Ordinary office workers who fight back with spells

But this pause caused the worm face to catch up, the sword was shining with cold light, and it was close to Smelly Lung's neck, and the cold breath of death had already kissed his forehead.

'want. '

The hands were sealed violently.

Endless desires surged up from the pupils of the stinky lung, and merged into the slightly widened eyes of the worm face, corroding the latter's soul, eating away at his mind bit by bit.

It is the curse of the body of the stinky lung, curse poison!

Then, Smelly Lung separated his hands, brushed over Wormface's cheek, and landed on the temples on both sides of his brain, his old fingers swayed slightly in the air, playing a melody.

In the midst of the vaguely invisible melody, Chongmian's brain exploded into a puddle of plasma!

Smelly Lung shook his hand, and a trace of blood shot out from his ten fingers, and he threw it on the ground, splashing a semicircle.

Hoo, hoo...

He was gasping for air, feeling like his entire lung was about to tear.

His condition is quite bad now - a large piece of his chest has collapsed. This was due to being kicked from the front by the insect face. I don't know how many bones have been broken. There are dense knives on his arms, chest and shoulders. Scars, gushing blood.

hatred.

The right arm was the worst. It had already been blown off by Kira Nanami once.

Now that he has endured such a large output of spell power, the wound has opened again, and it is dragging on his body feebly. The connection with his shoulder is only a few thin threads of blood, and most of the bones have been shattered.

hatred.

Smelly Lung climbed up the cliff step by step, and when he returned to the ground, he was already exhausted and lay down on the ground in embarrassment.

Hate, hate, resentment, this is the hate of desire... so embarrassing, Kira Nanami, Kira Nanami.

Kill you, kill you, kill you, kill you, I must kill you... Kira Nanami!

After I regain my previous strength, I will kill everyone in Kyoto!

What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger...

"It's really good."

A calm voice sounded, with exclamation:

"How is this knife made?"

Moving his eyes upward, he could see an ordinary office worker frowning, turning over his head thoughtfully, and looking at the blade in his hand.

The knife smells familiar, and it is the magic tool of the insect face.

There is a human hand at the end of the knife, which serves as the handle.

"It's really an ingenious design!"

Kira Nanami's interest was completely high, and even the tone of her speech rose:

"What kind of genius is able to come up with such a wonderful idea!"

When it comes to the professional field, Kira Nanami has become professional again:

"The adhesion between the hand and the knife is just right, neither stiff nor loose. Holding it in the hand is like holding a girl's hand. It makes people feel the peace that has not been seen for a long time, and the irritability in the heart suddenly It faded away, and fighting with this knife...is simply an epoch-making idea."

He said with relish, as if he didn't see the smelly lung lying on the ground.

"Kira, Kira Nanami?"

Seeing the person he least wanted to see, Smelly Lung's pupils constricted, his fine hairs stood up one by one, dragging his seriously injured body, he subconsciously shrank back.

"Ah."

Kira Nanami put down the knife in her hand, looked over, and said calmly:

"Good evening, Principal of Leyan Temple."

"Yes... you framed me?"

The soul in Smelly Lung's body was boiling, staring at Kira Nanami with resentful eyes, like a cold cobra:

"What are you doing back here?"

"It's just closing."

Kira Nanami looked at her watch and said without raising her head:

"Today's script is like this: the conspiracy between us was exposed, you were killed by the curse, and I avenged you."

"Framing and framing must pay attention to a death without proof."

"What's the point? You could have just killed me. What's the point?"

"Guess."

Kira Nanami nodded seriously.

"That curse spirit is too useless. I haven't done my job well, so I can only work overtime. I am also very distressed."

"Smelly lung, can you understand my pain?"

"No...no, Kira Nanami!"

He stared fixedly at Kira's eyes, staring fixedly, the maliciousness in them seemed to freeze, it was creepy.Smelly Lung suddenly laughed loudly, his chest heaved exaggeratedly, and more blood gushed out:

"You can't kill me, don't forget our contract, kill me if you dare!"

