Texas please kill me

But unfortunately...

A man named Vic Saluzzo.

Already crazy.

Totally insane.

You want to threaten me?

very good...

I'm also curious, which one is harder, the Originium shaping explosives that can collapse an entire city, or your body.

Volume 117: Give me a new life: Chapter 51 Chapter [-] Love, let him be invincible

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Longmen Outer Ring, Qingyun District.

The black-haired and white-eared Volper raised his face slightly, looking at the long-abandoned theater in front of him.

He squinted, with an indecipherable smile on his face.

The sweet breath at the tip of the nose became more intense, and the frantic whispers in the ears became more restless.

They told him that it was here.

His "citizens" are here.

In Volper's crimson left eye, a phantom seemed to emerge.

The dilapidated theater was intact, and the actors in scarlet gowns walked out of the gate, silently making respectful gestures, as if welcoming him.

"I thought you'd hold on longer, Mr. Vick."

The mysterious man wearing a wide-brimmed top hat reappeared, with a somewhat regretful and fanatical tone. "However, this may prove that you were born to join our scarlet troupe!"

Vic remained silent, staring at the fanatical figure, the corner of his lips still had an inexplicable smile, which hadn't changed at all.

The Scarlet Troupe are a bunch of lunatics.

A group of crazy people who don't know it, only laugh at the crazy people who others can't see clearly.

But it's a pity.

Vic Saluzzo.

Also a lunatic.

Moreover, it is a madman who is more completely crazy and clearly knows that he is crazy.

Calm and sanity are illusions, smiles are the masks of habit, and explosions are the blooming of art.

so...

He opened his mouth.

"Are you willing to witness my art?"

"Oh?" The figure seemed a little surprised, he raised his face, revealing an ordinary face of a middle-aged man.

He stared at Vic, smiled after a moment, and bowed slightly to him in a chest salute.

"Of course I would, our 'Fate Master'."

He called Vic, "The Playwright"?

"what."

Wolper chuckled, opened his arms, turned his back to the actors, and faced the shadowy figure with a sharp knife quietly appearing behind him.

The left hand forms a fist.

The scarlet mist drifted away.

Detonator button pressed.

boom--!

The flames suddenly appeared, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the ground shook.

The shadow-like sharp blade pierced through the smoke and dust, rushed out, raised the sharp blade like a black line, and slashed at Volper's neck soundlessly.

The scarlet blood mist condensed into a long sword. When the blade was raised, it collided with the shadow blade soundlessly, and then separated in the next instant.

The shadow danced wildly, cutting out black afterimages in the air like splashing ink, but the scarlet long sword blocked them all without leaking water, and pulled out a gorgeous picture scroll in the air together with the pitch-black shadow.

The blood mist covered his body, and the familiar feeling returned. Volper took half a step back, while his black hair was flying, he sideways avoided the coming sharp blade, and swung the long sword in his hand diagonally!

laugh--

There was a slight sound of the sword entering the flesh, and the blood line flew up and fell into the air. Volper kept moving, approaching forward while turning sideways, the blade was raised, and the arm drove the long sword to dance, slicing through the shadows without hindrance neck.

The head flew up into the sky, and the shadow dissipated, revealing the unremarkable Filin's face.

Vik stood still in place, let out a long breath of enjoyment, looked sideways at the mysterious man with a stiff body, the curvature of his lips remained unchanged, and said with a smile:

"Do you want to dance too?"

"...You, are not affected by 'scarlet'?!"

The man ignored Vic's inexplicable words, and just uttered in horror, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, forming an extremely divided picture on his face.

"Scarlet?" Volper frowned slightly, and the scarlet mist lingered around him. "Do you think I look unaffected?"

"This can only mean..." The long sword was raised and slowly inserted between the man's eyebrows, the horror in his eyes remained unchanged.

"The 'Scarlet Troupe' that you are so proud of is just a group of rotten fish and rotten shrimp immersed in the fantasy of inferior performances."

