svetikya Chapter 656 See You in the Past
Chapter 656 See You in the Past
No wonder I always feel weak. But I should have said it before, maybe I forgot that emotion and memory are inseparable. I should have known it a long time ago, why did I make such a low-level mistake? I feel a little distressed and silent.
"Okay, the process of stripping away memories is quick. I will treasure these very well. After all, I don't want your soul to be torn apart. I hope your soul will be stripped away. Now gently place your hand on the sword, and let it be stained with blood."
I did as I was told, and it turned out that the other person seemed to be eating seriously, smacking his lips from time to time. Didn't it make me feel like the other person was just eating?
"I am eating. Your eyes have told me that. But it doesn't matter. I have to eat to have strength. After all, you are hungry. I have been useless for too long. I went to slit the throats of those lives. I really miss you."
Perhaps it's because I've been a sword for so long that I've completely become a sword's way of thinking. I clearly have a human life, but I always feel the joy brought by the throats of blooming creatures. How strange...
Maybe with a sword it would be fun to use all your strength to slit someone's throat?
I lowered my head, not knowing how to answer or think. But it did sound interesting.
Suddenly I realized that part of my thoughts seemed to be integrated with it. I obviously don’t find these things interesting. I’m the kind of person who would deliberately let moths out of the window...
It sounds interesting... I feel a little crazy. What would it be like to be a madman? There is no doubt that I have never been a normal human being.
Because we are abnormal, we appear normal when facing many things. Since we have experienced too many abnormal things, we will think in the calmest way. The result we get is actually normal which normal people will praise.
"I'm very full. I've already done what you needed to do. It's easy to strip away your emotions and memories. After all, you are my mother. I just need to put an end to the past. Congratulations. Now you can't recall anyone or anything from 100 years ago."
I want to recall, but the place I recall is like a stone falling into the deep sea, unable to stir up any waves. My past memories have been completely sealed. Maybe they will appear at the right time, but what is the right time? If nothing unexpected happens, I will not think about the past anymore. After all, 100 years ago, even the immortal species were considered to have entered middle age.
Most of the immortal species can only live three or four hundred years old. Over 100 years old is at least half a step into middle age. They are not too young. At least in my current understanding, most of the immortal species cannot live that long. In places where wars are frequent, life is always fragile.
Now this land is very stable, because this land has special vegetation and difficult-to-adapt weather. The straw rope is equivalent to the pioneers who slowly turn this desert into an oasis, making people love this place more and allowing people to establish different lives in the oasis. It sounds beautiful.
In the impossible, different lives, different creatures, in a land where it is difficult to survive, display the beauty that only flowers can bloom.
I lay back on the bed in a daze. It was obviously time to prepare for lunch, but I wanted to have a good sleep. I felt heavier and heavier. I started to feel sleepy since this morning. For some reason, I lay there and began to recall the memories of the past. I didn't know what I was doing anymore. I could only think about and recall my recent inner feelings, although they were painful and even too beautiful to make people feel fake.
This life is so beautiful that it's too sad.
This time I had another dream, and it became very clear.
"Are you scared? Don't be scared, I won't hurt you. You are innocent, and you are also a victim. It's okay. Come here, will it be better?"
The person whose face I couldn't see clearly reached out his hand to me, and I slowly reached out my hand back and held the other person's warmth. It was as warm as a stove. I wanted to get closer, but the flames of the stove would burn me.
A gentle and smiling person, everything seems to be beautiful. In memory, the parents passed away due to the cold, but are living well now, except for some inexplicable things, such as the sword that is always placed there and not allowed to be touched by anyone.
For example, there are some overly familiar but strange smells, such as the uncontrollable anger and the desire to hurt others.
As time went by, a 12-year-old child, because someone called him a wild child, picked up a stone and pushed the other person to the ground in anger, wanting to smash the round head with the stone.
But in the end, because he remembered the other person's caring expression, he slowly let it go, but was almost hit by a stone. Until a pair of warm hands blocked his eyes, there was a little blood on the other person's forehead. At this time, he smiled and said it was okay.
The children ran away, but that warm hand held me and I walked a long way. When apologizing, I told myself that you are proud of me for being able to control your anger.
A kind of unprecedented joy bloomed from the bottom of my heart, a gentle love, an excessively gentle emotion, even if it was poison, it didn't matter, I swallowed it.
"You are already qualified to learn the art of bitch. I will teach you starting tomorrow. But please don't take the sword. The power of that sword is a little too terrifying and it is not something you can use. I will make you a cute little wooden sword. When you can take three of my moves with this wooden sword, I will let you try using the sword."
The kids at that time thought that everything was easy, until they were 16 years old and failed to take three moves. Then they suddenly realized that it was like they were competing with the strongest person in the entire country, and that this person knew every step they took. How could they really win?
Of course it is impossible to win. People who understand this will be indignant, but it doesn’t matter. One day I will be able to win. My talent will be even greater than people imagine.
At the age of 17, I finally managed to knock down the wooden sword, exceeding my goal this time. Humph, I’m not that weak.
The other party's expression was conflicted, as if he was wondering whether he should be allowed to study, but in the end he did not do as he had promised. The adults taught him seriously, and were even a little too strict. However, he would not learn these things anymore soon, because there were more important things to do, such as learning knowledge and truth.