Chapter 146: Another World (30)

It was dark all around, he just felt like he was bound by layers of silk, it was difficult to move, and his breathing seemed to be difficult.
He struggled subconsciously, crossed the barriers, and finally saw the light.
The moment he opened his eyes, the silver-haired boy who looked at his face tenderly looked into his eyes.
"Are you ...?" He said blankly.
My mind was blank and I couldn't remember anything, but Shao Ci could subconsciously feel that his current body was a bit strange, and seemed to be one size smaller than before ...
The silver-haired pope looked at the dark-haired teenager who looked blankly at himself in the crystal coffin, and gently reached out to get rid of the sweat-wet hair on his forehead, leaned down and held his hand, and kissed gently, "I am You alone ... lover. "
"Lovers?" The other side widened his eyes suddenly, seeming unable to believe it, but frowned slightly, unable to speak to explain.
Yeah, it's because he's been dead once. His body constructed by divine power now only looks like a juvenile, forgetting everything in the past.
The silver-haired Pope's face didn't change at all, just a slight smile, "Yeah, you forgot, but it doesn't matter, I will always be by your side." His ice-blue eyes blinked, and he whispered: "You can ... call me Silia. "
He hasn't said this name for a long time, maybe no one has called it for a long time. He thought he wouldn't let anyone know. But now he has found this person who can name it.
In the distant past, he was the heir of the kingdom that everyone expected, but was born without any feelings, and eventually led to the collapse of the entire country.
It turned out that he turned out to be a part of God, so it ’s not like ordinary people ... it ’s better to say that he is the
container
of God, and his body exists only for the coming of the gods into this world.
At the moment of awakening, a great deal of divine power was needed to engulf the whole king. When he awoke, there was no life around him.
But even then, it doesn't matter. For him, he has no emotion at all, and it is no different from other things.
After that, he was taken away by the people in the temple and into the holy capital.
Even if he was a clone of God, he had his own will, but even he himself did not care about it. After all, he has almost no feelings, and it doesn't matter if he lives as a container.
But after that, things changed.
It turns out that God has another avatar in this world, and that avatar, named Wendel, has the feelings he doesn't have, more like an independent person.
And beside him, there is a soul from another world.
Maybe no one else would find it, but in his opinion, that person was as dazzling as the sunlight in the night, almost tingling his eyes.
Even after meeting with Wendell, he was able to feel the feelings of the other party, and was infected by the feelings of the other party, and naturally had a feeling for the soul of the other world.
He had his own will and feelings, but was unhappy. Compared with other feelings, he felt jealous first.
Yeah, jealous.
He was jealous of Wendell, jealous that he was so different from himself, jealous that he could stay with Shao Ci from the beginning, jealous that he could have such a good relationship with Shao Ci, and jealous of everything.
Originally, it was only him who was the container of God in the world?
He really wanted to see how a happy person like this would feel if pushed to the abyss.
In this way, on that day, using the power of God, he temporarily manipulated Wendell's body, controlled the other party to kill the former pope, and deliberately let the other party directly escape the holy capital. It's impossible to escape.
After doing so much, Shao Ci still cannot belong to him, and it is impossible to rely on him like Wendel.
He was going crazy about it.
Later, that moment finally arrived. As avatars, they deserve to return to the body of God.
Wendell had known about this for a long time. Naturally unwilling, but unable to resist, he was swallowed up by that god.
No one knows the character of that deity better than him. It is completely different from his appearance. It is an extremely indifferent and ruthless existence. When he realizes that Shao's speech will threaten him, he will definitely kill.
Therefore, he moved on Shao Ci before that, to ensure that Shao Ci could resurrect with divine power.
Things went the way he thought. Silia doesn't want to think about what will happen in the future, at least for now, he can get what he wants.
"But I ..." The dark-haired boy was pale, lying in an ice coffin filled with flowers condensed by divine power, staring blankly at him, "I can't remember anything ..."
"It's okay," Silia said softly. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything."
Even if you forget everything, you wo n’t use magic, you wo n’t eat and bath, and you wo n’t even be able to walk.
Just rely on him, just watch him alone.
... rely more on him.

The people of the Holy Capital have all been hit hard recently.
Although it is really touching that the brave bravely wounded himself and sealed the devil, it was really moving. In the hearts of everyone, his pressure was raised, and I do n’t know how much. But the Pope and the brave are too close!
I said it was to treat the ambitious brave and then live together. I do n’t know how many times he was bumped into the Pope by taking care of the brave like a kid. He also helped the other person feed and eat. It looks like holding a brave to take a walk in the garden.
The mysterious and indifferent image of Lord Pope disappeared without a trace. Hey!
Even if someone wanted to help, he was driven away by the Pope, saying that he would take care of the brave himself, otherwise he would be difficult to restore his memory (of course, to prevent Shao Ci from remembering the previous events).
Everyone was sitting in the hall, discussing how to destroy the hidden monsters. Most of them were bishops who came here from afar to report on the situation, but only a few days later, and of course the pope was sitting on the side.
