Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 737: The heart has no place to live, the love has no origin

Old John was scared dumb.

What did he see?

In the overwhelming storm, the man stood upright, his eyes were burning like a **** staring at the sky, colliding with the golden light in the lead cloud, bursting out with boundless mighty coercion.

The lifelike statue of Odin, who stands above all the gods, seems to have come alive at this moment. The majesty of the **** king is fully displayed in the one eye, and a ray of substantive gaze swept across.

Old John was swept away by that look, and suddenly felt chills all over his body, his knees went limp uncontrollably, and he fell to his knees on the spot.

"God...God King..."

Old John knelt on the ground and shivered, his head buried in the wet soil, not daring to look up into the eyes of the god.

The gaze of the statue of Odin paused on Old John for half a second, and then shifted to the man, showing a rather humane and thoughtful expression, as if he understood something, hesitant to speak, Finally let out a sigh.

"Hey..."

Odin slowly withdrew his gaze, the activity on the statue gradually dimmed, and it returned to its previous appearance, without any miraculous appearance.

At the same time, the vision in the sky disappeared, the thunderstorm stopped abruptly, the thick lead-colored clouds dissipated, and the divine power like Yuan Ruyue disappeared, as if everything was just an illusion.

However.

The damp smell in the air, as well as the wet soil nearby, seemed to silently remind them that what happened just now was not an illusion, but a real reality.

Old John raised his head slowly, with a complicated expression on his face, staring at the man and opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak, so he shook his head and sighed: "Luka... the fire sacrifice After the festival is over...you should leave here as soon as possible.”

The man was silent and nodded slightly.

He just lost his memory, he didn't become an idiot. The horrible scene just now, no matter how he looked at it, seemed to be related to his past.

Just carving a statue can attract the attention of God King Odin. This is simply a fantasy, and no one will believe it.

But it... just happened!

This means that the past that he has forgotten may be infinitely more terrifying and complicated than he imagined.

After this incident, both of them looked very preoccupied, and the atmosphere reached a deadlock. No one spoke, and walked towards the town silently.

The man carried the carved pillar and followed closely behind Old John, looking at the old man's crooked back in front of him, he couldn't help being curious.

Just now, Old John's reaction seemed a little too intense. It's not like the fear that mortals show when they suddenly meet a god, but it's more like...fear of being punished.

"Old John, you..."

Just as the man was about to ask, he saw Old John stop in his tracks.

"I know what you're going to ask."

Old John turned his back to the man, seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, and sighed after a moment of silence: "Anyway, you're leaving soon, so it's okay to tell you, but remember to keep it a secret for me, don't tell anyone else, it's ok Is it?"

"Yes."

The man nodded slightly and said, "I'm sorry... I just want... to know a little more about the past, maybe I can get my memory back."

"I understand."

Old John sighed softly, looked up at the starry sky at night, and murmured: "Actually, I am an Asgardian, which is the domain of the gods inhabited by the gods in Norse mythology. In human terms, In fact, I should be regarded as a god."

"Then you..." The man frowned.

"Because... I hate war."

Old John said calmly: "The endless wars made me tired, so I secretly escaped from Asgard during one of the battles, and came to the Midgard Atrium, which is the earth in the human mouth. "

"I have lived here for a long time, and I have traveled to many places in the past thousand years." Old John's back, under the moonlight at night, looked a bit lonely and lonely: "Until I found this place and adopted Evie. Only then did I find the meaning of living, so I don't want anyone to break it."

Old John turned around slowly, looking at the man with complicated eyes: "You can summon the attention of the God King, which means that your past may be more powerful, terrifying, and complicated than you imagined." .”

The man lowered his eyes.

"I have no intention of exploring your past..."

Old John said in a deep voice: "I don't even want to know how a powerful person like you fell to the point of amnesia. These are not things that we... these ordinary people are qualified to inquire about. "

"I don't mean to offend you, but..."

Old John paused for a moment, with a look of regret on his old, ravine face, and sighed: "People like you, just exist, will bring disaster and misfortune to those around you."

"I... know."

