Chapter 113:

It was almost evening.
The fishermen stepped on the water hummingly, half bowed their waists, and dragged the huge fishing nets to the beach with effort. The sea and the sky, the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled the deep blue sea...
Liu Yu saw this scene for the first time and felt very new.
Looking at it, there was a red head floating at the end of the fishing net. When I fixed my eyes, I found that it was a thin child, about ten years old, with no flesh on his face. He was tanned and pushed the fishing net there. .
For an adult, the waist-deep sea is only one head away from the child.
"Shall such a young child go fishing?"
She asked.
The man on the reef did not answer him.
He also stared at the deep blue sea, as if he wanted to sink in.
Liu Yu had to refocus her attention on the fishing fishermen, but when her eyes fell on the red head again, she suddenly stopped—
She saw the net again!
The net was looming, most of it was not on the sea surface, and a small half of it... lingered on the red head!
That kid!
Yes, that kid!
Liu Yu stepped forward, the seawater flooded her shoes, and the soles and uppers were wet all at once, but she couldn't take care of them, staring at the child pushing the fishing net. His net is much smaller than that of Mr. Dart, and the nodes are only five or six, one at the age of three, one at the age of five... the last one is at...
Fragmented pictures appeared in front of us.
The waves are surging...
Black water plants...
Hands are constantly flapping on the water...
Red hair floating on the sea...
The last node is ten years and eight months!
Just in front of you!
I don't know why, Liu Yu can vaguely perceive the information corresponding to these nodes.
Miraka Moses.
Ten years old.
Born.
Father died in three years.
At five, my mother left...
All year round, ten years and eight months.
A thin blue thread continued to stretch in front of her eyes, winding into knots one after another, and finally, birth and death were connected together to form a closed web.
Liu Yu couldn't help closing her eyes, the sea breeze gently brushing her face, she fell into a wonderful and special situation.
The world split in half before her.
She stepped on nothingness and reality on one foot, and her fingers were next to the blue netting that represented fate. It seemed that with a single tick, the netting could be disrupted and rearranged... …
"Miraka!"
"Miraca!"
"Miraka is gone!"
......Sure enough, is it Miraca?
There was riot on the beach.
The fishermen who dragged the fishing nets screamed. The fishing nets were not dragged. They panicked. The fish in the nets escaped for half, leaving only a few half dead. People looked at this end and couldn't look at that end, and the sea was suddenly messed up.
Some of the fishermen asked the white robe priest on the reef for help.
"Mr. Shenguan!"
"Mr. Shenguan, please rescue Miraka!"
"Miraka is gone! The Moses are the only child left..."
At this time, Liu Yu's fingers had touched the blue net.
The web is covered with a thin fascia that cannot be shaken.
She tugs hard, her fingers are not painful, and she slips out of the Internet like a slippery fish, but her head starts to hurt.
The scene in front of me began to blur...
In a trance, she seemed to see Miraka's dark eyes staring at her, and he was asking her for help.
There were tears in his eyes, and fiery red hair in the sea, like a messy grass...
He called her:
"Goddess of Destiny...please help me...save me..."
She pulled again--
The node was loose, but it quickly climbed tighter.
Do not.
This should not be the case.
There are countless possibilities for fate, just like her, it should not be the only one!
Fingers dig into that layer of fascia, and the nodes representing "death" begin to loosen.
"Slap", a soft, as if only she could hear the sound came, Liu Yu saw, the node was completely loose.
And wherever he looked, the silent white robe priest suddenly moved.
He stood in the sky above the quiet sea.
The white robe sleeve waved, and a magical scene appeared.
The escaped fish retreated back to the fishing net, and the line of the fishing net returned to the hands of the fishermen who were searching for people in the sea. They returned to their original positions, still confused.
"what happened?"
"I was just looking for Miraca..."
"What about Miraca?"
At this time, Miraka's red head floated back to the sea, with a cheerful smile on his face. Out of the expectations of the fishermen, he thanked both Mr. Shenguan and the girl in the red skirt next to him:
"Miraka is fine! Thank you, beautiful lady!"
He shouted.
Liu Yu smiled back, and she found that the net on Milaka had changed, and the node representing "death" had disappeared-but at the same time, the net had changed from closed to open, and the blue behind The thin line is blurry, his fate seems to be cut into two by man, the first half is clear, the second half... just a blurry shadow.
Fate has changed.
Is this good, or...bad?
Liu Yu thought of himself, it was always a good thing to live.
She looked at the man who shot halfway.
He still turned his back to her, and his long silver hair looked like gorgeous training in the sunset.
I don't know why, the lifeline that disappeared in the second half of Miraka always made her a little uneasy.
At this time, the fishermen dragged the heavy fishing nets and thanked.
"Thank you Mr. Priest!"
