Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo

Chapter 1268:

Coming to the bird's-eye view of the back mountain, the loving parents said sadly.

Love did not say a word, except for Sentaro, she had hardly smiled. The seven-year-old girl stepped forward, like a wind-up machine, preparing to enter the small one, like a birdcage. local.

Suddenly, Ai felt someone grab her shoulder and looked back, just to see her mother's face down, preventing the other people in the village from seeing the tears in her eyes.

"Love, we will never give up on you, you must stick to it..."

Love's shoulders trembled, and her stiff face softened. It was not that she didn't understand feelings, but she was born with this kind of personality. She knew the love of her parents and was deeply moved.

Maybe it is because of the love for her that she will have **** with her name.

In the heart of love, her parents and Sentaro are her most important people.

"Yep!"

In a soft voice, Ai opened the sliding door like a cage under the gaze of all the villagers, bent down and walked in.

After closing the sliding door, all the villagers breathed a sigh of relief. Someone was guarding the foot of the mountain. Even if Love ran out of it, it would freeze to death because of the lack of food and the weather. So in their opinion, Love There is no doubt that he must die, and the sacrifice of the mountain **** can finally end.

Amidst the cheers, the villagers were holding torches and preparing to leave. The father of love took her mother's shoulders, shook his head at her, and then set his eyes on Sentaro.

Sendaro nodded firmly, he knew what he should do.

People gradually dispersed, leaving only a few people patrolling the mountains. The north wind was still roaring, and the heavy snow in the mountains made people feel the stiffness of the blood.

However, the mountain patrols did not relax. These few days are the most important thing. They must ensure that love stays here all the time. If she leaves, for the villagers who believe in the mountain gods, this will incur punishment from the gods. .

The villagers returned to the warm house, drank the warm water by the fire, laughed and laughed, without the guilt of driving a little girl to death. In the house of love, her parents and Sentaro frowned, even if Decided to give Ai food secretly and keep her hiding in the back mountain, but the guards these days are too strict, especially today, it is absolutely impossible to sneak up.

"I can only hope that the Aiji people have their own heavenly outlook."

Love's father sighed. There is no other way but to pray for Love to survive the cold tonight.

He looked outside through the window, his sight was surrounded by wind and snow, and his visibility was extremely low. Even when he looked in the house, it seemed as if his body was being struck by a sharp blade. A thinly-dressed little girl was in a violent storm. In the winter in the mountains, it is really difficult to survive...

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People are gone, and Ai is lonely shrinking in a small corner. This bird's-eye view is so small that it can barely accommodate one person curled up. Fortunately, she is only seven years old, which leaves a little space here.

The surroundings are very dark. Today's moonlight is blocked by wind and snow, and there is no light even in modern mountain nights, not to mention the ancient times hundreds of years ago.

The thin wooden door and the wooden structure can't bring any warmth. The north wind whistling outside the wooden door is like the wailing of a monster. She shrinks her body and hugs her knees with her hands. She is shivering with cold. She is pure and white. The small hand is already stiff, it is difficult to even move the fingers, I am afraid that frostbite will appear before long.

Chilblains appeared here, and she was not far from death.

Her witch costume has been taken off, and she replaced it with a worn-out yukata again. The witch costume made of expensive materials is only used for sacrifices. Now she is equivalent to a dead person. The village chief is Reluctant to give a good dress to the dead, especially she is still a "monster".

"It's cold..."

Ai's red lips opened her mouth and let out a cold breath. The wooden door could not bring any warmth and could not prevent any cold air from attacking. It is no longer known how many degrees below zero, Ai just feels that her blood is all in her body. Frozen, even consciousness gradually appeared blurred.

For a thin seven-year-old girl, all this is tantamount to the most cruel punishment.

This small depressive space gave her a sense of security. She shrank in a corner, like a cat kept in a cage. There is no freedom, no dignity, and no future. She can only use it. The brown eyes stared at the only slight glimmer from the gap of the wooden door. Perhaps, she had already seen the arrival of the messenger of hell.

