Facing the golden glow of the mill outside the window, it is always associated with sturdy herbivores such as fawns and antelopes, and the curvaceous white legs, like sculptures and works of art, are stained with translucent bodily fluids, and the backlit shadows paint dark colors on them, and after being impacted, the rope hanging from the neck, the stiff body, and the center of the roof beam draw a miserable arc.

"She's a good girl. Innocent, gentle, kind, considerate. You should find a good man to marry and have children in peace - such a future could have been, but the moment you decide to survive by selling others, such a reservation has already been canceled and will never come. ”

The ridicule seemed to come to his ears from the lowest abyss of hell, and Rossi fell to his knees with his mouth wide open and trembled, forgetting to run and roar. Only his [Redemption], [Goddess], and [Exclusive Toy] swayed like a swing in his mind, and his face that couldn't see his face clearly under the backlight was buried deep in the darkness, and there were whispers that shattered his heart from his black hole-like face.

"Knowing what you had been doing—all the betrayal and betrayal of Roland, of the travelers, of herself, she had chosen this drastic way to kill herself. I deeply admire this. It is hard to imagine from the appearance of Miss Lyleco, that a blind little girl should have such an impulsive and brave side, and will not hesitate to use this form to pay for your sins, hoping that we will let Mr. Rosé go. ”

The arc of ridicule was straightened back into the word [one], and the empty comments that did not feel cold without heat whispered behind their backs, and Rosse heard them. Those spiritual toxins that exude a deadly fragrance, and a faint tone that is not even disdain, is no longer terrifying, but has an incredible intimacy.

The ultimate dark sweetness is licking and playing with the empty mind, and the intense and dangerous pleasure of hugging his wife and watching his daughter unleash with his hands on the wedding night is encroaching on Rossi's mind.

"So...... The next housework of Mr. Rossi will be handled by the two fathers and daughters, and there are still housework matters between you and the unfilial son that need to be solved, so I won't bother. ”

The sharp claws that grabbed the throat quietly moved away, and the faint helplessness of déjà vu came from the incomprehensible distant side. and gradually drifted away. The black-haired boy, who couldn't figure out what he was here for, got up from his chair and left, and the sound of the stallion came from outside the door, and the old floor sighed bitterly as it moved under its weight—the sound of the world, the darkness in front of him, and the preparation to leave Rossé and the mill.

"Ahh By the way, although I haven't gone through the formal legal formalities yet, I still have the position of being a [father]. I have a message for you, Mr. Rossy. ”

The shadow pacing to the door stopped, and the melodious and lilting voice left the thoughts or words of exhortation:

"Madame Zun has unfortunately passed away due to the fraud of a fake doctor and a neighbor's gang, and Miss Leleco cannot stand Mr. Rosser's blasphemy and betrayal of others, and in shame she has chosen to commit suicide to atone for your sins, and now—"

The muscles of his cheeks and the corners of his mouth hung upwards, and the charming smile of the crescent moon was the same as the scythe dancing in the hands of the Grim Reaper.

"Mr. Rossy, what should you do?"

An elegant smile that sends chills down the spine and goosebumps all over the body does not belong to death.

Demons who rebel against the world created by God and praise evil virtues will have this demonic smile.

The corners of the miller's mouth twitched crookedly, and the crack that could no longer be closed overflowed with saliva until his chest wet his clothes, the mockery, the negation of Rossi's previous qiē. The demon, who had never known what had come from, had disappeared from Rossy's cloudy retina with his men, and outside the open gates, the sun-drenched sky and the forest announced that the nightmare in the mill was over, and that Rossi was truly left with nothing this time. ...,

"Huhu......hu

His wife had long since died, and Leleco had committed suicide. Maybe he was killed by suicide, but it doesn't matter what Rosser said.

Nervous laughter leaked out of the leaky hole, and the face that emitted a heterogeneous maniacal laugh was covered with dirty bodily fluids mixed with sweat, tears, snot, and saliva, and the gloomy face became more and more sloppy wolf bèi, and in the irretrievable collapse laughter, Rossi stood up. See.

[How ...... Blue God......]

The spirit of complete collapse miraculously spelled out a trembling testimonial, which no listener could hear.

[Ah...... By the way, Leco's is laughing, and the kid is waving. 】

Only he could hear and see, and in the crooked world of senses, a wonderful yearning for comfort dominated Rossy's entire consciousness.

[They're calling me...... If you don't hurry up, you can't go...... Hurry up and melt into that blue sky, ...... from here]

His bloodshot eyes were unfocused, and he looked aimlessly to the left and right. Soon, the rings hanging from the beams of the room reflected the scattered pupils.

"It's not ...... Is there one?"

The urn's lips fluttered with excited joy, and the last of his reason was exhausted, and Rossi walked towards the rope loop that was being blown by the wind that had slipped into the mill, and the pocket in his arms fell to the ground, and in the crisp and pleasant sound, to the accompaniment of Sue and Riar, the silver coins running everywhere, Rossi walked straight towards the road that melted into the blue sky......

The dull dull sound of the moment the footsteps fell to the ground resounded through the mill again, and not only Tyr, but also the other elves had only heartfelt indifference on their faces.

An inquiry into the nature of the fall of life reveals that it is nothing more than a universal phenomenon that is completely consistent. Of course, in the eyes of the wise species, the end of life should be given a corresponding meaning to different levels and weights due to the differences in objects and processes.

Princes and nobles, monks, prostitutes, peddlers, pawns, warriors, commoners, thieves and thieves - whatever their status, status, and chosen goals and means of attaining their lives, they are endowed with dignity and tranquility because they are trying to survive.

Rosse didn't have that qualifications, whether as a thief, a peasant, a man, a husband, a wife - this guy was just a muddle loser, an out-and-out incompetent bastard.

Being deceived because of stupidity, being a thief's partner because of poverty, sounds very helpless and sad. Peel back the cloak of sympathetic boredom and reveal that the man's way of life is nothing more than a cowardly villain who has been running away from the hardships of life and the weight of its associated responsibilities, and then happily participating in the thieves under the pretext that it is difficult to live.

-- I can't really live, but I have the bottom line of being a human being and the reserved group of homeless people and beggars who are thousands of times more noble than this guy. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) ),