The infinite life of a certain beauty

Chapter 103 Love Is the Power of Eternal Life
Kirk hadn't passed out at all.

even……

He could clearly feel the force with which Gwen slapped his face.

Kirk, who was in the space of blood created by his blood and the blood of the twelve blood descendants, reached out and touched it when his head couldn't help but shift to one side.

Standing opposite, the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of blood mist, and Madola, who couldn't see clearly, couldn't help laughing out loud when she saw this.

"She seems nervous about you."

"normal."

Kirk touched his face and smiled, "I'm so handsome, which woman can resist me?"

The one in Daxue Mountain is a holy monk, not a woman.

Madora did not respond to Kirk's words.

Kirk felt the tension from Gwen from the outside world, and didn't choose to open his eyes immediately, but looked at Madora who dragged him into this blood space: "I don't quite believe it, as the original One of the vampires, you must know that there is a piece of blood belonging to you in the heart of that vampire."

This is not in line with the personality of the blood race.

It's like the daylight dagger that Kirk used to transform himself back then.

Although he has already destroyed the sunlight dagger, if, in case, one day in the future, if someone really finds the fragments of the sunlight dagger and tries to use this dagger against him.

Kirk said he would have known about it before the man showed it.

and so……

As one of the original blood race, Kirk believed that Madora knew that her blood vessel was in Dickon's heart.

but……

He was taken out, as Dickon wished.

In other words.

Madora was indeed committing suicide.

Kirk didn't quite understand it, and because of this, he agreed to meet Madora in this short-lived blood space maintained by blood when Madora invited him just now.

This space of blood will not last for too long.

Once Dickon outside absorbs Madora's power to his heart's content, this space will completely disappear, and Madora will die again.

and……

This time, Madora, who had been absorbed by Dickon with all her blood and strength, would die in a real sense.

Madola listened to Kirk's question, but nodded calmly amidst the blood mist: "I know."

Kirk raised an eyebrow.

"So, my guess is right, you want to die, but why?"

"He wants my power, and you, if I'm right, you also want my power. If that's the case, I'll give it to you, okay?"

"Good, but not for good reason."

Kirk said so, not quite accepting the reason given by Madora.

Madora shook her head.

"Because this is the meaning of life."

"what?"

"Life replacement, reciprocating cycle, this is the original meaning, isn't it?"

"understood."

Kirk reacted when he heard this, and looked at Madora: "So, you are also one of those blood clans who think that eternal life is a curse."

Among the blood race, there are not a few people who think their eternal life is a curse.

His girlfriend, Alice, was one of them, and even, when he was younger, he joined an organization similar to the Alcoholics Anonymous Association on the federal side, the eternal curse self-help club.

After Kirk knew about it, he was speechless at the time.

After all, his views are more oriental.

such as……

It is better to die than to live.

Another example……

Ordered by God!

Shou Yongchang! !
and so.

Kirk couldn't understand at all why someone, after obtaining the eternal life that countless emperors in the East dreamed of, would feel that this eternal life is a curse.

Madora looked at the expression on Kirk's face, smiled, and shook her head without explaining too much.

"Life without change is not a gift, but a curse."

"When you look at the one you love, dying of old age in front of you."

"When you are in hell, looking at the same scenery, one year, five years, ten years, maybe it's okay, but after you watch it for 100 years, you will feel tired."

"so……"

"I'd rather die."

As Madola spoke, she walked out of the blood mist. On her old face, she could vaguely see the handsomeness of her youth: "Our years have been taken away, but there is no immunity in hell. You know, this look , how will you be treated in hell, even the most open succubus will not even look at you."

At first, Kirk thought that Madola was one of those hypocritical immortals, but the more he listened, the expression on his face became more and more weird, especially after hearing Madola's last sentence, the expression on his face Completely became a bit extremely awkward.

"so……"

Kirk frowned and looked at Madora: "You want to die because the succubus in hell thinks you are old and looks down on you?"

Madola said in a deep voice: "Those succubi, open up, will not let go of a pitchfork, but they would rather choose a pitchfork than me. What's the point of living like this!"

Kirk opened his mouth and couldn't help but enter Madora's world.

The succubus, who was open and full of scarlet colors, ignored Madora and chose the pitchfork beside her.

Uh……

Kirk shook his head, as if he could understand Madora: "This is indeed a terrible eternal life."