Hunger and cold are invading Ai's petite body, her legs are numb, Ai can't feel the existence of her legs at all, she wants to move, but she doesn't wear shoes, and her little feet without socks are stepping on the cold. On the ground, it seemed that flesh and blood had condensed with the ice.

It's like using your mouth to stick to the iron sheet in the cold winter, it will tear the flesh and blood of people in an instant.

She moved her feet hard, and the white skin and flesh of her feet seemed to be torn apart, and there was a heart-wrenching pain.

Ai whispered and did not dare to move, she could only sit here, waiting for herself and the earth to turn into an ice sculpture, completely losing her life.

Even so, she was still strong without tears, but buried her head in her knees, imagining the beauty of the past, bewildering herself not to lose consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, just when the consciousness of love was about to lose, and even she herself felt unable to live, through the gap of the small wooden door, a ray of light shone in.

This ray of light seemed to bring hope and warmth, and the already dizzy brain was instantly awake. Ai opened his lifeless eyes, widened his eyes hard, looking at the light outside the gap.

She bit her lower lip, which had lost her blood color, and hesitated for a moment. She stretched out her little hand that was about to break due to her stiffness. With a painful grunt, she opened the small wooden door.

"woo woo woo woo--"

The cold air mixed with snowflakes blew in from the gaps, which lowered the temperature of the small space again, and the snowflakes blew on the pale face of love, like stones that made people pain unbearable.

Ai opened her eyes hard and looked far away with a trance.

There, a figure carrying a small lantern, like a ghost in the legendary night, is walking slowly towards this place, and the frantic wind and snow blows on the person's body and suddenly turns into a soft finger. It seems that even the natural wind of this world is afraid of him.

"It's... that weird person..."

Ai whispered to herself, her voice hoarse, as if her voice had been frozen.

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A dim light swayed in the wind and snow, and Liang Yiluo slowly stepped in the thick snow with the lantern. His steps did not leave any marks, as if his body was lighter than snow.

No one who patrolled the mountain saw the only light in the darkness, and Liang Yiluo's face was hidden in the wind and snow, making people indistinct.

Ai trembled, her eyes widened and stared at the slowly approaching figure, as if she had seen a monster about to choose someone to eat.

Suddenly, Love felt a warmth. It was not a drop in temperature, but someone who stood in front of the small bird's-eye view, blocking all the snow and wind blowing from outside.

"Love, we meet again..."

Liang Yiluo lowered her head and looked at the seven-year-old girl, her body curled up, and ice scum appeared on her thin clothes.

Ai trembled with her lips and wanted to open her mouth, but the cold wind stuck her glamorous red lips, the flesh and blood were torn, the corners of her mouth were bleeding out, but she still couldn't utter a syllable.

"It's so pathetic...but it doesn't matter, I said, before that, it will make you feel all the good things in this world."

Liang Yiluo slowly lowered his body, he reached out his hand, and pressed her little head under Ai's numb eyes.

A real warmth rushed to Love’s body, and the already stiff and straight body became loose, the ice scum that had condensed on the body melted, the numbness and pain in the feet gradually disappeared, and even the cracked skin began to relax. The slow integration, if it were not for the red mark on the snow, would even make people suspect that everything before was an illusion.

The trembling body gradually calmed down, and the consciousness of love was sober. It was clear that the outside world was still snowing, but Love felt that she was lying on the lawn in the warm little garden in spring, basking in the sun.

"Are you... a monster?"

With a hoarse voice like the drowning person finally caught the straw, with some lubrication, Ai widened her eyes and asked in a low voice.

"I'm just an onmyoji..."

Ai nodded without understanding. Onmyoji, a big figure like Ai, had never seen him in his seven-year-old poor life.

"Guru..."

The so-called warmth and lust, although love and this sentence are somewhat indifferent, but after getting out of the danger of life, her belly also screamed, did not eat today, and was almost frozen to death before, she had no need for extra Physical strength.