The world doesn't need succubus to save

In a corner of the quiet forest, four tombstones stand quietly in it.

Here, isolated from the outside world, time seems to slow down, but everything is still as it is in memory.

cemetery.

In many cases, it represents ominous and fearful colors. People are afraid of such places and always try their best to stay away.

But there is one case where it doesn't...

That's when the person lying under those six feet is the one you love the most.

All the previous emotions were restrained, and Ning Feng's mood completely changed the moment he stepped into this area.

No matter what the deformed demon or the secret place of the Holy Word, all of them were put down.

Feeling an unprecedented peace of mind, Ning Feng had no other mood to think about those problems at this moment.

He just stared blankly, his gaze passed through Jiang Wan and Xilin in front of him, and landed on the tombstone.

The tombstone had just been cleaned, it was spotless and looked brand new.

But Ning Feng who understands all this knows that it is just an illusion, they have been standing here for a long time.

That was the tombstone of himself and Jiang Wan's parents.

death.

It is the biggest gap between those who survive and those who miss.

Life and death, the forever insurmountable barrier, bound countless people.

Ning Feng is also one of them.

Exhaling, Ning Feng, who woke up from the trance, took a step forward and walked forward slowly.

He walked through the two of them, bent down and placed the gardenia bouquet he had chosen in his hand.

After being silent for a long time, I finally just said loudly:
"You came."

You finally came……

You come to see them.

Apart from this, there is no other words for me.

Looking at Huo Jia's profile, Ning Feng felt my ups and downs, and just wanted to comfort me, but Xilin tugged on his sleeve heavily.

Shaking her head, Xilin indicated with her eyes that Ning Feng was going to speak at that time.

(does it matter?)

Regarding Ning Feng's worries, Xilin was not confused, she nodded seriously and replied from the bottom of her heart:

(Well, doubt me.)
It's just that, that level of sadness.

Ning Feng looked at Jiang Wan, who was like a statue, but didn't speak, but walked away silently with Xi Lin, leaving Jiang Wan alone.

The rustling footsteps went away until they disappeared.

Jiang Wan was the only one left in the forest, and tranquility was restored there again.

Jiang Wan stood quietly behind the tombstone, her expression was as fierce as before, and when I was watching, my defense against Li relaxed a little.

Looking at the name engraved on the bottom with words, the breath under me became severe, and I completely lost the vigor I had when I had so little faith later.

I put away my minions, hid the remaining killing intent under my body before killing, imitated how I was when I was young, and showed my true appearance behind my parents.

The children who left home suffered a lot of grievances inside, and wanted to go home to find the safety of their parents.

Did I cry.

The joy of losing a loved one has long been erased by time, and the pain that remains in my heart still makes me lose my composure and cry.

I'm not angry either.

The world is so small, no one will stop losing, I haven't gotten used to it for a long time.

But my emotions are indeed the same as Ning Feng's feelings, and some of them are controllable ups and downs.

In other words, Jiang Wan just didn't feel a little lost.

Today, I have not lost a little strength than I was weaker than before.

I have seen false gods who are as small as gods in ancient legends in a world like a dream, I have seen heroic kings fight against fate, and I have even faced saints with the existence under the legend...

Jiang Wan has experienced very little, and my story is very ordinary, more ordinary than the life of few people.

I can even see my own destiny in a trance at some point, a line straight down, pointing directly at the gods in the clouds.

In this future, I will fight against fewer gods, and find a new way out for me in this desperate world...

For such a bleak future, Jiang Wan is not afraid, and even full of confidence for various reasons.

I didn't have a chance to be the hero I dreamed about when I was growing up.

But regarding the past...Jiang Wan can do nothing.

Jiang Wan can't prevent the loss of the future, but I have nothing to do with the fact that it hasn't happened in the past.

I can't find any way to change it at all.

The past can be traced.

That sense of power is usually weak, and Jiang Wan is also a person who hates looking forward.

It's just that when facing the icy tombstone behind his eyes, his emotion was detonated with sound.

There was no real burial of my relatives, our bodies disappeared in the accident, and all that remained was an empty tomb.

But that was preventing Jiang Wan from feeling sad.

What is gone is not gone yet, those who have left will never come back after all, he can do anything.

Looking back, my eyes are full of sorrow, leaving nothing but sadness.

The high-hanging fist was clenched tightly, but it was released hastily.

Dwelling on past self-pity doesn't make any happiness any less, it just makes you look stronger.

Huo Jia hated that feeling, but is there anything wrong with a child showing his wounds in front of his relatives?
After staying like that for a while, Jiang Wan, whose expression had always been stiff, suddenly became relaxed.

My emotions suddenly converge, and I can no longer find the strength I had just now.

"They must have thought of it? One day, you will bring such a good man to see them."

Jiang Wan thought of Qi Nan who was worried for her own sake just now, shook her head, and smiled self-deprecatingly:

"Their children will actually become such a woman."

The world may label a woman like you as homosexual, but in their eyes, what will you look like?

Jiang Wan knew the answer.

No matter what they become, children will always be children in the eyes of their parents.

At least, I will only teach myself a lesson.

Turning her head to look at the other two tombstones, Jiang Wan's expression became even more strange.

"So do they. Seeing you abduct Shireen like that, will they regret not having punished you severely when you were growing up? Did they kill your bad thoughts before they were born?"

"Yes, even if you do this at this time, you will probably be obedient."

Jiang Wan laughed as the suppressed emotion under her body was released.

What is buried there is only our longing and sustenance for our loved ones.

There, Jiang Wan also told how young she was and her pain was hidden there.

Once I was willing to succumb to this strength, but now I have reconciled.

I haven't matured enough to take that grief.

Raising her clenched left hand and pressing it heavily against her right chest, Jiang Wan hastily bowed to the seven tombstones behind her.

"You came to see them."