In other words, if it is limited to immortality, frankly speaking, Kirk does not know whether he would also feel that this kind of immortality without immortality is a curse.

Madora took a deep breath.

"So, after I tried countless times to destroy myself, when I felt the calling of the world, I rushed up without hesitation. You want my power, but I want death. Now, I Finally, I can get my wish.”

As Madora spoke, she stretched out her hands from the blood mist, which had become so dry in hell that even a pitchfork could not compare. A hint of relief flashed in her cloudy eyes, and she looked up at Kirk: "Your blood power is the strongest I have ever seen, and I probably already know what you want, so I will give it to you."

Kirk raised his eyebrows: "How?"

A smile appeared on Madora's old face.

next second.

Madora turned into a blood mist and merged into the surroundings, and it was already so thin that it was difficult to maintain its existence in the blood mist.

hum!
The blood mist rose into the air and completely gathered together. Then, it gathered, condensed, and completely turned into a drop of blood the size of a pearl.

Kirk closed his eyes.

Madora's last words left in the blood drop reached Kirk's ears.

"The greatest blessing of eternal life is to let you live up to anyone who loves you. Love is the motivation to maintain eternal life. Without love, eternal life will be meaningless. So, don't let this girl down, I wish you good luck , my people, "

"what……"

Kirk's thoughts turned, and before he had time to think about it, he was instantly forced out of this unsustainable blood space.

next second.

Kirk froze for a moment, and sucked his lips uncontrollably.

sweet.

tasty.

Delicious.

Refreshing.

Wait a moment?
This is……

Kirk seemed to realize something and opened his eyes.

into the eye.

Gwen put her arm on his lips, watched the blood from her cut arm being continuously absorbed by Kirk, and muttered to herself: "Damn it, Kirk, didn't you always want to drink my drink?" Blood, I will give you blood, wake me up, if you die, I will never let you go, I will hang you on the cross, I will..."

talking room.

Gwen saw Kirk slowly opening his eyes.

Kirk saw it too, Gwen who said the harshest words but acted very gently.

The air seemed to stagnate once again.

Four eyes facing each other.

Not far away, Dickon, who was wreaking havoc, slapped the blade flying with one slap, and slapped Agent A.H.I.E.L.D. with one slap, and the people who moved in with the gunshots seemed to be forgotten by the two of them.

only……

Goof, goof, goof.

Gwen looked at Kirk who kept swallowing, and came back to his senses.

"Have you finished drinking?"

"..."

Kirk didn't speak, just shook his head.

After all, this high-quality special drink cannot be said to be unprecedented, but it can also be said to be unprecedented.

Gwen looked at Kirk who shook his head and said nothing, sucking greedily, as if he was sucking that kind of Kirk, with a twitch between his brows, suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, and squeezed out a smile on his face: "Then can you fulfill your promise first, Are you drinking later?"

Can I still drink later?

That can.

Kirk stopped moving, nodded, and scraped around his lips with his tongue: "Okay."

Gwen withdrew his arm expressionlessly.

Kirk's gaze followed Gwen to seal the wound with spider silk, and after cutting off the delicious breath, he took a deep breath and looked at Gwen: "Back back."

Gwen frowned.

"Back? Why?"

"I'm afraid of hurting you."

"..."

Gwen took a few steps back, stood outside the pentagram, looked at Kirk whose limbs and torso were still bound to the iron chair, frowned and said, "Is this all right? Are you sure you don't need my... help ?"

The voice did not fall.

Kirk, who was sitting on the iron chair, closed his eyes slightly. When he opened them again, a crimson crimson moon appeared in his eyes instantly. At the same time, endless blood mist gushed out from Kirk's body. shrouded it together.

Endless blood mist poured into the iron chair under Kirk.

Chilla!
As if the iron chair had been given life by the blood mist, it made the sound of growing teeth sour, as if it was constantly being pulled and tightened.

Bang.

The blood mist exploded, and the violent breath surged from the iron chair in all directions.

When Gwen opened his eyes again.

Gwen saw a scene that shocked her.

The iron chair has changed its appearance.

Different from the ordinary iron chair before, the iron chair under Kirk now is bright red like blood, covered with spikes, sharp horns and twisted metal, even the back of the chair There are also many spikes.

And Kirk sat on this iron chair.

……

(End of this chapter)