When Nalan tore open his own chest, Sheila's chest also appeared with the same, horrific wound. No, it's a bit inappropriate to say it's a "wound", after all, the entire ribcage has been opened, and the two rows of ribs have been broken and neatly poured to the sides, like an open gift box. The heart of the gift, lying at the bottom of the box, beats vigorously and violently.

"Bang Bang", "Bang Bang", "Bang Bang"

In the silence, the heartbeat of the two sounded extraordinarily loud. Nalan, who was naked, looked up at Sheila, his hands holding his own two rows of ribs in what looked like a leather jacket was open. The complexions of the two of them were as plain as water, which formed a strong contrast with their physical condition at this time. It's not that they're painless, on the contrary, their pain nerves are more sensitive than any creature on earth, and they're wounded enough to make the toughest of tough guys cry like babies getting their first injection—they just don't care.

The red light reflected on Nalan Twilight's face, and in front of him, in Sheila's blood-drenched chest, a ruby the size of a fist, clear and irregularly shaped, lay where her heart was, in other words, her heart. Red light burst out from the deepest part of the gem and rhythmically flickered and flickered with her pulse.

Several large arteries and veins were inserted directly into this one, assuming that it should be an inorganic "jewel". Although it did not have the pump-like beating of the heart, the blood was pushed out of the gem by some unknown force and into the veins. No, if anything, it wasn't just "pushed out", something was pouring out from the depths of that gem, and using blood as a medium to flow through Sheila's body, large and small, through the veins, large and small. If Nalan still had the same keen sense of magic as he had been hundreds of years ago, he would have been able to smell that smell, which was so strong that it made people dizzy—it was the power of pure magic.

"This is the source of your boundless power. Nalan Yu said, "The only part of you that is not you, yours, the 'True Ancestor Heart'. ”

This overly abnormal heart was in front of him, and when he looked up at it for only a few meters, Nalan Twilight didn't look surprised at all. Rather, he already knew this, and the ancient legends of the Bloods had been in his ears a thousand years ago, shortly after he had just transformed into a vampire. Then, eight hundred years ago, when he first sought revenge on Sheila, he confirmed the truth of these legends with his own eyes, and experienced for himself their overwhelming power.

Let's talk about the legend of the Bloodline.

First of all, how did the vampire race come about? The origin of everything can be traced back to ancient times, to a Semitic man named "Cain", or at least, later known as "Cain". There is a theory that this man was cursed because he murdered his own brother out of jealousy, and there are other theories that he coveted the power of immortality and fell under the spell of demons. In short, the exact reason for this is unverifiable, and the only thing that is certain is that this man, named Cain, eventually became the first vampire in the world.

This is the first generation of the blood clan, the ancestor, the beginning of the legend, the only starting point for all the bloodlines of the blood clan to trace upwards and finally close. The power of every vampire comes from this "first generation" with only one person. Starting from the first generation, moving down to the second, third, and fourth generations, each time a generation is pushed back, Cain's bloodline in his body is weakened, and his power as a vampire is weaker.

Cain's lineage is like Bitcoin, the total amount is fixed, it can be divided indefinitely, it is distributed at first, then it is less and less, and finally it is completely saturated, circulating only among players, and no new currency is generated. The vampires who entered the room after that, pinching the little bit of light and thin ancestral blood in their hands, looked at the old people who were several generations higher than themselves and looked at the old people who were several generations taller than themselves. They soon realize that their only chance is to kill and then plunder.

In a word, Cain was God. If he weren't, all the vampires would worship him as a god and take pride in being closer to him than anyone else.

So, the second question arises, since the first generation is an undisputed "God", who is closest to God?

The answer is the third generation, with only fifteen people, the first human beings in the world to receive the "first embrace". In their bodies flowed the purest blood, the closest to Cain.

So, since the first generation is "God" and the third generation is "the closest to God" mortals, what is the second generation sandwiched between the two?

The answer is, "a part of God."

This is to go back to ancient times, to Cain, and see how he made the five true ancestors of the second generation.

