Ark, they don't revolve around you

Outside the house, the screaming sounds gradually disappeared, and it seemed that the man had left.

Xi An calmed down, looked at her mother, and asked impatiently: "Mom, when are we leaving here?"

"When..." The woman smiled gently, "Tomorrow."

The firelight shone through the oil paper, casting the shadow of the woman, not in human form, but in the shape of a twisted dragon.

The dragon's eyes shone with twisted vermilion, carrying infinite expectations for the future.

……

……

The storyteller "Zhuang Ning" dragged himself back in a miserable state.

This time Zhuang Ning did not let him go, but stood in front of him.

He observed the man, who was dressed in a green robe, unkempt and haggard.

Zhuang Ning's face was filled with a friendly smile: "Let's chat."

"Ok?"

The storyteller Zhuang Ning seemed very alert: "Who are you?"

"Didn't you see me yesterday? I was watching you the whole time." Zhuang Ning said calmly. He knew that he was an alien in this world, and he didn't try to hide it. "I'm very interested in you, Zhuang Ning."

"I'm interested in you. I'm just a storyteller."

"No." Zhuang Ning sighed, "Then why do you always say you want to protect Xi? What does protecting Xi have to do with you?"

"What does that have to do with you? Why should I tell you?" The storyteller looked at him warily, unable to hide the suspicion in his eyes.

"What does it matter..."

Zhuang Ning lowered his head and shook it as if he was amused. "Yes, but I can't tell you."

"Then I can't tell you! Goodbye!" Storyteller Zhuang Ning wanted to bypass this strange man in a black coat who didn't look like a good person at first glance.

A hand rested on his shoulder.

He turned his head subconsciously, and his pupils were reflected in his gradually enlarging palm.

A second later, his palm came into close contact with his cheek. The perfect force started from his feet and then rotated back to transmit the force to his hands.

Simply put, this is a big one.

The storyteller Zhuang Ning flew backwards, his already embarrassed face became even more embarrassed. He looked in disbelief at this guy who started beating people up over a disagreement.

"what you do?!"

"If you don't tell me, I can only use some special methods to make you submit."

Under the hood, Zhuang Ning's face showed a perverted smile. Not only did he not object to beating himself, he also felt...good from the inside out.

It’s like going back in time and teaching my younger self a lesson!

This kind of pleasure is so refreshing that even Zhuang Ning, who claims to be mature and has a heart of stone, can feel his heart fluttering.

But in the eyes of storyteller Zhuang Ning, this is a very dangerous signal.

He had just been severely ravaged by Mo Liang and didn't want to incur new injuries, so he shrank back and asked nervously, "What do you want to ask me?"

Zhuang Ning asked without hesitation: "With your background, why do you say Xi's experience is fake?"

"My origins? I've said it many times. I'm just a storyteller. I was one in the past and I will be one in the future." Storyteller "Zhuang Ning" said angrily.

He originally wanted to show toughness, but looking at the evil eyes of this hooded man of unknown origin, he finally shrank his neck.

A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses.

Zhuang Ning found it very interesting. Now he was sure that this person was created by Xi.

"Why do you say Xi's experience is fake?" Zhuang Ning sneered.

The storyteller protested: "You are eavesdropping, aren't you afraid that I will tell the authorities?"

"You can go." Zhuang Ning crackled his fists.

Sometimes, violence is the best passport.

The storyteller coughed and put on a gentle smile: "Xi's experience must be fake. I have seen her describe rivers and lakes. Her strokes reach the sky and make people mesmerized!"

"that's it?"

"if not?"

Zhuang Ning frowned: "Then why do you want to protect her? She treated you like that."

The storyteller Zhuang Ning was also silent for a long time. He held his chest and said softly, "I just wanted to do it."

"Just want to do it?" Zhuang Ning repeated the word.

He didn't even react, but had already thrown a punch, hitting the storyteller in the face.

Blood spurted out.

The storyteller spat out a large mouthful of blood and looked in astonishment as Zhuang Ning walked in. The man straddled him and then leaned over.

Through the masks, their eyes met each other, and Zhuang Ning could not control the madness that permeated his body and mind.

"No," he murmured, "You're just a prop, a tool."

One punch.

