"If you die, he will dominate the world. If you live, he will definitely die." Cold words lingered in his ears.
I bit my lip, my face turned pale.
Finally, I nodded: "Okay, I'll die."
"Oh no, no, no, it's not that simple. You must be killed by him." A sarcastic smile rippled on that familiar face.
His hands began to tremble, and inadvertently, the sword in his hand fell down, making a crisp sound that echoed in the quiet valley.
"The only way," he sneered, "is to make him hate you, and then kill you with his own hands."
The valley repeated his words, over and over again.
After a long while, I said tremblingly: "Okay!"
My heart was completely torn the moment I said that word.
Reader comments
Has the temperature started to cool down in the author's place? Ma is a little nauseous/I heard the song "That's it" some time ago and I think it's quite touching.
Has the temperature started to cool down in the author's place? Ma is a little nauseous/I heard the song "That's it" some time ago and I think it's quite touching.