[BaizaoKe] A reunion without follow-up

【白造克】一次没有后续的重逢

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Author: 愚者教会大主教 (UID: 5)

Posted on 2021-8-10 11:44:24

CP: Other right

Article Type: Original

Warning: Death of a major character/bloody description 

*Klein = Godly Lord

*Private Bai Zao used to herd miracle workers and had the ability to project history. He pulled a mysterious projection, and Tianzun deceived the rules to bring the consciousness of the past to the future to help Bai Zao.

*A small amount of original references are borrowed

"We meet again, Mysterious."

Klein didn't say anything. He looked at the top of the church, then at the dust-free ground, and thought, it would be better if I assumed you didn't remember.

He was silent for a second to prepare himself mentally, then looked into Adam's pale eyes that seemed to be free of any impurities and said:

"Are you the ancient sun god?"

"Don't you think that among the eight angel kings, the audience is the most special one?"

Klein criticized this by name, "You have become more of a charlatan than before."

Adam maintained a pastor's warm smile and sat next to Klein, staring at the huge cross hundreds of meters high in front of him.

Klein pondered, "You awakened when you became a 'Dreamer'?"

"No." Adam answered gently, "When I fell and the 'real' was born."

Klein was speechless. He had never thought that "He" had planned this far and even fooled himself. Was He really worthy of being Amon's father? The great Mr. Fool obviously did not count himself as one of Amon's fathers, and refused to take responsibility for Amon's character that was based on his characteristics.

"So 'Adam' is what you got when you drank the potion." Klein accused the unscrupulous old father of "selling his son for fame and fortune."

"If you think so, it's not impossible." Adam said in a steady voice, "He is indeed the life I created using the magic potion."

"It's the same with Medici?" Klein suddenly felt a little sympathy for Him. He looked down at the blood-stained cross stake that seemed impossible to ignore. He felt that the difference between him and Medici was only half a catty and eight taels.

Adam said calmly:

"It's a necessary sacrifice."

Klein stroked the bloody cross stake stuck in his chest and felt the wound hurt even more. There really was no difference at all.

Adam looked down at the cross pendant hanging on his chest and said nothing, considerately giving Klein time to think independently. As for whether the dreamers knew what Klein was thinking, only they knew.

Klein sighed, and with his left thumb he ran to Adam's clenched right hand and covered it. The fortune teller's small hand was obviously not able to compete with the dragon's power. It was more like lazily resting it on the dragon, relying on the master's tacit consent to show off his power.

Adam stretched out his left hand and grasped the silver cross pendant on his chest. He looked forward and ignored Klein's chaos.

The two of them chatted about mystical knowledge, and the atmosphere was as harmonious as that of a family, if you ignore the two hands on the seats that played a very important role.

The master who had risen from a fortune teller thief apprentice was obviously not going to be obedient. His slender little finger passed over the stable thumb and gently scratched Adam's palm, warning him not to mess around with the four fingers that were gathered. Klein succeeded in exchanging one for five, and the remaining four fingers acted recklessly and were suppressed one after another - trapped in Adam's hand with ten fingers interlocked, "He" consciously took over the task of guarding.

You should, Klein glanced at Adam, whose expression was still calm. The fortune teller who had maxed out his skills in strange aspects had only the right to remain silent in the face of pure power suppression. He silently tightened his five fingers, trying to absorb the warmth from Adam's large and warm palm to make up for the heat lost by his blood loss, and his silent heartbeat began to revive.

He suddenly asked, "What kind of humanity have you woven into my secret doll?"

Adam looked over his head, his eyes clear, "He is too tired, he wants to rest, he wants to be free, even if it's only for a few seconds."

Klein felt like he had crashed into a clear pond, sinking into it without causing any waves. The Dead Sea can obviously support people to float, so why would I crash into your dark and chaotic sea and be unable to get out?

Klein paused, stared at Adam's face carefully, and asked in a low voice:

"You only have divinity left?"

Adam's expression didn't change at all, he just replied calmly: "Yes."

"I am complete only when I am one with the 'real'."

I was wondering, how come you, a stinky man who smokes and drinks, have changed so much? If it were in the past, you would definitely laugh at your pious appearance. Klein didn't know how many times he sighed today. He missed the way He used to be.

Fate had unexpectedly experienced a slight change. Perhaps it was time. Klein stared at Adam and thought for a moment before making a decision to pay Adam for his generous gift of mystical knowledge in an unexpected way. Breaking his plan was still so fun.

The audience's intuition reminded Adam that Klein was approaching, and He unexpectedly did not choose to read Klein's heart. He finally took his eyes off the tall cross and slowly turned his head.

His soft lips fell on His lips buried in his beard. He always found His lips so accurately, just like the countless kisses before.

"Although writers are good at arranging fate," Adam saw him blink, his bright eyes were still as gentle as in his memory, the look he was most familiar with. The Creator has a full view of everything, but it is not as good as the only star in the wilderness, just like you are the only one in my eyes.

"You can't compare to me who fools fate and cheats on the rules." He laughed, and it was very beautiful.

Adam was fully aware of the sequence of events that were about to take place, that he would escape, and that this was the destiny He had woven for him.

Adam could only hold Klein's hand tightly and not hope for the next unexpected encounter.

Klein's broken body left a pool of blood on the ground, on the chair, in the Church of Bones, in the Kingdom of God of Adam the Visionary, in the palms of his hands, and in his heart.

Adam clenched his right hand, blood escaping from between his fingers, and he didn't know who it belonged to.

Klein's soft sighs still echoed here.

He heard him say:

"I love you."

The peach blossoms in heaven are blooming again, and there is no one in the empty kingdom of God.