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Lie's ghost was paralyzed on the ice sea, small and dense blood stains all over his body, and a large piece of thick blood continued to flow out from under itself, seeping into the ice sea, blurring a piece of blood red.

Slowly and with difficulty, he looked at the chestnut-haired young man who was also wearing prison clothes and standing barefoot on the silver and white ice sea not far away, his pale and shriveled lips trembled, and he slowly spoke, and a few thick bloods gushed out from his lips:

"That's ...... Demon Blood Pupil?" The voice was hoarse and indistinct, with a faint hint of trembling.

Although it was only for a moment, he could see it clearly.

The bewitching thick red, beastly and mysterious almond-shaped pupils......

That's the hallmark trait of the devil.

The cold wind howled, and the light chestnut hair fluttered in the wind.

The boy stared at him, his crystal clear amber eyes unwavering.

Slowly moving his gaze away from the young man and looking at the old man in white standing beside him, Lie's pupils twitched, his brows suddenly tightened, and his cold and bitter voice was word by word, as if he was surprised and angry accused:

"Hualing Xuan......! I only know your wolf ambitions, but I didn't expect that now you would have the audacity to do such a heartless thing to your compatriots for the sake of power and power......!"

"Crazy?"

Xuan Lao looked down at him, and his voice was cold:

"Everything I Hua Lingxuan did was for Ellen Is, in order to completely eradicate the moon god, exterminate the demon clan, and never suffer in the future!"

Snow is falling, and the mask is glowing with a cold sheen.

He slowly lowered his eyelids, his pale blue eyes reflected the frost and snow flying in the sky, as if the ice was condensed, and a trace of cruelty gradually oozed from the cold and freezing:

"To fulfill this long-cherished wish...... No matter how difficult the road ahead is and what the cost is...... Even if one day God punishes me, I have a clear conscience. ”

The cold wind is blowing, and the frost and snow are long.

Drop by bit, the blood submerged into the sea of ice, like a shallow silk thread slowly melting away.

The ghost of the lie crouched on the surface of the silver-white sea, dying and unable to move, blood spread from the corners of his lips, his neck, arms, and whole body were covered with blood marks, his skin was open and fleshy, and blood was dripping.

The vision is blurred, the eyelids are extremely heavy, and the whole world seems to be shaking.

The eyelashes were soaked with blood, and the vision was blood-red.

In the blurred field of vision, the boy's short chestnut hair breezed in the wind, his pale and delicate face with a little childishness, and the pale and thin wrists and ankles exposed under the short ragged prison clothes......

"This kid ...... Not yet an adult, right?"

The ghost looked at him, looking at the dense old scars looming on his neck and wrists...... Slowly looked at the old man beside the young man, and his voice was hoarse and low, as if asking:

“…… How did you do it?"

Xuan Lao looked at him with an expressionless face:

"Throughout the ages, those who have achieved great things have indispensable sacrifices and costs. Elean has been fighting with the Demon Clan for thousands of years, and when you and I first went to war, weren't we still underage?"

"Whatever the reason...... Hua Lingxuan, don't let a child bear your hatred and hatred. ”

Lie Chongying looked at him, his brows furrowed, but the eyes on his blood-drenched face were bright and burning.

"Kid?"

Xuan Lao paused, and suddenly smiled coldly, as if he had heard some fantasy.

Glancing lightly at the silent chestnut-haired young man beside him, he raised his eyes again to look at the bloodstained man lying in the sea of ice, raised his chin slightly, and his voice was low and cold:

"From the day he entered the lab, he was no longer an ordinary child......"

"It's the sharpest sword and sword of my Erenis. ”

Lie was stunned, and his eyes suddenly trembled slightly.

Xuan Lao looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"It's you, Spirit...... If you hadn't been so brainless and prescient enough to accept my invitation to help me complete the experimental plan...... Now is the time for you and me to raise a glass and enjoy the results. ”

"Why did it end so miserably?"

The cold wind howled, rolling up the tattered rags.

The messy half-long hair was scattered on the blood-soaked face, and the ghosting shadow crouched on the sea of ice, and a steady stream of dark red blood gushed out from the body, spreading and spreading, gradually staining the sea of ice red.

"Hualing Xuan......" He looked at the old man in white, his brows were tightly locked, his eyes trembled slightly, and his eyes were vaguely uneasy...... Aren't you afraid that if you can't exterminate the demon clan, it will be self-defeating and bring disaster to Ellens?"

The snow is flying obliquely, and the light chestnut hair is stained with a few snowflakes, dancing lightly in the wind.

The old hand gently stroked the soft chestnut hair, as if to soothe a loyal and docile hound.

The light chestnut eyelashes trembled slightly and drooped slightly.

The young man bowed his head quietly, letting the old man caress his head, and the soft light chestnut hair gently fluttered on the slightly pale cheeks, sprinkling a few light snowflakes.

"You don't have to worry about this. ”

With his eyelids lowered, Xuan Lao stared at the docile and quiet young man beside him, and his voice was faint, revealing a bit of incomprehensibility:

"Zero has always been an obedient child, and I am very relieved. ”

Slowly raising his eyes, he looked at the silver-white sea in the distance with an expressionless face, and the corners of his lips hooked up a faint arc:

"Really? ”

Crimson ribbon and long snow-colored hair dance lightly in the wind.

The girl wore a plain white dress, standing quietly on the vast sea of ice, her clothes flying, like a pure ice lotus in bloom.

She stood quietly in the distance, lightly wielding a damaged red paper umbrella, like a silent bystander. Hearing the old man's voice, the snow-colored eyelashes drooped slightly, the girl gently bowed her head, and a strand of snow-colored long hair fell softly from her chest.

The blood mist spread and swirled like silk peeling.

The ghost's whole body was paralyzed, and he lay quietly on the sea of ice.

The dark red blood color continued to flow out of itself, without slowing down in the slightest, and the blood color spread all the way, and the ice sea was blood-red.

The white clothes are rolled, and the mask on the right side of the face reflects the flying frost and snow, glowing with a cold luster.

Xuan Lao watched him drenched in blood and dying, panting low with difficulty, his shriveled lips raging with blood like a fish lacking oxygen, but his weak breath gradually came in and out......

The white hair trembled slightly, and he slowly lowered his eyelids and closed them.

The old man turned and walked straight away, his long sleeves flying.

Only the old and deep voice was scattered in the wind, hoarse and dim, faintly showing a touch of sadness, as if it had gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes:

"Ghosting...... You and I are clear. ”

The chestnut hair was gently brushed in the wind, and the young man followed behind the old man with an expressionless face, and a pair of bare feet stepped through the blood-colored sea of ice, causing small ripples.

The snow is long, and the skirt is rolled.

The girl held the paper umbrella lightly, her wings stretched like a touch of plain white morning light, rising lightly towards the vast gray and blue sky, silently dissolving.

The wind and snow are long.

The endless sea of silver and white ice, the white snow fluttered down from the gray blue sky, blending into the sea of ice, and the spiral white tower standing silently in the distance was faintly visible in the long snow.

The world is quiet, and the frost and snow are flying.

Blood-stained figures crouched on the blood-stained sea of ice, their ragged clothes stained with blood, quietly covered in the drifting snow.

Suddenly, he slowly raised his head and looked ahead.

On the blood-colored face, a pair of eyes reflected the snow in the sky, and the light was bright.

“…… Idiot. ”

The corners of his lips slowly curved a little, he tilted his head, his forehead was red, and the poppy totem appeared silently.