The long sword pierced through the man's head, but he didn't lose his vitality. He just looked at Vic and spoke hoarsely.

"You... will understand..."

"Of course I understand." Volper replied with a smile.

"I understand that your so-called performances are just a bunch of poor imitations. Your so-called art is so inferior and ugly."

"Such poor quality..."

"Unworthy of being called, art."

"And you are nothing more than a group of... clowns who call themselves the troupe."

Black Mist - should now be called Blood Mist.

As the words fell, the scarlet mist lifted the black-haired and white-eared Volper, allowing him to look down at his feet, like a proud god looking down on the mortal world under his feet.

He looked at the man standing like a phantom standing above the city full of cracks, and that black shadow, the curvature of the corners of his lips had not changed in the slightest.

"You know what, I'm actually angry," he said. "You're right about one thing. I do love her."

"But that's not why you used her to threaten me." He raised his hand gracefully, raised his head, and slowly closed his crimson left eye.

"So, I decided to let you...feel, my, 'art'."

"Look at it, it's so perfect..."

"take a bow."

As the words that sounded like a chant fell, scarlet mist rolled out like a tidal wave, completely covering the entire dilapidated urban area outside Qingyun District.

The figure below did not move.

It's not that he doesn't want to act.

Rather...

He had already been quietly penetrated into the body by the thin, undetectable mist, imprisoning his movements.

boom--! ! ! !

A more violent flame suddenly appeared, and with the rumbling sound of collapse, a whole urban area covered by fog on the edge of the outer ring of Longmen even collapsed.

—Of course, it is an uninhabited urban area.

The black mist dissipated slowly, and Volper fell back to the ground lightly, stood still with both feet on the ground, turned around and looked back, opened the door to get off the car not far away, and walked slowly, the dark blue-haired Luper with a somewhat complicated expression.

She is alone.

Volper's black hair gradually turned white, and he smiled, as if he was standing under the big tree in the backyard of his home in the outer city of Volsini many years ago, looking at Cellinina with a smile on his face.

"Did you like the fireworks I set off for you, honey?"

The influence of the scarlet smoke was still there, making him feel like he was drunk, maintaining a subtle sobriety, and feeling his deep love that seemed to be magnified countless times.

Can't hide, can't cover, full of love.

Those clowns of the Scarlet Troupe won't understand.

He didn't understand why he would not be affected, he would attack them instead of what they expected, and he would take the initiative to come to the door, but let them be tortured and killed without any resistance.

Everything, all because of one thing.

Volper smiled at her, at Celinina Texas, at the only person he loved dearly, and the scarlet mist slowly returned to the familiar jet black.

because--

"Celinina, I love you."

Love makes him invincible.

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Volume 118: Give me a new life: Chapter 52 Chapter [-] Want to kiss?

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Longmen Outer Ring, Qingyun District.

Texas stared at the white-haired Volper standing on the edge of the collapsed city, as if he would take a step back at any time, and jumped directly from the edge.

"Vic..."

"Yo, good evening, Celinina." He smiled, with an obvious smile in his voice.

It was as if, two years ago, when it was still in Syracuse.

The whispers in the ears dissipated, and reason returned to the embrace of consciousness.

And she also stepped closer to him.

Approaching, blindfolded, white-haired Volper.

"Vic, Vic Saluzzo..."

She stood in front of Vic, whispering his name softly, her orange eyes met his crimson left eye.

"Aren't you going to catch me, Cellinina?" He asked back with a smile, and got the expected answer.

She shook her head.

"I'll get you, Vic."

By myself, not by your handout mercy.

The wolf of Syracuse must be strong all his life.

She didn't want Vic to throw himself into his arms.

She wants to hold him by herself, let him see her growth, let him understand that she now has the qualifications to stand by his side and stand side by side with him.

She wanted this cunning fox to never leave her and never escape from her side.

She wanted him to be convinced and take the initiative to stay by her side.

"Okay then, I'll wait for the day you catch me." The smile on Volper's face didn't change at all, it was still the same smile.