Life Simulation: Let the Female Swordsman Regret for the Rest of His Life

Disaster has come.

There are no signs.

There are no signs.

Very suddenly, the sky, which was still blue and clear a second ago, was burned by the terrifying magic in an instant.

It was a hellish scene. Crimson fire meteors appeared out of thin air, in large numbers, like an endless sea of ​​blood, dyeing the entire sky into a desperate low scarlet.

"Swish-swish-swish"

The sky fire snorted.

What I heard and saw was the terrifying scene of meteors falling from the sky.

Buildings were constantly bombed into ruins.

Countless people cried for help in fear in the face of death.

There was no time to think.

Before the witch figured out what was happening, her body took action first, like a moth flying into the fire, and took the initiative to rush towards the fireball approaching the courtyard.

Waving the magic wand.

Release the magic.

"Guardian of Water!!!"

Everything was useless.

How could a weak moth shake the fierce flame?

The water magic that had used all its strength, even the reserve magic power of the wand, was easily shattered by the meteorite.

Krisa failed.

A complete failure.

She could only watch the meteorite fall, and she could do nothing!

"Bang——", a loud roar, deafening.

The flames falling from the sky brought destruction, and the air waves that exploded instantly set off thousands of shocks. The courtyard with countless beautiful memories collapsed and disappeared in an instant.

Even Krisa herself was blown away by the air waves.

Collision, rolling, and finally hitting a brick wall and stopping.

It hurts, it hurts a lot.

The witch fell to the ground, her body was drowned in endless pain, every bone was wailing, and every muscle was torn and bleeding.

That kind of struggle, that kind of torture, made the 16-year-old witch so painful that she could hardly breathe.

But.

But…

But ah but.

Compared with the pain inside the chest, in the heart, and the heartache that tore the mind apart, the pain in the body was nothing.

That was despair in the true sense. Just a little imagination would cause the personality to collapse and disintegrate!

"Teacher..."

In the ruins of the brick wall burning with fire, black smoke filled the air and dust flew.

The young witch staggered to her feet.

Her eyes were still empty and her face was still expressionless, but inexplicably, she could see some anxiety and panic.

She grabbed the wand, which was no longer delicate and even had a corner missing, and cast magic again.

"Wind Control."

A trembling voice sounded in the calm, and the wind element wrapped Krisa again, raised the injured body with difficulty, and flew towards the direction of the explosion in the courtyard.

The previous explosion shock wave blew Krisa away.

So she had to hurry on her way again.

This road was not long, very short, but for the injured Krisa, it seemed like a road to the abyss that would never end.

Exploding houses, collapsed ruins, and a large number of ordinary people who were killed or injured.

This was all the witch saw.

It was tragic and terrifying.

She accelerated and flew to the courtyard.

Suddenly, the witch felt severe pain in her body, and the release of the wind control technique was interrupted.

She fell heavily from the air and rolled on the ground for several circles. Not only did her clothes become tattered, but even her delicate skin was all scratched.

Face, hands, legs... All the places with wounds looked extremely miserable.

The blurred flesh and blood were covered with gravel and dust.

But the witch didn't care about it.

"Teacher, mentor, mentor..."

She chanted these words in her mouth, her eyes were pure, and she only had the burning ruins in the distance, trying her best to get closer to it.

Since magic can't be used, then walk over.

If you can't even walk, then crawl over.

Definitely.

I must see him again.

With this belief, Krisa stood up again with difficulty. She didn't bother to look for the lost wand, and walked towards the courtyard with a shaky step.

In her mind, she only cared about Xu Xi's safety.

No injuries, no deaths, no mistakes.

Not even a little wound.

The girl would never allow such a thing to happen.

Even a lowly creature like her, even a discarded waste like her, could survive in this world, how could that person who was as warm as the sun die like this.

Ah...

Ah...!

Just imagining such a thing, her heart contracted violently, conveying the pain that made the girl tremble.

"Faster, faster... not fast enough..."

Krisa quickened her pace.

This sudden acceleration caused the injured body to lose balance and tumble to the ground.

But it didn't matter, this kind of thing didn't matter anymore.

Ignoring the violent pain after the fallIgnoring the painful calves, the cheeks scratched by the pebbles, and the body that began to twitch unconsciously.

The witch continued to move forward.

She got up after falling down, and got up again after falling down again.

Finally, after bypassing a large area of ​​collapsed building ruins, she saw the courtyard she wanted to reach.

There was no quiet beauty of the past.

There were no lush flowers, plants and trees.

There was no one who cared about her.

All she could see was a raging fire, a ruined ruin without any familiar memories, and even the most solid meditation room inside was blown to pieces.

The flames surged, the smoke rushed to the sky and radiated and spread, and the whistling hot wind that made her face dry blew in her face.

It was dead silent.

There was nothing left.

Yes, there was nothing left.

"Plop——"

It was as if all the strength in her body was taken away in an instant.

Krisa suddenly stopped moving, her legs went limp and she knelt on the spot, staring blankly at the ruins in the distance, the flames rising and reflected on her face, hot and cold.

Her eyes were still dull.

Because she was a witch who didn't know joy or sorrow, and had no emotions.

But, in that beautiful and fragile skin, in that lonely and shrinking soul, was there really no emotion at all?

Krisa didn't know.

Because the only person who could give an answer, the only sun that could give the witch courage, was no longer visible.

Ah, why is this...

The young witch knelt straight on the spot, staring at the blazing courtyard with her even more empty and lightless eyes, trying to see the answer from the wanton surging sea of ​​fire.

Why did the master die, but she, as a "personal property", was still alive.

Why couldn't she be faster and try harder to block the fireball.

Why couldn't the dead person be replaced by her?

Why is this happening...

Without the owner, the item has no need to exist; without the sun, the witch has no future; without that warm gaze, Krisa can't move forward.

Her body and soul are only able to survive because of that person.

If that person no longer exists, even if the witch survives, her life will be meaningless.

"..."

The witch trembled and stretched out her hand, covering her chest,

feeling the pain that was about to burst out.

So.

She, too.

will feel sad.