Cain didn't die, unlike other vampires who always had fatal weaknesses, he was real, immortal in the absolute sense of the word. His body cannot be destroyed, and if he is harmed, he immediately returns the damage to the abuser in its original form, and begins to recover quickly and unconditionally. All living beings that come into direct contact with his body parts, whether he wants it or not, will be completely absorbed by him, and thus begin to decay at a rate visible to the flesh, eventually turning to dust. His strength is equal to the entire race of the Bloodline combined, and the living vampires simply can't imagine how powerful he is. His brain has supercomputer-level computing power, and his memory does not decay, so the knowledge in his brain will gradually accumulate over time until there is no more "unknown" to be mined in this world, that is, until he reaches the realm of "omniscience".

The irony is that Cain, who has such great power, has neither established a country to claim hegemony, nor has he walked the rivers and lakes and acted chivalrous deeds, and he cannot even do the most basic, as an individual, to live happily. Everywhere he walked, it would be a wasteland. Those who hurt him eventually killed themselves, and those who were not hostile to him stayed away, like a plague god, wandering alone and with nowhere to live. All that had made him happy seemed small and uninteresting in his boundless and never-withering forest of memory. Later on, he may have just moved his fingers at will, and a city would turn to dust, and his numb brain would only mechanically record and preserve his experiences forever, giving him neither the pleasure of squandering his power nor the pain of destroying living beings.

His humanity has been completely decayed over a long period of time, like the earth beneath his feet. All he could feel was the emptiness of God standing on the earth, the loneliness of walking alone for thousands of years, and the deep boredom. The fact that he was "alive" was, really, already starting to tire him out. Enough, he felt, it was time to put an end to it.

It is true that he cannot be killed, but under the premise of "not killing", he can still find many ways from the huge knowledge base to make his immortal body no longer able to live in its current form. For example, he can dismantle his own body and make the dismantled body parts into independent living forms to live in his place.

He felt that he had taken too much from Mother Earth, so he drained his own blood first, spilling it on the sand. The sediment is formed by blood, and it is the first true ancestor, and it has the power of "absorption".

Then, thinking of the long-lost humanity and emotion, he took out his heart and threw it on top of a pile of white bones, creating a second true ancestor with the power of "Origin".

He felt that he had seen enough of the misery and malice that he could not bear to look at it any longer, so he gouged out his eyes and threw them into the sky for the crows to take them away. The crow that took those eyes away became the third true ancestor, with the power of "insight".

He didn't want to hurt anyone anymore, and he didn't want to be hurt anymore, so he stripped off his skin and wrapped it around a tree. That tree became the Fourth True Ancestor, possessing the power of "pain".

Finally, he thought to himself, enough is enough, it's time to rest in peace, so he opened his skull and pulled out his brain. He will give up all memory, no longer think, no longer feel, no longer understand, and sleep forever in darkness. Cain's brain, which had been dictating to the body named Cain, was freed from Cain's brain, and with his vast knowledge of magic, he created a new body for himself. This is the Fifth True Ancestor, who has inherited Cain's knowledge and wisdom and has the power of "memory".

The five true ancestors, each of whom received a part of Cain's body, inherited a power, and Cain finally rested. He didn't die, but he never woke up again. The newborn ancestors buried the remaining remains of Cain deep in a lifeless desert, and after ensuring that no one could find them, they parted ways and set out on their own journeys. The prosperity of the blood clan is based on this.

So, this is the Second True Ancestor, Sheila, and there is a story about the ins and outs of her birth. Her boundless power, all of it, came from the never-ending, Cain's heart in her breast. Now, it was unsuspectingly placed in front of Nalan Hao's eyes, close at hand, but in a sense, out of reach.

His arms began to tremble as the wounds on their chests began to heal, and he was tearing at his ribs with all his might to keep them open and not close back. He could feel the tidal wave of life force coming towards him along the line between the two. The warm current in his chest meant that he was being healed, and as a revolt, he took the initiative to expand his wounds. This is the relationship between the two at the moment, Sheila defeats Nalan Twilight by treating him in the chest, while Nalan Twilight constantly hurts herself to hurt his enemies, which is a bit of a contradiction.

