The doctor's mind is constantly flashing and recalling the past, recalling the changes in the past few months, recalling the ups and downs of the past ten years, and recalling the road he has traveled so far.

Thinking about my life is enough to describe it as wonderful, and the things I have experienced and created are beyond the reach or even imagination of ordinary people.

She created the greatest existence of her time, but at the same time lost her loved ones and loved ones.

Many years ago, when she was a woman who was only well versed in academics and dreamed of becoming a great woman of her time like Marie Curie, she would never have imagined that she is not a ghost today.

There was a cold chill from the scalpel body in his palm, although the fingers were not on the blade, but he could already feel the sharpness of the forest.

The cold air in the air began to be as cold as the scalpel, and the night wind was like a myriad of sharp blades. Under such circumstances, the doctor really wanted to fight happily and completely release the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for so many years. Although the living room of Villa Seven was spacious, it was by no means something she could do with the mysterious person in front of her.

The Medic didn't want to go to war here, for the simple reason that the aftermath of the battle would endanger the rest of the surrounding residents. She didn't know much about the other residents of Malfoy's apartment, but she had heard of its owner, and while the Doctor wasn't afraid of him, it was a nuisance to get into trouble with such a character.

Thinking of this, the doctor's figure floated back, and he retreated as she appeared, but with a faint smile on his face.

The mysterious man turned sideways to Sakura and said, "I'll go back as soon as I go, I'll leave it to you here." ”

Sakura nodded, although she didn't want the mysterious man to leave, but he was the only one to solve the problem at the moment. The mysterious man's gaze turned to Ikawa, who was standing aside, and said, "This is not your battlefield, you are just a poor person who has been used, if possible, you should try to find your true self." With that, his figure flashed and he disappeared into the darkness.

Ikawa, dressed in black tights, stood there stunned, of course, his spirit just now was gone, and his godless eyes only kept flashing chaotic emotions, and just when he felt the powerful aura generated by the confrontation between the mysterious man and the doctor, his brain began to mess up.

The blood-furious madman, the figure of Black Wing, the golden shrine maiden, the scenes flashed in front of him like a slide, and Ikawa realized that he had indeed been asleep for too long, and needed some time and opportunity to repair his memory.

Ikawa looked up at Sakura and Xiaojie on the other side, the two of them were waiting for him, and the fighting spirit was slow, Ikawa shook his head, and the majestic battle intent in his heart just now did not have the slightest.

With a light sigh, Ikawa turned around and walked away, his burly body looking extremely helpless.

Sakura and the others were surprised by this ending, but this kind of confused peace was not a good thing for the battle that would have to pay a price, and everyone was happy to see it happen.

Looking at the broken window, Hitomi sighed, and then said to Sakura, "That person... Is that the head of the circus?"

For Hitomi, a "half-asser", I probably guessed his identity, Sakura naturally didn't deny anything, nodded silently, and then opened his mouth to explain: "I didn't expect him to come in person, the paper kite is not there, although the members of the Manga Research Club are wide, there are still not many decent players, and I also want the circus to be involved in this matter, so I asked the circus for help." ”

Ah Tong nodded and said, "I don't want to, it's really to save face." "If Hugo had been present, he would have said the same thing.

With that, Hitomi shrunk her neck, and the cold air that poured into the room through the gap made her feel a little cold.

Sakura stared at the black hole-like gap in the window, wondering how many more people were going to break in tonight.

...

At the door of Malfoy's apartment, Thangka took a few steps backwards with a pale face, and slammed his delicate body into the stone pillar of the wall.

A crimson blood mist filled his surroundings, but this blood mist had long since lost its effect.

Although the white ghost is not a ghost in the subjective sense, it is certainly not a human. Under Thangka's crazy attack, the white ghost had no fear, and all of them fought back one by one in the most simple and domineering way, no matter how hard Thangka tried, he couldn't hurt it in the slightest.

Thangka's eyebrows condensed heavily into a Sichuan character, and a feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart. No matter what enemy he faced, Thangka never overcame this feeling. The paper kite gives people the feeling that it is powerful and difficult to fight, and the white ghost gives it the feeling that all its confrontations are in vain, even if it is destroyed and defeated, but it will still appear in another place like a resurrected soul and reshape.

The white ghost took a step towards Thangka, and a faint cyan footprint appeared on the place where he had stood, and the footprints seemed to burn black and cyan flames under the dim street lamp, like a rut left by the evil ghost rider.

Thangka snorted coldly, waved his hand suddenly, and the blood mist wrapped around him dissipated and was contained in his body, and Thangka's face suddenly flushed a lot. The blood-colored giant scythe in his hand is still embodied in his hand, although the white ghost is extremely powerful, but he is still a little afraid of this blood-colored giant scythe.

Thangka straightened up and straightened up again, even if he knew that he was not the opponent of the other party, Thangka still had to fight with him, not only to avenge the original Chitose, but also to buy more time for Sakura and the others.

Looking at Thangka's resolute expression, the white ghost tilted his head, and his skull-like jaw opened, making a wow sound, as if he was praising Thangka's indomitable spirit.

"Stop talking nonsense, look what else you have to say after I pull your jaw off!" Thangka said viciously, as the blood-colored scythe swung out and slashed at the white ghost's throat.

The white ghost exhaled, two balls of green qi exhaled from the two hole-like nostrils, and the body jumped forward strangely, the body that looked thin and stiff sensitively dodged the attack of the blood-colored knife head, and at the same time stretched out its arms to the handle of the blood-colored giant scythe, and at the same time, with the opportunity to share an object with Thangka, the body rushed forward again, approaching Thangka in the shortest possible time, and a snow-white dry palm went straight towards Thangka's throat.

At such a critical moment, suddenly an object struck like a thunderbolt, and before Thangka nor the white ghost could react, the object only hit the back of the white ghost's hand, and the white ghost's arm was crooked, and the palm of the hand was heavily nailed to the handle of the blood-colored scythe.