Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The two ceremonies obviously did not intend to listen to his last words. After stabilizing his body, he pulled out the dagger from the magician's chest, and cut off his head with a beautiful back.

The splattered blood stained everything around him.

After more than [-] years, Zonglian Kuangye finally ushered in a real stillness.

sleep forever.

PS:

I really didn't weaken the monk on purpose. The contradiction spiral in the original book is even more exaggerated than this (spread hands), but it's a pity that the strength of madly pulling cool tyrants...

Chapter [-] What should come is still coming

At the moment when Araya Zonglian died, the entire Xiaochuan apartment was stagnant.

The doll residents inside disappeared one after another.The bubbles of formalin in the jar will no longer rise, and the head will decay normally.Because it is due to the external barrier, although there is a part of Araya Sect's lotus-like scenery, it will not cause the host to die and disappear like the real inherent barrier, and the Xiaochuan apartment is completely preserved.

That's exactly what Rope wants.

The sound of applause was transmitted in the basement.

"Nice attack, miss."

While applauding, Rope said with a smile: "The first enchantress of the clock tower, a monster that has lived for more than two hundred years, how does it feel to kill such a powerful enemy?"

"...It sucks."

The two rituals muttered in low voices.

She lay immobile in a pool of blood, and her kimono became unexpectedly heavy when it got wet.At the same time, the sequelae of normal human beings' use of secret techniques were revealed, with a slight tingling in the head, and the injured arm, the two rituals were indeed "incapable of rebirth" in the literal sense.

However, the results were gratifying.The monk whose head was cut off, the culprit Fuxu, although he may have been helped by an unreliable god in the process, the hatred of Liangyizhi has finally been repaid, and Shi can give himself an explanation.

"I'll help you."

"Um……"

The girl hummed lightly. According to her physical condition, if she didn't accept Rope's help, she would have to spend the night with the corpse here.

The black-haired youth jumped down from the mountain of jars and danced with his hands. The scene that he saw when the two ceremonies were in the apartment hall reappeared, and the water floated in the air thinking of her flying.

It penetrated into the clothes, took away the dirty blood, and the kimono gradually returned to its clean appearance.

But the flow of water on the skin also inevitably took away the body temperature of the two rituals, making her tremble involuntarily.It was unbearable to be cold in such a gloomy basement, even in summer.

The cold only lasted for a few seconds, and the girl was immediately embraced in a warm embrace.

"Um...what are you doing?"

Apart from the father and grandfather, the two rituals were the first to have such intimate contact with the opposite sex.She turned her head in dissatisfaction and glanced at Rope, the young man still smiled gently, and picked her up from the princess on the ground.

"Don't be self-willed at this time. Your arm is broken. If you don't want to make more trouble, it's better to be honest. You refuse me to interfere in your battle, but there is no reason to object to the treatment, right? Or you prefer to rest in the hospital. Monthly time last month."

"The reason why you didn't act is just waiting for this time?"

Complaining, the girl in her arms calmed down.

Maybe because the two years in the hospital were too long and the process was not satisfactory, the two ceremonies were very reluctant to return to that place.

she said in a very low voice.

"……dagger."

"what?"

"My knife, get it for me." The two rituals stuck their head out of Rope's arms and looked at the dagger on the headless corpse: "I really like that weapon, and there's no reason to give it to someone I hate. "

"okay."

After placing the two ceremonies at the door when they came in, Ropey turned and walked back with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Huangye Zonglian's corpse stood still, like Xingtian who was beheaded by the Emperor of Heaven, and his unwillingness could be seen with the naked eye.

Two hundred years, life and death, powerless to save, what is human beings?

Too many contradictions have led this enchanter, who should have been extremely talented, to go astray. The origin of "stillness" does not age. If Araya Zonglian didn't care too much about the elusive answer, it would be more normal. The world wouldn't be like this with the exception of his old classmates in the clock tower.

"Whether it was before or now, you are very unlucky, Araya Zonglian. However, I will enjoy your inheritance well, thank you..."

In a hypocritical tribute, Rope pulled out two ritual daggers from the monk's chest.

Under the action of the water of death, the corpse quickly turned into white lime, and together with the blood on the ground, it perfectly dealt with the remaining problems of the two rituals.

"Give you."

Rope handed the dagger over, and the girl took it and put it back in the scabbard behind the "belt".

Pick up two rituals, he asked.

"Then, I'm sorry to disturb you tonight, Shiki."

"Excuse me...? Wait."

As if realizing something, the girl who was resting in Rope's arms opened her eyes again.

"...You haven't given up on going to my place, have you?"

"Of course, there is no place to stay, it can't be unfolded, right?"