Heartbreaker

Chapter 118 2 Grasshoppers

【... How strange, people have to wander in the world...

...I want to live a miserable life, but I can't abandon the ups and downs along the way...

...and dare not think boldly...

...The future death is just waking up from a dream...]

When he does not know what he is, his consciousness is Chaos itself.The light and melancholy sound of the piano sounded, and the golden light was shining brightly, as if the entire dark world was shrouded in holy light.

A naked figure slowly walked out of the magnificent sea of ​​golden clouds, with blond hair shining brightly.The man was holding a lyre in his hand, and he looked like a teenager, looking at him with a face full of scars, showing a friendly and shy expression.

"Ro, I'm Lemon Sol."

****

The last flake fell, and he was awakened by the frozen snow covering his cheeks.

He blinked his hazy eyes, and looked around at the vast white wilderness and mountains.The sky was as dark and unclear as ever, and he stared at it, and suddenly saw a vortex of crystal clear light in the sky.

He stared at the vortex that was brighter than the dawn, and listened attentively, as if he heard the revival of all things, the lively laughter and laughter.

"You saw 'that' too?"

A cold voice sounded behind him.He froze for a moment, then turned around to see a dark figure sitting beside him, staring at him quietly.

He couldn't see the other person's face, and asked dazedly, "Are you..."

"Don't remember me?"

The man took off the hood, revealing a woman's face.The necromancer smiled slightly, stared at him with a complicated expression, and gently parted his rose-like red lips: "You have been asleep for a long time, I thought you would never wake up again."

He murmured: "I've been in a coma for a long time..." Then, he suddenly remembered something, and was about to get up immediately, and said in panic, "Lymon——Lymon?! Where is he? He's going to seek revenge on Elliott , I'm going to help him!"

The mage said flatly: "Lemon Bone Spur? He has abandoned you, do you still want to help him?"

"So what. I promised to accompany him forever and kill Elliott together. This is my own decision. No matter what he thinks of me or how much he hates me, I can't break my promise!"

He hastily shook off the snowflakes on his body, wrapped himself in a fleece robe, and suddenly let out a muffled groan.The bloody hole on the back that wasn't covered by dragon scales was still aching as soon as it was torn off.

"Wait, Ro."

The necromancer pressed his arm and said, "What if I told you that leaving it alone would be the best choice?"

He said in a daze, "What do you mean?"

"It means that if you go now, it won't help." The mage looked up at him, "but if you listen to me, I will guide you the best way."

He said cautiously: "Sorry, I can't just trust you like that."

The mage smiled slightly: "You have changed, Luo. You used to believe my words, but now you know that you doubt it. Was it influenced by the red-haired boy?"

He didn't want to answer, and ran towards the cliff with all his heart.Seeing his determination, the necromancer had no choice but to stand up and shout to the figure in the vast white snow: "Do you think it's wise to go your own way? Let me tell you, Luo, you have been kept in the dark, thinking that Lemon Bone Spur is Your master. You think you have his soul in you, you think you exist for him, and you owe your allegiance to him—"

"But in fact, the truth of the world may be just the opposite!"

Those few words made him stop involuntarily, and after an instant pause, the Necromancer had floated down beside him.

He turned his head and looked at the woman in front of him fixedly: "You said...'the truth of the world'?"

The necromancer pouted towards the sky: "Look, you saw that vortex too, that's the truth."

"Sit down, and I will tell you everything you know and what you don't know."

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On the 15th day of the irregular massacre in Wangcheng, Chichikov found me.

At that time, I was in high spirits, and almost took him as a bad luck ghost, and chopped him up with a knife.A scrawny old man is no reason for my mercy.It's just that when I saw that gray-blue eye that was said to be able to see into the "past", I couldn't help but put down the knife, and I had the idea of ​​letting the old man live for a few more days.

