This witch, please stay

Chapter 31 Are You Stupid

The two fragile little hands are unconsciously grabbing and releasing outside the shriveled and skinny chest, as if they are looking for feeding from their mother, looking cute and pitiful.

After the two babies' little hands pierced the old man's chest, his aura, which was already exhausted like a bottomless well, suddenly weakened and became as thin as a thread.

The old man's wrinkled face quickly turned white with the continuous movement of those small hands, and it became pale in a few moments. Paleness and dark red mixed on the old man's face, outlining a wave that seemed to come from In the gloom and silence of hell.

Those white, tender and lovely little hands suddenly pushed out of the chest again, and two elbows pierced through, and then there was almost no pause. With the elbows, the bendable forearm quickly bent inward, small and white A pair of small hands pressed on the dry chest between the two arms.

With a "hissing" sound, the old man's chest was torn open.

A ravine that looked like an abyss opened from the old man's chest, but not a single drop of bright red blood flowed out. From the wide-open chest, a baby with a snow-white body but no head slowly leaned out, surrounded by divine light, as if The Son of God who descended into the world.

Everything seems to have never stopped in the flowing water of time, never ending.

However, when the baby who had no head but gave the impression that he was laughing eerily pushed his hands to the sides, trying to get out of the withered and decayed body in one fell swoop, the baby who seemed to be only one step away The old man who turned into fly ash and melted into the soil like those seeds had a ferocious expression on his face. He grabbed the baby's small hand with one hand, and then sank violently, tearing the snow-white headless baby into pieces. Left and right halves.

The old man seemed to have exhausted his last ounce of energy after returning to the light, and fell softly into the blood puddle again. His pale and messy hair was stuck together by the crimson blood, and his face The blood on his upper lip, as well as the fierce expression frozen on his face, together formed a gloomy picture of Shura.

After the snow-white headless baby was torn in half by the old man, he reacted belatedly, and made an unbelievable childish sound from nowhere. As long as he listened to it, he seemed to be able to see it. A baby's face full of surprise and fear.

"You, you, are you crazy!"

However, after such an endless sentence, the snow-white baby quickly disintegrated from the gap that tore him apart, and turned into a little bit of snow-white silver light, which just shone in the endless darkness. After a few clicks, it disappeared.

In fact, it was the old man himself whose cloudy eyes were rapidly disintegrating, and he didn't know why he did this, let alone what the baby that pierced out of his chest was.

But he just did it, as if there was no reason, but his heart was still beating, as if there was such an impulse, as if this impulse had been suppressed by him for countless years.

he thought so.

But it was not because of the gloomy venting in this boundless darkness, not "tearing something" for the sake of "tearing something", he felt that the newborn baby in his chest was full of vigor and vitality , will have a future that is not what he wants most, but it is not bad.

But he wanted to end something, to start something, not to repeat everything he hated again and again.

So at the end of life, he ends the beginning of another life.

Then, in front of his rapidly blurred eyes, the seemingly unchanging pitch black finally changed a bit. There was a girl with long snow-white hair fluttering to her waist, an exquisite face, so beautiful that she didn't seem to come from the world, wearing a long snow-white dress. , walking slowly from the farthest point of his sight, a pair of smooth bare feet exuding snow-white fluorescent light, contrasting with the hem of the long skirt of the same color, undulating with each other, every time it lands, there will always be a In the dark void, a blue snow lotus that looked like ice crystals emerged, supporting the snow-white bare feet.

As the girl approached slowly, Xun Ming, who was already old and smoldering, everything in front of him became blurred little by little. Seeing the whiteness gradually enlarged in the endless darkness in front of him, he As if having a premonition of something, in a trance, he wanted to try his best to force his spirit, even if he wanted to take a look at it before he died, but in the end, his manpower was exhausted, and he couldn't ask for it.

The vision became more and more blurred, and the boundless darkness around him penetrated from the border of his vision to the center like ink, as if there were countless small black insects, constantly eating away the last bit of vision in his eyes.

The mind was like a spring that had finally dried up. Xun Ming felt that in his open chest, the heart that was dying like him gradually slowed down, and finally stopped beating, and returned to death. The dizziness suddenly became strong, which made Xun Ming feel The last bit of whiteness also became wobbly, as if it would disappear in the next moment and merge into the darkness.

At the end of his life, his dry lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he still didn't say anything, not even the slightest sound.

Just when his last ray of divine light was about to be completely extinguished, he heard a woman's voice that was cold but obviously complicated at this moment:

"Are you stupid?"

After hearing this unfamiliar, but extremely familiar voice, the old figure that seemed to be turning into dry bones in the next moment erupted with a strong aura, and the blood-stained , Even the wrinkles were pale on the old face, grinning an incomparably carefree smile, in that wanton laughter, the old age on Xun Ming's body faded like the tide, as if the time flowed backwards, let him In a few moments, he changed back to that happy and unrestrained young man facing the wind in the jade tree.

At this moment, in his mind, there are no questions about where he is, why he is here, and who is the voice of the woman next to his ear.

Some have only one simple idea:

"Her voice is still so nice."

I don't know if I noticed the thoughts in the heart of the fool who was lying on the ground laughing non-stop, just when Xun Ming was standing upright with a carp and wanted to hug that beautiful girl unexpectedly, a cold slap was cold The ground fell on his face, causing his eyeballs to roll up obliquely, and the eyelids that were about to open just opened halfway, then obediently closed again.

The body that had just straightened up fell down softly again, one second he was still smiling like a fool, and the next second Xun Ming fell into a deep sleep like a baby.

Shaking her wrist lightly, the beautiful girl in the white dress raised her eyebrows slightly, but in the end she suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, turned around and disappeared into the white dress that was like flying snow .

As the white-haired and white-dressed girl turned and disappeared, cracks slowly appeared in the endless darkness that seemed to remain unchanged from ancient times, and finally shattered.

……

Late at night, in an unnamed small inn in Longkou City, a young man in white who had been unconscious for a long time suddenly laughed and stood up from the bed.

(End of this chapter)