Stop, I'm about to become a boss!

Chapter 154

It is often said that the meaning of a person's life is the memories that flash before his eyes before he dies.

But the strange thing is that when Linton before the coma watched the falling rocks fall towards him, nothing flashed in front of his eyes.

Could it be that there is nothing worthy of deep memory in my life?

Or should I die?
This was Linton's last thought before losing consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, he vaguely heard someone calling him.

"Little apprentice, little apprentice"

this sound is
"Teacher" Linton raised his heavy eyelids slightly.

Miss Wei Na's slightly transparent slender palm appeared in front of his eyes and shook slightly: "I'm here, how do you feel now?"

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Linton didn't answer. He closed his eyes again and raised his spirit to feel his physical condition carefully.

In fact, he didn't have any physical injuries at all, but he was mentally exhausted due to overdraft of magic power. It was a bit like the feeling of ordinary people surfing the Internet all night without rest after running ten kilometers. His heart and head were twitching, but there was not much pain. , I just want to sleep well.

However, this feeling was quickly relieved temporarily with the infusion of a somewhat familiar magic power.

"Now?" Miss Witch asked softly.

"It's much better." This time Linton opened his eyes, which was obviously much easier.

It often only takes a scoop of clean water to rejuvenate a dry well whose source has been cut off.

Linton is now the dry well, and the source of the clean water is no need to think about it.

Thanking Teacher Wei Na softly, Linton raised his eyes and looked around.

They were surrounded by falling rocks and soil, which piled up on top of each other, forming a small cavity that could accommodate about two adults. However, looking at the stacked rocks that clearly conformed to the formula of mechanics, it was impossible to explain it only by "luck" Clearly.

Linton stared at the illusory girl in front of him.

The place they are now is in the ground at an unknown depth, and it is impossible for any light to penetrate through the thick soil layer. The reason why he can see the surrounding situation clearly is because Wei Na's translucent figure is blooming slightly. With a gentle glow, like a real ghost.

However, no matter if such a beautiful ghost appears in anyone's dream, it should be a rare dream in a lifetime, right?
After calming down, Linton asked, "Teacher, did you do this?"

"Don't forget who I am." Wei Na pursed her lips and smiled, "Although I don't have much combat power now, I can't help you, but I can easily change the point where the stone falls. .”

Linton was silent for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Easy?"

Wei Na blinked and nodded.

Linton smiled bitterly and said: "Teacher, I am a magician just like you, so can you tell me how to change so many stones in a space with almost no magic power and without using magic?" Is it where?"

"There are still too few things you have learned." Miss Witch said with a light smile, "When magicians cast large-scale magic, they basically need to request the magic power of the external space to form it, because this can reduce their own consumption, but if Without the magic in the main body to build the channel, it is impossible to link with the magic power of the outside world."

"My current existence is pure, a spiritual body composed entirely of magic power, so with my current control over magic power and the amount I hold, even if I don't cast magic, I can change objects through my own magic power stack Falling path."

"All in all, it does fall into the 'easy' category for me."

After the words fell, Miss Wei Na narrowed her eyes with a smile, and raised her head slightly inadvertently, like a proud and elegant white swan.

"Oh~" Linton elongated his tone as if he had realized something, and then changed the topic, "So teacher, can you tell me how much magic power is needed to achieve the current situation, and how long it will take to make up for it?"

The white swan suddenly couldn't keep raising its head, and its eyes gradually became a little erratic.

"Yes, yes," she explained bravely, "although it will take a while, it will be a matter of time."

Her explanation went unanswered.

In the empty space, fell into a long silence.

After a long time, Linton muttered softly what only he called her.

"teacher."

"Huh?" Wei Na raised her head.

Linton didn't look at her and said to himself: "I was able to find your garden and successfully wake you up because we collected information about you from many places."

"But after collecting this information and knowing your thoughts when you first became a witch, an idea suddenly appeared in my heart."

He raised his head and stared into the witch's black eyes.

"In people's literary creation, they always like to use tragedy to express the depth, saying that the core of comedy is tragedy, saying that tragedy will deepen a person's image of the character or thing, saying that only the incomplete beauty is more worth making People will remember."

"But I don't like tragedies."

Linton's voice seemed flat, but Wei Na still heard a little trill from it.

She was silent, and continued to listen to the little apprentice's narration.

"I think comedy should make people laugh out loud, without the director's shitty personal perception; tragedy may be a necessary part of life, but it doesn't have to be tragedy to make people remember others; incomplete The beauty of it is a fucking joke, the incomplete thing is not beautiful at all, it's just author Sima's Wenqing sickness attack and disgusting people!!"

His voice could no longer maintain calmness, and his words gradually became irritable, but the sadness trembling in his eyes was like a lonely person who was homeless and had nowhere to go on a rainy night.

"Live, teacher."

"No one will remember the dead forever, only to live, to live forever, to live with gritted teeth, to live the most amazing appearance, to live like the light from the sun."

"Only in this way can others remember it!"

"Do you understand?" he asked tremblingly.

"I"

Wei Na only said one word, and she couldn't make up a complete sentence.

She kind of wants to cry.

Crying is a natural instinct of the human race, an instinct that no one can take away, but she can't cry.

She is a spirit body, no body, no organs, no tears.

She couldn't cry, so she just put her arms around Linton, put his head in her arms, and responded with the same trill.

"I know, I know, I know"

The girl's voice echoed in the cramped space for a long, long time, until many years later, she still remembered the man's pleading with tears in her mind from time to time.

At that time, she occasionally thought about what the future would be like if she insisted on going her own way and provided him with all the magic power to maintain the existence of the spirit body, so that he could persist in the ground where the magic power was burned by the red lotus flame until rescue came.

But her fantasies have never stopped here, and they can't go on.

At this time, the man would come out from behind her, wrap his arms around her waist, put his head on her shoulders, sniff the long hair soaked in the fragrance of roses and whisper.

"If there is no one to listen to the story, then the story is told wonderfully, and the world is perfectly fabricated, what's the point?"

At this time, she would turn her head and look at those eyes that even the stars couldn't help but fall into them.

Witches are the darlings of magic, they will not be imprisoned by anything, no matter how strong the prison is, they will break through, no matter how lonely the prison is, they will escape, no matter how confused the desert is, they can find their way.

There is only one exception.

—the person she loved deeply.

(End of this chapter)