latelenovela Chapter 253 Mortis, Bad
Chapter 253 Mortis, Bad
A corner that no one cares about.
"Mortis, bad—"
"Mortis, bad—"
In fact, Xiangzi had already finished the strange game at noon, and Xiaomu was also released from the screen by Xiangzi, but Xiangzi was really sleepy, so he simply ran home.
But when he came back after resting, he found Xiao Mu standing at the window, facing the darkness outside, repeating the words that sounded incomprehensible to Xiangzi in a loud voice.
But there's nothing outside the window. It's pitch black, like a back room.
It’s hard to imagine that Xiaomu, with such a cute little neck and probably not very long vocal cords, can actually make such brainwashing and annoying noises.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
"Mu, what are you doing..."
"Mortis, you are bad...ah, Xiangzi, you are here."
Xiao Mu heard Xiangzi's greeting from behind, turned around and smiled peacefully at the masked Xiao Xiang, still looking as pretty as ever. Xiangzi's heart melted at the sight of her.
Muzimi! My cute little cucumber!
"Should we shout together, Mortis, bad—"
Well, Xiao Mu just said hello briefly and went back to the window to shout slogans, ruining the warm and harmonious reunion scene.
"Uh uh... Never mind. Xiao Mu should just do the torturing of Mortis himself."
Xiangzi just came in to make sure Xiaomu was okay and that Mortis hadn't locked him up in the basement again and tortured him with buzzers and truth serum...
A strange memory entered my brain. It was all because the doctor always used those obscure pieces of history to make some inexplicable metaphors.
Now the evidence is irrefutable... Here we go again, strange historical knowledge from the doctor.
"Let me play games with you. I haven't played with you much before." Xiangzi shook his blue twin ponytails and collected his thoughts. He suggested softly. Although they were in the palace, there was a ready-made controller, so it would be a waste not to play... Xiaomu should know how to play, right?
It’s better not to play. After being bullied by Mortis for so long, now I can find some sense of accomplishment from the rookie.
"Okay... I'll play with Xiangzi!"
When Xiao Mu heard Xiangzi calling him like that, he quickly closed the window, then took small steps to Xiangzi's side and knelt down, picking up the handle with some awkwardness.
"Why do you want to close the window?"
Xiangzi was a little confused. After all, this window at least served a decorative purpose. It would be better to keep it open, right?
"It will disturb the people, it needs to be closed."
Xiangzi:oO?
"Disturbing others...Xiao Mu, are you kidding me? Is there anyone else here?"
And weren't you just disturbing the people?
You're shouting so loudly, I'm afraid the whole neighborhood will be disturbed by you...
...community?
"Yes..." Xiao Mu saw Xiangzi open Street Fighter, and he also hesitated with Xiangzi in choosing the role, and responded casually.
"There were some before, and there are some now... maybe not many."
……
Ave Mujica, The Banquet of the Dolls, Act II, Chapter V.
After all, it was her first time acting opposite her idol. Wearing the same mask and clothes as Mortis, Aine was a little nervous, but she still tried her best to remember her lines, and her mannerisms and movements did not get out of place - there were a full ten thousand people watching in the audience!
Even if we don’t feel sorry for the 10,000 audience members who bought expensive tickets, we must live up to Chu Huasang’s expectations!
I also have to be worthy of Xiao Mu, who is in front of me and feels hopeless - I will personally organize your retirement ceremony, Xiao Mu.
"Doll that strayed within, we should have welcomed you as our guest, but fate has forced you onto the stage," Mana and Hailing sang in unison, surrounding Aine, who responded like a choir. All three of them gazed at the black coffin in the center of the stage, slowly emitting mist. "A broken doll must be reborn, and the dead must first face death."
The open coffin with a pitch-black interior was like the final resting place of the injured doll - Mortis, returning to where she was supposed to be.
"Face it, face your rebirth."
In the last minute before entering the coffin, although Mortis was wearing a mask, the audience could still feel the sadness and despair in the heart of this blue puppet - the despair of being helpless in the face of his own sad exit.
But there's no way around it. For the sake of pleasing the guests as a puppet, I've abandoned my consciousness as a human being. This is the price I've paid.
"Ah, the announcement's out," Liang, sitting in the audience, gently poked Kashiwa Miki, who was engrossed in the performance. Even with the brightness set to minimum, the phone screen was still clear. "Mortis is temporarily unable to perform due to injury. An unknown backup guitarist will be filling in for this performance. The band's future performances are also suspended indefinitely... Ugh, I'm afraid they'll have to pay a lot of liquidated damages, right?"
"That's none of Chuhua and the others' business. It's force majeure," Kashiwa Sanhui replied simply, then turned Liang's little head back to the stage. It was time to cry, so don't talk about money and ruin the atmosphere. "Just focus on watching."
"Oh...if I can't go on stage due to injury in the future, will you charge me for breach of contract, doctor?"
"If you keep talking, I'll definitely take your words. Not only will you have wasted half your life, but I'll also bankrupt your family and sell you to the Philippines as a nanny."
Just kidding, Liang is such a lovely girl, if I really want her to be a nanny, I will definitely keep her for myself.
However, in a case like Xiaomu's, this will definitely be used as an excuse to make Xiaomu bear the penalty for breach of contract alone. If Xiaomu's family knew about this, the next time they would see Xiaomu might be on the set of a TV variety show, where Xiaomu would be performing on stage as a comedian to earn hard-earned money.
"Ah, doctor, look, the coffin is closed."
Although the blue, haggard figure returned to the coffin where she appeared in front of the audience a week ago, looking back at the guests she had once delighted, the look in her eyes under the light... was it so miserable?
As if this was her last time standing on this stage?
Would she die immediately after entering? As if this were the coffin of her life?
But Mortis could have negotiated with Xiaomu to have each of them go out and play for a day, and they could have explained the performances and stuff clearly. It would have been great if the two personalities could divide the work and cooperate with each other.
As the coffin slowly closed, majestic orchestral music began to sound. The birth of the puppets began with the sound of violin strings, and the end of the puppets also ended with the sound of violin strings.
At this point, no matter how lively and joyful the outside world was, it had nothing to do with Mortis... though it did have some connection.
The coffin had poor sound insulation and was located right in the center of the stage, so Mortis could easily hear Doloris's passionate singing and Amoris's high-frequency drum beats.
This is a grand funeral for Mortis.
[Mortis, bad.]
Mortis is a bad boy...
[Mortis, bad.]
Got it, Xiao Mu, can you please stop scolding Mortis? Mortis knows she's wrong.
[Mortis, bad.]
I've already said that Mortis knows about it. Even if Xiao Mu is angry, just wait until Mortis steps down...
It’s so cold… so cold… like being in the sea.
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There are no humans here anymore. What the hell am I watching in episode 8? My brain is really running out.
What do you mean the Xiao Mu I wrote about for fifty or sixty chapters isn't actually Xiao Mu? There's no Xiao Mu at all, only the Wakaba Mu pilot? And the pilots are playing a battle royale with each other, and now there are only two personalities?
I am a snake, I am a rat, I am the wild list of the ditch. I accept that Ye Mu is the endless god of war. I also accept that he watched the eighth episode at two o'clock in the morning and then got up to revise the manuscript.
wsd I beg you, the Gemini in the ditch said please don’t be true... I’ve had enough...
I don’t care. Even if Mr. Fengchuan takes over the keyboard for Xiang Congjun in the future, I won’t follow the original story!
I declare Ave Mujica to be completely finished with episode 6!
qnmdwsd, the genius screenwriter, the genius Kakimoto Hiroyuki.