After all, it was an extremely risky decision to kill the dog Elliott. With one more person, he would be able to pull one more back before he died.If luck comes, it will be even better to be able to push the back of the back as a scapegoat.

The thought made me laugh hoarsely.

I said, "Didn't you get swallowed by the church's tumor? Why are you still alive?"

Chichikov said lightly: "When I was swallowed, I immediately ordered the raised worms to wrap my body, so as to avoid the corrosion of body fluids."

"Oh." I said casually, wrapped the machete in a cloth and carried it behind my back.

The old man glanced at it: "Your knife is quite sharp. It's the first time I've seen you use such a sharp knife."

I bared my teeth and said with a smile: "To kill a dog, you should use a sharp knife, lest he bark and bark."

Chichikov booked a room at the inn and brought the meal in, while I jumped in through the window and threw him a few gold coins to pay the bill.

I was biting an oily chicken leg, with my legs up on the table, and the hard heels and silver spurs of my boots made a loud noise on the oak table.The old man stared at me for a while and said, "So that's the case. I wonder why you are the only one left."

puff.I spit out the chicken bone, slapped it on the old man's face, and sneered at him.

"I advise you, old man, don't fucking try to spy on my past." I narrowed my eyes and said, "One more time, I'll take your brain out of your skull and crush it."

Chichikov's scorched face was covered with oil marks. Seeing my grinning face, he calmly chose not to annoy me, a lunatic, and sat cautiously on the other side of the table.

"Then let's not talk about the past, let's just talk about the future." He took a puff of smoke with his pipe in his mouth, "What do you plan to do about Elliott?"

"Then let me ask you first. You said that the dog has the eye that can see the 'future'." I picked my teeth casually, "What does the 'future' refer to? For example, if we formulate A plan to kill him. The so-called control of the 'future' means he knows our plan itself, or will he die in the end?"

Chichikov's gaze became deep: "It's the latter, the final result. Everyone's past remains the same, but the future is ever-changing. This is also the difference between my two eyes. The prying of the 'past' can vary greatly. It is exhaustive, but the peek into the 'future' will be affected by various factors, so it is impossible to get too many details."

"for example?"

"For example, your Vulture City." Chichikov said, "From the eyes, it should be doomed. However, unlike some idiots, Elliot will design other conditions to speed up the achievement of this result—just Like female undead and traitors. As for the desolation of the land in the north, and the natural disasters that lead to crop failures, it is an irresistible 'fate'."

I stared at the old man with a half-smile: "It sounds like the amount of information that the 'future' eye can get may not be as good as your current 'past' eye."

Chichikov was startled by the fierce light in my eyes!In the blink of an eye, I put the knife across his throat and said with a sneer, "Don't move, old man. If you don't want to be decapitated, just answer my question honestly."

The old man turned blue under the cold light, and he tried to calm down and said, "What are you doing, Lemon? We are grasshoppers on the same thread. If you have any questions, just ask me directly. Why use this method? "

"It's nothing, of course I know we're on the same side." I giggled, "I just want to tell you, don't play tricks with me, Chichikov. Even if you have that eye, I'd kill you just to spare Seconds."

The next moment, I sternly asked: "Be clear, who is Elliott! What relationship do you have with him?!"

The old man stared straight at me: "You doubt me."

I sneered: "That's right, I don't trust anyone now, let alone your non-existent intelligence, unless you give me credible evidence. I've had enough. Don't follow me with the set of 'love to listen or not' Theory, Chichikov, if you dare to twist your neck, I'll chop you up and feed it to the dogs!"

The old man swallowed, knowing I wasn't joking.At the moment of life and death, the old man who knew the current affairs immediately softened his bones, and said inhaling: "You... know that I am actually from Mogol?"

I sneered: "Oh?"

"There is a legend in the miracles of the Mogol tribe." The old man's panting became rougher, "Those who can possess both the 'past' and the 'future' can obtain eternal life..."

I said, "Elliot took one of your eyes back then, why didn't he take the other as well?"