"Kate-" Nalan stiffened and roared, "How long do you want me to wait!"

Behind him, Catherine slowly stood up. She was still a little weak from the piercing wound on her chest, but that didn't stop her from playing her tactical role.

About her tactical value......

"Boom!"

He distinctly heard a muffled sound from within his body. It was like a heavy hammer that smashed his back, knocking them both blackened and almost lost their backs. Not far away, Catherine held out a hand to him, her face was as flat as ever, but her breathing was a little rapid.

"It's ...... Very good......"

He hung his head, almost holding on so that he would not lean forward by inertia and grab the ground with his head. This suffocating sense of powerlessness tells Nalan that your teammate Catherine has used all her strength to attack you.

"That's right......" Nalan Yu forcibly squeezed out a slightly hideous smile, his eyelids jumped, and he said in his heart, "That's what you have to do to win!"

Catherine had almost wiped out all of his energy, and if he had been normal, he would have turned to ashes and died. But now, an endless stream of life force is flowing into his body along that thin thread, sustaining his existence. In a sense, Catherine's behavior is like a sand reclamation, to fight the finite against the infinite. In the long run, her failure was inevitable, but in the short term, the low sand wall she built with all her might was still barely able to stop the momentum of the tide.

The effect embodied in Nalan Twilight is that all his physiological functions, whether it is the operation of the body itself or the healing of wounds, have been greatly slowed down. He let go of his ribs, he didn't have the strength to hold on anyway, and, for a short time, he no longer had to worry about the wound healing.

"Your strength comes from the heart, and if that heart is destroyed, you will be defeated...... That being said, it's the 'True Ancestor Heart' after all, and I'm afraid no matter what means I use, I won't be able to destroy it!"

With these words, Nalan Twilight slowly raised her head and made eye contact with Sheila.

"But what about the blood vessels around your heart?"

"Are they also part of the immortal 'True Ancestor Heart', or will I cut them off from your energy supply, leaving you in the predicament of having an infinite energy gem in your arms and not being able to use it?"

"Let's try it!"

With that, he put his hand into his own open chest, and grasped the beating heart, and forcibly stopped its movement with the strength of his hand. For a moment, an unbearable feeling of discomfort, accompanied by bursts of colic, rushed to his head. Pinch his heart and make it stop beating, if he wasn't crazy, he must be about to awaken the stand-in ability of the Time Stop System.

"Cut off!"

"Smack!"

With a bang, the rubber band snapped with a general, crisp sound. A large artery connecting the heart was neatly severed, and blood spurted for several meters. At the same moment, the same wound appeared on Sheila's body, the same crisp sound, the same splattering blood.

Sheila raised her right eyebrow, and Nalan Twilight, who noticed the small movement, smiled.

I can win.

He thought to himself.

This method can lead him to victory. Originally, on his own, even if he opened his chest and cut off all the blood vessels, Sheila's infinite vitality would make the wound heal instantly, and everything was useless. However, with Catherine's help, the situation was reversed. In a short time, this desperate self-regeneration was suppressed, and a window opened to Nalan Twilight, a window to a sunny future until Catherine collapsed from exhaustion.

"Cut off!"

This is followed by a second blood vessel.

"Cut, cut, cut!"

And then there's every remaining vessel.

It's done!

Nalan was excited, his hands shook, and he almost didn't crush his heart.

Sheila's veins, the connection to her "True Ancestor Heart", were completely severed. No matter how much energy she had, now, that energy could no longer be transported to the rest of her body. The infinite amount of energy in that heart can no longer be used by her!

