The conversation between the donkey's lips and the horse's mouth, Qing can't understand the meaning of the words of the person behind him, and a snow painting will eventually not understand the meaning of what Qing said. Almost tacitly hid everything in his heart, did not say it, and even the plan to really face the thing buried deep in his heart no longer exists.

Qing stood calmly at the door for a while, there was no sound behind him, believing that the other party was also waiting for his side to open his mouth to break the silence. But that's what Qing wants. Qing walked out of the room without hesitation, without any worries, without any entanglement, to do his duty as a Servant, and one day it could be like this, without distress to end everything---------

Walking down the hallway, under the entrance to the attic, Aoi stopped. He looked up at the small closed door, in which there was nothing but dead silence and nothing but emptiness. After a moment's thought, Qing lifted his feet and walked away from the small door of the attic. Descending the stairs and walking into the first floor, the room was empty and a little too dim, which was an inevitable reflection of the otherworld.

Walking through the living room, the old couple of the original residents are sitting around the sofa drinking tea and chatting about ordinary household routines and jokes, and the happy scene makes people can't bear to intervene to spoil this warm scene. Qing watched silently for a while, and his own control of the breath caused the old couple not to be aware of Qing's existence.

Jing Guan Qing also longs to have such a life, to be able to sit with his family so simply, but this desire is only a humble luxury after all. The memories in his mind are like the strands of hair that Qing is unwilling to shave even to die, even if it is blurred, Qing is unwilling to give up the only warm memory in his life. Even if people misunderstand the appearance of long hair, it doesn't matter if it's green!

Softly walking away from the door of the living room, Qing walked straight outside, projecting ordinary shoes on his feet the moment he stepped out of the entrance. Open the door, close the door. The sun is shining in the sky, and birds that are not afraid of the cold are streaked across the sky. Staying in a dark and enclosed space for a long time, Qing doesn't know when he began to yearn for the bright outside world.

It's a pity that the range of activities provided for itself is pitiful, and if you swagger too far, you may be discovered by the opponent's camp. If he falls into the abyss of no return, Na Qing will not be able to repay his mistakes even if he pays the price of his life. Therefore, the range of activity is only three meters beyond the fence, and you can walk freely within the 10-meter semicircular enchantment circle centered on the house behind you.

Qing turned over and sat down on the wall of about one meter and a half, although the place was small, Qing was already content. Calculating the approximate time, the solar term has entered the range of winter, and from time to time a cold wind blows on the face, but it can only be regarded as a slightly cold cool breeze for Qing's ability to keep out the cold. If you don't stop the heat of the sun, you can live a spring-like life even in winter.

After only sitting for a while, a small bird landed next to Qing, as if he felt that there was no danger around Qing, so after a while, a few fell in twos and threes. However, when Qing turned his head to look at the little guy beside him, the slightest movement scared all the birds away.

I didn't care about those little guys anymore, and after a while, those little guys flew back again, but this time Qing really didn't continue to pay attention to the scene around him. Basking in the sun with peace of mind, the peaceful sunlight is like clear water, so that the whole body can be calm. Qing didn't want how long this time could last, she just wanted to remember it------。

Time flies, from the initial comfort to the gradual numbness, the sun's day's journey is nearing the end, and the sun's sunset in the west will sprinkle the sky with red light. There was no difference between the hut at sunset and the house next door or elsewhere, the only difference was that Qing sat motionless by the wall all day!

If that woman was there, she would definitely shout that Qing must be crazy, 'Only a fool can sit stupidly all day long, even if you are not stupid, you can sit until you are stupid!' Something like that! Thinking of this, Qing shook his head vigorously, habit is a bad thing, once it is stained, it may take a lifetime---

Looking up at the room behind him, Qing rolled over and jumped off the wall. The feet that had not been moving for a long time were slightly wooden, but Qing moved a little and returned to nature. When I got up and went back to the house, I took off my shoes and stepped on the wooden plank, and I could hear the sound of a spatula in the kitchen and the sound of the gas stove burning.

There are still only the old couple downstairs, and the rest of the people will nest on the second floor without accident, just like living a weekday routine. Qing couldn't help but smile a little self-deprecatingly, they could all wait for the final battle peacefully, but Qing himself couldn't be as calm as them. To put it bluntly, Qing felt nervous, and the urgent emotions pressed in his heart, causing him to find a way to release the pressure.

However, Qing is certainly self-deprecating, but he does not feel that there is anything wrong with his actions. Solving a problem is always more useful than holding it in the bottom of your heart! With this kind of mental activity, Qing walked down the corridor into the living room, and it was indeed only the old couple busy in the kitchen.

There was hardly much sunlight outside the window, and the interior couldn't help but look a lot darker. Qing walked to the coffee table, picked up a match, lit a few candles on the coffee table, and then took the candles to the place where the candlesticks were placed in the house and planted the candles, and the dim room gradually became brighter in the candles.

"Oops~, is it Mr. Gangenir? I'm sorry I can't see clearly----" The old woman poked her head out of the kitchen, looking in the direction where Aosho was standing with confused eyes. "Well, it's me, I went downstairs too late last night so I delayed your meal, so I came here a little earlier today." Qing replied with a smile.

"Where are you, I haven't had a guest here for a long time, and it's too late for me to be happy! Yes! The dish is going to be mushy! The exclaimed old woman hurried back into the kitchen. Qing smiled and shook her head, and sat down on the sofa leisurely.

On this day, Shi Qing didn't seem to have done anything, and he didn't look like he was in a hurry to prepare for the battle. But in fact, the silent Zhongqing has never stopped preparing for the decisive battle! Gradually ingesting magic in the air and leylines to enrich the body, and at the same time, little by little linking the blood factors belonging to the black iron wrist, further strengthening the control of new weapons!