If we can call the wind and rain to keep you, will we still have regrets?

Maybe they will still break free from the confines of the world and go on without hesitation?

I would suspect that everything I did was nothing more than a manifestation of love that I had lost myself.

No one can care, in the story of love, it is difficult to give up and just can't let go.

How ridiculous and crazy is a shadow of self-pity.

I really want to end this one-man love game quickly.

Those who will never get it, then wave goodbye.

Blessing is the only way, and we have long forgotten it.

Those who used to get carried away.

Sweet words of the past.

Once upon a time.

Gone with the wind.

Why are you so deep? so desperate?

In the blink of an eye, my heart was broken without a trace, and the pain was completely complete.

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Black trench coat with hood.

Thin and weak, as if a gust of wind can blow away.

There was only a pair of green eyes, faintly glowing.

Gazing like a searchlight.

It's chilling.

The demon stopped and watched his work.

But I saw the weird smile of the mechanical god of death, taking away freedom, but not taking away the laughter. It was a kind of unyielding laughter, a kind of fierce struggle and resistance. Contempt and ridicule. Like knives that shoot in, shattering confinement and restraint.

At that moment, the demon seemed to be frightened and delusional.

"Can you still laugh?······" The demon was horrified.

"That's right! You can laugh or you'll cry!" The mechanical reaper suddenly opened his mouth to speak.

"This... Impossible!··· There's no way you're going to get out of my shower!······" The demon said in horror.

"Really?" the mechanical reaper walked up to the demon. Slap the devil in the face again.

"Let you get the five blood smoothly, and then trap you with the magic rain array, without triggering the purple electric armor on your body, there will be no powerful helper to hinder us from doing something... It seems ······" The demon froze.

"It seems... Your magic can't stop us!, indeed, you can't trigger the Purple Electric Mark, and you can't summon the masters of the Shura Dao, but you still forgot a little!" said the mechanical god of death angrily.

"Which point?" the demon wondered.

"We can still rely on ourselves! Get out of your trap!" roared the mechanical reaper.

"Oh! Haha!··· Obviously you did. But... I'm curious how you got out of the Demonic Rain Array?" laughed the demon. A seemingly casual but crucial question.

"When it rains in the sky, the unquenchable flames of my Black Fire Hell have already protected the rhythm of the seal, and have long seen through your tricks and tricks!"

“··· I see!, so why is your companion still in the seal?" the demon gestured to the snow, which was still sleeping in the demonic rain shower.

"Let her rest for a while, deal with you, and my buddy can come out too!" said the mechanical reaper was confident.

"me, you're so naïve!" the demon smirked.

"Naive, naïve, I have to try!" said the mechanical reaper laughed innocently.

Just as the fist was about to touch the demon, an inexplicable cold wind blew through the fist of the mechanical god of death! Frozen, stiffened, unable to move, and stagnant?

"Such a fist wants to attack too?" the demon sneered.

"This... What kind of demon is it?!" The mechanical reaper said angrily. The fist was pinned down and could not move, as if it were frozen through layers of icebergs.

"It's just a little trick!" cried the demon wildly. The hood on his head was suddenly blown away by the wind, and he saw Lushan's true face, a skull with half of his face rotting flesh? The head of the skeleton mage? After a while, it turned into a wrinkled zombie head? Finally, it became the face of an ordinary person? The successive changes surprised the mechanical reaper.

"Playing with face changing?" The mechanical god of death was stunned, his right fist was still frozen, and he was extremely surprised to see the face of the demon in front of him.

"Medium!··· Pillar of Ice Wind!" the demon blew softly. A putrid smell turned into a cold wind that pressed into the face of the mechanical reaper.

The mechanical reaper's whole person suddenly became unwell! Lost any sense! A cold blow froze the nervous system of the intelligence, unable to use physical strength and various sensory mobilization functions, as if the frozen machine could not operate.

"Ice injuries of ultra-freezing absolute zero?minus 700?······" The mechanical reaper can also calculate damage data? Any damage can be used to show its great power! The demon in front of him just blew a breath and let himself stand on the precipice of despair? This gap is too big, isn't it? Fortunately, he used the black fire to maintain the temperature in his body, and barely resisted stubbornly.

"Didn't you find that my attacks couldn't touch your purple lightning armor? That's what you call the Purple Electric Mark! I am the only demon who can control the damage of the natural system, and I am the only demon who can call the wind and rain! The Poison Tiger Demon King's Ultimate Shadow calls the wind and rain. The Demon Shadow laughed maniacally.

"The Ultimate Shadow Calls the Wind and Rain?!··· No wonder there is no demonic qi damage, as long as there is a slight amount of demonic qi damage, my purple lightning mark can summon the masters of the Shura Dao! It's even a little sad. The feeling of being suppressed everywhere was no longer able to fight, the rhythm of defeat was getting closer, and the mechanical reaper knew that he would not last long. In the end, you are still powerless to fight back?

At this moment, there is no conviction left, and it is all in vain?

Don't even have the strength to pull out a blade and fight back?

Despair in battle is the most terrible!

Hold on a little longer?The mechanical reaper screamed in despair!

"Sleep! Sleep in the icy wind! you're all tired! Why bother?" muttered the demon who called for the wind and rain.

"No!······" The mechanical reaper is still asleep! The brain in the body is forced to shut down.

"Good!good!······ The blood vial in your hand is mine!" said the Shadow of the Devil in ecstasy. It's just a few breaths of cold wind and a little rain, these two dream warband fools!

Often the easier it is to get something, the harder it is to maintain it easily.

The demon, who was still complacent, suddenly felt bad.

Because I saw two suspicious people not far away.

It's also a man and a woman, a teenage man under 20 years old and a little Lori who is less than 14 years old.

The costume is very special, not an ancient costume but a strong suit for those who can travel through time and space, that is, a high-carbon fiber combat suit, breathable and protective and very tough.

This is not peculiar, the most peculiar thing is the golden six-pointed star symbol shining on the forehead of the little Lori.

The devil's grin becomes twisted and weird!

Like a stealing cat that has been stepped on by its tail!