C1 Not Dead

The night was as dark as ink, and the sound of rain could be heard continuously. The weather was slightly cold in late spring, making it seem like a leisurely season. However, there was something unusual about the tranquility and stability of the place.

A black shadow quickly flashed by the tall wall and landed on a large tree inside the wall. It then blended with the darkness of the night. The rain continued to fall without end, bringing with it sadness and loneliness.

The black shadow on the tree did not budge as it watched the movement inside the courtyard.

Inside the house, the flickering light looked like it wanted to say something shameful.

"Your highness, don't do it ~" Her sweet voice was filled with the gentleness of a woman.

"Lian'er," the man's hand wandered over the woman in his embrace. "Didn't you say you liked me the most?" The man smiled.

"Prince, you're bad!" The woman protested coquettishly and shyly lowered her head. "You only know how to bully me …" However, his hands moved and coiled around the man's neck, causing his clothes to slowly peel off, revealing his fragrant shoulders, and his eyes to be entangled.

"Hahaha!" The man laughed out loud and tore off the clothes of the woman who was in his way. "I'll love my Lian now …"

The candlelight flickered. Through the window, one could see the vague silhouettes intertwined together. The seductive sounds were layer after layer, and the panting sounds were overshadowed by waves. It was especially tempting in the cold rainy night.

Time slowly passed, the candle flame went out, but the sound of rain gradually grew louder.

In the blink of an eye, it fell from the sky into a room filled with spring light. Before the people in the room could clearly see who it was, the person's face was cut off, the man who had lost his life was thrown off the bed, and the beautiful woman on the bed had instantly put away her charming appearance. She casually pulled on a thin shirt.

"Mo Ya, you did well, but …" The woman let out a whistle, and a few dark guards rushed out and surrounded the target.

Mo Ya's expression didn't change at all. It was cold and indifferent. He was dressed in black with the loneliness of the night. His slightly lowered eyebrows made it hard for others to see the hidden meaning in his black clothes.

"If you join me, I think you might be able to stay alive," the woman slowly walked to Mo Ya's side. "And you know, I treat you …" The woman's slender white fingers slowly slid across Mo Ya's face. Her full and soft chest rubbed against the body of the person in front of her. The lotus tattoo that was faintly discernible on her chest was especially enchanting.

As long as Mo Ya lowered his head, he would be able to see the seductive scene of her soft breasts being half-revealed. However, Mo Ya's gaze never landed on any part of the woman in front of him.

It was ice-cold and cold, bringing with it the solemnity of the night.

The woman saw that the person in front of her was indifferent, and her face was filled with exasperation. "Why are you so stubborn?"

Mo Ya didn't move an inch, and his deep eyes were full of unseeable gloom and serenity.

"You, don't force me!" The sharp voice of a woman,

However, the person in front of him remained silent and motionless.

The woman grabbed Mo Ya's hand and pressed it to her chest, "Don't you feel anything for me?" His full chest trembled with the intensity of his words.

Mo Ya pulled back his hand and stayed silent.

"Then why did you save me back then?"

"The prince ordered." The man in front of him finally explained in a light, emotionless tone.

"Hahaha..." The woman laughed, her eyes filled with despair, "I should have known earlier, how could the people from the Black Gate have any feelings for each other, they are a bunch of lunatics who only know how to kill! Madman! Hahaha … "They're all crazy!"

"Kill him." The woman said lightly, then turned around resolutely.

Mo Ya wasn't surprised by the woman's words at all, as if he had already expected this to happen.

The surrounding people drew their swords, Mo Ya flew out of the door in the blink of an eye, and the guards followed him out into the woods.

The atmosphere was bleak, and the sound of rain could be heard.

Blades flashed and shadows appeared. The surroundings emitted a gloomy aura. The blades sliced through the air and raised the blades. Whoosh! Whoosh! A ball of black mist charged over and dissipated into tens of thousands of shadows. The sword and the sword collided and a crisp sound spread out …

The rain got heavier and heavier as it washed away the leaves, making rustling sounds. One person was surrounded by several people, and with a stab to his chest, the tip of his sword was pulled out.