"God will bless you, Mr. Officer!"
Mr. Shenguan turned around.
His facial features bathed in the sunset are incredible, with a gentle expression on his face, and did not look at the fishermen, but asked Liu Yu indifferently:
"Want to eat Batang fish?"
"But I heard... Ba Yu fish has many spines."
Speaking of this ordinary topic, Liu Yu's uneasiness disappeared.
The fishermen laughed:
"Mr. Shenguan can pick you up! Mr. Shenguan is good at everything!"
"No, I'm sure he is not good at pleasing girls."
Liu Yu smiled.
Half-laughed, suddenly stunned.
If destiny is fixed, then outside of it is "change".
The past is irreversible, but the future is infinitely possible.
Just like Dart's "past", Miraka's "future" is like herself.
It turned out... that a feeling of a divine language system was derived.
Her heart seemed to be occupied by a tumult and restlessness. From the moment before, she seemed to peep into the inestimable future... One day, she will also create a kind of independence and completeness like Gaia, with her own understanding. The God’s Word system closed all of them into a complete circle.
fate.
Yes, destiny.
At this moment, the magnificent and grand future unfolded a clear blueprint for her for the first time.
This is the power she has always dreamed of-not dependent on others, not controlled by others, independent of the power of this world.
Thinking of this moment, she couldn't help but be excited and excited.
but……
She glanced at the person next to her. Her current strength is still weak. Before that, she must be careful, be careful, be careful.
And the iron piece hidden by her, and Mrs. Fergus...
When she was thinking about it, her hand was taken up, and the hand that held her was as cold as she had just returned from the snowfield.
"You are a little strange today," she tried to organize the language to calm herself down from the excitement. "You said, you hate me, but today, I have been holding my hand."
"Disgust? Oh, of course." The man nodded. "Belia Fergus, I pay attention to promises, and I'll be happy to remind you, third, go shopping with me."
"...You mean, in order to avoid me becoming a dishonest person, did you wrong you for shopping?"
"Maybe."
He said lightly.
The cold silver hair scratched the back of her hand smoothly, causing a little itching.
Liu Yu glanced at the hands he held:
"Shopping doesn't need to hold hands."
"You and Leslie have been holding it. I said, I will repeat everything you do with him, no, several times, until I hate it."
His face looking at the sea, under the darkening sky, like a hazy night shadow, his expression could not be seen.
"You are really abnormal today." She looked at him with a trace of sadness on her face, "If you don't love me, then please don't treat me too—"
"--do not move."
He interrupted her.
The jade-like palms spread out, and a pair of exquisite deerskin boots appeared out of hand.
At this time, the last rays of the setting sun fell to sea level.
As night fell, the lacquered night swelled all the way from the deep blue sea to the sea, with endless wind.
The sea breeze blew a bit cold.
He lowered, the sacred robes of the priests scattered randomly on the sand.
Moonlight quietly spilled over his head.
Liu Yu found out that the boots were wet and the soles were sobbing.
He lifted her feet, and the boots and stockings were faded together. The toes exposed outside could not help shrinking. The place where they were held was crispy and itchy.
She couldn't help shrinking again--
Snowy toes are exquisite and lovely in the night.
"you--"
"--do not move."
His voice dimmed, and he looked up at her, hiding the thing, so that she would swallow all the words she was about to export.
The fingers holding her ankle were getting hotter and hotter.
This made Liu Yu almost have the illusion that he wanted to kiss her toes—
He quickly put on silk stockings and deerskin boots for her, then stood up:
"Belia Fergus, you look great..."
"But you always forget yourself."
He looked at her:
"Treasure yourself."
His voice was very weak, and his expression was softer than his voice.
But a stream of air rushed to Liu Yu's throat, leaving her unable to say a word.
She seemed to have seen the former teenager. He gently stroked her head and told her: ...Treasure yourself, Belia.
"I have to take back what I just said, you will please the girl very much."
Liu Yu smiled reluctantly.
His beautiful eyebrows curled up:
"I am telling the truth."
"Belia Fergus, occasionally, I will feel that Mrs. Fergus may not have taken care of you."
"No, my mother is fine."
Liu Yu denied.
"But a child who lives in love, she will not always be flattered by others' concerns, nor will she always be used to ignoring her own needs."
Liu Yu's face suddenly turned white.
She clenched her palms and poked her fingers into the flesh, but she could not feel anything. She could only see the gentle green eyes of the person in front of her. He seemed to comfort her, and it seemed...to tell a plain truth .
What a terrible person this is.
He is gentle and cold, kind and alienated, so you can't tell which moment is true.
"Mrs. Fergus treats me very well. She loves me very much."
She squeezed her throat tightly, barely making a sound.
He glanced at her and said nothing, but just regained that delicate hand:
"Go, go to the head of the village. The time is running out."