She Is Not a Witch

　　 Both feet were filled with lead, and his chest gasped like a broken bellows. Bud ran back to Grete's cabin again, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.

　　 Someone around opened the door and ran out to put out the fire. This is a big deal. If it is not done, the house here will also be burned.

　　 Before Grete was beaten, the sound was much louder than this. The sound of struggling, insulting, begging for mercy, and the beating lasted for a long time, but it was always so quiet around until the sound of fire fighting came from a distance.

　　 Bud rushed into the small room. The group of people before was no longer in the room. Only Grete was lying in the corner curled up in blood, breathing faintly.

　　 "Sorry Grete! I'm late, I'm a coward."

　　 Looking at Gretel's miserable appearance, Bud burst into tears.

　　 Sitting on the dusty ground with dried blood, Bud carefully supported Grete against the corner of the wall.

　　 At this time, Grete's eyes were swollen and bloody, and he couldn't open it anymore. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't have any strength anymore, and he couldn't even lift his arms.

　　 Bud shook his hand and called his name, trying to cheer him up and take him to the nearby temple. Unfortunately, Gretel couldn't say a word.

　　 Then Bud tried to pick up Grete, but felt that Grete had broken many points on his body and there was an extremely painful expression on his face, so he had to put it down.

　　 Tears flowed silently, and warm tears fell on Grete's wrist, splashing with water stains.

　　Grett seemed to perceive something, his fingers flicked on the palm of Bud's palm, and Bud carefully looked at that finger.

　　 The frail fingers flicked very slowly, as if they were struggling, and they conveyed the last words one by one.

\'do not Cry. \'

　　 After finishing the stroke, Grete's wish was gone, and he slowly stopped breathing, and his body became colder, getting colder and colder, and no longer had the temperature of life.

On the other side of Hopelander, I am still immersed in the festive atmosphere. Even at night, many of the shops are still open. The aroma of barbecue, orange lights, lively noise, and shopping tourists are flooding the city center. Street alleys.

　　 "Lacy, don't rush home, there will be a show later." Lan Lier pulled Lexi and stopped in front of a booth selling shells, and there was a black-haired and brown-skinned girl standing next to her.

　　 "Well, there will be fireworks later."

　　 "Lingxin, don't tell me, there is no sense of expectation anymore." Lan Lier whispered.

　　 Seems to be aware of something, Lorrain Hill got up and looked at the sky in the distance.

　　 "What's wrong, Lacey?"

　　 "I think of something else, I'm afraid I can't watch the fireworks with you."

　　 The blue and transparent pupils were hidden in the shadow of the hood, Lorrain Hill bid farewell to the two girls beside him, then turned and left.

　　 The ring tone looked thoughtfully at the direction where Lorrain Hill had left, and at this moment a friend's inquiry sounded next to him.

　　 "What happened to the ringtone?"

　　 "It's nothing, by the way, how did you know this Miss Lacey."

　　 "It was introduced by Tirela sister, at the time...she was..."

　　 "This way, that's good, because she is so powerful, maybe you can't beat her."

　　 "No ringtone, I'm Sequence 5, Little Lacey only has Sequence 3 at most." Lan Lier didn't believe it.

　　 "You will know later."

boom--

boom--

　　 With a few soft sounds coming from afar, colorful fireworks rose slowly in the night sky, like stars rising from the earth, blooming in the sky with colorful colors.

　　The colorful stars bloom as huge streamers, and the scattered light dots are slick, and like golden rain falling from the sky, the empty night sky suddenly becomes lively.

　　 The residents and tourists in the city stopped and watched at this time, and bursts of laughter, blessings, and prayers sounded in the crowd.

　　 Then more fireworks rose from the ground, and the magnificent and beautiful scenery unfolded in the night sky of Hopeland like a picture scroll.

　　 Gorgeous fireworks continue to rise and bloom, reflecting the dark alleys.

　　 A young boy holding his friend’s cold body walking on an uninhabited street, his hands are heavy and sore, and the excitement in the distance is so far away, as if in two worlds.

The tears on 　　's face slowly dried up in the night breeze. He walked slowly through the deep alleys, trying to bury his friends on the hillside by the sea.

　　 A small canal crossed the edge of the city, and Bud staggered onto a small bridge.

　　 The fireworks in the distance rose, reflecting the bridge surface, and sprinkled waves of light on the quiet water surface of the creek. Under the cold firelight, the figure of the young man was faint and very lonely.

　　 There was a slight sound of footsteps in front of him, and a slender figure appeared on the opposite side of the bridge. Gray boots were paired with a black hooded gown. The long pale golden hair protruded from the cap, and was plated with a faint silver layer by moonlight.

　　 Then the footsteps stopped.

Lorrain Hill looked at the deja vu boy in front of him. His eyes were mournful, and his hands were holding a body that had lost its temperature. Behind him, in the distance, there was black smoke and fire, and he could hear people from time to time. Shouting.

　　 "Still, are you late?"

　　 Looking at this cowardly boy before, she sighed softly, and she already had a lot of guesses in her heart.

Bud looked at the girl who had helped him on the bridge. He stopped for a while, and finally couldn't bear the weight with his hands. He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, but his eyes blinked desperately to prevent a tear from falling~www.wuxiaspot .com~ Lorraine Hill looked at the teenager quietly, and after a long time, the choking and sobbing slowly stopped.

　　 "Are you sent by the gods to save me?" Bud raised his head and looked at the black-robed girl in front of him.

　　 "But why not save my friend."

　　 "Why, why does the hero in the story always appear last?"

　　 "Aren't you a hero? Why can't you save everyone!"

　　 He seemed to question Lorrain Hill, and he seemed to vent his own anger, angry with his cowardice and incompetence.

　　 Although the teenager might not really ask himself, Lorrain Hill still gave an answer.

　　 "I'm sorry, I am not a hero, nor can I save everyone."

　　 "In other words, expecting the hero to save everything is a very sad thing."

　　In various legends, everyone is always happy to hear a certain brave or hero step forward to defeat the evil villain and save everything. They place their hopes and wishes on others, but they are content with the status quo and dare not change.

　　 Lorrain Hill stood at the top of the bridge, quietly listening to the narration of the boy, telling the short life of his good friend Grete.

　　 "Why wait forever instead of standing up by yourself?"

　　 Looking at the cowardly boy, Lorrain Hill spoke again, just like the alley outside the restaurant that day.

　　 "Why do people always place their hopes on others, and would rather pray to emptied gods, hide in a corner and complain about yourself, waiting for the nobles you encounter, than take a step on your own."

　　 "When will you become your hero?"

　　 Under the cold moonlight, the girl took off the hood on her head, her silver hair was dancing in the air, and her bright red and transparent pupils looked directly at the shocked boy.