I Was Once a Legend

Wangque’s crying hands and feet were numb. In the impression, even the day when Tan Qiuyu destroyed the Central American School Examination, she didn’t cry as she is now.

Allen's desperate, tearful eyes lingered in her mind. The feeling of the parasite had disappeared completely with Allen's cliff, but the disgusting feeling remained in her heart.

She will never forget.

"It's all me, it's all me too useless..." Wangque whimpered, "If, if I could master the ability earlier, I would have found bugs on him before he was parasitized, then No, no..."

She couldn't talk anymore, the monstrous guilt and grief turned into abandonment at this moment, she abandoned her useless self, this is clearly a box that she entered specifically for her exercise, she has the ability of Lingyinling, she should have Even more to reduce a lot of trouble for everyone, how... How can I lose Allen?

Dong Linhai had already held back the tears and whispered: "No one will blame you, you have done a good job."

"No! It's not good enough at all!" Wangque suddenly raised his tone. You have done well enough. This sentence has been told by countless people. At that time, she was a genius student. Praise, but now?

She doesn't deserve it at all!

The snow was falling down, Dong Linhai still had blood on Alan's broken arm, he shook his head and gave Wangque a hug.

This has nothing to do with the youth's buoyant feelings, just out of comfort for the companions.

Wangque also hugged his back, which was already wide enough, almost to slip into his protective clothing, tears fell down, and he couldn't say a word.

The white cat appeared beside her, Victor witnessed everything in Dong Linhai's summoning beast space, but at that time, he was helpless and could only watch the tragedy.

"Don't cry anymore, it's not good to cry your eyes." Victor comforted in a low voice. "After death, the pilgrim can choose to become a prisoner or npc. After understanding the nature of the prisoner, Alan will probably become npc, we should look forward to seeing him in another box one day."

Seeing that Victor's eyes were wet with sad emotions in it, he was calm and asked, "Uncle, are you... are you sad?"

"I've seen the deaths of countless people, and each of us will eventually die, don't we?" Victor replied softly. "If you see a lot, you will see it."

He paused and asked rhetorically: "When dying in the real world, when you come here, have you ever experienced such a crash?"

Wangque was silent for a moment and shook her head. At that time, she hadn't recovered from the fear of being pushed down to the roof by Tan Qiuyu, she was led by the clown to join the novice box.

Later, she found a place to live alone, and began to think about how to live in the pure white realm.

It was only when the night was quiet that she remembered her parents and friends. She did not have time to say a farewell, and left them in such a hurry.

But what haunts my heart is more unwilling, missing and lonely.

The sorrow brought by death is only left to the people who were left behind by the dead.

"Don't cry, be ready to go." Victor gently touched Wangque's cheek with his forehead. "Allen wants us to live, then we must live up to his expectations."

Wangque nodded and gradually stopped her tears. She sobbed uncontrollably, stood up under Dong Linhai’s help, turned the corner, and saw Cui Zuojing, Dong Zheng, and Lin Hangzhi In the place where Alan fell.

She opened her mouth and saw that she didn't mean to blame her, and bit her lower lip hard.

"Let's go." Cui Zuojing took a deep breath. He looked at Dong Zheng, who was blushing. He didn't let him tell the story in detail.

It was extremely silent along the way, only everyone's breath and the whimper's weak weeping in the communication channel, Allen's protective clothing was unfastened, and no voice belonging to him could be heard in the channel.

There is no way to know how he is now.

Cui Zuojing was at the forefront, and everyone except him was in poor condition, so he took the initiative to lead the way.

Allen’s right arm was thrown into the cliff after Cui Zuojing obtained everyone’s consent. They could not take it away. Instead of letting it become food for the bugs in this snow, it was better to let it back Allen's side, at least...remained a whole body.

Step by step, they left the cliff stained with blood and marched towards the distance.

"His..."

Severe pain burst out of all the limbs and limbs and spread faithfully into the brain. Normal people suffer from such pain. The body will fall into a coma out of self-protection, but Allen is still fully awake.

He can clearly feel that the bug is in the back of his head, gradually controlling his brain. This control will be a complete control. He will become the walking dead of the parasite, and the corpse may also become its breeding offspring. Hotbed.

Allen didn't want that.

But even if he was unwilling in his heart, he was helpless now. After falling from such a high cliff, he had broken countless places in his body, blood was everywhere, and there were no more cuts in the amputated arm. Blood bleeds out.