Suddenly, a gale swept by, the leaves wailed in the wind, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the night sky changed drastically. The entire forest shook, thunder and lightning resounded through the sky, breaking through the night sky, lighting up the sky in an instant.

"Mo Ya — — Mo Ya — —" An anxious call came from afar.

His ears were dizzy and his consciousness blurred.

A long time passed.

"Let's go, the movie is going to start soon. It's all your fault for making me wait so long …" A clear sound was heard.

"Aiya, don't be angry. I'll take you to eat a big meal later …"

"Hurry up!"

When Mo Ya tried to open his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar environment.

Light and shadow intertwined, blurring the boundaries of reality.

The surroundings were filled with people wearing weird clothes. The noisy noise made Mo Ya frown. He stood up and looked at his own clothes again. He didn't understand.

He was still lost in his thoughts.

Taking a few steps forward, he felt as if his steps were floating and his body was extremely weak.

So thirsty.

However, everything around him made Mo Ya uneasy. What exactly was going on here? Why did he suddenly come to this strange environment when he was clearly going to die?

Very noisy.

It was all a mess.

There were a lot of people.

And people were wearing completely different clothes from his own. Mo Ya looked at the people around him and then looked at the clothes he was wearing. He was confused.

Mo Ya looked up at the sky. The sun was a bit dazzling.

Mo Ya walked slowly. He wanted to ask people what exactly this place was, but he found out that the people around him couldn't see him. They didn't react at all when he spoke to them.

Why is that?

Mo Ya stood on the street and watched the pedestrians coming and going. He was confused.

He accepted the order to infiltrate Ning Xiaoyao's estate to assassinate his prince, then discovered that the person hiding by Ning Wang's side was someone from the Lotus Garden. At that time, he already knew that he was probably going to lose his life. Why did he …

Mo Ya touched his chest subconsciously. There was no blood or pain, but he could clearly feel a scar.

Mo Ya didn't know where he was going.

So thirsty.

Mo Ya walked for a while and then sat down on a bench under a big tree. It was still very noisy and unfamiliar around him.

After a while a man passed in front of him and unscrewed a small jar. The jar hissed and the man raised his head to drink.

Mo Ya didn't know what the thing in his hand was, but he was sure it was drunk, and that person's expression was very satisfied.

Mo Ya looked at the man gulping and then sighing in satisfaction. Then he casually threw the small jar into the box beside him. Mo Ya looked at the small jar lying quietly inside and the man walked away quickly.

So thirsty.

He really wanted to drink water.

"Hey, are you thirsty?" A clear and melodious voice came from a youth.

Mo Ya looked up towards the voice and saw a teenager looking at him with a smile. His eyes were beautiful like Hsinghsing in the night sky, bright and bright. Mo Ya looked at the person in front of him, feeling a little lost.

"Are you thirsty?" The youth continued to ask.

Mo Ya nodded slowly.

As if he had expected this, the man smiled and took out his hand from behind him, smiling as he said, "Here, this is for you. I saw you just now. You must be thirsty to be staring at me while I drink the cola." As he spoke, he handed the ice lemonade in his hand to Mo Ya.

Mo Ya looked at him, then looked at the thing in his hands.

"I'm just giving it to you. I have it myself, look." As he spoke, he waved the exact same iced lemonade in his other hand.

Mo Ya hesitated.

"Take it." The teenager pushed the water into Mo Ya's hand and then sat beside Mo Ya.

Mo Ya's body stiffened. Perhaps the thing in his hand was really cold, or maybe it was because no one had ever stayed so far away from him.

The teenager bit the straw and looked at Mo Ya, "Why aren't you drinking?" As he said that, he took the thing in Mo Ya's hand, broke the lid of the plastic cup with the straw, and handed it to Mo Ya, "Drink it, it's so hot today..."

Mo Ya looked at the young man, bit the straw and started drinking.

Cold and refreshing, sour and sweet, very comfortable …

"Did you go for a walk?" The teenager turned his head to look at Mo Ya and asked with curved eyes.

Mo Ya was puzzled. He looked at the teenager and tried to distinguish the meaning behind his words.