The man actually wants to be more free and easy, but he can't laugh now, let alone the word free and easy.

He thought about begging Old John to let him stay here as an ordinary farmer, hunting and cutting firewood every day, sometimes drinking honey and wine, listening to the villagers bragging, living such a leisurely life day.

As for the past? It's none of his business!

But...it's impossible.

As Old John said, if people like him choose to stay here, they will only bring disaster to this place.

......

The next day, the Fire Festival.

The annual grand festival, the people in the whole town are lively, the doorway is covered with antler decorations, the villagers wear coats made of fur, and move a large barrel of honey liqueur to the center of the town. location, as well as the slaughter of marinated livestock.

Wait until everything is ready.

These gifts used to enshrine to the gods were moved to a Viking-style warship. In the center stood a huge log several meters long, on which the totems of the gods were engraved impressively.

Until night fell and the Fire Festival officially began, everyone held torches in their hands and pushed the warship into the nearby river. While following the warship forward, they sang ancient songs with heroic voices, which is quite different sense of majesty.

As if infected by emotion, the man couldn't help but sang along. Next to him, Yvette held his arm and whispered softly in an ethereal voice.

The man followed the big team all the way to the end of the river, watching the warship carrying the tribute, which was about to fall from the waterfall with a drop of tens of meters, and imitated the others by throwing the torch to the ship.

The warship, burning with flames, gradually sailed towards the cliff, full of tributes from the past year's harvest, and carrying blessings for the coming year, rushing down the waterfall with a drop of tens of meters.

"Respect—the great Odin!"

"Respect—the great gods!"

With Old John's heroic voice, the crowd erupted in cheers, and the sacrificial ceremony officially ended, and then it was time for the carnival.

People returned to the small town, enjoying the sumptuous food and drinking the brewed honey liqueur. Under the light of the night and the huge bonfire, they danced rough dances in a circle, singing one after another around the town. .

Yvette's red face against the background of the bonfire, brought the girl's shyness and coquettishness to the extreme. With her long golden hair, she looked very much like an angel who had fallen into the world.

The girl walked over cheerfully with a bottle of antler wine in her hand, her burning eyes made the man dare not look directly at her, and she seemed to be able to smell the youthful and simple aura in her breath.

"Luca...I..."

The girl showed all her courage, held the antlers filled with mead, and handed it to the man tremblingly. The emotion in the stomach poured out.

"Sorry, Yvette."

The man shook his head, and instead of picking up the glass of antler wine, he got up slowly and rubbed the girl's hair with his hands: "I'm leaving, I won't come back again, take care of yourself, take care of yourself Old John."

The guy didn't let the girl talk.

Once the so-called confession is said, the relationship between the two people will undergo a qualitative change from then on.

Even if he had to leave here, he would not let this relationship change, at least for this moment...he hoped so.

"For...why?"

The light in the girl's eyes seemed to disappear, and her red face turned pale: "Is it... is it because of grandpa?"

"No." The man shook his head.

"Luka, I...I will go to persuade grandpa, don't you go, okay? Stay, okay? Please...if it's me...I I won't pester you anymore...as long as you don't leave." Yvette's voice was trembling.

"Yvette...forget about me."

The man raised a finger, gently touched the girl's forehead, and said softly: "I don't even know where my heart is, so how can I stay here, let alone respond to your expectations?" , so...forget about me."

"Lu...ka..."

Yvette is biting her lip~IndoMTL.com~ Trying not to let the tears overflow from her eyes, she said stubbornly: "I...I can be with you..."

"No."

The man interrupted the girl for the second time.

The last light in the girl's eyes slowly disappeared with the man's rejection, and her petite body trembled in the cold wind.

Is it cold?

It's very cold, the weather in Norway is always very cold.

But... not as cold as her heart.

There is nowhere to live in the heart, and there is no origin for love.

The girl's first love, in the lively fire festival, ended before it even started.

The girl's suppressed sobs were drowned out by the lively singing of the crowd, and accompanied by the departing man, they gradually disappeared under the bonfire until they disappeared at the end of the town.

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