Fashen live room

Chapter 15

The sky is red, there are no clouds, but a sea of ​​fire, the flames are constantly tumbling, as thick as sea water, and some of the stickiest places can't hang directly, and the flames are dripping from the sky.These flames don't look big from the ground, but when they fall to the ground, they realize that each spark is as big as a castle. The heat wave is overwhelming, and it seems to evaporate the water in your body before it gets close.

In addition to the sea of ​​fire, there is also thunder and lightning.

Every time, accompanied by deafening and frightening roars, there will be a thick thunderbolt splitting down from the sky in the sea of ​​fire, piercing through the sea of ​​fire and tearing the flames, like an angry electric snake, but this is only a moment, a few breaths Afterwards, the electric snake will dissipate, and the sky will once again be plunged into a sea of ​​flames.

The air was filled with a pungent smell, like sulfur, and at the same time, the strong wind was blowing and howling, and it took this smell away in a short while, but brought another disgusting stench.

Underfoot, the ground is shaking and cracking, tearing apart one by one cracks; beside you, soldiers in armor are roaring with all their strength; not far away, houses are collapsing in pieces, and dust is filling the sky; in the sky, people dressed in various colors People in robes are flying, and people keep falling down with painful cries...

This is a dream that Norman has often had since he was a child.

Unlike dreaming at other times, Norman's feeling is very clear whenever he has this dream, and the memory will not dissipate even after waking up, and the dreaming process is also different from other dreams.

In other dreams, for example, when dreaming of eating black bread, Norman interacts with other people in the dream. They can hear him and communicate with him, but in this dream, those in the dream People didn't seem to see him, they ignored him even when he yelled, and when Norman tried to stop them, they even went straight through his body.

He is like a soul wandering outside this world, wandering in it alone, experiencing the scene of this disaster over and over again, from childhood to adulthood.

But in this dream, there is one exception.

It was a little girl.

Norman met her many times when he was running around in his dreams, he could see her and she could see him, but they never spoke.

There were many voices in the dream, the beeping sound of the sea of ​​fire in the sky, the strange roar of unknown animals from a distance, the shouts of armored soldiers, the screams of flying men in robes falling from the sky... But Norman couldn't speak in it. .

He couldn't make a sound even with all his strength, and the little girl was obviously the same, so even though they had met many times in their dreams, they could only look at each other every time, and never said a word.

They are like two lonely souls, watching each other silently again and again, watching each other grow up little by little, and then pass each other again and again.

Norman remembers that he had this dream frequently when he was a child, but as he got older, it became less and less common.And the last time I had this dream was nearly a year ago, before Old Norman died.

Norman still remembered that in that last dream, the little girl had grown into a big girl, and he still remembered her appearance.

It was the woman who fell from the sky in front of him.

The evening wind seems to have stopped, the moonlight has also softened, and everything is silent, except for the sound of insects.

"Hiccup~"

Norman stared straight at the woman, and couldn't help hiccupping.

He was still holding the wine glass with his right hand, but the rim of the glass had been tipped over, the ale was gurgling out of it, dripping on the ground, and dissolving into a small puddle, but he didn't notice it.

The woman was also watching Norman quietly, the robe was hanging down her body, covering her graceful body.

The moonlight came from her side and back, sprinkled on her side face, but was reflected back by her white skin.Half white and half dark, her eyes were shining like stars, as if there was a stream of light turning, her pulse was speechless.

If you look carefully, there are still mud and blood stains on her white robe, and there seems to be a faint smell of blood coming from Norman's nose, like the most effective aphrodisiac.

The fingers of Norman's left hand hooked unconsciously.

Then his left hand was raised slowly.

Just like the scene when they met in dreams countless times, he slowly raised his hand to a position high on the woman's face.

Still one step away.

Norman took a step forward.

Then, his hand fell on the woman's face, and gently pinched the half of her cheek that was in the dark, pinching a small piece of flesh.

The warm touch came clearly from the fingertips, which was unbelievably real.

It's not a dream, it's real.

Norman grinned and smirked.

In the countless dream encounters in the past, he reached out his hand countless times to touch her, but his hand passed through her body time and time again, and failed again and again.

And now, he finally did it.

He finally touched her.

The regrets of more than ten years, the obsession in the heart, and the sense of identity as the same kind are all satisfied at this moment, and life seems to be complete.Mage, nobles, these things that have been entrenched in Norman's mind have all left his mind for a while.

At this moment, he only has the joy of fulfilling his long-cherished wish...

This woman is very quiet, this is the information that Norman has learned in more than ten years of dream encounters.

Every time she reached out to try to touch her, she just stood there quietly, allowing herself to make various attempts, doing nothing, just watching herself quietly, and then waiting until Norman came again and again. After a meaningless attempt, he becomes decadent, gives up, confronts silently, and finally passes by.

She was very quiet, which had become the entire impression in Norman's mind of this unknown woman.

So when his cheeks tightened slightly and his flesh was pinched, Norman's eyes widened instantly.

"Clang"

Norman lost his grip on his right hand, and the wine glass fell to the ground. After turning twice, it rolled to the side and stopped when it hit the wall.

Norman looked at her in surprise, watching her reach out a hand, landed on his face, and gently pinched his cheek, just like he was doing now.

With this movement of hers, the robe slipped off her arm, revealing her snow-white and slender arms, which she only grasped.

Facing Norman's gaze, this woman who was always quiet in Norman's memory and had never even seen an expression, the corners of her mouth slightly raised at this moment.

Like a little weasel who stole a chicken.

(End of this chapter)