Chapter 336 Haitang's Death in the Past (-)

Chapter 336 Haitang's Death in the Past (-)

The pink flower in the puppet's hand slowly floated up, leaving a faint trace of light in the air.

She gently pressed the control panel next to the nutrient tank, and the glass on the top slowly slid open, revealing the upper body of the coral.

The fairy flower hovered a few inches above Coral's forehead, emitting a soft pink light.

The light is not dazzling, but rather has a reassuring warmth.

The flower rotated slowly, and with every turn, tiny spots of light fell from the petals, like the softest raindrops, landing on Coral's forehead and then blending into her skin.

With the integration of these light spots, the cracks on the coral seemed to become less obvious, and the originally dazzling blue light also became much softer.

The fairy flower continued to spin, releasing more and more points of light.

They formed a pink light curtain that extended from Coral's head to her toes, enveloping her entire body.

There is a peculiar fragrance in the air, not like the fragrance of ordinary flowers, but a purer and more primitive breath, as if it is a gift from the origin of life.

This breath seems to have some special power that can soothe the soul and heal pain.

Just when the pink light was at its strongest, Coral's eyes slowly opened.

Her eyes were dazed and confused, as if she had been forcibly awakened from a deep dream and had not yet fully returned to reality.

She first looked at the ceiling blankly.

Then he slowly focused his gaze on the pink flower floating above his forehead, and finally on the doll standing next to the nutrient tank.

Looking at the pink flower floating in front of her eyes, Coral Xi'an City Shawai was stunned for a moment, then she widened her eyes, her lips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words.

Her expression went from bewildered to shocked to confused.

"you......"

Shanhu's voice was weak and hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time, "You are..."

Seeing Coral suddenly wake up, the doll's movements only paused slightly.

She gracefully extended her right index finger and gently placed it on her lips, making a "hush" gesture.

Those eyes that were always as calm as water now held an elusive depth, as if conveying some secret that only she knew.

"Shh..."

The voice of the puppet was very low, but it was clearly heard by Coral.

"Don't talk, just feel it."

As the doll spoke, the pink flower spun more violently, releasing more points of light.

These spots of light seemed to have life, forming a miniature vortex around the head of the coral.

Coral suddenly felt an unprecedented sleepiness, as if countless invisible hands were pulling at her consciousness, dragging her back into the depths of her dream.

She wanted to struggle, to say something, to understand what was happening.

But her eyelids became extremely heavy and her mind began to become fuzzy.

Watching Coral fall into sleep again, Renouqing's expression softened a little.

She gently reached out her hand and smoothed the few strands of wet hair on Coral's forehead, her movements as gentle as if she was treating a precious work of art.

"Have a good sleep first,"

The voice of the puppet was gentle and calm, "When you wake up, everything will be as beautiful as you expect."

"And all the pain, scars, and suffering that happened to you will become a thing of the past."

Her fingers gently stroked the cracks on Coral's face, and those cracks seemed to fade a little at the moment of contact.

Following these words, Coral's breathing became more even, his facial expression completely relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep.

The pink flower gradually dimmed its light, and finally turned into countless tiny spots of light, completely blending into the coral's body.

The puppet pressed the button on the control panel, and the glass cover of the nutrient tank slowly closed, sealing the corals in the blue nutrient solution again.

She checked the parameters to make sure everything was functioning properly.

Then he nodded slightly, seeming very satisfied with his work.

"Well, it's up to her now,"

The puppet whispered to himself, "The rest depends on your own will to survive."

After confirming the status of the nutrient chamber, the doll quietly left the medical room.

Her footsteps were so light that they made almost no sound, as if she was a ghost walking through the silent corridor.

However, just as she turned a corner, a cold voice suddenly came from the shadows.

"You really like to meddle in other people's business."

The voice was eerily calm, yet it carried a sharp edge that was hard to ignore, like the sound of a knife cutting through silk, gentle yet dangerous.

The doll did not show any surprise or fear. She just paused slightly and slowly turned to look at the source of the sound.

In that dark corner, the End Girl, who was disguised as a friend, was leaning against the wall, looking at her quietly.

"Hmm? Xiaomo, you haven't rested yet so late?"

The tone of the puppet was relaxed, as if he was just chatting with an old friend:

"Wandering alone in the corridor late at night might scare the children."

There was no change in her expression at the end, and her voice was still cold: "I don't need to rest."

Finally, she slowly walked out from the shadow in the corner. The light shone on her through the window in the corridor, outlining a cold silhouette.

Every movement she made was performed with precise force, as if it were a precisely calculated machine.

"Also, Yuanchu, stop trying to change the subject all the time."