Opportunity, the best, and probably the only chance, is coming! At this time, Sheila, Nalan Twilight, can see that she is no longer invincible. Her image was rapidly shrinking, like a deflated balloon, and the shadow that belonged to Nalan Twilight was finally covering her body. He knew what he had to do, Sheila still had his blood on her body, he knew what to do too well. As long as the life connection between the two is severed first, and then the little blood that remains in Sheila's body, which belongs to him, gives her such a moment, and victory ......

That's right, victory, for which he waited for a long time, and with it revenge, and love, hate, betrayal, blood, pain, sacrifice, struggle, thousands of years of fate, everything...... All this ......

Nalan clenched his fists.

"Everything is in the palm of my hand!"

Cut off.

It's all over, and then it begins.

Sheila's pieces rolled to the ground, each piece was only the size of a piece of braised pork, which can be said to be a real "broken corpse", and it can also be seen how much Nalan Hao hates her. In the next second, Nalan suddenly felt that his body was light, and the wound on his chest healed at a high speed. He only heard a "plop", and when he looked back, it was the exhausted Catherine, who had stopped using her powers, and fell to her knees without strength, sweating profusely, unable to catch her breath—just like himself.

"I ...... occasionally," said Catherine in a slightly feeble voice, "and I hope you can come up with something a little safer." It's really just a little 'a little' safe, not too demanding. This blindfolded tightrope-like style of play is really ......"

"This is very demanding, okay," Nalan said with a wry smile, "Don't look at who the opponent is!"

"Also, you should wear a dress......"

Before the word "clothes" was spoken, Catherine suddenly froze, stiffened and straightened up. Seeing this, Nalan Twilight felt a chill in his heart, and then he saw Catherine's upper body slowly sliding off her small waist and falling down with a "clang".

The incision was as neat as a sliced specimen, and the internal organs that had been broken in two were still squirming, and even the blood did not have time to squirt out at the first time.

Nalan's eyes widened, and it wasn't Catherine's experience that frightened him, but a conclusion that could be deduced with a little use of his brain.

Spread out your palms and see, Nalan Twilight, victory is not in your hands, and ......

You've run out of opportunities, too.

Turning his head slowly, the ruby-like "True Ancestor Heart" was shining at the top of the pile of corpses. Several musculature protruded from the nearest pieces of corpse, like blind leeches, first swaying and probing, and as soon as they reached the "heart", they swarmed up and sucked greedily. Then, as if absorbing enough energy, more muscle tissue proliferated and stuck to the surface of the ruby, eventually enveloping it completely, leaving no gaps. The crimson light shone through the layers of muscles, reflecting the lines of muscle fibers.

"Nice try. ”

The pieces of flesh on the ground trembled, then moved, reassembled in an organized way into human form, and Sheila's voice rang out again.

"Unfortunately, it didn't work. ”

After a few seconds, she completed the regeneration, completely restored to its original state, even the shredded white dress, she used that infinite magic power to create an identical one out of thin air and put it on her body. Looking at this glance, if it weren't for the bloodstains on the ground recording Fang Cai's bloody battle, Nalan Hao would have thought that nothing had happened.

Oh ho, it's over.

Nalan Twilight only felt that his eyes were black, and everything seemed to be separated by a layer of cloth, as if he was anemic...... Well, he does a little, not much blood is enough.

His tactics are a double-edged sword, go to extremes, rely on self-harm to create opportunities that don't exist, once it happens, it is a big husband's last battle, if it doesn't work, then he has no way back. As he was now, he was so badly wounded, his blood was dry, and his physical strength was exhausted by his companions, so that he could barely stand up. The most terrible thing is that he relied on the lifeline that he fought desperately with Sheila and forcibly fought back and forth, and the red line connecting life between the two of them was cut off by himself. Of course, that was also a helpless move. No, the two of them share the damage equally, and he cut Sheila and he has to finish playing with himself, so he can only cut. All of this, he wanted to pull again now—looking down at the scarred body, comparing it to Sheila's new appearance—was obviously impossible.

