My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"Although I really want to nod and say yes..." The red-haired man grinned, his dusty face was full of embarrassment. "But since I'm not dead yet, I have to continue."

"Why are you so persistent?" Dracula tilted his head, and there was something delicate and cute in his unscathed appearance. "If I followed up with a sword just now, you would be dead by now, right?"

"Then you don't have it." He struggled to stand up among the gravel. "Since you kept your hand, I still have a chance, right?"

"It's quite a rogue statement." The woman in the white dress covered her mouth and let out a chuckle. "Not admitting defeat is not a good habit."

"No way, this kind of thing." Gong Ming shook his head. "At this time, if you admit defeat, there will be no more."

"Then what other means do you have?" Dracula looked at him, and said in a tone of expectation: "Is there any [miracle] that has not been shown?"

"There is indeed." Gong Ming unsteadily picked up his sword from the ground, and shook his head lightly. "However, this expectant tone...is not in line with your personality."

"Although I don't know what character design you are talking about." Dracula shrugged slightly. "But I feel like you seem to have misunderstood something."

"I'm really looking forward to your [miracle]. It's like the first time you appeared in front of me five hundred years ago. In my life, there is no more beautiful miracle than that encounter." This The woman said softly, with a hint of reminiscence in her tone.

"It's just that when I once again expected your miracle in that dark hell and waited for you to appear in front of me like a hero, you didn't appear."

She shook her head slightly.

"So I don't really mind you beating me." Dracula looked at him with bright red eyes.

"I believe that you are a man who can always perform miracles, so if you show miracles in front of me again, defeat and kill me. This will be the end of our story. I also think it will be a Nice script."

"..."

The man with the sword fell silent.

"Of course, this victory must be won by yourself. I am the king who takes revenge on the world. This is my pride. So I will not let the slightest bit of water go, but if you have the ability to defeat me, I will also be happy for this ending." And rejoice.”

"In the final analysis." Her red lips parted slightly. "I'm still the little girl in the dark cellar waiting for you to perform a miracle to save me. But at the same time, Dracula, the blood clan. The two are not contradictory, and that's all."

"So. If there are any remaining miracles, let's show them now."

She turned around, looked at the white belly in the sky behind her, and the whole world illuminated by the morning light, and gently brushed her long hair by her ear.

"If not, I'm going to start destroying the world."

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"actually……"

Gong Ming lowered his head, looked at his trembling hands, and raised the sword in his hand with a slightly swaying body, with a slightly complicated expression.

"To be honest, I'm actually not the type to win."

"..."

Dracula looked at him, earnestly waiting for his next words.

"I'm not the kind of person with extreme talent, not the kind of person with inherited glory, not the kind of person who has a reason to win, not the kind of person who has absolute self-confidence, and I'm not the kind of person who can be invincible in the world for granted. That kind of person..."

"Of course I also want to have these. I have the supreme talent, the absolutely invincible strength, the power to create miracles as long as I appear, and the smile that can be displayed anytime and anywhere. I can say to those who are suffering in an extremely chic way, [It’s all right, I have to ask why, because I’m here].”

Not far from him, unmanned cameras hovered to faithfully record all this and broadcast it to the eyes of people all over the world.

Some of them looked at their mobile phones, some sat in front of the TV, and some stood under the big screen in the square. All of them quietly listened to the man who was trying to straighten his back and said so.The voice was flat, like a whisper.

"Sometimes I also think that it would be great if I didn't have to do so many things, if I didn't have so many burdens. It's like today's battle, if it only needs to hold you back, drag it all As long as everyone has already evacuated like now, that would be great."

"But it can't, but it's meaningless to just do this..."

He raised his head with a clear wry smile on his face.

"I am already the strongest person in this arena, because I am already the tallest person. So if I can't do it, no one can do it, so no one It protects me when I fail. So if it’s just doing [what I can do], it’s definitely not enough.”

He spoke word by word.The hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"I have to be able to fight, I have to be strong, I have to be able to win, I have to overcome all obstacles."

The man laughed, as bitterly as if he was crying.

"But I really can't do it, but I'm really not strong enough, but I really don't have the talent to be invincible, but I really don't have the talent to win. I really want to surrender, I I really want to admit defeat. If kneeling to the enemy can solve all problems, then I will definitely abandon all face without hesitation. If I just give up my dignity, life and everything else, I can solve all problems. I will definitely make such a choice without hesitation.”

"..."

Dracula was silent, looking at him with a strange expression, which seemed to be a little pity, and some seemed a little disappointed.But in the end, he still didn't say a word, just watched silently.

"But it can't be done. But... there is no way out..."

He closed his eyes and clenched the two swords in his hand.

"Then, since it's impossible to solve this problem by admitting cowardice, and since it's impossible to escape anyway, then let's face it."

"If absolute talent is necessary to save the world, then let me leave this talent for future generations!"

He opened his eyes and stepped forward step by step.

"If you must have inherited glory to have a firm belief, then let the glory start with yourself!"

The red blood donation continuously flowed down from the densely packed wounds on his body, and landed on the dusty ground, forming bright red spots one after another.

"If there must be a reason to win, then I will give that reason!"

He faltered, but still determined to move forward.

"If you need a reason for being invincible in the world for granted, then just inherit this reason from me!"