Autobiography of a beast

I was caught off guard by these few words, but it seemed that they should hit my heart like this.The hidden worries before finally became reality.

I tried my perception with him in a panic, obviously there was nothing wrong yesterday.So I still hold a little luck in my heart, hoping that the evil beast misheard the wrong message and mistaken the wrong person.

It's just that when I sensed the weak breathing from the other end of the antler, the last bit of hope in my heart was also shattered.Now I don't want to believe it, but I have to believe it.

For some reason, in the past few years, as long as the evil beast speaks, nothing good will happen. At this moment, I am actually a little annoyed by him, bringing me these bad news one after another.

It is the first time to face such a situation.I don't know what to do.Memories from a hundred years ago flooded to me with his face.I seem to have seen the way the person in the tomb ordered someone to bury him here before he died, and his dazed face.I was overwhelmed by complex emotions and was at a loss.

I think I should do something, but I don't know what to do at a loss.He could only raise his head helplessly, and looked at the black beast for help.

The black beast sighed, leaned towards me, stretched out his hand to wipe away the liquid that kept pouring out of my eye sockets, and said to me:

"Go down the mountain and find him."

Yes, I should go to him.Maybe it's just an injury, but I've lived for hundreds of years, nearly a thousand years, so I should be able to heal their injuries.

Yes, go find him!

However, in all these years, I have never stepped out of the mountains.This mountain gave me a shelter, but it also trapped me for hundreds of years.Since the day I was born, I have been staying here. I didn't expect that one day, I would be willing to break my persistence and invariance for hundreds of years and take this step for one person.When we were getting bored together before, he pointed me to the direction where the army was stationed, so I know the approximate location of his military tent.But if you really want me to go, I still don't know the exact location.And, now, for me and for him, time is life.Minutes and seconds are passing.

The black beast seemed to see through my confusion, and caught up with me who didn't know where to go next, held my hand tightly, and took me out without saying a word.I am very grateful for the thoughtfulness of the beast.

Under the guidance of the black beast, I quickly brought the army to the barracks.His military tent is easy to find, and there is a circle of people there at the moment.Some people were inside, but most of them were around the military tent, looking inside with worried faces.

When we arrived at the account, we were concealed by the black beast.He had been sent back, but in an unconscious state.A group of doctors and the like shook their heads and sighed around his bedside. A violent man next to him grabbed the man who shook his head and wanted to beat him up, but was stopped by his subordinates in time.

Listening to what they meant, it wasn't just the arrow wound, what was more troublesome was that the sword tip was poisoned.Although this poison is not unsolvable, its quantity is rare in the world. Due to the special raw materials, it is extremely difficult to refine, and the toxicity occurs very quickly. If you look for an antidote now, it will be cold by the time you get it.

So at this time caught in a dilemma.

The one who was about to hit someone heard that there was a cure for the poison, so he hurriedly went to find someone to get the cure without even listening to the whole sentence.This time even the servants couldn't stop them.The others slowly dispersed after he left.After all, it was useless to be around here. On the contrary, the general who was lying in a coma on the hospital bed frowned and gasped in pain.

After they were all gone, I leaned over.I caressed his brow, but it may be because it hurt too much, it just smoothed and soon wrinkled together, seeing him like this, I felt like I was also poisoned.I raised my hand to wipe his tightly knit brows. This time, he seemed to have sensed something, and he no longer stubbornly twisted his two ravaged eyebrows together.

I touched his wound, fortunately, it was not too late, and there was still hope.

There was no hesitation, as if the decision had already been made.I melted out the antlers, stretched out my hand to melt the knife, and slashed at my own skull.But the expected pain didn't hit.Oh, it's a beast.

He yelled at me and said I was crazy.

I think so too.

He said, he is just a mortal, how long can he be with you!

I said he would not be an ordinary mortal any time soon.

I looked at the beast, as if to him, more like to say to myself:

"He gave me a name, gave me warmth, gave me company, gave me love, but I didn't give him anything in return, it's not fair to him" "I can't lose him anymore, black beast..."

The false beast made an angry expression on its indisputable expression but stopped.

But we both grew up together, and I know he won't stop me this time.

Hiss~ It turns out that cutting antlers is so painful.Is it like their mortals have broken their arms and legs?What about him?It will be very painful when you are poisoned by the arrow, you can tell by the way the eyebrows are wrinkled like that.but.You will be fine soon.

Warm blood flowed all over my face.

The black beast frantically blocked the opening on my head with his clothes, but there was too much blood.I dyed his entire clothes red. At first glance, he was even scarier than the one lying on the bed.

