What does human life mean to you?

Life is precious, cannot be copied or repeated. No one can only have the opportunity to survive once. This is life.

What? Did my answer not satisfy you?

And...no.

Life is so precious that it is natural for people to hold it in their hands and cherish it. Watching them live so hard and bringing their lives into a colorful way is a happy thing in itself.

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You……………, don’t seem to agree?

Because, I heard lies and saw lies. Is life really so precious to you that you can say such words?

Hahaha, I didn’t expect you to say such words. Now, you are full of magic... Haha, it’s really surprising.

Don’t speak? Or is your “fate” making you decide to reject this destined ending?

The ending is never destined. No matter at any time, there will be some way to change the ending.

Hoho, but, you can't do this.

Your control over fate is far from the level that allows you to change the ending.

At best, what you can change is only a process that is not worth mentioning, and the faint one can almost be seen as a process of painful struggle.

Who is the ultimate controller of that almost invisible "end"? Is it you? or me?

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Won't.

Looking into your eyes, I know that you can't change anything, everything you do is just the most powerless struggle. Looking at the useless efforts made by life when it is about to reach its end, just such powerless squirming can represent how incompetent you are. Just as you can't predict the end of the blood clan king, of course you can't change anything else.

Okay, come on. There is nothing in your power that can be called birth. Your existence is a kind of destruction. You can make this destruction more gorgeous, and make the moment when life disappears, so colorful. This is the power you should have.

What's wrong?

I did not admit defeat.

How could you not give in?

The so-called fate is not a fairy tale you have written. This story itself is not a fairy tale.

………Oh.

The ending of this story may not be as you expected, everything still has the opportunity to change.

Oh? So, do you want to try it? In the eternal era of gods and demons, you and me, "the warrior who changes destiny" and "the author of writing fairy tales", can finally draw a final talisman for this endless war of gods and demons, and decide who is the real winner?

If you are not afraid, I will naturally try it.

Fear? Cute little devil, will I be afraid of you? In human terms, I am your angel. Do you think I will be afraid of you? Haha, hehehehehehe.

Come on. Who is the final winner and whose theory is correct? Let's try it.

call.

The cold wind blows through the hair in front of you.

The rolled leaves on the ground fell into the ground after a circle of the air, mixed into the sewage and wet a piece.

The heat wave faded early.

In the sky, dark clouds were already covered with layers of layers, and the occasional cold wind blew over caused some changes in the dark clouds.

Ah,..., face.

The dark clouds turned into a human face. They frowned and tilted their mouths, as if they contained countless pains. They wanted to find someone to tell them, but couldn't say it.

"Do you know? Once upon a time, there was such a story in the wind blowing sand."

"What story?"

"Once upon a time, the wind blows the sand but it was not called the wind blows the sand. It was so long ago that people had never discovered the wind blows the sand. At that time, it was like now, surrounded by a desert that was extremely wide."

"Ah, that's it."

"No one can live through this desert. The harsh and storm and lack of food have made this place a real cemetery of death. The wind and sand at that time stood in the desert like this. I don't know that it has been hundreds of years, or even thousands of years. No, it may have been since the last era that no one has discovered it."

"Yes, it's really old. Here."

"But, this place was discovered after all. "Oh? Is the expedition team?"

"No, it's a group of robbers."

"A group of robbers who killed many people and committed many heinous crimes. They were chased by the Knights and fled into the desert."

"So that's the case. What happened later?"

"They fled all the way, avoiding the knights. Finally, with a sandstorm, the knights who were chasing were dead. They survived instead. Moreover, the sandstorm seemed to have cleared the road in front of them. From afar, they saw a huge rock building in the desert that looked like a bird's nest. And there became their safe haven."

"It's such a sad story. Then what?"

"The robbers are very happy because they were hunted by the knights because they kidnapped the princess of a certain country. They escorted the princesses to flee everywhere, and even had time to rest for one night. Now that the enemy is dead, they can naturally start celebrating.

"What an oaky story..."

"These robbers entered the bird's nest made of rocks. They found that it was not like the dry desert outside. Instead, it was a place where birds sing and fragrant. They were happy and decided to use it as their nest. After lying down comfortably and resting, they thought of the tied princess."

"The princess is so pitiful..." "Yes, very pitiful. But at this moment, something very amazing happened." "What's wrong? What happened?" "They found that their leader had long been dead during the escape. So whoever lets enjoy the princess first becomes something that can be fought for."

"then?"

"So, the robbers began to argue. No one could convince anyone, and no one could suppress anyone. After a night of argument, the robbers decided to lock the princess up first, and wait until the next day before deciding who would enjoy the princess first.,

"That's great, this story will turn around here, right?"

"Yes, a turning point happened." "What turning point? Who has come to save the princess, right?"

"Are you here to save the princess? I don't know. But, I waited for the next day." "Well, the next day..."

Bang.

Book, close.

Bread stuffed the book book in her hand back to the bookshelf, turned her head and looked at the two people stumbled over there. After glanced at them, she turned around and walked towards the main entrance of the library.

Leaving the library, the face of the sky makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

It was a yellow-brown sky, as if something was rolling in it, slowly moving from a distance.

The speed is very slow... maybe.

Looking at the hurried pedestrians on the street, no one would believe that anything they said was, it would be a slow moving storm.

Very violent.

Moreover, it seems to be a very powerful sandstorm.

Bread exhaled, raised his footsteps, and continued to walk forward. In front of her, a man had already stood there waiting for her.

“White, white,.

Black hair, black eyes.

He was wearing a simple cloth robe and his right arm was wrapped in layers of black iron chains.

The idiot raised his head and looked at the unpredictable sky. After hearing his daughter's cry, he turned around and glanced at the bread coldly.

"Let's go."

There was no too much speech, nor more communication.

The idiot and bread walked shoulder to shoulder, and began to walk towards the exit of the Lake Park.

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On the Hulahula street, except for a few pedestrians, everyone else was urged by this violent wind and hid in the buildings.

A storm wrapped in yellow sand fell from the sky, rolled up the dust on the ground, then hovered up, and returned to the sky.

The pace seems a bit difficult.

Unlike the idiot's unwavering determination, bread's steps seemed to start to appear a little slow, and the wind and sand hit the skin, causing a pain like a knife cutting.

A strong wind blew across her skirt, making her scream softly, stood up and covered her skirt.

The idiot in front heard the voice of his daughter behind him, turned his head and glanced at the bread. Then, he continued to walk forward.

"How is it checked?"

After a long time, the idiot who has not spoken for a long time finally opened up...

Bread patted her skirt, tried hard to keep up with the idiot, and laughed. She pulled out the writing board, wrote a line of words, raised it, and placed it in front of the idiot.

"The sandstorm every thirty years is the biggest storm facing the entire wind and sand. It is said that this storm will last for two to three months in a row, which is the main reason why this city is called "Shanstorm."

The idiot nodded, raised his head again, and looked into the sky.

The yellow-brown clouds in the sky hovered together, sometimes forming a human face, sometimes changing into various things. They looked like some kind of inexplicable monster hiding above the clouds.

It lasted for two or three months...
To be continued...