This little flower cat has been living in the seventh area for a long time, and the plum blossoms that can often be seen on the snow are the footprints left by it, and those blood spots and bird feathers are all traces of its killing masterpieces, and it can even be said that it is the overlord of this area.

Until last night, everything had changed.

The change in the breath of heaven and earth made it feel extremely uneasy, and it didn't even dare to go back to sleep in the nest in the carport, nor did it dare to leave here, and climbed onto the birch tree to spend the night in fear, but as soon as the morning light illuminated the heaven and earth, it saw an extremely terrifying picture.

The voles, the bugs, the cicadas, the food it once had had become something it didn't recognize, exuding a strange and terrifying aura. Those stray dogs, those cats that other people have in their homes, those cats that have fought with it, have also become this kind of thing. Now even the tree where it was hiding seemed to come back to life, and the bird...... When did the bird become such a terrible thing!

The little cat knew that it would die if it continued like this, and the instinctive fear gave it rare courage, and it burrowed out the sparse leaves, and sent a slightly trembling, sympathetic meow to the family in the opposite building.

It knew that the family was no ordinary person.

It had seen the strange cicada kill a powerful human.

It knew that the teenager who liked to wear blue tracksuits liked himself.

So it didn't leave last night.

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Huaxi listened to the cat's meow, walked to the window and looked, and suddenly the flower was discolored, and shouted: "Oh, it's a little flower, it's pregnant with a baby, how did it climb to such a high place, I'll go and pick it up." ”

It was too late, and the blackbird heard the cat's meow, flew over like lightning, and pecked at the little flower cat's eyes.

It's still too late, because Yukihime also moved at this time.

This planet is about to be occupied by the sea of dark matter, and countless people are about to die, she can look at it indifferently, but at this time, she moved.

She raised her cute little round hand and landed on Jing Jiu's shoulder.

Jing Jiu's body did not tremble at all, the fingers that pressed the keys were still so stable, but the left hand on the windowsill moved.

With a soft sound, the blackbird had just halfway into two pieces, and the break was extremely neat.

If there is a way to preserve it, it can even be sent to Base 857 to be used as a specimen.

Immediately afterward, the two blackbird carcasses turned into more fragments, and then into black smoke formed by spores.

The impregnated birch tree was also broken, broken a third of its height, just a little above the black scar.

There was a click, and the birch tree fell, stretching from the flower bed to the front of Unit 720, like a bridge.

The kitten sprang up from the tree bridge, jumped on the windowsill, swept into the room through the open window, and vanished.

Jing Jiu's left hand continued to rest on the windowsill, and his right hand continued to play the piano, turning to look at Huaxi and asking, "Is it ...... Pregnant with a baby?"

The little flower cat's belly was only slightly bulging, and it was so agile that it didn't look like it was pregnant at all.

Huaxi said: "I feed it steamed cakes every day, how can I not know?"

The steamed cakes in the corner were all eaten by ants in the end.

Jing Jiu asked curiously, "Does it ...... Isn't it a male cat?"

Huaxi said mockingly: "Heh, man. ”

Jing Jiu was about to ask some questions about how many days it would take for Xiaohua to give birth, when he suddenly felt a clear meaning coming from Xue Ji's small round hand.

- You don't have to keep playing.

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I really don't have to play the piano anymore, whether it's against cows and horses or against the monsters of the Sea of Darkness.

If there had ever been a tacit understanding between the two sides, it would have ended with the break between the blackbird and the birch.

The silence of 720 was broken, and the faint sound of grinding sounded, followed by a heavy sound of landing, and I don't know how many monsters were rushing towards the dormitory building on the very edge of the outskirts of the city. Looking at it on the satellite screen, it was as if dozens of black torrents had swallowed up this ordinary old-style dormitory building in an instant.

The magical picture that happens in the next moment cannot be seen by either the satellites or the surveillance drones in the atmosphere.

Rubbing, rubbing, countless crisp and low-pitched sounds sounded, like paper being torn, like green leaves leaving a branch, like chopsticks being broken in two, in short, the sound of breaking, indicating that there were countless objects divided into two or more parts in this moment.

Those objects were the monsters of the Sea of Darkness that were flooding into 720.

A sequence of lightning swept from the carport, its head suddenly off its neck, soaring into the sky, and before it hit the ground, it was reduced to splinters, falling like black snowflakes, and its body turned into a puff of powder like a charcoal stone hit by a heavy hammer.

Dozens of half-tails leaped into the air, jumping down like little demons in the dim light. But they couldn't reach the ground, and they didn't make it to the top of the 720th floor, and they were cut into countless pieces at a height of ten floors.

More and more monsters rushed towards this side, but none of them could touch the cement walls of 720, let alone the room with the windows open, and they all fell to pieces.

The old dormitory building was sprinkled with monster limbs like a torrential rain, and black powder flew in the wind, and the scene looked extremely eerie. Except for the soft grinding sound of those cuts, no sound can be heard. There was no shouting, no screaming, and there was a palpitating meaning in the eerie silence.

Jing Jiu looked at the picture outside the window, a little nervous and confused, not knowing what was going on outside.