Although the Pope does not seem to be sixteen or seventeen years old, no one dares to despise him. Those who can come here know more or less.
Suddenly, a 13- or 4-year-old boy emerged from the side. He was only wearing a wide blouse, and he could still see the thin white legs. He was in the arms of the pope in the presence of everyone .
Everyone else looked stunned. On such a formal occasion, someone actually broke in directly like this, and no one stopped him? The Pope is bound to be furious.
After all, the Pope is notoriously indifferent, not to mention that he is full of holy and noble temperament throughout his body, making others feel that it is tarnished at first glance. But the teenager who rushed over was still covered with grass leaves in his hair, and after thinking about it, he knew that his body could not be cleaned.
Unexpectedly, unlike them, the silver-haired pope looked like a natural look, and even looked much softer than before.
"How did you come here?" The pope gently reached out and stroked the boy's black hair, removing the grass leaves from his head, as if familiar to him. "Did you not say that you should run away? I just went to the garden again. Let's play, look, the clothes are dirty. "
"I'm sorry ..." the boy apologized, his black eyes looked at the Pope Silver Hair with a little pleading look, "I'm alone ... so boring ... I want to stay with Silia ..."
"And I ran out without putting on my clothes this time. If I do that again, I won't be allowed to eat next time." The Pope's voice was a little harsher this time, but he could still hear the gentleness hidden in it, obviously he didn't Really blame each other, and even took the initiative to hold the boy in his arms.
"Woo ..." the boy said with some grievances, "Siriya ... I'm so hungry ..."
"I knew you were looking for me." The pope picked up the snack on the table, patiently fed it to the young man, and looked at the others lightly. "Don't worry about it here, let's continue the discussion."
While the teenager ate the pastry sent by the pope, he played with the long silver hair of the pope.
Others: "...!" How can you not care?
But the Pope has said so, what else can they do, just hold on to the curiosity in his heart and pretend to be calm and continue discussing the previous things.
Now almost everyone is absent-minded, not to mention that the young man kept pestering the Pope, and soon this meeting was over.
After the pope held the young man away, the talents made each other's color, and the next bishop who had been in the holy sigh beside him sighed. "I think you are all curious, in fact, that person is Lord Brave. "
"What ?!" For a while, everyone was amazed. The most they thought of was the new saint (even if they wanted to imagine that the boy was the pope's illegitimate child, the age was not at all right), and now he actually said that the boy was a legend. The brave who saved this world?
This is even more shocking than the fact that it was the pope's illegitimate son. The brave man in their brains is a heroic man. Even if they use magic, it should be a magician who looks full of mystery.
And this age is simply not right! Although she looks very cute, it doesn't look like a brave man!
"Hey." The bishop sighed. "Master Brave was seriously injured during the battle with the Demon King, and his original body is no longer available. Only relying on divine power to reshape a body ... Master Brave has lost his memory now, So it's like a child. "
"Is that so?" Everyone couldn't help but feel guilty. They had just used that idea to speculate on the identity of the brave, which was a blasphemy against the brave adults.
After knowing the identity of the other party, looking at the behavior of the Pope, it feels extremely normal, and they will certainly do the same if they change themselves.
After returning to the dorm, Shao Ci immediately lay on the soft carpet and grabbed the papal scepter beside him and played.
Originally there was no carpet on this ground. After considering the situation of Shao Ci, Silia directly laid the carpet on most of the ground of the Holy Capital. Anyway, Shao Ci was not important.
Silia also walked over and sat next to him, gently reaching out and touching his soft hair, with a soft voice, "This time you are really disobedient, don't you say you should stay here and wait for me to come back?"
Shao Ci's body was stiff, remembering how the other party punished his disobedient self in the past, and he sat up quickly, looking at Silia with tears in his eyes. of."
He leaned in and grabbed Silia's neck directly, coquettishly, "Don't be angry, I won't be like this next time."
"Also, the last time you were pestering the attendants to eat, I haven't forgotten this."
"Wow ... I was just hungry ..."
"Apologize, do you want to show some sincerity?" Silia said lightly, "We are lovers, aren't we?"
"Woo ... okay ..." The black-haired boy let go of his hand, and his fair-skinned cheeks instantly turned scarlet. He slightly bit his lower lip, and seemed to be ashamed, brewing several times. He raised his head and kissed Silia's lips.
Silia closed her eyes, greeted the other party's kiss with a happy mood, and at the same time naturally reached out to hold Shao Ci in her arms.
Ah, if only this life could last longer.
But ... that moment is coming.
His hands could not help but cling to each other.
In the winter, the holy capital is full of whiteness, looking holy and inviolable.
After the demon king was sealed, the demons retreated to the other side of the demon realm, and the demons disappeared. A large amount of magical energy disappeared on the continent, and the entire continent seemed to be rekindled.
And the hero who saved this continent is naturally the brave. Suddenly, the bravery's popularity reached its peak, with countless enthusiastic fans, even the past things were turned out one by one.
