Chapter Eighty-Seven: Overture to the Dead

The pouring rain washed over the bridge deck, and the bright red color mixed with the rain, and gradually sank into the river, and it may not take an hour for there to be no traces.

Luo Jiahuang's head didn't have to leave, and the evil wings behind him fluttered their wings.

......

"What's next... It's your turn!" Ouyang Wuwu turned his gloomy face, and the metal storm in his hand turned to focus on Xia He.

Purple lightning leaped up from the back of the knife, intertwining with the bean-sized raindrops, making a crackling sound.

The intertwined thunder and lightning became the only bit of light in the night, flashing rapidly in the night, like a meteor streaking across the sky.

Fast!

It's so fast!

Blessed with the swift Ouyang Wuwu, the speed is extremely fast, several times faster than the former Dongfang Yue.

The metal storm with thunder and lightning suddenly slashed down the moment it approached Xia He!!

The thunder and lightning exploded in that instant, forming a thundercloud in the air and pressing down on Xia He.

The flames and thunder that formed around the demon knife mixed together, and the red shadow suddenly retreated.

Xia He felt the crackling thunder and lightning spread towards his body, and he felt a tingling sensation.

At the moment when Xia He paused slightly, Ouyang Wuwu on the opposite side threw away the metal storm in his hand and turned around and smashed it with his fist.

Tearing pain in general.

Xia He felt that his belly was burning like fire, and Yu He behind him couldn't control it anymore, and his figure fell into the torrent below, splashing a splash.

Damn it!

It's the feeling again!

The tidal wave of powerlessness that once my father died!

That feeling of weakness in one's own strength!

I, Xia He, obviously just want to live in my own world... To protect my own little bit of daily life, why would anyone want to destroy him!

I am not a hero and do not have the consciousness to save all ...

The icy river water lapped against Xia He's face, and the feeling of suffocation that followed.

The turbulent river slammed into his body, and the pain in front of him suddenly magnified, making his painful feeling very clear.

Maybe... There's no need to worry about anything when you're liberated...

- This is a memoir -

In a turquoise grassland, the boy sat on a small hill bag, holding up a drawing board in his hand, the pen in his hand was like a smart swimming fish swinging flexibly on the drawing board, and the smart girl on the picture was outlined by a few simple lines.

Creak.

The surrounding acquaintances screamed twice, as if they couldn't bear to disturb this leisurely scene, so they stopped screaming.

The girl stood on the top of the hill, a comfortable breeze blowing through her body, and the hem of her white dress rose with the breeze.

The girl has a calm face, a quiet smile, soft and smart eyes, a white slip dress, and a beige beach hat on her head.

The tip of the boy's pen gradually raised, and he looked at the painting in his hand with satisfaction, although it did not look so perfect, but the simple lines had a bit of charm.

"Xia He (I don't want to change the name, I don't want to unify the name) has you finished drawing. The girl turned her head slightly, pouting suspiciously, and her thin pink lips curled slightly.

"Fang Xin, okay, okay. The boy retracted his brush in satisfaction.

"Brother Xia He gave it to me, is it okay~ Fang Xin likes her brother's painting the most. ”

The sun was gradually setting, and the boys and girls in the setting sun were sitting together, holding sketchpads in their hands, and the shadows behind them pulled the elders.

......

"Hey, Xia He, how handsome that girl is in the stand~"

At the graduation party, the agile girl danced a dazzling dance on the stage.

Xia He pursed his lips and smiled...

She... But what about my fiancée~

......

"Bang. A dull crash sounded.

Xia He felt a tearing pain on his forehead, and warm blood was left on his forehead.

Crunch.

The door to the room closed and closed, the steel door seemed to separate the two worlds, and the darkness inside the door was incomparable.

"Made him for me! Tut-tut..."

Thinking about Ouyang Wuwu's leaving, the tone was so disdainful.

Oh, yes... A sense of powerlessness... As well as the weak...

Whether in the previous life or now, this feeling of annoyance has never gone away.

"This time... Look how you fight back!" Ouyang Wuwu showed a mocking smile, and a red light gathered in his palm.

Meow Meow on the side shrunk and sat aside, her small body trembling and soaked by the raindrops.

The red light wave that shot out from Senran ignited the entire night sky the moment it hit the ground!

The fierce flames and explosions suddenly blocked the river in an instant, like the surrounding land impacting apart!!

A small figure dressed in a shrine maiden costume is engulfed by flames.

3 minutes and 29 seconds remaining until the mission is completed. ——

"It's time to evacuate, it seems like a little mouse has run away. ”

"So... How could it be ???"

The flames that had not yet burned to the end were swept away by an invisible wind wave!

The figure floated in place like a demon god, with a bumpy figure and long white hair several meters long flying behind him.

Sexy thin lips one by one.

"My sister... It's not something anyone can bully..."

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Guess who this is?

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