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Chapter 25
Ling Xiao finally made his choice.
No, maybe the balance in his heart had tipped quietly back in those years when he was caught off guard by such a child.
That collision was like a spark of fire, igniting Lingxiao's loneliness and despair for thousands of years, igniting a raging fire, until it revealed the original heart whose endurance had been exhausted.
Fate's promise to him is that until the day when the two worlds reach equilibrium, he can return to his original world.
But it was too long, and there was no end in sight.
All the year round, he must have no desires, no desires, no sorrows and no joys. The happiness of the world has nothing to do with him, and he can only do nothing about the tragedy of time.
Ling Xiao felt that this was actually a punishment given to him by fate, like a life sentence.
He thought, why should it be him, he's had enough.
Ling Xiao was unwilling to continue to perform his duties.
He took Chi Jiayan away in front of everyone, and none of the mortals dared to stop him.
In the face of this absolute power, they were unable to hold back their innate fear of the God of Death.
The god of death also appeared because he was saving He Kangcheng, and now his eyes are cold and his body is full of cold air, which is not much better than Ling Xiao who is holding Chi Jiayan.
And Chi Jiayan was curled up in the arms of the other self, with a shy expression and a slight blush on his pale face. It could be seen that he was relaxed because he felt safe.
Such a posture looks ambiguous and squeamish, making Chi Jiayan like a protected darling.
Although Lu Cheng already knew what Chi Jiayan was thinking, it wasn't until this moment that four words appeared in his mind: beauty and disaster.
It really fits his identity very well.
"Brother..." Chi Jiayan hesitated, his voice was a little hoarse, and he felt a little scared when he saw the ugly face of Death.
Death was indifferent.
Ling Xiao, who was holding the person, agreed with a "hmmm" as a matter of course, and raised his eyelids: "Blue Wind."
The wolf howls resounded through the sky, and a giant wolf the size of a truck appeared out of thin air. Its ferocious fangs and shiny black hair made people shiver.
"Help!!!"
"what"
People fled everywhere.
Cang Feng leaned down and stretched out his front paws, Ling Xiao stepped on its front paws, still maintaining the posture of holding Chi Jiayan in his arms.
The two of them disappeared in the sky in a blink of an eye.
Lu Cheng was terrified: "Sir...this..."
This Lord Lingxiao actually said that he would not do it!
This is because you have a falling out with yourself, and you want to make a fool of yourself?
God, what should he do with this unprecedented large-scale strike scene?
Unexpectedly, the god of death beside him also summoned Blue Wind and rode on its back without saying a word.
Lu Cheng's whole body is going to be bad: "You..."
This blue wind looked extremely irritable, it raised its head and howled, and the loud noise made the legs of the fleeing people go weak and couldn't stop paralyzing on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, Death turned his watch, and the time pointed to the time when he was thirteen.
Knowing that this timeline would cease to exist once the error was corrected, he did not intend to deal with these mortals' reactions to the sight.
He finally looked at the chaos of howling ghosts and wolves, disillusioned and disappeared into the air.
The deer wanted to cry but had no tears.
If one suddenly strikes, the other one doesn't care about anything!
These innocent mortals at the scene were frightened by the god of death twice in succession, and it is strange that not all of them were mentally ill.
He had to take out the Soul Eater again.
The black furballs walked out of their sleeves with their mouths open, and this time they would feed their memories.
The god of death travels through the time tunnel.
Soon, he found Chi Jiayan's thirteen-year-old node.
The Qingshui Community in the dark night is the same as in my memory.
In the distance, he put away Blue Wind and landed on the balcony of that dilapidated house.
There were two people in the room, and there was a somewhat sad atmosphere.
One of them is himself wearing a mask, and the other is thirteen-year-old Chi Jiayan.
The two of them turned their heads at the same time.
Chi Jiayan was still young at this time, his black and supple hair complemented his snow-white skin, and his eyes were big and round, but he lacked the strange enchanting feeling that he had when he grew up, and looked simple and well-behaved.
He suddenly widened his mouth, because he was very surprised to see another death god, his expression...a little cute.
Because Lingxiao's memory has been absorbed, this Chi Jiayan has a completely different feeling in the eyes of the god of death.
He knew that after this night, Chi Jiayan would go to the scene of the gas leak to find himself, and then rely on him infinitely and sincerely trust him.
He also knew that his purpose in coming here was to end all this. .
