The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 129

[Article 129]

However, when he opened his eyes, he changed from lying on the ground to a standing posture. His body was covered with thorny vine roses, which were tightly wrapped, from Guangluo’s ankles to his neck. It made him almost breathless.

The sharp thorns pierced into the flesh around his body, and even the undulating arc of breathing would drive the thorns to scrape in his body.

He couldn’t see what he looked like, but just by imagining it, he knew that he must be bloodless and extremely embarrassed.

This is no longer a mirage full of smoke, but the top of the holy mountain in the old era thousands of years ago. There are many temples gathered here, one hundred and twenty-six pillars, each of which represents a person.

And he was nailed to the highest pillar.

He’s not some Bronze Commander Kevin Fassbender now, but Bright Phae.

The man who had been smiling was under the pillar, looking up at him, as if he was scrutinizing a very valuable work of art.

He has a very similar appearance to Guangming, but his temperament is completely different.

Even face-to-face like this, it’s hard to imagine that once upon a time, when they were both children, they were exactly the same in appearance and personality.

“There are still people who say, am I another you? The ordinary version of you…” The man looked around with a smile and sighed, “Unfortunately, they can’t comment at this time.

” Guangming sneered and coughed out a mouthful of blood.

He swallowed his blood and said in a low voice, “Mello—”

“This name will soon be buried by me, and buried with you.” Mello interrupted, “I don’t need it anymore, I don’t need it anymore. I will distinguish you by name. There will be only one person in the new era, and no one is qualified to give me a name.”

The child who once held the corner of Tenis’s shirt has become what it is now in the long years, a docile and shy When the eyes were not paying attention, the silent madness quietly precipitated.

At first, Tenis taught him to paint and sculpt, so he carved one tombstone after another.

At the beginning, the size gave him blessing and strength, so he in turn used it to control the crowd.

At the beginning, the three masters did not give him a grade, so he reached out and grabbed it himself.

Every time you kill one, you will inherit his character.

Therefore, the crowd ushered in the last evening.

By the time the sun went down, Phae was the last of the old days.

Where Mello pointed, under the golden red light, countless souls were wrapped in a grand flame-like light, falling from the highest holy mountain.

But Fae is about to be unable to hold on anymore. Inheriting the 125th rank, Melo is already the highest existence. Even Fae, who was born for light and fighting, cannot be his opponent. , so he was nailed to the post.

“Actually, I miss the days when I was a child. The shade of Anasacre Lake is my favorite place to stay…” Mello lowered his eyes and muttered to himself, then raised his head and smiled to himself, neither salty nor bland. He said: “Look, even now, I’m still looking up to you. So don’t worry, I won’t erase your existence. People in future generations will still know about you, praise you, and look up to you like me, no Okay?”

He paused, and then said, “As an exchange, you can give me the last gift…”

Bright has both a fighting style, so Fae seems to be more difficult to get close to than other animals, and more than others. Be strong.

And what Melo wants most is his character, a symbol of eternal hope and courage.

It’s really ironic…

Guangming, who was nailed to the pillar, always had a mocking smile on his face.

“You can still laugh?” Melo frowned, his voice was as soft and slow as ever, not in the same tone as Phoebe, it sounded inexplicably crazy.

Guangming on the pillar shook his head and whispered, “Do you know why you didn’t get a grade in the first place?”

This is the problem that has plagued Mello for nearly a thousand years, and it is also the problem that he is puzzled to understand and traps himself in it, and it is the problem that slowly fermented and caused him to eventually become twisted and crazy.

It’s a pity that the original audience did not think of this, and when they finally understood this, they could no longer answer.

Melo’s face changed: “Why?!”

Guangming lowered his eyes and said, “Because…”

His blood was about to soak the entire vine rose, and his voice was so low that it was almost a whisper, and he choked with blood from time to time. relationship becomes ambiguous.

Melo stepped on the void and walked in front of the light, and the close distance made Fae’s voice finally clearer.