The golden light that shines into the mill can always be associated with vigorous herbivorous animals such as deer and antelopes. The graceful white legs like sculptures are stained with translucent body fluids, and the shadows of the backlight are reflected on them.
Dark colors were painted on the body, and after the impact, the rope hanging from the neck, the stiff body, drew a miserable arc with the beam as the center.
"She is a good girl. She is innocent, gentle, kind and considerate. She should find a good man to get married and have children in peace - such a future is possible, but when you decide to survive by betraying others,
From now on, such a reservation has been cancelled, and will never happen again."
The ridicule seemed to reach his ears from the bottom of the abyss of hell. Rossai opened his mouth and knelt on the ground trembling, forgetting to run away and forget to roar. Only his [Salvation], [Goddess], and [Exclusive] were left in his mind.
The figure is swinging like a toy, the face whose expression cannot be seen clearly under the backlight is buried deep in the darkness, and the soul-shattering whisper comes from the face like a black hole.
"After knowing what you have done all this time - to Roland, to those travelers, and to herself, she chose this violent way to commit suicide. I deeply admire this. From now on.
Miss Laileko's appearance is really unimaginable. A blind little girl can actually have such an impulsive and brave side, and she will not hesitate to use this method to pay for your sins. I hope we will let Mr. Rosse go."
The arc of sarcasm was straightened back into the word "一", and empty comments without heat or coldness were murmured behind the back, to Rosset's ears. Those mental toxins exuding a deadly fragrance, and a light tone that was not even contempt.
It is no longer scary, but has an incredible sense of intimacy.[
The ultimate dark sweetness is licking the soul that plays with nothing. On the wedding night, he hugged his wife and looked at his daughter's naked body with his hands, releasing a strong and dangerous pleasure that no desire could match, which was engulfing Rose's mind.
"Then... let the two of you, father and daughter, handle the rest of Mr. Rosse's housework on your own. I still have some housework with my unfilial son to resolve, so I won't disturb you."
The sharp claws holding the throat quietly moved away, and the familiar faint feeling came from the far side of the world. It gradually moved away. The black-haired boy who was not sure what he was doing stood up from the chair and left. There was a thoroughbred coming from outside the door.
The horse's snoring, the old floor groaning under the weight of the weight - the sound of the world, the darkness in front of you are all preparing to leave Rose, and leave this mill.
"Ah. By the way, although the formal legal document procedures have not been completed, it is still my position as a [father]. I have a message for you, Mr. Rosse."
The shadow walking to the door stopped, and in a melodious and brisk voice, he left thoughts or words of admonishment:
"My lady passed away unfortunately because of the gang fraud committed by the fake doctor and her neighbor. Miss Leleko couldn't stand Mr. Rosse's blasphemy and betrayal of others. She chose to commit suicide to atone for your sin out of shame and anger. Now -"
The cheek muscles and corners of the mouth are tilted upward, and the charming crescent-like smile is exactly the same as the sickle dancing in the hand of the God of Death.
"Mr. Rosse, what should you do?"
The elegant smile that sends chills down the spine and goosebumps all over the body does not belong to the God of Death.
Only demons who rebel against the world created by God and praise evil evil will have this devilish smile.
The corners of the miller's mouth were twitching crookedly, and the cracks that could no longer be closed overflowed with drool that reached his chest and wetted his clothes. That mockery negated everything Rosse had done so far. The devil, who had no idea where it came from from beginning to end, had already led his men.
It disappeared from Rose's cloudy retina, and outside the open door, the sun-drenched sky and forest announced that the nightmare in the mill was over, and Rose truly had everything this time.
"Huhhhhhhhhh..."
His wife died a long time ago, and Lai Leke also committed suicide. Maybe he committed suicide, but that's not the case for Rosella.
Nervous laughter leaked out from the leaky hole, and the face that gave out the heterogeneous and crazy laughter was covered with dirty bodily fluids mixed with sweat, tears, snot, and saliva. The gloomy face became more and more sloppy, and there was no possibility of recovery.
While Honkai laughed, Rose stood up and saw it.
【What a blue sky...】
With a completely broken spirit, he miraculously spelled out a shuddering speech that no one in the audience could hear.
[Ah... By the way, Laile is laughing, and the child's mother is waving too.]
In the skewed sensory world that only he could hear and see, a strange yearning for comfort dominated Rose's entire consciousness.
[They are calling me... I have to go quickly... I have to melt into the blue sky quickly, from here...] [
The bloodshot eyes had no focus, looking left and right. Soon, the rings hanging from the beams were reflected in the scattered pupils.
"Isn't this...is there?"
The twitching lips burst out with excitement and joy, and the last bit of rationality was exhausted. Rose walked towards the rope loop that was being blown by the wind that slipped into the mill. The bag in her arms fell to the ground.
Amidst the crisp and sweet sound, Su and Rial - and the accompaniment of silver coins running around, Rose walked straight towards the road that melted into the blue sky...
The dull sound of the stepping object falling to the ground resounded through the mill again. Not only Tyr, but also other elves had a look of deep-down indifference on their faces.
If you explore the nature of the death of life, you will find that it is just a completely consistent universal phenomenon. Of course, in the eyes of intelligent species, the end of life should be given corresponding meanings of different levels and weights due to differences in objects and processes.
Princes and nobles, monks and prostitutes, traffickers and pawns, soldiers and civilians, thieves and thieves - no matter what their status, status, life goals and means of realization they choose, because they work hard to survive, their dying days are also endowed with dignity.
and tranquility.
Rosse does not have such qualifications. Whether it is as a thief, farmer, man, husband, or wife - this guy is just a confused loser, an out-and-out bastard.
Being deceived because of stupidity? Becoming a thief's partner because of poverty? It sounds very helpless and tragic. If you peel off the charcoal to win sympathy, you can find that this man's lifestyle is just to avoid the hardships of life and related responsibilities.
Weight, and then use the excuse of difficulty in living to happily participate in thieves' activities, a cowardly villain who never tires of doing this kind of thing.
——Refugees who really can't live anymore, but embrace the bottom line of human beings and remain reserved. Groups like beggars are hundreds of times more noble than this guy...)