He panted and said, "Did you think I would just sit and wait? Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, I still lost an eye..."

I stared at him, trying to see some flaws in that old face, and drew circles on the old man's neck like a teasing blade.Chichikov swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, and said in a hoarse voice, "I know what you're thinking now...you want to kill me and get my eye, right?"

I laugh out loud.This old man is smart enough to suit me at any time, let alone when my life is in my hands.Chichikov was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Then I can tell you, keeping me is more useful than killing me."

The old man has always been quick-witted, the more critical the situation is, the faster the solution will come.I smiled and gestured with the machete: "Tell me?"

He asked me back, "Do you think Elliott would care about my eye?"

I sneered coldly: "You mean, eyes that will bring him 'eternal life'?... Heh, how would I know, I'm not the roundworm in his stomach."

"He is the emperor of the empire now, the world is in his hands, and he is greedy for power. How can he not care about his life span?" Chichikov said, "Only by living a long time can he sit on the throne for a long time. Of course Elliott understands this Reasonable, otherwise the church would not be allowed to conduct research on undead without permission."

"..."

No doubt, this statement is very convincing, but I still don't let go of any possibility: "If you guess wrong, the only person he cares about is me?"

The old man snorted, "Aren't you confused by those nasty and sour poems? You are the only one in his heart? If Eliot can get to this position today, if he only thinks of you, then he is a cloaked Skinny bitch."

I nodded in satisfaction, and continued to press: "Then tell me, what can you do?"

"You tied me up, and at the same time sent a message to Elliott, saying that you would destroy my eyes." The old man's voice was terribly calm, "There is an [-]% chance that he will come, and when the time comes, we will trick him .”

I said coldly, "Is the possibility of him coming to the appointment only [-]%?"

"Don't forget, he can see the 'future'." The old man narrowed his eyes. "And, he can only see your future. I have the eyes of the 'past', and he can't see mine."

"What does that have to do with whether he comes to the appointment?"

"If he comes, it means that he has seen your current 'future' and feels that he has the chance to win, and you will be captured or killed by him." Chichikov said, "If he doesn't come, it means that he has seen the 'future'. If the future is not good for him, then we don't have to worry about it, we can just assassinate him directly."

It sounds reasonable, but there is a problem that has to be paid attention to.I forcefully asked: "It's ridiculous, if he comes, wouldn't I be defeated for sure?! This plan has a useless purpose!"

"You forgot, he can't see my future." The old man said with a chuckle, "Do you still remember when I said that I couldn't see the past of the 'undead'?"

I said wearily, "So what?"

"When I was locked in the Chaos Stone, the two eyes resonated and revealed some secrets to me." Chichikov said, "Lymon, if there is no Undead, you will lose your life twice. Once It was the lightning that fell from the sky when you ascended the throne in Vulture City, and another time, it was the cellar where Aiel hid you and the walls collapsed after the civil uprising in Vulture City."

He moistened his throat: "That is to say, the 'future' is not static. As long as factors invisible to the eyes play a role, the danger can be saved."

I almost believed his words, and said with a smirk: "It's not that I don't believe you, Chichikov. It's really rare that you like to hide in the dark when things happen, and you are a captive like this. "

Chichikov said coldly: "Life and death are at stake, what choice do I have? You don't have to worry that I will harm you, I told you, we are now grasshoppers on a thread. Chip, if I hurt you, Elliot can kill me more easily."

My laughter became more ferocious: "Maybe you are from Elliot's side."

"Hahaha..." The old man sneered, "If you had eyes that could see the future, would you choose someone who couldn't see the future as your confidant?"

The author has something to say: Ben, Ben Tuofei is here! _(:з」∠)_I said before that I would write all the content before posting, but I have sorted out the outline in the past two days and have written off the "hard bones". , I hope everyone understands what I said before, and it will be updated steadily in the future. . (However, it was posted in advance, so there should be no problem.. shivering)