The days we traveled with Mikasa

314, [anti-theft chapter, replace the body after half an hour]

The ability.

"-"

White flames have no sigh before lit before the genus of the genus, it seems that it is a kind of thing that burned out of the light from the light, let him have the bottom of this kind of pink hair woman. The idea is completely dissipated.

This is not from the soul level of the attack on Macarma, just relying on the powerful control of his own, let his body refuse to reject Matchma, with biological instances to resist her. Special ability.

"call!"

The light origin is slightly spit out, moved his hands and feet, lips and lips, for three small channels: "Ready to do."

"..."

Sanyi nodded nodded, quietly launched the ability of the soul cloak "to perceive fraud".

Perceive fraud: Use the soul of the cloak to quickly spread the fire of the soul, blind the perceived ability of the surrounding life, so that it is reduced.

Her breath completely disappeared in the perception of lightweight, as if it was in an instantaneous gasification into the air.

"I like it well, then I can also put down the psychological burden of innocent people, and fight all the best."

The light origin once again pulled the village from the waist, and the vainful shadow of the soul is shrouded in his whole body.

"Kaira does not live.

"..."

She took a few steps, and her heart rose a disturbed, as if I forgot what?

Macchma is unable to. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Matchma is almost almost "dominant", but it is never able to understand the fear, how to create a relationship with others.

Looking at the blood on the blade, the blood gradually became dark, she was a little irritated, but it was only in some ....

"Sorry, I have to bother you once."

Her mouth hooked the smile of intriguing, next second -

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!"

It is also the four blood flowers, the boy's limbs are still in the original position, but the elbow joints and knee joints are free, only thick plasma mixed with bones and flesh powder splashes all things. The long knife cover lying on the ground is half a cut.

"..."

Matchma looked for a while, raised the right arm once again -

"boom!"

The boy's head disappears, and the red-white mixed viscous liquid is generally spread, and the ceiling and the surrounding wall are refuted.

The long knife is thoroughly covered with meat and disseminated smell.

"..."

"Hey ..."

The rain is still under, and the sound arrives at the long corridor. It has been slightly unknapped here, but the wet fresh breath effectively dilutes bloody breath in the air.

"Stepping ... stepping ...

Matchma's hands inserted in the pocket, and his eyes did not rush. She is moving a few steps slowly, but suddenly feels cold on the side of the wrist, and then the silk pain.

"?"

She stopped the footsteps and returned to the boy again, but found that he was sitting in the bloody, and the eyes offered with her cold.

The eyes of the walls, the ceiling, and the eyes are white, don't talk about the cerebrose, even the obvious dust is not, it seems that everything just the scarlet has not happened.

Detailed boy's body carefully ...

Head - intact.

The limbs - intact.

Chest - Oh ... there is a large blood of the blood, but it seems that this injury cannot cause effective harm to him.

In addition, the boy's right neck is more purple crystalline, and cold.

Macchima felt a strange gratifying, gratifying? Cause harm?

She doesn't know what the boy is there.

Perhaps he has a human recovery ability, perhaps he has a wonderful manner to create a fantasy, maybe he is a devil, a powerful demon, can you master the mystery of time?

unimportant.

Macchima sighs, here is not Japan, or said ..... This is not the 'Japanese' of her world, there is no main minister and her contract to bring death to a random Japanese national national body. .

Simply said that she didn't play most of the ability and couldn't enjoy the "unstead" treatment.

I don't talk about it. Macchim is very clear. I only have a body that is in the devil is the body, pure physical strength ... and only one life.

Just now, in the moment, the atmosphere of death is starting around her.

"..."

Macarma stood quietly, calmly and boy, the black curse of the eyes started from her delicate neck to her face, and also spread faster.

To die -

Although it is not true death.

In her eyes, her eyes slipped into a transparent liquid when the curse flooded into her eyes.

Maybe tears?

have no idea.

Drip drops, leave a wet marker on her face.

Inside the body, the curse climbs the heart of Matchma and conducts the final spread.

When the droplets slide to the lower jaw, the curse detects a character over the heart of her.

--die.

"..."

Amber, there is a bright dinner that has a ring circle.

The orange pink hair of the twist spread on a section, which is covered with the shoulders of the black windbreaker ...

"thump!"

Macchima fell.

----

"..."

The light is a lot of breath, and the same surface - lying into the blood.

, Up, clothes dirty. "

Sancha is now in his body, she is half-knew in the lightweight, and she gently stroked his chest: "Although it is a policy, it is still almost unbearable."

She refers to the things that Matchmma gave the light from the chest. At that time, she almost didn't hold out the knife to cut the knife.

"Don't worry, this kind of injury is nothing to do with breaking the skin."

The light original is sitting in the bloody, behind the black and white bid, the uniform is very clean, there is no blood.

"Don't worry about clothes, I use the fire of the soul."

Although he said, he still stood up - because the three froth frowned, the face was not in the face - this is an angry.

Light origin is very clear that Sancha is angry because of what.

He lifted his consciousness and touched the crystallization of the neck - the size of his palm had been spread, cold and hard, even a small crystal cluster.

Seeing his movements, the chills in the Sanchao are heavier than a bit.

"Master, three gornes, here are not where they speak."

In the eyes, I have to burn, and Sehir is awkward, she pointed at the blood of Matchma and the blood of the lightweight, refers to the camera in the corner.

"Well, let's leave first."

The light original is nod, then pulled up the three-piece hand, pulled up the village from the top of the village. He revealed the smile: "Let's go first, three?"

"..."

Sanfu glanced a light, said that I didn't want to talk to him, and I took the hand of Sehil to the subway station.

The light origin was helpless, and he turned his head and looked at the location of the Macchima - there was a lot of two women who were waiting for waiting at the door.

"Wait for me, this is coming."

......