Fairy’s Box

I don't know how long it took, the black-haired knight's consciousness became blurred, and the shrill roar in his ears became erratic, sometimes clear in his ears, and sometimes vague as if separated by a time and space.

The heart-piercing cries were gradually changing, and it was already like the roar of a beast.

Yale is now hung on the rack with his hands apart, with the shackles nailed to his elbows, and the chains running directly through his shoulder blades and embedded in the wall behind him. He had heavy shackles on his ankles, which were fixed with several through-bone nails, pulling the whole person apart and nailing them to death, like a puppet whose joints were torn off.

There was a pool of blood-red "belts" on the ground, which was the skin that Maqiri cut off inch by inch with his flexible and skilled skills.

"I didn't expect your muscles to be so strong."

Maqiri clenched the white and red bowstring in his hand, pulled it into a full full moon, and then suddenly released it, the bowstring tightened instantly with a "whoosh" sound, making the air in the room buzz.

"Generally, the bow will be destroyed by pulling it in the air, but this bow always maintains the strength when it is formed. I have to admit that you have exercised your body very well."

As he said that, he put down the bow in his hand, turned around and looked at the **** human figure on the torture rack, showing a hint of apology, and bowed gracefully and said:

"Sorry, I forgot that you can't speak now...Is the taste of iron juice in your throat uncomfortable?"

"…"

The black-haired knight on the torture rack did not answer. He had been here for too long, and with the **** torture every day, his consciousness became dull, and even his memory was a little disordered.

"I'm going to meet someone today... I think you'll be very happy to see her too." Maqiri stroked his short purple hair, looked at him meaningfully and smiled.

"she…"

Yale's dull consciousness caused a wave of waves. He felt that this person was very important to him, but he couldn't remember the other person's appearance for a while.

Soon, the dusty iron door on the opposite side slowly opened again, and a slender figure in a red gauze skirt walked out. That familiar pretty face gradually overlapped with another face in his memory.

She is Charlene!

The black-haired knight looked at the oncoming figure with bloodshot eyes full of disbelief. The Charlene in his memory had never been dressed so vulgarly and charming, let alone painted smoky makeup. Full of fish lips high heels.

Yale didn't want to believe the scene in front of him, but a voice kept telling him that this was Charlene.

The iron door slowly closed on its own, Xia Linping walked in front of Maggie Tingting, smiled sweetly, picked up the red skirt with both hands, and tapped her toes on the ground, as if to show her graceful figure, and spun in front of the other party. lock up.

The bright red gauze skirt was slowly blooming in the cell, and the fragrance of fat powder gradually dissipated with the girl's movements, diluting the heavy **** smell in the space.

what is she doing?

The black-haired knight stared at everything in a daze, watching Charlene fall into Maric's arms with a smile, and suddenly there was a heart-piercing pain in her heart.

No...no...no!

"Very well, you are very obedient and dressed as I instructed."

Maric glanced at the girl in front of him from top to bottom with his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stroked her snow-white skin with interest:

"What a beautiful beauty, from now on, you are mine."

"I'm yours."

Charlene put her pretty face in front of him, spit out her pointed pink tongue, and gently licked the other's cheek.

Yale stared at this scene with tears in his eyes. His shriveled muscles trembled unconsciously on the torture rack. He opened his mouth to shout, but he could only make a low, hoarse air leaking sound.

Maric pushed Charlene to the dirty ground, and tore off her veil with both hands, exposing her snow-white skin to the dim firelight of the prison.

"Very good..." He laughed recklessly, and suddenly there was a sound like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter between his teeth.

…

"Can I take him away?"

Xia Linqiao's face was flushed with a hint of lingering rhythm, she stretched out her slender palm, stroked the man on her chest, and asked gently.

Maric stood up from the ground with a low hoarse laughter in his throat:

"It doesn't matter, he's already a **** now. He needs someone to take care of him even when he walks. It's no fun to torture him any more. If you want to take him away, just take him away."

"It's so kind of you."

The green-haired girl immediately stood up, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him sweetly.

On the rack, Yale stared blankly at Charlene, who was so charming and charming in front of him, as if something was broken in his heart, and then a warm current poured on the wound, with a hint of warmth in the pain.

She... to save me?

When did I become so incompetent that I actually asked my woman to sacrifice herself to save me?

I... am I?

The black-haired knight's consciousness fell into chaos, as if he had fallen into a bottomless dark abyss, constantly sinking... sinking... sinking.

Under the tender and sweet urging of the green-haired girl, Maric pulled out the rusty through-bone nails from Yale's joints, put down the man who was so thin that only his skeleton remained, and then summoned a stretcher.

"I still don't understand, why are you trying to save this crippled man, he can't give you anything now?" Before leaving, Maric asked rather puzzled.

"Does a woman need a reason to save her fiancé?" Charlene replied, smoothing the ends of her hair.

