MTL - Return of the Dead [Holo]-Chapter 227

Ming Yuechen died.

Mo Ran watched the picture over and over again several times, but in the end she still couldn't accept this fact.

Just a few days after Xue Changfeng left, that night he sat in the yard as usual and made a pot of tea. Although Mo Ran couldn't smell the smell through the screen, she could still feel that it was a good pot. Tea, Ming Yuechen drank two sips of tea, leaned back in the recliner, swayed, and held the old big cattail fan in his hand, fanning it again and again.

Later, his cattail fan stopped.

Mo Ran thought he fell asleep, but he didn't wake up after a long, long time. At first, Mo Ran couldn't believe the words he thought of, but Ming Yuechen didn't move. Later, a human came, a middle-aged man, It wasn't a familiar face to Mo Ran. Later, more and more people came, some were humans, some were dead, and there were elves and orcs. The small village that had always been lonely and on the edge suddenly became lively.

Everyone is solemn, everyone is silent.

Until, when a big pit was dug out in the open space in the middle of the villa, when the wooden box containing Ming Yuechen began to descend into the pit, Mo Ran's mind was always lingering, but she refused to admit it all the time. Things finally became clear at this moment.

Ming Yuechen died.

He was literally dead.

Not only died, but was also buried in the deep soil in a coffin.

Mo Ran felt that her emotions were quite strange. She felt that according to the entanglement between herself and Ming Yuechen, if she knew the moment of his death, she should actually be very sad, but in fact, she didn't. She even felt very peaceful.

She was even able to calmly think about another matter, obviously, Ming Yuechen in the previous life hadn't lived a long, long time? At least the age of Ming Yuechen she saw in that dungeon was much older than this time, why did he die so early this time? Is it because you don't eat well? Or is it because of poor health?

No matter what the result was, Mo Ran had to admit that even for an omnipotent god, there were some things she couldn't find the answer to.

Looking through layers of spaces, through thick and thin time, Mo Ran quietly stared at the very tall tombstone.

She blinked her eyes, it seemed that the grass in front of the tombstone had sprouted, she blinked again, and the big tree behind the tombstone was already full of shade, and she blinked again, the golden fallen leaves fluttered like butterflies. A winding arc was drawn in front of the tombstone, and then thick white snow covered everything, leaving only the lonely name on the tombstone.

When you blink again, spring is here again.

For the omnipotent god, time is just one of the things under control, and there is really nothing worthy of praise.

But even if it is not worth mentioning, when Mo Ran saw that the front of Ming Yuechen's tombstone was stained with white snow countless times, she finally had an idea——

Ming Yuechen should not have died like this.

But why shouldn't Ming Yuechen die like this? Mo Ran couldn't tell.

After there was no time limit, Mo Ran actually felt that her thinking time became longer. She began to think about this problem, whether she was thinking about repairing other worlds or satisfying those trivial little wishes. Thinking about it again, she even took the time to go to the chasm, and looked at the once powerful and untouchable land boundary for her, but now it has turned into a small and rich world, she is still thinking about this problem.

Mo Ran even felt that she might have encountered the most difficult question in her life. She made a big circle outside and finally returned to her God Realm. When she sat on the throne again, the Valkyries were happy as usual The ones presented fine nectar and jade liquid.

She tilted her head, and habitually looked towards the huge mirror placed beside the god's seat. For a long time in the past, she looked back and forth at her past from this mirror. There is Ming Yuechen's past.

However, this time, there was no tombstone reflected in the mirror. What she could see was a strange building, which seemed to be a village or something else. She even saw many people coming there. Walking back and forth.

Seeing such a picture, Mo Ran couldn't help being slightly stunned, then she pointed to the mirror and asked the Valkyrie: "Who moved my mirror?"

"God, no one has touched it. It has been here since you left." The Valkyrie replied as they prostrated themselves on the ground.

