Chapter 392: Eternal Rondo (Part )

"Da da da."

Purple Rememberer's high heels played beautiful music on the crystal glazed floor.

"Who are you waiting for?"

What caught my eye were soft, peach-like thin lips, which opened slightly, extending an invitation to the ranger sitting in the seat.

Under the focus of the light, the face of the person remembering looks particularly charming.

In Huang Quan’s unclear memory, the woman in front of him was the most beautiful one he had ever seen. She was so beautiful that she couldn’t help but start to think of something - "things that cannot be remembered."

The lone ranger shook his head woodenly, without any extra thoughts in his mind, nor did he think about what would happen next.

"Then...do you want to dance with me?"

The black silk glove connected to the arm drew a trace across the charming lips and slowly fell in front of Huang Quan.

Perhaps it was an unconscious reaction, perhaps it was just curiosity in his heart, or perhaps he couldn't think of any reason to refuse at the moment, so the ranger responded to the invitation.

Two hands held together, accompanied by just the right music...

The dance begins.

.....................

"I've been eyeing her for a long time, and tonight is the first invitation."

When the Black Swan saw the person he was holding hands with, ripples appeared in his heart.

As a rememberer, she has her own unique "memory aesthetics".

She would not deliberately explore or change other people's memories, but would regard everyone's memory as an undiscovered treasure.

If there is no need, never ask.

But she had to admit that among this vast sea of ​​stars, there were some memories that she didn't want to miss no matter what.

For some people, memories are just a habit to kill time when they are bored, but for those who remember, memories are treasures that shine like stars one after another.

Even if it's just a glance, even if exploring other people's memories is not a safe thing.

Fortunately, as a rememberer, she still has some skills.

Until now, in her journey of pursuing memories as precious as gems, she has almost never deviated from the track, and never failed.

Dancing together is not the purpose of Black Swan. As a rememberer, she uses the power of the Memory Star God to swim freely in the sea of ​​memories. The body of the meme has become her support for escaping from any dangerous environment.

The elegant and intellectual violin sound is melodious and relaxing, just like the Black Swan's mood at the moment.

The black swan's hands affectionately slid across the exposed skin of Huang Quan's arms. The touch of skin to skin was ambiguous and stimulating enough even in a dream.

With his hands sliding across the purple light of a dream bubble, the Black Swan used his own ability, the ability that belongs only to the "Rememberer".

Huang Quan did not resist, which made the corners of Black Swan's mouth rise a little more.

The black swan began to guide Huang Quan's footsteps, and Huang Quan seemed to find this experience very novel. He remained silent, feeling the atmosphere of the moment.

The lights silently focused on the two of them, light, elegant, and intimate. Their movements were just like a pair of swans, freely stretching their graceful bodies in the lake. Their most intuitive and essential temperament alone was enough to make them stand out from the crowd.

However, things in the material world are not what the black swan expects.

Holding her waist and stroking her chin, as the music became louder, Black Swan's movements became more and more unrestrained and bold.

Spinning and spinning, in the never-ending spiral, the music reaches its first climax.

"------!"

The purple hair was combed into a ball, and as the movement fell down, Black Swan hugged Huang Quan's waist, it was a classic waist-bending movement. At this moment, the two faces were closer than ever before, as if they would touch each other in the next moment.

Huang Quan's face was exposed under the light, and the shadow representing the past was projected onto the stage.

"It seems that the time has come."

Black Swan gave a restrained and satisfied smile. Things had developed to this point, and what was going to happen next was what she was best at.

The lights are off.

The stage was silent; the noise and chaos moved away from the two until the surrounding environment changed, until the next dance began!
light is on.

A purple haze enveloped the land. The melody changed and the background turned into the stained glass windows of the church.

All of this is unique to the black swan.

"Everyone has a past. The past creates the present. Some people can grasp the memory, while others are haunted by the memory..."

"So, I took action."

The black swan raised its head proudly, like a real swan.

Her dance steps were slow and skillful. She began to touch, explore, and gradually go deeper. It seemed that she had firmly taken the lead in this duet called the journey of memory exploration.

Arms spread stars on the night track, preparing for the next performance.

"I want to know which one she is."

Some figures connected by stars into lines appeared under the feet of the two people. They were the remnants of the past, the things that Black Swan treasured - Huang Quan's past.

In the painting, the girls holding swords swing their blades, creating storms on the earth. They kill the evil gods, they take back their homes, they build monuments of great deeds, and they are invincible!
“Ka——!”

The memory comes to an abrupt end. If you want to continue exploring, you need to explore deeper.

At this point, how could the black swan give up?
"This banquet attracted many people, including the company, Yiting, the Fool, the Nameless Guest, and the Destruction Gang..."

Holding each other's hands, the two began to circle to the final melody, looking into each other's eyes. The Black Swan believed that as long as he persisted a little longer, what he wanted would come to light.

Unfortunately, what was waiting for her was not "water".

"They were supposed to keep the appointment, but......"

"Afrit is dead..."

The Black Swan conveyed this shocking news to the other party with his eyes.

Afrit, the Duke of Hellfire, tried to burn the entire Pinocchio to ashes. The Duke of Hellfire actually...

The picture reappeared. It was a void in the universe, with broken bones floating quietly in space like a bunch of meaningless space junk.

Black Swan has reason to believe that the Grand Duke of Hellfire will probably have to attend the banquet in another way.

But anyway, the memory reading went smoothly, and what I wanted to see should also be...

"!!!!!!"

As the dance deepened, the sky and the earth began to fade, and all that could be seen was black and white, and that person was standing quietly in the Milky Way.

Is she really Huang Quan?

"Excuse me, are you asking me?"

A touch of bloody red filled the Black Swan's entire vision.

　I will post another chapter in the evening and finish this section, but it will be a little later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)