my lord god sister

The world that appeared before Liu Ling's eyes was not pitch black.There is light, the light of the stars, like the night covered with a layer of tulle at night, not bright, but not desperate.

This……

Liu Ling moaned softly, like a wanderer returning to his hometown, using his black eyes to delicately touch the details under the night.

His gaze was very gentle, as gentle as something that appeared in Liu Ling's sight.

It was a piece of paper, with a person drawn, each of whom Liu Ling was familiar with and who made Liu Ling sigh.Hearing her sighing slightly, she stepped forward.The footsteps are very gentle, for fear of shocking the sleepy stars in the sky.Her breathing was very light, as if she would startle the sleeping drawing papers on the ground, causing the person in the painting to cry out in surprise and stand in front of Liu Ling.

This……

Isn't it the scene before his death?

Liu Ling sighed and stopped his steps.She was an illustrator before she entered this main god space.A painter has very few friends, counting and counting, only a pen and a piece of paper.

This is my whole world, I have no friends, except the person in the painting.There was no sound, except the rustle of writing.There is no color, except for those blacks that have been seen a thousand times and can no longer be washed out.

tick...

A soft sound suddenly rang in Liu Ling's ear.She lowered her head, her black hair lightly brushed over the tip of her small nose, leading Liu Ling's gaze down, and stopped at the source of the voice.

It is like white jade, but it is flawless.A red rope is tied on the wrist, which is generally carved from white marble.The rope was made of blood and was getting thicker and thicker.

Suicide by cutting wrists.

This is how Liu Ling died.

She smiled, watched, watched, sighed, and crouched down.It was like watching a stray kitten squatting in front of him meowing.

The blood on the wrist was flowing little by little, dripping little by little, not much, but there was no sign of stopping.Gradually, Liu Ling raised the corners of his mouth slightly and laughed.

The beautiful white teeth shone brightly in this dim room, and the bright red blood dripped on the white paper as it should, causing little ripples and smudges.

The scarlet blood is like a flower bone that is silent on the other side of the underworld.It shook its posture slightly, and then it bloomed.

"gorgeous."

The vermilion lips parted slightly, and Liu Ling sighed softly.

The beautiful and delicate flowers are like girls, only when they wither will they be charming and charming.

Only at the time of death can there be the most beautiful sight.

Everything is just like this time.

His eyes became heavy little by little, and Liu Ling's white cheeks were getting closer and closer to the drawing paper in front of him, as if he could blow up the drawing paper in front of him with just one breath.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

Sounds resounded in the dim studio until the slightest sound rang out.

Boom!dong dong!dong dong dong...

head.Hitting the ground, blue bruises spread on the pale forehead until the girl closed her black eyes.

Dead silence is the only term now.

I don't know how long it has been.Liu Ling slowly felt himself waking up.

Those black eyes lit up again in the dim room, like the weakest star shining in the deepest night.The star is bleak, sad and silent.

She turned her gaze upwards, looking up at the only person standing in the dim room.

It was a young girl.She has long black shawl hair, the ends of which extend to her shoulders, swaying quietly in the windless studio.Like a red candle in the wind, a residual flower in the rain.

Tick ​​tock!

With a soft sound, Liu Ling only felt a cold on the tip of his nose.She lowered her head, breathed lightly, and then focused her gaze.

A spot of bright red blood bloomed on the tip of her nose.

Liu Ling didn't turn around, wasn't afraid, just looked at the bright red blood spot on the tip of his nose indifferently, like a puppet, and at this moment, there was another soft sound.

Tick ​​tock!

The sound was like a clock being turned by the god of death, ringing in Liu Ling's ears non-stop, reminding her that her life was dying.

The bright red blood spots spread more and more vigorously on her face until it covered all the white spots.

That delicate and fair face was immersed in the blood of the bright red forehead.Liu Ling's eyes immersed in blood slowly turned, causing circles of ripples in the blood pool, and finally focused on the girl who was slowly falling down, watching the girl collapse on the ground with a bang. on the ground.

The girl's black eyes faced Liu Ling's eyes soaked in blood, and the bright stars faced the bright red stars.

"turn out to be……"

A contemptuous and sighing voice poured out from Liu Ling's mouth.She turned her head and stared at the world behind her.

One piece of darkness, another piece of snow white.

Dark because there is no other thing but his own shadow.Snow white because there is no other color but the black of that shadow.

People beyond the drawing paper are dead, and blood is dripping from their white wrists.

Liu Ling in the painting seems to be lifted up by the soul, rising up from the painting page little by little, and hovering in mid-air.

For the first time, Liu Ling found that he could see the whole picture of the studio.

In the studio of twenty square meters, there was only one dark red chair, silently hidden under the dark red table.Beside the dark red table, lay a girl on her back.

The girl has the same small nose as Liu Ling, the same big eyes as Liu Ling, the same straight black hair as Liu Ling, and the same snow-white, slender wrists as Liu Ling, as well as the Tiny red ropes tied, ropes made of blood.

This is Liu Ling who committed suicide by cutting his wrists! !

Those drawing papers scattered around the breathless Liu Ling can prove it!

Those who appear in the middle of thousands of paintings, the exact characters can prove it!

Those silent, as evidenced by the thousands of blood-red eyes staring into the darkness!

Liu Ling fell into a deep sleep, and then returned to the small studio before he committed suicide.I committed suicide by cutting my wrists, and died in the studio. No one cast eyes on this studio blooming in the darkness, except Liu Ling in thousands of paintings, kissing the darkness with red eyes.

"Are you going to start an endless cycle?"

Liu Ling's soul hovering in mid-air whispered to himself, lowered his head subconsciously, and stared at his snow-white wrist.

On the wrist, a spot of bright red, like a rose at night, blooms slowly.

Death, repeat again!

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"The third person who fell into a deep sleep... is Liu Ling?"

Liu Mengchao stared into the eyes of Chou Shenya in front of him, and asked slowly.

"You already know?"

With a flash of silver eyes, Chiu Shenya answered.

"First Qi Xiaoxiao, then Gao Xiaowan, and finally Liu Ling." Liu Mengchao said slowly, his gaze cast into the endless and distant sky, "The three of them fell into a deep sleep one by one. In other words, they have actually given the answer."

"I don't understand what you mean." Qiu Shenya shook his head lightly, "But I think it is not an easy task for you to wake up the three of them."

"That's right, this is indeed not an easy task. It will be very difficult and dangerous." Liu Mengchao nodded lightly, but smiled contemptuously from the corner of his mouth, "Because for me, There is still one most fundamental condition.

"condition?"

"A ticket that allows me to enter the dreamland. The battlefield has already been selected, so..." Liu Mengchao slowly clenched his hands, looking at the sunset in the sky, "I can't not go."

"It would be rude not to go." Liu Mengchao said with a smile, "And I'm curious too."

"Curiosity?" Chou Shenya asked softly, his eyes flickering.

Liu Mengchao didn't give an answer, only the bloody setting sun came from a distance.The red sunset flowed down from Liu Mengchao's neck, like a waterfall of blood, flowing on the man standing in the sunset.

The setting sun is like blood, but I don't know if Liu Mengchao's blood will be brighter red than the setting sun.

Because, only red blood is the most beautiful.

And Liu Mengchao has always been beautiful. (To be continued..)

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This is today's first update. . .Today, in order to squeeze out more time to write novels, I have been working on my thesis in front of the computer with a bowl in my hand until eight o'clock in the evening.

The next chapter should be before twelve o'clock, if not, it should be around one or two o'clock.

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