Endless Debt.

Chapter 330 A Better Place
"theme?"

Amy tilted her head to look at Burrog, who had punched her face in a series of scratches, making her look like a homeless stray cat.

"Like a novel, an opera, a movie needs a theme," Burlogo said.

"I can't think of any theme." Amyu said after being troubled for a while.

"No theme is also a theme... just like what we are now," Burrog's wounds slowly healed, "I don't know what we are playing."

"It's just venting." Ai Miao characterized the fight between the two.

"After venting our emotions, it's time for us to have a good talk."

Burrog couldn't help but relax. He didn't know what Amy wanted to do in the fourth time regression, but Burlog suddenly felt that it would be nice to end the fourth time regression like this, but it was troublesome own team leader.

When he was fighting wits and courage with women, Lebius was really fighting bloody battles.

Amy looked at Burlogo blankly, she still had no intention of talking and refused to open her heart to anyone.

All of a sudden, Aimu threw himself on Bologo's body, his legs pressed against Bologo's thighs, and his movements were very intimate, as if he wanted to hug Bologo.

"What expression is this?"

Amy hugged Burrog's neck gently, and asked inexplicably.

"Your eyes seem to be telling me to get the hell out of here... I remember the plots of those courtship novels. The protagonists like such plots very much, don't they?"

Bologo tried to struggle, but he really didn't have much strength. After the forbidden spirit bullet hit Burlogo, Aimu took advantage of Bologo's weakness and took a few more bottles of poison. Even the undead couldn't bear it now. up.

"That kind of plot is really good, but I remember that there should be no such part in the plot, right?"

Burrog glanced down, and as Amyu exerted a little force on his knee, the dagger stuck in Burrog's thigh was stirred, and the wound that had finally healed opened again.

This is no longer a courtship novel, but a suspenseful murder novel.

"Huh? Literary works must be somewhat different from reality." Amyu nodded while talking.

Bologo slowly raised his head. He couldn't feel Amyu's breath, but only a faint tremor from under the body, like a heartbeat.

"I really don't understand what you're going to do, Amy."

Burlogo's words came from the heart.

Bologo has never been good at guessing other people's hearts. After all, the job of an expert does not involve this part. When facing difficulties, he just needs to swing his iron fist and hit them.

It's hard to guess the heart of others, let alone the heart of an alchemy puppet.

"If you want me to stay here honestly, you can talk to me directly instead of doing it this way."

Bologo didn't know whether he was numb in pain or he had lost too much blood. He couldn't feel the pain anymore.

"After all, you are an expert. Giving the initiative to experts will inevitably make people feel uneasy."

Amy didn't deny her purpose, she controlled Burlog in an almost cruel way... just to have this inexplicable dialogue.

"It's pretty similar here..." Amyu said abruptly.

"like what?"

"Alchemy Workshop."

Glancing around from the corner of his eyes, Burrog denied, "This is completely different."

"No, I mean the atmosphere."

"atmosphere?"

Burrog couldn't figure it out even more. Is the atmosphere here like an alchemy workshop?This must be a murder scene.

But also, how can I figure out what the alchemy puppet is thinking?

Ai Miao didn't intend to continue explaining anything, this place was indeed not like an alchemy workshop, but Ai Miao felt that the layout here was very warm, even though it was covered with dust.The former alchemy workshop is as warm as here.

"I recalled the contrast when I first saw you," said Burrog.

"That time? In fact, I didn't pretend well enough at the time. I should be more well-behaved. Being too active will only make people suspicious."

Amy still remembers the first time she met Burrog, she joked about Burrog with a lively look.

"That wasn't the first time we met...I've seen you before that."

"When?"

Burlog fell silent, showing a hint of ridicule. In this case, he could only use this method to disgust Amy.

Amyu didn't say anything, she was like a flying swallow, took Burrog as a tree trunk, nestled up, and buried her head on Burrog's chest.

This scene should have been quite beautiful, but Bologo was covered in wounds and his chest was still bloody, which made people feel terrible.

"You're right, Bologo."

There was a bit of relief and relaxation in Aimiao's voice, as if he had spoken a heavy secret.

"I long for the love and approval of my teacher."

Amy's mood was very calm, she seemed to be talking to Burlogo, and she seemed to be talking about herself.

"I think as long as the teacher can see me, I don't think it's a problem to sacrifice for Alice's resurrection...

But then I changed, I felt the joy I had never had before, and I also knew the horror of death. "

Burrog remained silent. It was not a time for bad jokes.

"I try my best to restrain my desires and fears. This is like a self-inflicted asceticism, a kind of self-sacrifice. I think I have overcome so many difficulties. The teacher should take a look at me..."

Amy's words paused for a few seconds, and Burlogo felt tremors. It was not clear whether it was the tremor of the body or Amy was trembling.

"Why? Bologo."

Amy asked Burrog.

"Why am I born to be somebody's replacement?
In fact, I also want to live, I want to eat more desserts, listen to more music, watch more movies, I want to see a bigger world instead of being trapped in this dark big rift. "

Amy clenched her fists as she spoke, full of resentment.

