safely on the ground, and her chest, which was originally pierced by her own vines, had recovered as before.
However, she fell into a sleep that was almost defined as permanent, and could never wake up again.
During this month, everyone was gradually falling into endless madness.
It's so crazy that it's even more terrifying than when possessed by a disaster.
Happy New Year, babies!
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