The other god of death realized that his intention was not simple, and he was born with a sensitive sense of danger, so he took a step forward and blocked Chi Jiayan.
"Why are you here?" Another Death God asked coldly.
"What about you, where are you from?" he asked.
They even had the same voice lines, and Death found that he had completely adapted to talking to himself in various time periods.
"I'm from the future," said the other Death.
etc!
Death's pupils suddenly tightened under the mask!
This scene! Isn't that what happened in this room before! The difference is that the protagonists are actually themselves, but their identities are reversed!
At that time, the future self once claimed that he was here to change his mistakes!
Time is all messed up.
History is repeating itself.
"It's such a coincidence. Me too." He couldn't find a better way to say it, so he had to say it.
Another Reaper frowned under the mask.
The god of death has no time to pay attention to the doubts of the other self. It is important to do business now. As long as he can overthrow this history and let Chi Jiayan die, everything is irrelevant, so he waved to Chi Jiayan.
Originally, he wanted to call Yan Ling unceremoniously, but he suddenly recalled what Jiajia said to Lingxiao - "I like you to call me Jiajia very much", so he softened his tone a little and prepared to tell Ling Xiao. Chi Jiayan lured him over.
He beckoned and said, "Jiajia, come here."
Thirteen-year-old Chi Jiayan didn't know why. The first time he saw two identical brothers, he was stunned.
Fortunately, no matter when he was thirteen or eighteen, he seemed to have no resistance to this intimate title, and he could not help but go to the god of death.
It's almost over!
This child disturbed his mind and wasted a lot of his time.
He had never made so many mistakes in the same thing in all his years!
He reached out and grabbed Chi Jiayan's neck and lifted him up!
The delicate and silky touch, the fragile slenderness, reminds the god of death all the time that this is still a child.
The terrifying gasp sounded immediately, Chi Jiayan blushed suddenly, and his legs were helplessly kicking in the air.
As long as the god of death exerts his strength again, Chi Jiayan will surely die.
...
"Who are you? Why are you wearing a mask?" A soft child's voice sounded.
In the heavy rain, the soft and glutinous dumpling was holding a small red umbrella, which was not as high as his waist.
"Don't you bring an umbrella?" The little dumpling raised his head and asked, "Would you like to go with me?"
"Brother, squat down a little." The little dumpling raised his head and waved his little hand, the umbrella handle was on his shoulder, and he wiped the rain off the stranger in front of him with a handkerchief.
...
"Brother, is it possible to accumulate virtue by doing good deeds?"
"Brother, help me... I don't want to die."
...
The boy who survived the disaster was wet and his eyes were crystal clear: "Brother, you are here. You said last time that you would meet soon, but I've been waiting for eight years."
...
The teenager looked down at the ground: "I cursed him, but I don't regret it at all. My brother hates a bad guy like me. Actually, I didn't mean to be so bad..."
"Brother is the patron saint."
...
"Brother!" The boy followed behind him cheekily, and the clear boy's voice became a little hoarse, "Please, be my friend! It doesn't matter if you don't accompany me, please promise me and be my first friend! "
"Brother, you are so good. I can't walk anymore... Can you carry me?"
...
"Brother, am I going to die?"
"I'm actually a little happy." The teenager wiped away his tears, "I can finally see my parents again. Finally, I won't be alone again."
...
"For someone like me, it's better not to be friends with ordinary people. It's true that she wants to help me, but I can't hurt her."
"Brother, take me away." The young man's eyes were stern and firm, "Is it possible to maintain balance in this way? I'm also a nuisance anyway, it's better to get rid of me earlier."
...
"Can you show me what you look like?"
"Aren't you going to show me?" The eighteen-year-old boy was disappointed. "Today is my birthday. Can't I also make my last birthday wish?"
"Actually, it's nothing. I just found out that you and my friend look a bit similar."
...
"Brother, although you are a god of death, we agreed last time that you will take me away next time. But I still want to tell you that I know you..."
"It's really the luckiest thing in my life."
...
Memories flashed back and forth uncontrollably.
The god of death was shaken, trying to drive away those pictures that affected his judgment.
But it was all in vain.
enough!
He could feel that the life of this young man who disturbed his long spiritual path was slowly passing by in his own hands. He didn't want to be told by Ling Xiao - "Why do you always feel that weakness is just me? Isn't it the same for you? Why did you allow it that day? He is alive, why are you saving that idiot today? Aren't you afraid that he will regret it later? When will you admit that you can't bear it?"