The final voice was still calm, but there was a hint of sharp reproach in the tone.

"This trick doesn't work for me."

She stopped in front of the doll, staring at him with her bottomless eyes:

"Please answer my question, why do you always like to meddle in other people's affairs?"

The voice at the end gradually became louder, and the emotions became more intense:

"It is obvious that they caused this disaster themselves, and they should bear the consequences themselves.

They are careless, they are stupid, they are stubborn..."

"But why do they need you to clean up the mess for them in the end? You are not their babysitter, let alone their savior!"

The emotions at the end were rarely revealed, and the long-suppressed dissatisfaction and anger poured out like a volcanic eruption.

Her breathing became rapid and her eyes flashed with anger that was difficult to conceal.

However, facing the final questioning, the doll always maintained a calm smile.

She waited patiently for him to finish speaking, without interrupting or arguing, but just looked at him gently, as if she was looking at a child having a tantrum.

"Yeah, I know I was wrong, so I won't do it again next time."

The voice of the puppet was gentle and perfunctory. It did not directly respond to the question of the end. Instead, it sounded like coaxing a child:

"So, let's go back and rest first. We still have a lot of things to do tomorrow."

As she spoke, she naturally reached out her hand and gently grasped the wrist of the end, guiding him forward gently but in an irresistible manner, as if she were leading a lost child.

"Walk slowly, the lighting in this corridor is not very good. Be careful not to trip over the steps on the ground."

The tone of the puppet was relaxed, as if the serious conversation just now had never happened:

"In fact, I always think that the design of the tower is quite strange, with steps always placed in unexpected places."

In the end, I was a little dizzy from Taoyao's words.

But she reacted quickly, shook off the puppet's hand, and stood there like a nail, motionless.

"Here we go again!"

There was a rare anger in the voice of the End. "I told you not to avoid the issue! Original, you have done too much for them and paid too much. Those fairies and apostles have no idea what you have done. They will never learn their lesson and will only repeat the same mistakes over and over again."

Her voice suddenly became softer, but still firm:

"So why do you take such good care of them? Can't you be selfish for once and think about yourself?"

There was a hint of barely perceptible pain in Zhongmo's eyes, a kind of fragility that was almost perfectly concealed:

"They made you endure so much, but you never knew how to cherish them. They don't deserve it."

After hearing these words, the smile on Renouqing's face gradually disappeared.

Her expression became serious and earnest, but her eyes remained gentle.

She took a deep breath, seeming to think about how to respond to the question.

"Xiao Mo," the voice of the puppet was gentle but firm, "If you watch someone in danger and don't help, you are not Tao Yao."

His expression fluctuated slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

She stared at the doll quietly, as if trying to find more explanations from the other's eyes.

Seeing the still serious expression on the end, that familiar smile appeared on Renouqing's face again.

She reached out her hand again, and this time held the end's hand more firmly.

"Okay, don't be angry,"

The tone of Renko Qing became relaxed and lively, as if he had become a completely different person:

"Let's go back to the house first. I'll give you a little red flower as compensation later, which is prettier and brighter than the last one, okay?"

When he heard this, his eyes widened slightly, and then quickly returned to calm.

The corners of her mouth twitched, as if she was trying hard to suppress some emotion.

"You're trying to fool me with this kind of stuff again!"

There was obvious dissatisfaction in the final voice, but the body was honestly pulled forward by the puppet emotion.

"I'm not a child. I don't need those boring flowers."

Although she said so, her pace kept up with the rhythm of the puppet and she did not break free from the other's hand again.

"You obviously like it very much,"

The doll smiled softly and said, "Didn't you keep the little red flower under your pillow last time? I saw it."

"you!"

In the end, he seemed to want to refute, but then he seemed to think that it was abnormal for him to show it too quickly, so he turned his head away and snorted coldly.

"Whatever you say."

……

A moment later, in the master bedroom on the top floor of the tower.

This is a spacious room with simple yet elegant décor.

The window is very large, taking up almost the entire wall, and overlooking the night view of the entire mechanical capital.

From this height, the flickering lights looked like gems scattered on black velvet, beautiful and distant.

Tao Yao gently pushed the door open and motioned Zhongmo to follow her in.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally followed in. Although her expression was still cold, it was at least a little softer than before in the corridor.

The lighting in the living room of this suite is very warm, a soft orange color that makes people feel comfortable and safe.

Tao Yao walked straight to the sofa and sat down, adjusting the hem of her skirt gracefully.

Then she raised her head and looked at the end standing not far away.

In the end, it still stood straight, like a sword drawn from its sheath, sharp yet cold and distant.