Maric was silent. He didn't know how he thought about this matter in his heart, but Yale had only guilt in his heart. The suffocation that seemed to sink into the bottom of the deep sea enclosed him. Every moment was **** pain. .

…

He lay quietly in the dark, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"everything will get better…"

The green-haired girl stood by the bed and comforted him again and again.

Yale looked at her familiar yet unfamiliar face and wanted to speak, but found that her broken throat could no longer speak clearly. Then he tried to reach out to write on the blanket, but his wrists drooped down as if stuffed with cotton.

In the end, he tried to straighten his back, but found that there was no feeling below his chest - in the torture day after day on the rack, the black-haired knight's joints were penetrated, all the tendons were torn, and the tendons were broken. It was all drawn out by Maric with superb skills.

Like a puppet whose silk thread has been ripped out, Yale thought quietly.

Everything is over, the body has been destroyed to such an extent, not to mention ambitions and dreams, even the health that ordinary people have is an extravagant hope for me.

"It's okay, you'll be fine."

With tears in her eyes, Charlene handed out a snow-white palm, stroking the black-haired knight's face through a layer of cold steel—in order to take care of his self-esteem, the green-haired girl made a mask out of steel, covering it. That inhuman face.

yes i will be fine...

The black-haired knight stared at the drop of crystal tears, all the darkness subsided in the warm sunlight, and courage burned again in his heart.

Without arms, I still have eyes, without grudge, I still have soul! Heroes are indomitable, if they just accept their fate, what's the point of lingering on until now?

I can still stand up... for sure!

Yale stared into the eyes of the green-haired girl, nodded slightly with difficulty, then closed his eyes and fell asleep - he was too tired and needed to save enough energy to cope with a series of rehabilitation training.

…

Since then, the black-haired knight has been actively receiving treatment. According to the package designed by the nutritionist, he forced his overwhelmed stomach to absorb enough energy, and vomited after eating and eating again.

Then he went to rehabilitation training. Like a baby, he started to practice turning over little by little, then sitting and lying down, and then crawling. These were easy things for ordinary people, but they made him suffer.

Day after day, although there has been no improvement, Yale still insists on practicing. He is convinced that all this is not useless, and that he will be able to walk independently again one day.

However, just when the black-haired knight thought everything would go on as usual, one thing almost tore his heart apart again - Charlene was pregnant.

"It's impossible for you... so... I want to give birth to the child..." Charlene clenched her dress tightly with both hands and told him with a pale face.

These words almost shattered Yale's only dignity as a man, and threw it naked on the ground and trampled on it, smashing it.

But in the face of such a plea from his lover, what can a crippled man who has lost his fertility do?

In the end, Yale agreed to her request, he had lost his career and could no longer lose his only love.

The black-haired knight endured all this and continued to do useless work day after day, but Charlene gradually began to alienate him. Originally, Yale thought that this was just a need for pregnant women to give birth, but until the birth of the child, he never saw the green-haired girl again.

During this period, Bruno, Lydia, Kara, Beverly, Arcia, and other Black Seat's companions have all seen him, and they have never seen him again after knowing his unrecoverable status.

Yale believes that this is only temporary. As long as he keeps exercising, he will definitely be able to get back everything he once had.

However, just when the black-haired knight was about to increase his training intensity and seek a famous doctor for further treatment. More bad news came again. He fell ill and began to cough up blood continuously. At first it was just **** phlegm, and soon it was a big mouthful of blood clots.

At this moment, he finally realized that he was completely helpless - and finally the internal organs that supported the whole body began to decay, which was a sign that time was running out.

Sora was full of ambition, but he didn't expect that it would end up empty.

Yale lay on the sick bed, still unwilling to give up, he felt that he could do something.

What else do you have?

By the way, I still have the experience of Void Fluctuation!

If you can't continue this road, then at least let future generations take your place to the end of etherization.

After making up his mind, the black-haired knight began to use the little time left to organize his life experience. Since his arms were destroyed, Yale could only write with a pen in his mouth. This was a difficult process because he coughed so badly that sometimes when he wrote, a pool of blood covered the writing.

And he, who lost his language ability, couldn't hire another to dictate, he could only count his own death and insist on independent records.

Fortunately, Yale seemed to have won this race against the **** of death. With the excitement that seemed to return to light, he finally finished sorting out his life experience before he died.

And in the process, Charlene also came back, wanting to accompany him through the last part of his life.

Looking at the sorted scroll, the black-haired knight closed his eyes with satisfaction. Although his dream was shattered halfway, there must be more people who can use these experiences to achieve their own lives.

In his sleep, Yale smelled the strong smell of smoke. His lungs had already eroded, and he inhaled the choking smoke, which was almost as sharp as a knife.

It's on fire!

The black-haired knight did not expect that such a large sanatorium would catch fire. He coughed in pain, struggling to open his eyes, looking for his life's efforts through the thick smoke.

