【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Chapter 164: The feeling of reoccupation...

I saw the girl's shadow flash by, and she seemed to be unable to bear it.

I know she has reached her limit.

I also know that she is unwilling to give up.

I also know that those resentments have nothing to do with me, because even if it wasn't me, she never had it, and even without me, she would have no choice but to leave and lose everything. Lose everything that she never had.

Yes, poor. Poor man...

Poor man.

Something was tearing.

I continued walking towards her, towards that heart.

I heard crying, crying from the depths of the void, my whole heart was crying.

She was no longer able to hold back her tears. Her figure flickered back and forth, like an old-fashioned television set about to lose signal.

There was still some distance left when she knelt down powerlessly, barely supporting her body with her hands and knees.

The heart was breaking, the cracks widening, and crimson liquid flowed out. Like a broken container...

Suddenly, a vine appeared.

My heart trembled violently in the void, the cracks on it ferocious, as if it would tear it apart completely at any moment. The green ivy vines twisted around it madly, but it seemed unable to stop it.

The vines tightened around my heart, their leaves twisting with the strain. It was a tug-of-war. Every heartbeat was accompanied by a terrifying creaking sound, the sound of bones about to snap under the weight. The beating became agonizing, each contraction and expansion a struggle between life and death.

Once again, traces of blood appeared on the green vines, tears seeping from the cracks in the heart. The blood and vines intertwined, as if this was the way it should be.

"You should go." I don't know why, but when I got closer, I looked down on him.

The girl raised her head, her eyes empty.

I took the stone with the word "Lan" inscribed on it in my hand, and when I let go, the stone fell to the ground. Coincidentally, the word "Lan" was right there on it.

"This is all I can promise you." I watched all this with a cold eye. "If he can live in peace, I won't take the initiative to care about what happened in the past."

The air was filled with the breath of death, and the beating of the heart sounded like the gasping of a dying man, heavy and desperate.

"More than that, it's impossible. Don't even think about it."

The girl didn't speak. I guess she couldn't speak. Her hands, flickering with light, trembled as she picked up the stone. With a sad smile, she threw the stone far away.

She lay on her back, gasping for breath, her eyes wide open.

She suddenly raised her hand and stretched it towards me, just like that.

I didn't understand, but I squatted down.

She was stunned for a moment and laughed sarcastically.

Her hand reached for the rose vine on my wrist.

I understood a little and took the vine down.

She held it tightly with her whole palm... The flickering shadow was bleeding.

The rose thorns pierced my palms, and the rose vines woven with blood felt like blood-stained green radishes strangling my heart...

The girl smiled, and her eyes gradually lost focus...

Until her figure completely disappeared, the person who walked into the core of her heart became me.

Something had returned to its original position. It seemed as if some power was emerging and rising.

The cracks in his heart began to heal in a steady and orderly fashion. The once shocking wound seemed to be gently smoothed by a pair of hands. The blood that had seeped out gradually dried, covered by newly formed healthy tissue.

The pothos vines responded accordingly. They no longer clung to the heart as tightly as before, but instead, in a guarded posture, gently pressed against the surface of the heart. As the heart healed, the leaves trembled slightly, and the heartbeat regained its rhythm.

The beating sound became steady and powerful.

The feeling of being occupied again.

He frowned, moved his hands and feet, and slowly opened his eyes with difficulty.

The feeling of reoccupation...