Between Arrays

Introduction: It's snowing. The tiles shattered under Si Shiyuan's feet, and the snowflakes withered, not caring. He moved on the ridge of the roof so fast that he couldn't see clearly. Only the black figure could be seen sliding forward along the ridge of the house. I saw another figure, who also jumped down from the top of the mountain and landed in the same position. The figure at the back did not pursue him any further. He slowed down and could see some figures. I saw a circle of black cloth around his cloak that reached to his waist, and his hair was also mixed in it. A corner of the black cloth was lifted by the wind, showing a face from the ancient Western Regions. Although his appearance was young, his eyes had a sense of the vicissitudes of time. With a quick movement of his elbow, the cloak was slung on his back, and the long black cloth fell off. The pupils were originally black, but turned red after he closed and opened them again. He put his left hand against his chest and moved his upper and lower lips quickly. Suddenly, this power fell from the sky, and the red and black flowing light stretched towards Si Shiyuan. As soon as Si Shiyuan took a few steps, he suddenly stopped where he was. He wanted to move, but his body was out of control. His eyes were red, his sharp teeth were exposed, and he couldn't move at all. The open black shirt was blown up by the force, and snowdrops fell on his chest, but he didn't care at all. This black-red power looks violent and powerful. It is a more powerful vampire controlling the mind. Si Shiyuan wanted to close his eyes so that he would not be completely controlled. And the vampire seemed to know what he was thinking, and walked up to him quickly, faster than a shadow. The vampire stared directly at Si Shiyuan and did not give Si Shiyuan a chance to speak. He moved his lips, his accent had a flavor of the Western Regions, and he muttered the secret language of the Western Regions quickly in a low voice. "No... Don't." Si Shiyuan tried hard to close his eyes so as not to be controlled, but in the end only his lips could make a sound. The moving lips were stained black by this power, exposing flesh and blood. He still wanted to break away from this power, but was unable to resist. This is not a request, this is a command. My people, forget the people you love most, forget everything you have experienced, and you will not remember it until the day you should remember it. Si Shiyuan's body slowly relaxed, and the black-red power became no longer violent, but became smaller and smaller, penetrating into his body. When the black-red power gradually faded away, he put on the cloak again. Si Shiyuan fell down weakly. The man in the cloak caught Si Shiyuan. Then, he carried Si Shiyuan on his shoulders. The figure carrying a man on his shoulders quickly disappeared into the valley. The snow is falling harder. Below the main hall, above the long steps. "It's done." The ethereal voice of the God of Regions said, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad. He slowly walked down the long steps. Lying on the blue water bed was He Chenxue. He was as still as sleeping, as if he had a thousand kilograms of weight tied around his waist and could not get up. A few snowflakes fell, and one fell right between his eyebrows. He slowly closed his eyes, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He was just waiting for the next move from the God of Regions. The footsteps coming down the steps seemed to be getting closer. He Chenxue thought of the time when she was seven years old. [When I was seven years old. I'm sick. It feels like I just had a dream, dreaming about a brother. My parents said that I was seriously ill and sent me to my grandparents' house in Shanyan Town. From then on, my restart of life began. ] Intention: Look