"Do you hate it all?" asked Burrog.

Amyu thought for a long time, then slowly let go of her fist, "No."

"The teacher is not wrong, he just cared too much about Alice, and Alice is not wrong, after all, I have to thank her for my birth... Everyone is right, but they have created this painful hell.

I can't figure it all out, humans are so complicated. "

Amy was very sad. She felt that she should be crying, but she had no tears to speak of. The only thing she could show was a sad face and shriveled halos in her eyes.

"It's weird, Amy."

Burrog tried to move his arm, and hugged Amy lightly, "Why do you say these things at this time?"

Amyu whispered, "You're right. It's a bad thing to leave without saying goodbye. Although I don't know how you found me, when I saw you back in time last time, I thought I should say goodbye."

"Back in time?" Burrog played dumb.

"This is the last farewell, Bologo."

Aimu didn't explain time going back, but just explained his thoughts.

"Farewell? Are you going to do something later?"

"Well, do something very important."

Aimur leaned against Burrog's ear, and she carefully shared the secret with him.

"Bologo, although you are definitely out of your mind, you are the only friend I have.

It was the first time someone accompanied me on my birthday, the first time I knew what birthday cake tasted like, the first time I watched a movie, the first time..."

Amyu's voice gradually weakened, and it was not easy to say these words, almost exhausting all her strength.

"So it looks like it's all your fault."

Burrogo asked back, "Why me?"

"You showed me the beauty of this world, and you made me realize what death is... I have seen the light, so I can no longer bear the darkness, not even a second."

Amy hugged Bologo's neck tightly, exerting a little force, as if trying to strangle Bologo to death.

"I can't change back to that good boy, it's all because of you."

Bologo remained silent. Although Amyu's words were reprimanded, he actually felt that there was something... an honor?
"Bologo, I have decided that since the teacher doesn't love me, then I will love myself.

I want to become human.

I don't want to be anyone's substitute, I want to live.

I want to eat more desserts, listen to more music, watch more movies, and I want to leave the Rift to see a bigger world.

Yes, that's it, go to the wind source highland to feel the never-ending storm, go to the free port to see the big ships of the countries and the vast ocean, and I also want to go to the green land and take a walk in the wilderness..."

Amyu revealed the secret in her heart at this moment, this time she wants to be a selfish child.

"Being human? You said you didn't want to be human."

"I'm lying, you're too easily deceived."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Burrog's voice sounded again.

"I don't understand, Amy, you were so resistant to communicating with me before, why are you saying this to me now? Is it just to say goodbye?"

"That's it."

"In order to say goodbye, you opened your heart so easily?"

"It's not quite opening up."

"Isn't that counted?"

"It's just me talking to myself, and you won't remember it."

Burrog felt that he had caught the key point, and he said warily, "I...don't remember all this?"

"It's a bit laborious to explain. Anyway, I explained it to you, and you will forget it after a while."

After finally saying these words, Ai Miao felt a lot more relaxed, and there was a rare smile in his voice.

"Then you are a coward indeed," said Borrog, "you only dared to reveal your heart to me when I could not remember it all."

"I'm a coward, I admit it, so what, you won't remember anyway."

Aimiao was stubborn like a stubborn child.

"I don't care about the result, I only care about the process. Since I have said goodbye to you, even if you forget, I am satisfied, just like a tree hole, I don't need your echo."

"Won't I remember all this? That sounds pretty selfish."

"It's such a time, who cares about selfishness."

Amy stood up from Burrog's arms, the two looked at each other, and then Amy kissed Burrog's forehead.

"I'm going to a better place."

Amy put one hand on Bologo's chest, feeling his heartbeat, and pressed the other hand on his own chest, snuffing out the glow of the fantasy seed.

She was humming a familiar song that Burlogo had heard, from the last few records he had collected.

"My body is my cage, and my mind is the key to unlock it..."

"Goodbye, Borogo Lazarus."

The light went out, and then a more dazzling light burst out, turning into a blazing wave of light, engulfing everything.

……

Scarlet blood was sprinkled all over the cliff, and thick blood vessels were like vines, crawling all over the rocks. In the huge sarcoma, crazy life was bred, and many tentacles curled up, greedily devouring the surrounding life.

"This is not a fantasy creation," Lebius looked at the wanton expansion of flesh and blood, "Is the immortal heart still out of control?"

The weird flesh devours the surrounding matter, and the alchemy workshop has been completely covered by it, like a hanging nest, located in the core.

Bursts of astonishing etheric reactions came from it, presumably there is the core of the battlefield.

Lebius was about to leave when he turned his head and saw the scorching gaze rising from the bottom of the big rift.

The utopian species has been destroyed, and the fourth time regression is coming to an end.

"Well, at least enough information has been collected in this time retrospective."

Lebius whispered, and then he looked at the figure beside him who had been following him.

Hood, Gold, and Fast, the three of them had horrible injuries all over their bodies, their pupils were dilated, and there was a faint blue glow floating in them.

"See you in retrospect next time."

Lebius waved his hand and said to the dead trio.

The fourth time retrospective ends.

The fifth time backtracking begins.

(End of this chapter)