His right hand had left the keys, but he didn't know where to put it.

Huaxi was already stunned, grabbing the bread slices, not knowing whether to continue eating or screaming.

Suddenly, she noticed that her brother had become a little different from usual.

The blue tracksuit on Jing Jiu's body looked a little wide - that was because he was much shorter than usual at this time, his body seemed to be smaller, and even his eyebrows and eyes were faintly childish, as if he had become an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

What's going on?

Jing Jiu didn't know the changes in his body, and he felt a little strange in his heart as he looked at the fragments of the monster corpses that fell silently outside the window.

He knew that even if those monsters were cut into pieces, or even slices, it would be difficult to die completely, and the spores that those cells turned into were still infectious.

This instinct for danger made him a little uneasy, and the uneasiness turned into agitation, like a wildfire burning in his heart.

There was a bang.

The whole world was on fire.

More precisely, with the 720th floor as the center, with the courtyard wall and the edge of the flower bed as the boundary, all the worlds within the height of the 10-story building were burned.

This kind of burning was extremely violent, more like a deflagration of dust, and the broken corpses of those dark sea monsters were fuel, but in an instant, the flames burned most of the corpses into green smoke, and finally formed a huge fireball, slowly drifting towards the upper part of the atmosphere.

This huge fireball was in stark contrast to the nine black suns in the distant sky.

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The wildfires in the sky were gradually extinguished.

The nearby monsters rushed at them, then they were chopped to shreds, and eventually died in the flames. The dormitory area finally ushered in tranquility again, the basketball court was still deserted, and there were more charred corpse marks on the wall, in addition to the abrasion marks of the hoverboard.

There are still some fires on the courtyard wall behind the 720 building, among the birch trees at the edge of the flower beds, and in the sky.

The flames seemed to have been born out of the sky, and only by looking closely could you see that they were originally attached to some extremely thin threads.

Those lines were made of some kind of metal, which was so thin that it could not be seen by the naked eye, and it was densely woven between the heavens and the earth around Building 720, forming an invisible cage.

The monsters of the Sea of Darkness from before were swarming towards this direction, and they were all being cut into pieces, which was the reason for these wires.

With the remnants of the flames, traces of wire could be faintly discerned, and they could be traced all the way to the room with the window open.

Before the morning light fell, Yukihime asked Jing Jiu to start playing, but only with his right hand.

His left hand rested on the windowsill.

When the little flower cat meowed, Yukihime's small round hand landed on Jing Jiu's shoulder.

The nail of the middle finger of his left hand grew and sharpened, and then continued to stretch forward, turning into extremely thin wire in an instant, disappearing into thin air, constructing such an invisible cage that covered the 720 buildings.

Until now, Jing Jiu didn't know what was going on with his body, but when he opened the alloy door last night, he found that he had this strange ability, just like the liquid metal robot in that movie.

Yes, now because of the Chengtian Sword, both his consciousness and the Dao heart are in a state of minimum operation, not to mention the use of the Sword of All Things, even the most basic Qingshan Sword Dao cannot be used, he is a clumsy teenager.

But he was still strong and terrifying.

Many, many years ago, at the very beginning of this story, by the pond in that small mountain village, he once said this to Liu Shi-sui.

- What I do best is cut off.

Because he is the strongest in the history of kendo, but also because he is a sword in his own right.

The flames outlined the sword in the sky and on the courtyard walls, countless extremely thin, straight lines.

The remnants of the fire were extinguished, and the lines were once again hidden in the heavens and the earth, unable to be seen.

Suddenly, a terrible cat meow sounded in the corner of the kitchen.

The little flower cat sensed some terrible, troublesome danger coming to her, and warned her companions.

It should be a blood thumb, not as formless and substantial as dark energy, but almost invisible, and it has a more definite lethality and impregnation power.

No matter how dense the sword net that encloses the 720 building is, it is impossible to be so dense that the pores cannot allow microorganisms to pass through.

Jing Jiu didn't sense the arrival of those blood thumbs, but he saw their existence.

Perhaps Yukihime's small round hand that landed on his shoulder not only turned his body back into the sword, but also gave him some other abilities.

His eyes became very bright, and the little boy was more energetic.

Just as he was eager to light another fire to burn those bloody thumbs to death, he felt the small round hand on his shoulder once again come with a clear meaning.

- It's too boring, keep playing.

Jing Jiu didn't think too much about it, and the fingers of his right hand pressed down on the keys, making a crisp and moving sound, still like a spring water.

In this piano piece that he composed casually, there was a faint sound of the hum of mosquitoes as they flew happily on a summer night.

I don't know how many mosquitoes appeared in the snow-covered and breezy building area.

There were a lot of slight crackling sounds around the building, some like the sounds of old mosquito killers.

It's not mosquitoes that die.

Those invisible mosquitoes from the Demon Suppression Prison, I don't know what means they used, they easily preyed on all those invisible blood fingers.

With a soft click, the cicada, which had disappeared for a long time, flew back to the windowsill, like a lifelike jade carving, quietly looking outside.

Its compound pupils reflected the nine black suns in the heavens, the earth and the distance, without any fear, only indifference and pride, like a king.