The rapid blood loss and the low temperature environment made Allen feel that he was going to be a popsicle. He lay on the ground and stared straight up. There was a glacial slit in the valley, probably formed by crustal movement, only two or three meters. Wide, he happened to fall inside.

When the dagger fell to the cliff, I didn't know where it fell. If there is a weapon around, even if I try my best, Alan will point it at his head and make a self-determination.

It's too painful.

He saw the figure of the red giant worm appearing at the end of his line of sight. The worm was near this slit.

After wandering for a while, the worm had to fly away.

Dong Zheng, they should be fine.

Alan silently thought that he could not control his thinking well in the pain. He remembered Dong Zheng in the labyrinth of time for a while, struggling to save him from the sweat on the forehead of the quantum caterpillar, and remembered the teenager The golden time on Californian beaches reminded me of Fengjian Huili with a shy smile.

These scenes gradually overlapped and staged before him.

At this moment, he heard a small noise.

His reaction was already sluggish, and when he realized that the approaching voice was the footsteps, the voice was very close.

Someone is coming?

Allen tried to turn around hard, but he couldn't do it at all.

He lifted him with both hands and leaned his broken body against the wall made of ice, thick and powerful.

His eyes moved with the movement of his body. The blond-eyed man appeared in front of him. He had some familiar face. Allen thought for a while with his already damaged brain, and suddenly realized that this was seen on Twilight Island. people.

Domingo.

Why is he here?

There was a deep scar on Domingo's left cheek, which was scratched all the way to the roots of his ears. The red flesh turned out and no longer bleeds. He did not wear protective clothes and a thick winter coat.

"Be patient." Domingo knelt next to Allen on one knee, pulling his head in one hand to make him bow his head and pull out the dagger in one hand.

Domingo glanced at the bulge on Allen's back, slammed it on the top, and then picked up the tip of the knife, directly poking at the parasite that had halfway into Allen's brain.

He slowly picked out the worms. The worms were bigger than when they were called out by the tits. His body was scary black and red because he was full of blood.

There are still some white brain tissues hanging on its long feet. Domingo threw the worm on the ground. When it turned over and tried to escape, it stepped on it.

The blood exploded from under the military boots, as if crushing a bulging blood bag.

Domingo grinded hard a few times to make sure that the bug was dead enough to let go of the foot, then let go of his foot and squatted down again and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

At the moment when the bug was away, Allen blinked slowly. He was finally able to move again. To be honest, he didn’t feel how painful he was just now. He was numb. There is no feeling.

He opened his mouth and could hardly make a sound: "...Who are you?"

Domingo looked at him fixedly for a while, and said, "My name is Domingo."

"Who are you?" Allen asked again.

He wanted to ask how the man in front of him found him, and why he had to help him remove the bugs, but for such a long time, he was no longer able to say it.

Domingo didn't answer. He checked Allen's broken arm. The wound was already frozen. In this case, even the bear with a broken heart was powerless. The bear needed a clean wound to create a new limb.

Domingo slowly released his hand. Tears flashed through his eyes. The man closed his eyes hard and whispered: "Sorry, I... still can't save you."

Allen shook his head, breathing hard, almost unable to feel his body anymore.

He no longer asked who Domingo really was. By now, Allen had a speculation in his mind.

Since Domingo was unwilling to say, there must be his concerns.

Allen's lips and blood swelled up a little bit, and he looked at the man in front of him, and asked with difficulty: "I... still have the opportunity to choose to be a prisoner or npc... right?"

"Yes, death is not the end of life."

Allen's eyes began to loosen, and the parasite had eventually destroyed his brain tissue.

"If...if I become an npc, I will...remember them?"

"Kether will wash away all your memories, but you have to believe that even if you forget everything, they will still remember."

Allen's lips raised a slight, almost invisible arc, bleeding from his ears and nostrils, and the pupil in the center of his blue eyes gradually spread.

"thank……"

The sentence "Thank you", after all, was still unable to speak out completely.

Domingo knelt there motionlessly, holding Allen's intact hand, not feeling the temperature of the human body.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and raised his hand to close Allen's eyelids.

Domingo stood up, and the wound made by Tang Ji on his thigh was still bleeding, soaking his black pants.

He ignored it, and took out a yellow rune paper from his pocket, and painted complicated patterns with cinnabar.

Domingo organized Allen's body, combed his messy red hair, and laid him flat in the snow.

The holy snow is set against red blood, like a mandala flower blooming.

He stepped back and threw the rune paper beside Allen.

The flame rises and wraps everything warmly.