He Comes From the Void

"murderous look?"

Kahn took the petals away instantly, but the scent had already entered his nostrils.

He began to feel dizzy, completely unaware that the petals in his hand had taken on a new color.

A painful memory automatically appeared in his mind. A pair of eyes suddenly woke up, only to notice that the snow lily vines that had turned into blonde hair had wrapped around his limbs, and the barbs on the vines pierced deeply into the flesh to suck blood.

A net of thorns and vines woven by Moon Rose descended from the sky, wrapping itself tightly. Their leaves are as sharp as a knife and cut to the skin, and the thick flower stems surround the head, neck, muzzle and cover the mouth.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman, watching him being dragged into the flowers with flickering eyes, but he never extended a helping hand, allowing himself to be swallowed by the flowers.

A movement in the depths of the flower bushes awakened Kahn. He saw that the petals in his hand had changed from gold to the color of white snow, and immediately threw it out of his hand. He looked down at his feet again, and found that there were no flower vines entangled with each other's legs, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Kahn, with lingering fears, recalled what he saw just now, as if he was in a strange southern rainforest, standing there and muttering: "Just now... I seem to have seen another person's memory? He was eaten by these snow lilies? The sense of substitution is too strong Kai'Sa...KaSa?"

When he was wondering why Kai'Sa didn't wake him up, he turned his head and saw Kai'Sa was holding a snow lily in her hand, her beautiful cheek was buried in it, and the facial lines on her cheeks were like growing stamens. in the fragrance of flowers.

Although the picture was beautiful, Kahn didn't dare to look at it for a second. He tried a few times to wake up Kaisha, but he couldn't wake up Kaisha. Her face took a hard breath.

This immediately woke her up, and she stared at him blankly with wide eyes, as if she couldn't remember who the person in front of her was for a while.

"Kan..." Some things engraved in DNA can never be forgotten, and she immediately remembered Kahn's name.

"This flower is weird." Kahn warned her with a cold face. The flower he threw on the ground was slowly turning white, like a piece of drawing paper that was broken by Kaisha after the color ink was taken away. Terrible sap oozes from the broken stem.

"You also saw the message in Huaxiang?" Kai'Sa asked.

"Well, I can see it very clearly." Kahn said what he saw: "These snow lilies can eat people, I have seen it with my own eyes... I even experienced it myself once."

"They will devour the memory first, and if the person doesn't get away in time, they will eat people again." Kaisha corrected: "But don't worry so much, they have become very weak, and they don't have the strange ability that they had when they were strong. "

Her words were unexpected, and he looked at her in surprise: "Did you see anything else?"

"Maybe it's because I took a whole flower." She picked up the flower that Kahn had thrown away earlier, with a flash of love in her eyes: "What I saw was part of the memory of a woman who belonged to the garden. The Caregiver, often called the Mystic Eater, the Forsaken, or the Witch Gardener."

Kahn's eyes widened slightly, and he recalled more details about the woman watching from his memory... Arms entwined with flowers and vines, a wrinkled face like bark, and an unpredictable expression on his face.

While he was still trying to remember, Kai'Sa beside him had already started talking on his own.

"This garden is called Wangyou. The snow lilies here will eat human memories. As long as you breathe into the flowers and think about the memories you want to discard in your mind, those memories will be eaten by the flowers. return. And the gardener's duty is not only to take care of the garden, but also to warn the visitors to beware of these beautiful traps, and to guide them on how to properly forget their bad memories."

"But since the flames of war have spread in this land, the magic of this garden has gradually withered, and the flowers have become lifeless."

Kaisha looked at Kahn with a sudden smile: "If you have any painful memories that need to be forgotten, don't miss them."

"I didn't." Kahn hugged Kaisha: "Every moment with you is beautiful."

Kai'Sa said the previous words in the attitude of a gardener, which made Kahn very panic for a while, thinking that he would lose the original Kai'Sa. And the smile in the back was Kaisha's own, which made Kahn so excited that he couldn't help but hug her tightly.

"Don't be like this, someone is watching." Kai'sa blushed and whispered in Kahn's ear.

"Which direction?" Cain was vigilant, and Kahn slowly withdrew his hand without leaving a trace, only to hear Kaisha add: "It's just a harmless elf, she is the current gardener of this garden. I also Don't know where she is, but she must be watching us somewhere."

"Sneaky." Kahn muttered.

"Let's get out of here and don't bother people. She's shy and it makes her nervous."

"Okay." Kahn thought for a while and nodded.

There was nothing they wanted here, and it was too reckless to enter someone else's territory and sleep in a stately manner, which was not his style at all.

With a shy face, after the two of them had completely stepped out of the garden, they poked out from behind a big tree in the center of the garden, watching their backs that were about to disappear. On the top of Sen Ling's head was a shy flower bud, and his four hooves were waving nervously.

...

Part of the memory that Kaisha saw was about the surrounding terrain. Although he didn't know how many years had passed, it somehow pointed out a way for them.

Leaving Wangyou Garden, according to the gardener's memory, they came to a village at the foot of the mountain.

It was already late at night, and they knocked on the doors of several farmers before they found a family willing to take them in for the night. Because of their vigilance, they were housed in a barn and not living inside the house.

But Kahn is already very grateful. There is a barn that can withstand the mountain wind at night, and the farmer also brought blankets to keep out the cold. It is indispensable to be defensive, and he would do the same.

They cleaned the barn with ready-made tools, laid hay bales again, and then lay comfortably on it, snuggling together under the cover of the booth.

Listening to the sound of insects and frogs at night, holding my beloved in my arms, everything is perfect except that the haystack under me is a little scratchy.

In the early morning of the next day, Kahn woke up to the crisp sound of swords.

He opened his eyes, looked at the still bright sky outside the window, frowned and murmured: "Who is practicing sword so early in the morning?"

By the time he wiped off the dirt on his face, Kaisha had already woken up. Kahn let her comb her hair in the barn, and went outside to see the situation by himself.

Unexpectedly, he saw an acquaintance.