His eyes were red like blood: "Kill me! I curse you, your soul will be lost forever! Kill me!"

tear.

A hand with a black skull pierced Smelly Lung's chest and squeezed it.

The heart opens like a flower.

Withered like a flower.

Xiang Lung's consciousness quickly dissipated, and his vision became increasingly blurred. He could only see Kira Nanami's mouth opening and closing slightly, as if he was telling something. Xiang Lung could not react or understand. He only felt that the sky was groggy and his head was groggy. Good weight...

At the moment when he fell into the soil, he heard what Kira Nanami said:

"The pact we made was 'I will never detonate a bomb' Oh, my dear stinking lung."

Because the killer queen is a soul body, its attack can naturally cause damage to the soul hidden in the body of Leyan Temple. With this punch piercing through the chest, the soul is also pierced, and the soul is like broken ceramics , cracked piece by piece.

Floating in the air, like white butterflies one after another.

After the white butterflies flew away, Leyan Temple Jiashen's pupils completely dimmed.

The super curse master, Hase Feng, died completely.

The thin moonlight shone on Kira Nanami's face, adding a sense of treachery.

He looked at Kyoto in the dark night, looked at the fiery and materialistic streets, and said softly:

"Everything is ready for you."

reshaped from time,

One day left.

Chapter 56 The Rain Continues Next

It was a morning with quite fresh air. Although the sky had accumulated layer after layer of dark clouds, the sunlight still leaked through the gaps in the clouds, and fell on the emerald green leaves, shining brightly.

But Hideo Hoshino couldn't cheer up.

A series of things that happened recently exceeded her expectations.

Kira Nanami disappeared and killed several senior officials of the Zen Academy. Last night, she went to Kyoto overnight and assassinated the principal of the Kyoto Prefectural High School, Rakuganji Kashinobu.

She didn't know what happened to Wormface last night, and all she saw was the official report.

The handling of Qiliang Qihai has come out. The Spell Supervision Department has passed the proposal, which will be led by the Chanyuan family. The trial will be held today.

The interesting thing is that in the last reincarnation, Kira Nanami suspected of killing hundreds of people, and went through the procedure for a few days before submitting the public trial. judged.

It doesn't matter whether Yusoul is dead or not, but what really bothers her is that she can't understand Kira Nanami's behavior at all.

Doesn't he want a peaceful life?How dare he?He's messing with God!

Hideo Hoshino, who claims to know Kira Nanami best, felt deeply ashamed. She buried her head in the pillow and patted the bed:

Even my boyfriend [I think] doesn't know what's in his heart, what kind of lover is this...

Ah, I want to lock him up, lock him up, just like he locked me in the freezer, lock him up, see only myself every day, only myself, so that I know every thought he thinks.

According to the original plan, Kira Nanami killed everyone present, causing Su Nuo container to be angry, and voluntarily gave up the right to control the body. After Su Nuo recovered, he ate ten fingers, driving Kira Nanami to despair...

The plan is now in a mess. Kira Nanami chose to destroy the peaceful life. He must not care about the trial meeting this afternoon. All in vain.

It is morning, and the orioles outside the window are singing crisply.

Hoshino Hideo turned over and put her snow-white arm on her forehead.

"What's the matter with you?"

She said softly, with a cold expression.

"traitor."

silent.

Blood mist exploded in the room, and the curtains were dyed red with blood.

The morning breeze blew in from the window, the pale golden sunlight shone into the room, and the blood was sprinkled under the sunlight.

so warm.so cold.

The clouds in the sky thickened.

-

Pain, unparalleled pain.

The pain of the soul being completely torn apart, the pain of being crushed into mud, the pain of being carved into the bone marrow, sinking in the ocean of pain.

Boundless, time dies here.

In a dark basement.