The storyteller "Zhuang Ning" wailed but did not beg for mercy.

"What's your look?"

"What are your tears?"

"What is your grievance?"

Two punches, three punches, four punches... this weak guy was almost beaten to the point where he was unrecognizable as a human.

But the abuser Zhuang Ning still had a faint smile on his face, as if he was looking down on me: "Are you still me? No, you are just a puppet."

"But why do you, a puppet, have to have such a face? Do you have to disgust me on purpose?"

"I don't know." The storyteller with a bloody head said weakly, "I only know that I have to protect her."

"waste."

Zhuang Ning lifted the man by the collar and he admitted that he was on the verge of losing control.

How can a puppet be so self-righteous...

Still so dazzling.

He suddenly became bored and stood up quietly. He kicked the storyteller Zhuang Ning coldly.

"It's up to you, but no one else will appreciate your kindness."

A voice came from the darkness.

It was a very low voice, and the storyteller murmured to himself: "I just wanted to do this."

Zhuang Ning stopped.

"Xi will move out tomorrow." He said finally, turning away without looking back.

……

……

"Have you packed everything?" came the mother's voice.

Xi put down the suitcase and looked at the snow scene outside the hollow window for the last time.

She nodded, picked up the box with both hands, and was filled with joy, as if from that moment on she was completely liberated and no longer had to go through those horrible things.

It was not yet dark and the mother smiled slightly.

"Mom, don't you have anything to bring?"

"That's not necessary." She shrugged.

I pushed open the door, the snow was cold, and the storyteller Zhuang Ning was there, his face was full of wounds, but he didn't speak for a long time.

Xi was furious: "Why are you here again?!"

"I'm here to stop you."

At this point, the storyteller Zhuang Ning spread his hands and murmured almost pleadingly: "Don't walk into that dark night, Xi."

"Get lost!" Xi didn't expect that he would roar like this, "Get lost!"

The mother thought: "Do you want Him to go away?"

"Correct!"

"Okay then." The woman walked in little by little, holding a knife in her hand, cutting beautiful straight lines on the snow.

"Mom?" Xi was stunned.

Before she could react, the woman had already grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands.

There was a flash of silver light.

A piercing sound echoed, and Zhuang Ning was cut in half. His upper body fell neatly to the ground, and his internal organs and lungs fell to the ground.

The storyteller Zhuang Ning still had an expression of disbelief on his face: "Impossible."

"Are you wondering how I could do anything to you?" The woman smiled. "It's simple. You're too weak. I didn't do anything because I simply didn't want to."

"It was fun watching my daughter and you put on a show there, but it all has to end."

The woman... who was 18 years old, turned around, her white clothes stained with blood, and she was as beautiful as a flower.

"Let's go, Xi."

Xi was shaken. She looked at her mother, so strange.

The woman moved forward gently, and with every step she took, darkness followed, swallowing up a little bit of the light.

“Come with me.” The woman exhaled again, “Let’s get out of here.”

Xi was stunned, feeling something was wrong. The man who was broken into two pieces was still struggling, dragging his body and roaring: "Don't be stubborn."

"Wake up, Xi!"

wake up.

She seemed to have heard that voice before.

Waking up... Xi's heart was beating like a drum, and she suddenly felt very sad. Why, a disgusting person was cut into two, how could she not be sad?

but.

Was there ever a time when he begged you like this?

Xi had a splitting headache and knelt on the ground. The seed that Sui had planted for her made a sound of breaking.

She remembered, yes, that person was right, she was Xi, the painter who could make clouds appear with a wave of her hand, she should not sink into this darkness!

But so what?

She let the last hope die with her own hands, and betrayed his trust again, again, and again!

Xi slowly looked at the woman as she stretched out her hand towards her.

Now, it's too late to do anything, Xi thought dully, and suddenly, the fear of facing death disappeared.

Perhaps disappearing is also a kind of relief, ultimate peace.

The woman smiled and said, "It's time to get going."

"Where to go?"

“Go to the safest place, where all the things you fear and hate will disappear.”

"There will be no more happiness?"

The woman laughed and said, "But you don't need that kind of thing, do you?"

Xi looked at this "mother", this enemy, and finally nodded weakly and stretched out her little hand.

——The pain spread from my head.