Holding my breath, I refined the antlers and applied them to his wound.It wasn't until he saw that the dark purple blood was no longer gushing from the wound that he breathed a sigh of relief, and fell back a little weakly.Fortunately, the beast hand quickly supported me, or I would be ashamed.It's a thousand-year-old beast, and it can't hold on with just a little injury.

Seeing the person on the bed coughing and coughing, the anger gradually recovered, and the last gasp was truly letting go.Before I had time to touch his face, the guard outside the door rushed in after hearing the movement, inspected it for a while, and then shouted excitedly, doctor, where is the doctor.He ran out in a hurry, and pulled a group of people in in a hurry.The room that had just been cleaned was filled with noise again.

The doctor rummaged through his clothes, looked at the wound, and then plucked his eyelids, exclaiming that the poison was cured by himself.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.The general who was about to beat someone up was about to pounce on their general in tears.

Although I wanted to stop it, but I was powerless at the moment, seeing the scene of the man lying on his chest and groping, I didn't know if I was angry.

When I arrived, I didn't come up in one breath and passed out directly.

When I woke up again, I was already lying in my own wooden house.

He opened his eyes and looked at the top of the bed.The first reaction turned out to be that the evil beast didn't dislike me, it's time to treat him better.

Then he thought of the person lying on the hospital bed, and wanted to get up to take another look.

Just sitting up and before his feet touched the ground, he was glared at by the evil beast who pushed the door in.

He said grumpily, "Don't worry, you're fine. You'd better worry about yourself."

"What can I do, except for the missing root horn, everything else is fine"

"!!! Say it again!!! How many horns do you have to make you scream???"

"Perhaps it can regenerate?"

"Oh, I'm afraid you have cut off half of your brain."

"Here! Drink it!"

Looking at this bowl of black paste, an indescribable smell floated into my nose along my breath, and I really didn't know where to start.But looking at the posture of the beast, if I don't drink it, he may hold my head and pour it in for me.I imagined that picture a little bit, um, it was beautiful, so I chose to do it myself.

I looked at the beast with gratitude on my face, turned my head, held the stone bowl as if sacrificed, and drank it down in one gulp.Looking back, I still don't forget to praise the craftsmanship of the beast.

He snorted and didn't say anything else, he seemed to be satisfied with my obedience, so he went out with the stone bowl.

And just like that, I was stuck in my own home.The evil beast forbids me to go out again, and he will convey the outside news to me every day.The false beast said that he was able to take medicine by himself; the false beast said that he was awake for a while today, but soon fell into a coma; the false beast said that he yelled something in a daze today; the false beast said...

Because I was weak two days ago and couldn't beat the black beast, so I obediently obeyed and stayed in the house to be "poisoned" by his medicinal diet.In the past two days, I have finally recovered a bit, and I can walk around. Although my head still hurts a bit, it's okay, after all, I have lived such an old age, and I should learn to endure the pain by myself.Besides, I always listened to him talking about that person, and I couldn't see him, so I was still very anxious, and it was not conducive to the recovery of the disease!Just wanted to go out and have a look.

Finally, taking advantage of the black beast to tinker with some herbal medicine again this day, I finally slipped out at the opportunity.Following the vague memory of that day, he came to his tent.

He has lost a lot of weight.The beard has grown quite a bit, and it is difficult to touch.It's also strangely comfortable.I unbuttoned his clothes, looked at the wound, it was healing well, maybe because my antlers have miraculous effects, the healing speed is much faster than ordinary wounds, only a few days, and new skin has begun to appear around it.

Seeing people with my own eyes, I finally let go of my heart.I looked at him distressedly for a long time, talked to him for a while, and had no choice but to get up and go back when the voices of people getting closer and closer were heard outside.

It is also wonderful to think about fate.In the past, he always went down the mountain and left me, but now, it's the other way around.I came to see him and bid him farewell.

I grabbed his hand and told him in a low voice, regardless of whether he could hear me or not:

"Wake up, I miss you so much"

Then I spread his palm and rubbed it against my face, kissed his palm, and then tucked his hand back under the quilt.

Just as he stood up and retreated, he grabbed my hand as if he had learned about my movements.

I was pleasantly surprised by this reaction and immediately called him, but there was no other indication except eye rolls.

However, it is enough that he can hear me talking to it and feel my presence.

and so:

"It's okay, the years are long, I will wait for you in the mountains."

After finishing speaking, she leaned over and kissed his lips lightly, then lifted her feet and left.

We will never be separated like this again.

So, wake up quickly.

I really miss you.I want to hear you talk, I want to kiss you, and I want to spend every day with you.