Star Dome: The opening made Black Tower regret for life

Chapter 198 The unfinished wind

Hebrian ran wildly, leading them across the beam between the viaduct and the asphalt road. The rainstorm gradually stopped, and the city returned to bright lights. From a distance, the skyline disappeared like a lantern. In the clouds.

Jiang Fan tightened the reins, and Hebrian ran faster and faster. The wind whistling by his ears was like the stirring of an airplane propeller. The empty asphalt road penetrated into the boundless darkness at an extremely fast speed, facing him. Running towards the slowly rising sun.

Kafka slowly loosened her hand around Jiang Fan's waist. She took off the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and put them in the pocket of her shirt. The world turned from pitch black to warm yellow, and the beam of light slanted It's getting warmer and warmer when exposed to the light.

The rainstorm like a curtain of water stopped, and she breathed hot air that smelled like the sun. She couldn't tell whether it was the sun burning or the man in front of her, so she could only remain silent for a long time.

Kafka stretched out her hand to touch her cheek, because another drizzle of rain fell from the sky on her face.

But her movement of raising her hand to wipe away the rain suddenly stopped, because the raindrops that touched her fingertips were not only sticky, but also had a faint fishy smell.

She raised her head and stared at the back of the man in front of her. There were blood drops coming out of the gaps in the armor, and they were blown by the wind and floated in the sky, like a warm rain.

It turns out that those bright silver armors with a cold light on the surface are not indestructible. No matter how hard the armor is, it protects soft blood and flesh and can break at the touch.

The blood droplets oozing out of the man's body were like silky rain, falling on her cheeks with warmth, but she felt extremely cold and couldn't help but shiver.

Kafka took off his coat and put it on the guy's shoulders to cover him up. Then he wanted to help him remove his armor and simply wrap the wound, but his hand stopped in the air.

The black jacket was soaked with blood and turned dark red in just a few seconds. Blood beads dripped down along the hem of the clothes, like a waterfall in front of the water curtain cave. The thick blood was as thick as water. flow.

Kafka was stunned for a second, even with a hint of bewilderment and surprise, and a confused look appeared in his calm eyes for the second time.

He was majestic and majestic in the first ten seconds, looking like he was the only one who dared to cross the sword and stand upright, General Jiang, but now his whole body was oozing blood, as if he was being grasped hard by a big transparent hand and trying to squeeze it. Like an explosion.

Contrary to Kafka's overwhelmed mood, Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh to the sky. He was so elated that his blood boiled. Simply put, he was so happy that he was in an unprecedented good mood.

The world is fair. If you want to change something, if you want to change a person's destiny, then you have to be prepared to lose. You can do it again a thousand times, because you have never changed her destiny in those thousand times. There is nothing to lose.

But now you have succeeded, just like Mario saved the princess, like Contra cleared the level, like the greedy snake finally reached its end, but the price is one life for another, simple and crude and straightforward.

Destiny will not claim your soul like the devil in hell, nor will it prompt you to let it drive you to spread faith like God.

Destiny is very simple. It is just a straight thread. Its complexity depends on the person who chooses destiny, not on itself.

It happened that the fate Jiang Fan chose was a straight road with no end in sight. No matter how violent the storm, the spring flowers bloomed on the roadside, he always walked silently on this road until he hit the end of the road.

In fact, everyone is afraid of death, and he also longs for the day when he can have a second spring in his life, with countless beautiful women throwing themselves into his arms and favoring him in every possible way.

He chose a person and fell in love with him, and from then on he neither envied a mandarin duck nor a fairy. He and Kafka were just passers-by and parted ways.

Maybe one day you will be relieved and feel that there is nothing to regret. After all, some people are born as birds that cannot be caught. If she stays by your side for a short time, it does not mean that you have owned her.

What you fall in love with is a little bird that cannot stay for anyone. She passes by in your life for a short time. You hope that she will stay, but are that expectation and love too heavy for her? Woolen cloth?

Your love is very good, but she can't want it. It's a very simple truth, but some people spend their entire lives unable to understand it. They just feel that it is fate that makes people miss it.

But love is the most unreasonable thing. Everyone can swear that they will never fall in love with anyone and do anything for them. But when you really fall in love with someone, you will have no reservations about them, even if Even if I risk my life, I think it's worth it.

Everyone is a warrior charging for love. If you think you can't do it, it's just that you haven't met it yet and you don't love it deeply enough.

When he decided to change his so-called destiny a long time ago, he was already prepared to sacrifice many things, whether it was his eyes, arms, or even his life, it was a price he could afford.

From beginning to end, he couldn't remember exactly what happened that afternoon by the river. Maybe it was the sadness of parting, or maybe it was the short-lived happiness before parting.