"Hey, who are you talking about? It looks really cool. " The kid bit the straw.

Mo Ya didn't understand and didn't know what to say either.

"I've seen you since you walked over. You're very handsome. The girls over there were all looking at you just now. Hahaha …" The youth smiled brightly.

Mo Ya didn't completely understand what the youth was saying, but seeing how happy the youth was smiling, the corner of his mouth curled up in a dazzling manner. However, he felt that the uneasiness in his heart lessened as he continued to quietly drink the ice lemon in his hand.

"Sigh, it's so hot today …" The teenager said as he turned to look at Mo Ya, "Are you hot? Do you need to change clothes? "

Mo Ya paused and shook his head.

"Eh? Can't you talk? " The youth suddenly said with a worried expression.

Mo Ya was silent. He understood that sentence, but how should he say it? What if his words were exposed? Mo Ya looked down at the cold water in his hand.

The youth lowered his head and lowered his eyes. In the youth's eyes, this was a kind of "self-abasement due to not being able to speak" look. The youth then became embarrassed and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I don't know. Can you hear me?"

Mo Ya looked at the young man's guilty expression and paused for a moment before he nodded.

"Oh, that's good." The teenager seemed to be relieved. He smiled, went close to Mo Ya's ear and covered it with his hand, "Let me tell you a small secret. Actually, I …"

As the teenager whispered into Mo Ya's ear, his warm breath sprayed onto Mo Ya's ear. Mo Ya's body stiffened up as he was used to being on guard, but he was quickly surrounded by Mo Ya's unique aura and relaxed.

"That's it. You can't tell others." His eyes were as cunning as Hsinghsing's.

Mo Ya paused and nodded.

The breeze blew gently, and the branches of the willow tree above his head swayed gently. The slightly cold air slowly spread to the corners of his mouth.

"Sigh, the carriage is here. I'm leaving." The youth stood up and said.

Mo Ya followed the youth's gaze, but was caught off guard by the youth's turn to look back. The youth smiled brilliantly, "I'm leaving, farewell." As he said that, he waved towards Mo Ya and strode forward.

Mo Ya looked at the departing figure of the youth and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. It was only when the youth had completely disappeared did Mo Ya suddenly remember that no one else could see him. But how could that person see him? Moreover, he had no doubt that he was dressed differently from others. Why was this so? Some of what he had just said he did not understand.

Mo Ya sat on the chair and pondered. Another person sat on the chair and Mo Ya tried to talk to that person, but it was obvious that that person couldn't see or hear Mo Ya at all. Mo Ya was indifferent to any of Mo Ya's actions, not even seeing the lemonade cup in Mo Ya's hand.

Mo Ya's heart slowly sunk. He held the empty plastic cup in his hand and didn't know what to do.

Mo Ya was still reminiscing from the young man's smiling appearance. That crafty smile, that "you can't tell anyone else" and that young man's secret that he had secretly whispered to him.

Mo Ya sat quietly on the bench. He didn't know where to go, but as night came up, the street was lit up with lights. Neon lights were flashing, making Mo Ya feel unfamiliar and uneasy.

"You … Where did you come from? " Suddenly, a black shadow appeared on the tree beside Mo Ya. A deep voice sounded from the branch above Mo Ya's head.

Mo Ya was shocked. This sound somehow made him feel danger. His body subconsciously tensed up and he quickly stood up, looking up at the source of the sound.

"Haha …" The man laughed deeply and said, "Seems like you are quite skilled." It was clearly a smile, but his voice was so cold that it was frightening.

"You will need me, because only I can help you now," the man said slowly.

Mo Ya was surprised for a moment, then stared at the person on the tree and asked, "Who are you?" A faint and cold voice.

"We are all people who don't belong to this world, and there are people like us in this world." There was a hint of loneliness in the voice of the person on the tree.

"What are you trying to do?" Mo Ya was still on guard.

"I'm here to help you," the person said with a smile. "It's up to you if you're willing or not …"

On a lonely night, the moon hung high in the sky, clear and cold. Only after falling into someone's heart would they be willing to accept it.