The fact that the brave was an orphan born in the slum was naturally investigated, and then he was accidentally selected as a follower to participate in the brave selection ceremony.
Such a legendary experience surprised everyone, and then they felt very natural. But the brave chosen by God, if it was just the nobleman's origin, it would be too ordinary.
It is just said that the brave man was seriously injured in the Sealed Demon Queen, and has not yet recovered completely, and is still being healed in the holy capital.
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On the road of the Holy Capital, a carriage pulled by a unicorn was driving. There were several teenagers sitting inside. They were all sent to the temple because they were born with a strong affinity for the light elements. After many trials, they were sent to the holy capital, and they could hold important positions in the future.
"I don't know if we can meet Lord Brave this time." A red-haired boy said excitedly.
Obviously, the brave who sealed the demon king naturally became an idol in these people's hearts.
Another person was also very excited. "I have been waiting for this day for a long time. I really want to see Lord Brave soon. I don't know what Master Brave looks like."
"I heard that Lord Brave was born in a slum. It is really amazing. I used to go to the slums for Lord Brave before. It was really terrible ... I can't think of how Lord Brave came out of that place.
"Just because of this is Lord Brave, isn't he? He must be a perfect person!"
Several teenagers discussed fiercely, only the teenager sitting on the edge of the carriage said nothing. He has short silver hair and golden eyes, and looks at the scenery outside the window with no expression, it seems that nothing can make a wave in his heart.
A few others couldn't help feeling a little dissatisfied, and whispered, "Who is this guy and why is he so cold?"
"He seems to be calling Lance, as if it wasn't from another temple. He hasn't heard of it."
Everyone's eyes brought a bit of contempt for a while. After all, people with unknown origins could easily make people think of things like walking through the back door, and they were naturally different from the characters cultivated in the temple.
The teenager named Lance didn't care a little about their undisguised conversation, their golden eyes were cold like ice.
In the argument, the carriage had reached its destination, but Lance, who had not said a word, suddenly spoke.
"Forget me," he said faintly, and his voice was so addictive that he instantly became obsessed with it. "Forget about seeing me."
Everyone wanted to refute, but was immersed in that wonderful voice. By the time they reacted, the figure of the silver-haired boy had disappeared.
"Just that guy ... hmm?" The talker froze, "Did we just meet anyone?"
"No, isn't there only us in the car?" The other said.
"Yeah." The other person nodded, only feeling that they seemed to have overlooked something, but it should be an insignificant thing, so it was left behind.
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Leaving aside the group, the boy was walking in the holy capital.
He seemed to know where his destination was and was extremely leisurely.
Obviously, people wearing such other clothes should be extremely dazzling in the sanctuary, but people passing by ignored him subconsciously after hearing a song, but no one could find his existence.
Quickly arrived at the destination, there are complicated lines of magic on the ground, unauthorized entry will trigger an alarm.
Lance walked in without any notice, and the magic circle did not resist him a little.
He found the person he was looking for.
Under the rare winter sun, the dark-haired boy was sitting on the steps and fiddled with the water in front of him.
This is where the holy pool of the holy capital is located. It can be said that it exists in a forbidden area. Without the permission of the Pope, no one can enter at will.
But this dark-haired boy is an exception. He can even touch the clear holy water in the holy pond as casually as playing with water.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Shao turned back and saw the silver-haired boy. He rarely saw strangers, "Who are you?"
"It's been a long time," said the young silver hair, and he approached slowly.
His voice is completely different from that of ordinary people, and it seems to have a wonderful rhythm, and people who are subconscious will be intoxicated.
Shao Ci was a little wary, but he didn't back down. He felt that the people in front of him really made him familiar, "Do you know me?"
"Yeah," the silver-haired boy said, "Of course I know you. I will never forget you in my life, but you ... forget everything."
"Have you and me ... what happened?" Although the other party's voice was very cold, Shao Ci always felt that he looked a little sad.
"A lot of things happened." The silver-haired boy seemed unwilling to mention it, but stared at Shao with his golden eyes. "This is not the time to say. I just ask you, do you really think the situation is okay? You don't want Want to restore your previous memories? "
"Of course I want to." Shao Ci whispered.
Although he didn't think Silia would lie to him, his lack of memory left him dazed and wondered what had happened to him in the past.
Although life seems to be good now, he always feels like he has forgotten something very important. Even if he asks Silia every time, he just has to worry about himself.
"That's good." The other party came together, took Shao Ci's hand, and said, "Remember it now. You shouldn't stay here now."
When the words fell, he reached out and pushed hard, and Shao's words fell into the pool behind him.
Shao Ci struggled hard, hateful, he could not swim at all, a lot of water poured into his mouth, his body slowly sinking, Shao Ci could not help but start to think, would he drown here? Yet! ?
Does that boy want to kill him ...
The next moment, the man jumped into the water, and Shao Ci looked up. In the light, a figure with long silver hair appeared in front of him, and the most striking thing was the silver fish in the lower body of the other person. tail.
... is this, mermaid?
There seemed to be some broken memories in his mind, and Shao Ci opened his eyes suddenly.