Flowers in full bloom [Through the book, I became the favorite of the dark group]

Chapter 791: The state of constant joy; the stimulation of the cuckoo's cry

Ziguiti stared straight into her eyes: "Or do you know the reason that keeps you alive, but you don't dare to expect it? For example, can Shen Fuguang still survive?"

Chang Lepingshu's brows wrinkled slightly, and he said in a very low and soft voice: "I don't know."

Zigui cried with surprise: "You are not angry? You are not angry when I talk like this?"

Chang Le rolled his eyes at him: "You are annoying, so annoying."

The cuckoo cried: ...It seems to be angry.

"But I know Luo Xuan wants you to help me, and so do Bai Xie, Ling Ren and the others." Chang Le wrapped his arms around his knees, "I don't really want this to happen either. I don't want to choose death anymore, because for me, death is just an escape, not a solution to the problem. But..."

She sighed softly and tilted her head to rest on her knees, half closing her eyes with a gloomy look on her face. "I'm so tired. I can't walk anymore. I don't want to walk anymore."

Ziguiti restrained his frivolous look, sat down beside her, and looked at her while leaning against Mu Liangchao's stone tablet: "So, miracles are possible, but you are afraid of the expectations and disappointments that come with miracles."

Chang Le was silent for a moment and then hummed.

Ziguiti frowned and said, "You are lying. You are not that scared. There are other reasons."

Chang Le didn't say anything.

"It seems that Luo Xuan doesn't know either." Zigui asked sharply, "What's wrong with you?"

He repeated the question several times, and Chang Le turned his head without getting tired of it: "I devoured the essence of Hades."

Ziguiti immediately realized what had happened: "Your mutation?!"

Chang Le sat up straight and took a deep breath. With each breath, ferocious dark purple and dark green lines crawled up his neck, and wisps of black mist flowed out. But if you look closely, you will find that they are not lines at all, but scars like flesh and blood.

The cracks covering the skin were like winding abysses on the earth, almost identical to the cracks on Chang Le's spine, but there were not only violent tentacles but something even more dangerous.

Chang Le's breathing was steady, but it seemed that as long as she took a slight breath, the crack would burst open, spilling out countless inhuman things, and the owner would also be swallowed up and turned into a monster.

This level of mutation, if it happened to anyone other than Chang Le, that person would have become a mutated person who had lost his mind. But now it seemed that even Chang Le, the natural [irregular] component in his blood could no longer be suppressed.

Chang Le raised her head and saw vines and tentacles spreading out from under her body, wrapping her up layer by layer. Although it was not violent, the scene was extremely strange.

Zigui Ti could hardly see Chang Le's lower body. He had only seen such a change in Hades.

"Does it hurt?"

Ziguiti asked subconsciously, and was stunned for a moment, then said: "Luo Xuan doesn't know, right? Otherwise he would definitely not be as calm as he is now."

Chang Le shook his head: "My sense of pain is relatively dull. I haven't told anyone yet, and now you are the only one who knows."

Ziguiti sighed deeply, "Now I finally know. I was wrong in what I thought. No, I should say that most people were wrong.

You are not tired or weak, you just can't move forward."

Both he and Luo Xuan thought that Chang Le's current state was the result of the emptiness and loss of direction after his years of obsession with bringing back Fu Guang's remains was suddenly fulfilled.

But now he realized that this was not the case. Chang Le knew clearly the direction and the possible way to find Fu Guang again, but she found that she did not have enough energy and time to do it.

But some things and some people have been engraved into our bones. If we cannot get what we want, we will be in a state of anxiety for the rest of our lives.

In such a dilemma, Chang Le felt tired, and even felt that this was the best outcome in his destiny.

So, she stopped and let herself stay in that moment, not wanting to go with the world.

She is not a walking corpse, nor is she lost. She is just clearly afraid of expectations and chooses to stop and remain silent. Until one day, before her body decays, she goes to a place where no one can find her and turns into a monster and dies.

Before that, she will guard this magnificent but silent mausoleum and all the people and things in her memory.

This was the ending she had planned for herself.

This was also the deal that Chang Le made with Fu Jiu.

Ten years ago, on the night of Hua An Ning’s nineteenth birthday, Chang Le also remembered everything.

Chang Le met Fu Jiu for the first time.

——"LeLe, I am your last personality."

——"Now, Lele, tell me...the end point you want."

——"Let's make a deal."

……

"After I take Fu Guang home, no matter what I become, Jiu, the rest of my time will be left to you."

"it is good."

……

"But you are still obsessed." Zigui Ti suddenly said, "Shen Fuguang hasn't come back yet, and you are unwilling to accept it."

Chang Le turned his head away: "I have no strength left."

"You beat everyone."

"I don't have time."

"You're wasting your time right now."

"I'm tired."

“But you even work every day.”

Zigui spread his hands and looked at Changle's gnashing expression, "Don't look at me like that. I'm the only one who says these things to you now. They either don't want to do it or they can't bear it. I can bear it, and I'm willing to do it too."

He grinned in a particularly provocative manner: “It feels so good to be confronted…ah!”

The cuckoo was kicked down by Chang Le and rolled several times before it stopped. He was not angry, but just lay on the ground and laughed. The laughter was carried by the wind across the vast wasteland, and the echoes were clearer and clearer.

That laughter could not be trapped. It was more liberating than the relief brought by death and brighter than the rays of the sun.

The cry of the cuckoo at this moment is like a bird taking off again after breaking its wings, and every feather radiates the light of freedom.

Chang Le watched him rolling around and laughing for a long time.

"Hey - look at me!" The cuckoo sat in the dust and waved at her.

Chang Le looked at him subconsciously, and a warm energy inexplicably rose in his heart, welcoming the expectation of what might come.

The cuckoo cried out to her: "Do you want to roll around with me?"

Chang Le: ...

Hear the sound of your own expectations being shattered.

“Hahahaha… I was just kidding!” Zigui suddenly cried out and pointed to the sky, “Look, there are stars! So beautiful!”

Chang Le thought he was a madman, thinking that she already knew the sky was full of stars, but when she looked up she was stunned again.

Stars...

The sky was full of stars, each bright or shining, weaving a mysterious silk with its own unique brilliance. When looking deeply at this very familiar star map, Chang Le felt as if he had seen this starry sky a long, long time ago, as far away as if in another world.

"Are you happy, little lunatic?"

Chang Le answered subconsciously: "Happy!"

When she looked down, she saw only the cuckoo standing below, looking at her with a smile.