No!
He won't admit it.
The god of death sneered and said to another god of death in the room who was trying to stop him: "Lingxiao, things have changed. I'm here from the future to help you correct your mistakes today."
But after he finished saying these words, the other god of death flickered and grabbed Chi Jiayan back in an instant.
The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see his movements.
Chi Jiayan escaped from death, subconsciously holding another god of death, gasping for breath, coughing and shaking: "Brother, brother..."
There is a strong sense of trust and dependence in the tone.
The other god of death appeased Chi Jiayan, his desire for protection was so obvious, and he said to him coldly, "He can't die yet."
Death's eyes darkened.
The expression hidden under the mask also turned gray.
Is the biggest opponent really you?
Because it wasn't until his hand was empty that the god of death realized that his hand had almost completely slackened his strength, so he would let the person in his hand be easily snatched away.
His body had already betrayed his will first.
He tried to wake up the person in front of him: "Really. You are lying to yourself. Chi Jiayan must die early, and we should finish it early."
Another Death said: "Next time will be the perfect moment of death."
It was such an unexpected answer.
The god of death thought desperately: as long as he can't conquer himself, he will never be able to do it.
Everything is an endless loop.
After all, Ling Xiao was not the only one who was weak.
The weak is him and him and him.
"Tomorrow after tomorrow," he said, "doesn't my presence explain the problem?"
Can't kill, can't bear it.
You can't deceive yourself.
Every time, tell yourself that there will be another time.
The two stood face to face without saying a word, neither giving way first.
Death finally dispelled the extravagant hope that he could make a correct decision in the past, and said with a forehead: "Forget it. You are me, I am you, how can I expect you to be more thorough than I am now."
"What happened?" asked the other Death.
Faced with such an inquiry, Death's eyes were locked on the neck of the young man in his arms, where because of his murderous intent, he was strangled with a blue and purple mark.
The young man leaned against him softly, his eyebrows closed, looking fragile and well-behaved, he had already fainted.
The god of death realized that he saw the scene in front of him, and he didn't regret being soft again, and he didn't regret why he didn't kill Chi Jiayan. Even after seeing that Chi Jiayan just fainted, he was slightly relieved.
This reaction is simply contrary to the purpose of his coming here.
The task of forcing yourself to complete this repair time was impossible in the first place.
He was caught in an endless loop of "deciding to kill" - "reluctant to kill" - "delaying until next time".
The future is more and more chaotic.
The god of death remembered that before he came to this world, fate once said to him: "Lingxiao, everything I arranged has a certain number, one link is linked, there is no unrelated cause and effect in the world, and none of you can break it at will."
Xiao Xiao was worried that he would get lost in a lower dimension: "What if it breaks? Am I unable to come back?"
Destiny smiled, avoiding the problem of not being able to come back, but said gently: "If it breaks, try to repair it."
"What if it can't be fixed?" he asked to the end, breaking the casserole.
Destiny pondered for a while before saying: "There is a reason why it can't be repaired, and this reason will only appear on you. If there is a day when the cause and effect cannot be repaired, just let it go. Follow your heart, The mess will naturally unravel."
Follow your heart.
That means that the god of death may not be able to return to the future before his time jump.
Apparently he was in a situation where he couldn't fix cause and effect.
The other self in front of him was holding his breath holding Chi Jiayan, who made everything fall into an infinite loop, his concern and tension were hidden under the mask, and he was waiting for an answer to why he did this.
And Chi Jiayan may be the biggest bug in this time and space repair.
The god of death knew that the mask that looked extremely hard was about to crack a tiny gap.
There is no turning back.
Do you want to tell this yourself what happened in the future?
Do you want to tell him... because of this child, do you have thoughts that you shouldn't have?
Death shook his head and finally made a decision.
"Since I can't change, I can't tell you the future."
After saying this, he turned the watch on his wrist.
He is leaving.
Go back to the same timeline as before.
Everything in the future will be covered from the 18-year-old node of Chi Jiayan.
Whatever the outcome, he decided to accept it.
It was only at this point that he had become enlightened and had to start accepting the fact that he - cared about this child very much.
It took him longer than Lingxiao to figure it out.
He - wanted Chi Jiayan.
Whether it is a god, an elder, a brother, or a lover.
The author has something to say: Well, the god of death really doesn't jump around this time, you guys are dizzy.
It will start easy.