Chapter 271 The End of Childhood

A ray of iron-gray light followed Tianchengfang's sway and broke through Luo Xian's defense. It swept past her in an instant, and blood spurted out from under her white skirt.

Luo Xian knelt on the ground, looking down at the cuts on her chest blankly.

Immediately afterwards, Amagibo heard the continuous shattering sounds in his body, as if it had been destroyed by thunder, and every joint and every muscle was screaming in pain.

Heavy damage.

With just one punch, he was completely defeated. If he wasn't a fourth-level ascendant, he might have been shattered into pieces by this punch, right?

But now, the outcome has been decided.

"I'm sorry, little girl... I couldn't win, but I must live."

He choked violently and vomited out his broken internal organs. He no longer looked at Luo Xian, who was slashed by the Tengu, and staggered forward, stumbling to the medicine bottle.

He reached out to pick up the medicine bottle.

Then, he froze in place.

He heard curious voices behind him.

"This is a swordsmanship I've never seen before. Is it the new Yin-ryu?"

"No, as for Tengu, it should be the Tengu from Kurama Mountain. No wonder..."

He turned back stiffly and saw Luo Xian, who had her back turned to him, slowly getting up from the ground. She should have been chopped in half, but she looked intact. Only a tragic slash was exposed under the broken white skirt. Bones are visible and blood is flowing out.

When he spoke, his tone was full of surprise.

It seems that I have gained more knowledge and learned new skills.

Tianchengfang couldn't believe it.

Just a minor injury?

It was clearly a hit!

"How did you..."

He turned around and stared at Luo Xian's posture: "What was the move just now?"

"Huh? Is this it?"

Luo Xian thought for a moment, and the outline of her body became erratic and solidified again.

The whole world has turned into a low-quality DVD, which just froze for a moment. As a result, many unimportant details and plots were brushed aside, including the fatal blow just now.

Just relying on the pure use of the limbs has almost reached the realm of miracles.

"This should actually be considered a Yubu, but it's just a technique I just figured out a few days ago..."

She spread her hands and showed off her skills to her opponent without any secrets: "Look, it's like this: when the opponent attacks, take a step to the left and a step to the right at the same time... and hide away while the knife is not paying attention. .”

Obviously every word can be understood, but when combined, it becomes ridiculous and weird.

Is that really a skill that the body can do?

Is that really a creation that humans can imagine?

What kind of monster could create this scene in such an understatement?

Not aware of the horror of this talent, after Luo Xian finished explaining, she smiled helplessly: "Unfortunately, I'm still not very skilled. I thought I was really going to die just now.

But now that I've learned your trick, I shouldn't be hurt again, right? "

"..."

In the dead silence, Amagi Fang felt a dry cough in his throat and found it difficult to breathe.

For some reason, his originally calm heart could no longer contain his trembling. His fingers twitched once, then twitched again... It was difficult to control.

"Be serious." Luo Xian looked at him: "You know how to move."

He took a step and stood still, froze on the spot, then widened his eyes, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and launched an attack, but he heard Luo Xian's whisper.

"Tang Zhu."

The knife in his hand fell down, and it was clearly in the shape of a Tang bamboo. Without a single hit, Luo Xian shook his head: "Kasaya chop."

Then Tianchengfang was beheaded in cassock.

Like a puppet on strings, a chill ran through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He roared, turned around, and attacked fiercely.

"The two of you are hanging, pick up Yan Fei."

In Luo Xian's whisper, all the attacks failed, but the fourth level was still the fourth level. The strong wind roared, the terrifying aura dispersed, and it moved forward like a broken bamboo, cutting her face and arms.

It was almost a serious blow.

But Luo Xian's expression was particularly dissatisfied.

Looking at him with disappointment.

"Is that all?"

Step forward, step forward, and the sky collapses.

There was a loud roar, and the Crow Tengu staggered back, its remaining single wing completely torn apart, and it neighed miserably.

Luo Xian stepped forward again, ignoring the countless feathers shot by Crow Tengu, letting her body be torn apart by the blade-like feathers, and punched again.

【Subsidence】.

Then the earth collapsed and cracked, starting from Crow Tengu's feet and spreading to all directions. The terrifying power caused dripping blood to ooze from every pore of Amagibo.

It seems to be playing.

Even though one of his arms was broken by Amagibo's counterattack, he still smiled casually: "You should be the kind of person who has sufficient foundation and can even break through on the spot, right?"

"Don't be frustrated, please try harder, Mr. Amagibo."

She stared at the Tengu's increasingly pale face and begged expectantly, "Before you die or I die, try to leave some good memories."

"——So, please try your best to kill me!"

Amagi Fang said nothing.

He had been swallowed up by the joyful darkness in those eyes.

The chill was like a wave, freezing his consciousness.

As the essence hidden under the darkness revealed its ferocious outline, he couldn't help but tremble in despair, unable to restrain himself from the drowsiness.

What kind of monster is this...

he does not know.

It was as if a sticky darkness rose from the woman's emaciated body, slowly engulfing herself, covering and chewing her inch by inch, and she fell into the final madness in the pain of shattering her bones.

There was the sound of bones breaking, then the sound of broken internal organs, and even the sound of grinding teeth and sucking blood echoed in my ears...

For some reason, he suddenly remembered that low melody he had heard somewhere.

So gentle, so peaceful.

Maybe today is a good day to die.

He closed his eyes numbly.

Crow Tengu ushered in death.

