Mystery: Lucky

Alice was playing with her fingers at the alley.

She tried to make the shadows of her hands look like cats, rabbits, deer, etc., and finally sighed in boredom.

Amon is still good. He can play cards with himself when he is bored... Well, can he call Amon over to play cards together... Just pray...

Alice quickly interrupted her dangerous idea.

After all, if that happened, it would be hard to say whether she and Amon were playing cards or Amon and Amon were playing cards.

Alice sighed sadly and thought about what shadows she should put next.

Well, wait a minute...

Alice raised her head and looked at the fog around her blankly.

Fog... is it getting thicker?

Alice stood up in confusion and stood in the thicker fog for a while. Suddenly, she frowned and looked at the pedestrians in the fog as if she felt something.

These people hurried past her, as if they were eager to go home. Alice watched them pass by, then gathered her spirituality and smashed it hard.

Then, she got a good news and a bad news.

The good news was that she did not smash in vain. Her spirituality was suddenly attacked. Although there was an insurmountable gap between them, a vague figure still appeared in the mist.

The bad news was that Alice had seen this person.

The holy witch she had seen in her dream emerged in the mist and looked at her coldly.

This was a demigod.

The iron-black and light-yellow mist around seemed to explain the situation. This demigod from the witch sect seemed to have done what she intended to do and was admiring her results.

Then, this demigod was attacked by her.

Alice knew that her expression must have been extremely stunned, not only because of this embarrassing scene, but also because of a piece of news that she didn't know whether it was good news or bad news.

If she had to say anything, Alice only had one thing to say about this news: "Fuck your fate, you call this lucky?"

--Her promotion ceremony was completed.

Alice looked at the demigod in front of her who was suspected to be from the Witch Cult, and whispered: "Do you mind if I leave a last word?"

Ms. Despair had no intention of answering this. As an experienced demigod, she had seen too many things since she started as an "assassin".

Even though the current scene was full of too many outrageous coincidences, even though Alice was written all over her body as "no threat", she still insisted on her own cognition, did not say any nonsense, and directly launched an attack.

When the enemy died, she had plenty of time to think about these issues.

Alice watched as Ms. Despair condensed a sharp and crystal ice spear in her palm and threw it at her. She immediately understood that the other party had no intention of letting her leave a last word.

For a moment, Alice thought about just waiting to die. She couldn't fight or run away anyway, so she might as well die and wait for resurrection...

The ice spear came with white frost, and wherever it passed, beautiful and deadly ice condensed.

...If I'm stabbed to death, I don't want to be frozen to death!

Alice, who longed for a painless death, decided to struggle again. She threw herself to the left, trying to avoid the attack.

But her evasive action was too late and too slow. The ice spear hit her right waist and abdomen, making a "ding" collision sound.

The pain was not the pain of being pierced through the body, but the pain caused by the force of the impact, and the pain caused by the residual force of the impact.

But Alice was no longer in the mood to pay attention to this.

She knew what was there - the "Winner" extraordinary characteristic from Charlie King.

Alice could confirm this without looking, because the ice spear shattered the fragile barrier, exposing the attraction that was quite fatal to her again.

Damn, at this juncture...

Alice's brain was in a mess, her body fell to the ground, the iron cigarette box slid out, and the charming gold coin rolled out of it, along the road, and rolled to her mouth.

She didn't notice that the lady of despair had condensed a second ice spear and threw it at her, and she didn't even notice that the gold coin was stained with dust on the ground, looking extremely dirty.

Alice subconsciously stretched out her tongue and licked it.

The gold coin that had been wrapped in dust was rolled into her mouth with her tongue, and she completely lost the ability to pay attention to the ice spear that pierced her.

The moment the gold coin entered her mouth, it melted into a gel-like substance and slid smoothly down her throat.

The source that had been affecting her disappeared, and Alice briefly regained her sanity for a moment. An inappropriate thought slipped through her mind: It turns out that swallowing like this really won't choke...

After that, Alice completely lost consciousness.

...

The first ice spear was fortunately blocked, and without hesitation, Lady Despair threw the second ice spear at Alice who was lying on the ground.

At the same time, the spider web spread silently on the ground, eliminating the possibility of her escape.

Coupled with the plague in the fog, she was doomed... Lady Despair watched with satisfaction as the ice spear pierced Alice's soft waist and abdomen, which lacked bone protection.

This time there was no coincidence, the ice spear sank deeply, but no blood flowed out.

The beautiful and deadly frost began to spread from the wound, eroding Alice's body.

If nothing unexpected happened, she would become a beautiful ice sculpture.

If nothing unexpected happened.

Ms. Despair looked in astonishment at a woman with black hair and black eyes, a beautiful but dull face, and a long hooded classical robe who appeared in front of her.

She didn't see the other party move, but she saw the girl who fell to the ground suddenly disappeared.

Only the two of them were left at the scene.

It was also a stranger who suddenly appeared, but the one in front of her was different from Alice - the child almost wrote on her face that she was not a threat, but at this moment, Ms. Despair only felt great fear and despair.

- The spirit was telling her to give up struggling.

Why?

The answer was quite obvious. She stared at her body in a daze, starting from her fingers, disappearing rapidly one centimeter at a time.

Ms. Despair wanted to stop it, but everything happened too quickly. She didn't have time to do anything. She could only watch herself being wiped away bit by bit by the mysterious power like an extra portrait in a landscape photo.

The place where she originally stayed was empty, with nothing.

At this moment, only the black-haired, black-eyed, beautiful woman was left in the alley.

The dull face frowned slightly, and then, as if remembering something, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing an unskilled smile.

Then, even the figure disappeared, and the surroundings were extremely silent, as if no one had appeared.