Mo Ran just found it incredible, she turned back to look at the mirror again, and found that

The Valkyrie who was most favored by Mo Ran on weekdays boldly raised her head to look at the picture in the mirror, thought for a while before saying, "Is that the tombstone that God said?"

"Yes."

"It's been gone for a long, long time." The Valkyrie looked at Mo Ran carefully before answering honestly, but the god's expression seemed to be at a loss, and she didn't understand what she meant. She explained cautiously: "For those For people in the small world, it has been a long, long time, probably, probably..."

The Valkyrie actually doesn't have any concept of time. She thought for a long time and couldn't come up with a very appropriate time mark, which was very tangled.

But Mo Ran's heart swayed suddenly at this moment, and then a overwhelming emptiness and emptiness rushed towards her, causing her to fall into it in an instant, sinking into it, unable to struggle at all.

It wasn't until this moment that Mo Ran felt an unprecedented emotion wrapping herself tightly, and it took her a long time to discern that it was sadness.

"Really..." Mo Ran blinked her eyes, she looked at the picture in the mirror quietly, but her eyes blurred instantly, and then, she felt her cheeks getting wet, and she stretched out belatedly. He touched his cheek with his hand.

It turned out to be tears.

It turns out that even if you become a god, you still have tears.

Mo Ran lowered her eyes and looked at the tears falling on her palms. In an instant, that kind of sadness swallowed her up.

When she saw Ming Yuechen die, she was not sad, when Ming Yuechen was buried, she was not sad, even when she was thinking about Ming Yuechen's past, she was not sad, but at this time, after she learned that Ming Yuechen was completely When she disappeared into the mortal world and was no longer remembered by anyone, a kind of unspeakable sadness suddenly hit her, and knocked her down in an instant, making her completely powerless to fight back.

The Ming Yuechen who once loved her, pampered her, and planned everything for her finally disappeared. In this world, no one will remember him anymore.

She raised her head and looked at the high dome. It seemed that there was smoke flowing. The smoke surrounded her continuously, as if all the strength in her body

"god…"

Mo Ran's ears could only hear the exclamations of the Valkyries one after another. She looked up at the dome, her vision was blurred. She opened her mouth, wanting to shout something, but her voice was blocked, and the cold wind continued. After brushing her body, even her breathing became weaker.

Until a long time later, the Valkyries could never forget that day when the **** stood up from the throne, she looked up at the dome, and then fell heavily from the high seat, and then, they heard the cry of the **** .

She lay down and cried like a child under the throne of God, and the whole world drooped down along with God's sorrow.

Ming Yuechen shouldn't just die like this.

Mo Ran had never had this idea so clearly before.

He should be admired by all people, and he should also be happy.

He should die on a warm and soft bed surrounded by his children and grandchildren. He should hold the hand of his lover and die happily and contentedly in their company. It is written in the history books of mankind and remembered by later generations, not as it is now.

He shouldn't die alone and cold under the night sky, he shouldn't.

Mo Ran stood in front of the mirror on that side, quietly looking at the village where Ming Yuechen's tombstone had long since disappeared. She narrowed her eyes slightly, but raised her hand and moved slightly.

Change the world.

All space and time do not exist for gods. As long as gods want to, there is nothing they can't do. Mo Ran has never had such a deep understanding of this sentence.

The world that once brought her endless suffering and rich past turned around again under her plucking, and everything returned to the beginning.

Ming Yuechen walked out from among the corpses of zombies holding a long blade. His face was young and full of vigor, like a poppy flower still stained with dew in the morning.

Mo Ran sat in front of the mirror and looked at him quietly, watching him overcome obstacles, watching him move forward bravely, watching him push cups and drinks with his friends, watching him fight **** battles, watching him grow up little by little, and grow old little by little. go.

In the end, she watched him die silently and alone again, and watched him be buried deep in the soil.

Mo Ran frowned, is there something wrong? Why is it different from what she imagined? he shouldn't be like this...

Don't dye

This time, we must be happy.