When the roar came to an end, the screams and whines stopped abruptly, and the flying dust and ashes fell.

Among the devastation, only a mutilated figure slowly walked out.

Almost fragmented.

The white dress was already covered with cracks, one eye was blind, both arms were broken, and one calf was crushed to pieces, but there was still a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

The final winner appeared in front of all the audience, but there were no cheers or even warm applause in the venue.

There was only dead silence.

A suffocating silence.

In the lingering chill, everyone's eyes were stung by the gentle smile on the screen.

When they understood what that happy smile actually meant, everyone subconsciously held their breath.

Feeling fear.

shudder.

"Incredible..."

Di Ting let out a long breath, and didn't know whether it was emotion or wonder: "Is this the so-called genius?"

In front of the TV, the old man holding protein powder lowered his eyes indifferently.

genius?

maybe.

Perhaps, her talents have already exceeded the scope of ordinary people's understanding... But is this excessive talent a blessing of fate or a curse?

In the silence, only the phone beside him rang.

Zhu Hongchen's name appeared on the screen.

The old man answered calmly: "I saw it."

"..."

After a long silence, a tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sorry."

"There is nothing to be sorry for. This is no one's fault. It's just that you have misunderstood her essence and still have expectations for her."

Mr. Luo said calmly: "I still hope that she can return to human life."

"..."

Zhu Hongchen was silent for a long time and then said, "I will solve it."

"This is not something you can solve, nor is it something you should take care of." Mr. Luo shook his head: "Don't worry, I can handle it."

"Is there no other way?"

"No."

The old man asked: "In addition to killing her, how else can we free her?"

"..."

In a long silence, the phone was hung up.

The old man put down the phone, leaned on the chair, looked at the smiling faces on the screen, and closed his eyes for a long time: "After all...is it not allowed to be like this?"

He chuckled.

I don’t know whether to be proud of the evil consequences I have planted or to laugh at my former innocence.

Twenty years ago, when he knew his path had come to an end, it didn't take him long to accept what might have been a bolt from the blue for others.

So calm that I was scared.

Other than that...he just made a wish.

I hope someone can inherit everything I have, I hope someone can surpass me, I hope someone can excel.

Later, he met a woman in hell.

Two more years later, he opened the door and saw the swaddle on the steps.

From that day on, he knew that his wish had come true.

The baby that appeared in front of his door grew strong and fast. Even though he was not good at raising children, he still tenaciously survived his rough parenting methods, and then revealed his incredible talent.

My former self was overjoyed at the emergence of this talent.

Since when did I realize how abnormal this talent was?

Too many anomalies were ignored by him, and the too twisted essence was covered up by this unprecedented talent...

Until one day, when he crossed the cordon and walked into the messy classroom, he saw six-year-old Luo Xian.

The lonely girl stood among the bloody and frightened classmates, looking at the pale face of the dying teacher and more of the torn pet corpses. He turned back blankly and looked at his father.

"Father, have you come to take me home?"

"Why do you want to kill them, Xiaoxian?"

He knelt down and stared into his daughter's eyes, and then he saw the joyful smile on her face.

"The teacher said he would take us to play games."

A game.

"..."

From that moment on, he discovered where the abnormality in this child came from.

Only in the death of something can she find happiness.

Only when you kill something can you feel happiness.

You can only feel the so-called love when you are about to be killed...

The abyss indeed fulfilled his wish and fulfilled his prayer to the letter. In the way he wished, he could give too much. This blessing was too generous.

A generosity beyond the reach of the human world.

From that day on, he never taught Luo Xian anything, but he still couldn't stop her from growing up day by day and realizing her wishes day by day.

It's like a monster that has come into the human world.

No matter how exquisite her appearance is, she can't hide the abnormality in her soul.

She had never gained any growth or understanding from human life. It would be better to say that for her, everything in ordinary life is a profound pretending game, the restraints and shackles of a cage.

One day, this short childhood will come to an end.

She responded to the call of the abyss, returned to hell, abandoned the human shell, and became some kind of monster that she was also afraid of.

But not now, not today.

The old man slowly raised his head, stared at the blank hanging scroll on the wall, and found the answer that he already knew in his mind.

Perhaps, this hypocritical family game should not have started from the beginning.

‘Love’ is too luxurious for people like them.

Fortunately, he still had time to write the ending for this game.

Huaishi woke up from her trance.

The manuscript in front of him silently turned into a ray of light, as if it had completed its task, and then spun around twice before disappearing into the air. Immediately afterwards, the cello in his arms also disappeared into the air.

In the auditorium, the fire in the eye hole of the skull had extinguished at some point.

But for some reason, it felt like there was still a peaceful smile on its face.

Huai Shi was still immersed in the wonderful feeling just now.

In the short and peaceful melody, the whole person seems to have gained relief and peace, flying carefree in the sky, looking at the turmoil and struggle in the distance.

Quietly stare at everything that has nothing to do with you.

See those insignificant deaths flying into the sky and disappearing into the dark world behind the clouds.

In just a few minutes, but it seemed like three or four days, all his essence had been completely exhausted.

Almost exhausted.

Then, I had an inexplicable realization.

When he habitually opened the book, he found that his cello playing, which had been silent for a long time, had improved to a new level. This was an unexpected surprise.

But what confused him even more was that the damn skill [Premonition of Death] had inexplicably jumped from LV1 to LV2.

what happened?

He held the Book of Destiny and looked at it over and over, feeling confused.

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