If it is swallowed up by flames, even if he dies, he will not be able to rest his eyes.

The black-haired knight was crawling on the ground, leaning on his chin to touch the ground, squirming little by little to approach his manuscript, but soon he was exhausted and slumped in place - he used to be able to cross the ocean, but now he can't cross the one that is close at hand. distance.

I can only watch my heart and blood crouch in the flames...burning...carbonizing...

Destiny, why are you so cruel to me, I have nothing left, and you have to trample on my last hope.

Yale stared at the manuscript that was burning in the flames, and his heart was turning to ashes with the flames. He had no energy to do anything other than mourning the injustice of fate like a coward.

…

After an unknown amount of time, the black-haired knight was awakened by a loud noise and woken up from his sleep. He tried to open his eyelids, but he did not accumulate enough strength for a long time.

The noisy voice became clearer and clearer, it seemed to be the voice of a man and a woman.

The woman is Charlene, the man... very unfamiliar...

"I've tried my best. Do you know how much courage I need to face that rotten face every day? Now I'm patiently returning to him, isn't it all for you?"

Charlene seemed to be sobbing, and her voice had an aggrieved tone.

"I know what you paid for, but how can you be so careless, do you know the value of these manuscripts!? They can make us have wealth that can't be spent in a few lifetimes, and now it's all ruined, this waste can't see it anymore, why? manage?"

The man seemed to be very angry, and it seemed that Biaré himself still felt sorry for those books.

"Don't worry, this guy actually has a lot of property. Once he dies, it will all be ours." Charlene's sobbing became weaker, and she seemed to be acting like a spoiled child.

"Hey... I've wronged you for so many years. It's a little hard to stay by the side of this useless person, right?" The man seemed to be stroking the green-haired girl's hair, comforting her in a gentle tone.

"Yeah, do you know how uncomfortable it is to pretend to be affectionate around him every day?" Charlene said faintly with unspeakable resentment in her tone.

"Hahaha, it's all my fault that I shot too hard. If it didn't destroy his fertility, you should feel a lot better." The man laughed proudly.

Maqiri...it's you!

Charlene... So you've been deceiving me from the beginning!

A scam... a scam... it's all a scam!

After the black-haired knight heard their conversation clearly, his mind suddenly became clear, his mind was suddenly penetrated by hot flames, and he almost lost his mind in anger.

revenge!

Huge anger, hatred, and unwillingness dominated Yale's heart, and all reason was burned in his mind, leaving only the only belief that supported his lingering and would not die immediately.

"What a strong desire to destroy... This is the attitude you should have..." A distant and unfamiliar voice came from the darkness, echoing over and over in my ears.

"You want to live?"

"Want to get hold of the sword again?"

"Want to get back everything you lost?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Yale's eyes, as if he was remembering and understanding the content of the voice.

The voice didn't care about his silence, and laughed faintly:

"But you can't do anything but lie in this darkness, waiting for death and decay."

"Your body has been completely destroyed, not even a baby."

"You think that you can rely on faith to support the recovery of glory, but everyone has abandoned you, including destiny itself."

The black-haired knight's body trembled violently with anger. If his anger could be turned into a real flame, his anger would be enough to burn everything including himself.

However, anger without power is meaningless. In the deepest part of the darkness, there seems to be some behemoth approaching, and it comes close to his ear little by little. It contains indescribable temptation and bewitchment, and he speaks in a low voice:

"Have you shed this weakened body and gained a new life?"

"Do you want to regain your ambition and trample all traitors under your feet?"

"You - do you want revenge!?"

Yalei's eyes shone with intense fire, and soon formed a red light that flowed like magma. His arms were shriveled like a mummy, and he grabbed the sky, and a thunderous roar came out of his throat:

"revenge!"

"very good…"

The voice laughed lowly, got closer to his ear, and continued to tempt with irresistible bewitchment:

"As long as you hand over your body and mind to me and become one with me, I will give you unparalleled power! Power enough to tear apart time and space and change the world again!"

The red light in the black-haired knight's eyes became more and more intense, and an angry low voice came out of his throat, and finally, with overwhelming killing intent, he responded to the void:

"Do not!"

"What did you say?!"

The voice didn't seem to guess his reaction, and there was a kind of turbulence in the darkness.

"The enemy is mine! The hatred is mine too! Vengeance belongs to me alone! Even if I turn into an evil spirit after death, and wait ten years and a hundred years, I will personally take revenge on Xuehen and punish the betrayal! As for you... Get out! "

The huge force ripped apart the darkness in an instant, and golden lightning fell from the void, illuminating the thick darkness.

A tall figure with twisted horns stood in front of Yalei. Those red eyes stared down at him, and after a long time, it turned into an earth-shattering roar:

"You won this time, but I won't give you a second chance. Wait in fear... Waiting for the moment when you will shed your mortal body and become the Lord of Hell!"