It's a record of comics I've read before. It's not an original story. It's purely about looking at the pictures. Should it be considered a running account of copying?
One
He looked up at her, beautiful, delicate, with brilliant and luxurious blond hair, like a flower in the wind. Such a beautiful person has terrifying abilities like a devil. But he knew that she was so kind, and she didn't even take the lives of those people just now.
As long as she is here, he will be safe... General Hei no longer has to worry about his wealth.
He said with relief: "No, it doesn't need to be guarded here. If you want to take a nap here, then take a nap here. I can't help but ask for it."
"That way I... Will never have to kill anyone to make you unhappy." He saw the witch smile, and her beautiful face instantly eclipsed the sky and the earth.
She is really charming, he thought.
So Erdon sat down close to the witch and joked with her: "It would be great if I could be with the witch while guarding the tomb."
But the witch flattened her lips with disdain and said, "Go, didn't I tell you that you will be punished if you wake me up?"
The two of them sat on the wall, like a couple leaning on each other, and the setting sun stretched their shadows long. What a beautiful picture.
……
Two
He reached out and touched the little girl's dry hair and said, "Put them close to your body."
He opened his pink lips, looked at her with gentle eyes and said: "In the scorching heat of the day and the cold climate of the night, the thing that can maintain a constant temperature is the human body temperature. Therefore, in the desert, there is nothing better than your body to protect the cocoon and keep it hydrated."
The princess's eyes were shining with hope and she asked: "Is what you said true?"
His blond hair was spread brilliantly, his gentle blue eyes roamed on her face, and he said with a smile: "I'm telling the truth!"
……
Three
The god turned his back to his brothers, threw back his long sleeves, and said: "Don't come here one by one, and don't follow them!"
He cried silently in his heart, threw himself on the horse's back, and let the wind ruffle his golden hair. His hair was flying messily in the sky, and the wind whistling by his ears seemed to be crying for him.
He thought sadly: I have never touched a single hair on her body, never touched her cheek once, never touched her shoulder once, never touched her lips once...
I have never touched it!
His precious person and memory were easily wiped out by a few humble humans!
He recalled the eyes that looked so much like his mother's, the lips that were as beautiful as flowers, and the face that was bright because of her smile.
I remember that in the distant past, my mother looked at him with her beautiful and gentle eyes and stroked the top of his head.
It is a distant past that cannot be touched and cannot be recalled, passing by in memory. No matter how I search in my memory, my thoughts are almost out of reach, like an illusory struggle. Burst like a bubble!
Cover: Special thanks to Blueberry Yogurt
Concept: There are dimensional walls between humans and gods!