He couldn't figure out Kafka's heart, just like when he first met her eyes, they were a fire that would not burn. He didn't know if he could ignite the dead fire, just like he didn't know his own destiny.

Time no longer allowed Jiang Fan to think wildly. He gently pulled the reins and clamped Hebrian's horse's belly between his calves. The tireless tall horse finally slowed down its pace, slowly pulling out its shadow on the asphalt road, "You What is the reason for living in this world? Is it because we lack the awareness of fear and cannot appreciate the value of life?"

But before Kafka could answer, his tone became as fast as a machine gun, and he had no time to say slowly: "But there are so many meanings in life, and you just chose a path that goes against fate. What is the meaning of life? It really Is it difficult to answer?"

He jerked the reins, and Hebrian slowly slowed down to a stop, constantly raising his shadow in the direction of the rising sun; "You are really stupid... The meaning of life can be a game that has not been cleared, It could be an uneaten snack, or it could be a beautiful love, or it could be an endless journey, but if you choose not to have fear, you will not be able to understand the meaning of life."

"Fear is really not good at all. You will miss a lot of people and things in your life. Looking back, you will regret it. You will regret that you backed down out of fear when making a major decision."

"I have read this story many times. I know the final ending of this story. The ending is to die without a burial place. I will always do those scripts that are not understood by others, and then disappear and be forgotten in a corner of the world, so That’s a dead end.”

"I tried to influence this story and participate in this story, but the ending of the story is always the same. I failed to stop you at the crossroads of life, and you can only go to the dark side."

"I really want to know before you die, will you think that if you had known this, would you have walked into that crossroads and opened the door to heaven or hell? Curiosity kills people Isn’t that right? There’s nothing wrong with being a demon hunter or bounty hunter all your life, right? Why are you playing with your life with the Star God!”

When he said these words, he seemed to have turned back into the Jiang Fan who loved to complain and was afraid of death. He was nagging like an old woman, but Kafka just listened quietly to his complaints and listened to what he said that she didn't understand.

She raised her head and stared into the man's eyes without any movement. The warm ripples belonging to the sunrise were faintly visible in her pupils. Her expression was extremely serious. She listened to all the nonsense she didn't want to hear in the past, even if it was A joke.

Jiang Fan was completely unaware of his own changes. The temperature of his blood was constantly boiling. The blood was flowing on the bright silver armor. His whole body seemed to be fished out of bloody water. The skin was like cracked rubber, crookedly. One crack after another opened.

Hebrian's smooth and beautiful black mane was also dyed dark red. He lowered his head and stared at the reflection in the water. This intelligent creature chose silence. Blood and rainwater flowed together slowly on the asphalt road. The ground spread, and the shadow on the horse's back grew longer and longer.

"Who would be worried about you to death if he became your boyfriend? Don't think that you are really charming. I must be you. There are many people who like me, so don't be conceited..." Jiang Fan broke his hands. Finger spent his last moments venting all those years of resentment, one sentence after another, not the same at all.

But his nagging words suddenly stopped, and he raised his head in surprise. Kafka's pupils seemed to be burning with fire, rippling slightly to reflect the sunlight, and his lips were filled with bright red blood, dripping drop by drop. come down.

"Damn...cheating..." Jiang Fan muttered and wanted to reach out and touch his forehead, but the movement stopped again, and the raised arm slowly lowered it.

Now I am about to die, but this woman Kafka is simply unreasonable, and her anger and resentment disappears instantly. Even if she complains in her heart... But the moment she raises her head to look at each other, tenderness still ripples.

Jiang Fan stared at Kafka's eyes and wanted to reach out to touch her face and hair, but stopped in mid-air. The armor-covered hands continued to pour out blood and trembled uncontrollably.

Kafka just stared at him quietly, even leaning forward slightly, with blood still dripping from his lips.

Jiang Fan was silent for a few seconds, and his hand hovering in mid-air slowly moved forward.

At this moment, the sun's beams dropped, and the people on horseback stared in the direction of the rising sun. The beams lengthened the shadows of the man and the horse on the asphalt road.

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There is no tragic life and death, no magnificent love story, and no heroic deeds worthy of praise. Their love is very simple and blank, as if it is just a trivial encounter, an inadvertent wisp of wind, which makes people feel that it is still unfinished but feels... Nothing happened, as if everything was just an illusion.

I have been planning my next book recently, and it is most likely going to be a funny version of an isekai light novel. It is not the kind of dog that starts with a dog, and the whole server goes sideways, and it is not a critical attack with a sword. It has all the equipment. It is biased toward Japanese isekai light novels. type.

The last thing I want to say is, please give me power and gifts for my love. I will update the next two chapters tomorrow.