At the end of the road, this is his situation at the moment. Without that thread to divide life equally, Sheila could send him to heaven with a casual movement of her fingers. Before that, he had obviously done his best, facing a theoretically completely invincible opponent, grasping the opponent's weaknesses, hitting the opponent's weaknesses, and every move was exactly the right point. That's it, he hasn't been able to win yet, and he really can't be blamed, I can only say that the opponent is too strong. After living for more than 1,200 years, there are some things that he has actually seen very thoroughly, even if he doesn't want to understand them, and there are always mountains in this world that cannot be climbed, and it is time for him to admit it.

"But I refused. ”

Nalan Yu raised his left hand, and the next moment, "Bang!"

This left hand exploded, starting at the elbow, and exploded cleanly, leaving no scum left. The blood spread out in a mist, almost inevitably, on Sheila's body.

You might think that he detonated the magic crystal buried in his arm, but in fact, it wasn't. The remaining three crystals on his body had been destroyed as early as when he had just connected to the lifeline and was torn to pieces by Sheila's slap. Moreover, if the explosion is a magic crystal, the power is conservatively estimated to be able to blow off one side of his shoulder, and it is definitely not only that.

His approach is actually very simple, that is, from a microscopic point of view, manipulating the cells in his body. Before that, he took in a few big breaths in a row, but he didn't exhale, not at all. His lungs unfiltered all the air into his bloodstream, and the excess gas then flowed with the blood into his left hand, where it converged. In the final step, he concentrated all the little strength he had left on his left hand, contracted his muscles, compressed the air to the limit, and then relaxed all at once...... Boom!

The muscles that suddenly slackened could not withstand the force of the gas swelling, and were ruthlessly bursting, and the blood atomized under the action of air pressure and escaped with the air. In this way, Nalan Twilight's blood once again hung on Sheila's body.

The miracle of a flash of inspiration made Nalan Dusk desperate. He already had no chance, but with his ability and determination, he forcibly created an opportunity that was not an opportunity. This time, he's going to knock Sheila down no matter what.

"The connection of life!"

After the blood mist spread, he immediately pulled out the vital lifeline again, connecting it to Sheila's body. It's not a joke, without this thin line, he really doesn't know why he wrestles with the Second True Ancestor.

"Teleportation. ”

Immediately after the first step, this is his second step. He followed the line and teleported directly in front of Sheila, raised his right hand, and with a claw, stabbed Sheila's left chest fiercely, and the five fingers were deeply embedded between the ribs, and accurately, stuck her heart, her, "True Ancestor Heart".

He could feel the huge and irresistible force pressing down on him, and his body began to fall apart, then reconstituted by the infinite life force, and then disintegrated again, and so on. Destruction and rebirth, two opposing forces tore at his soul, over and over again, the pain almost broke his will in the first moment, but he held on.

"I'm ...... No...... Let it go!"

He gritted his teeth, and his voice was hoarse, sometimes pitched, and sounded strange. After all, his vocal cords are like that, torn one second and back to intact the next.

"Let's give it a try...... Sheila ......"

It was close, he had never been so close to Sheila, and he could feel the coldness in her eyes, through the air. There was a familiar smell on her body, which seemed to come from the past, and it didn't seem to be, and he couldn't tell the difference very clearly.

"You and I share a life, come and see...... Who the hell can't hold on first!"

Desperate, there is also helplessness. Without Catherine's help, Nalan alone would not have been able to cut off Sheila's heart vessels - it was regenerating so fast that he couldn't do anything about it. He could see the enemy's weakness and couldn't hit it, and the only thing he could do at this time was to be brutal and fight. If you can't fight, you have to fight, this is his last chance. The two of them share a fate, whoever shows weakness on the mental level first will lose.

In fact, Nalan Hao knew very well in his heart that if he continued like this, he would definitely be the one who couldn't hold it first. The reason is very simple, he is a mortal, he has seven emotions and six desires, he will be painful, he will be afraid, and he will lose his fighting spirit, but these negative emotions are temporarily suppressed by his strong willpower. However, no matter how strong the will is, it is only temporary, as long as it is a human being, there are times when it relaxes.

But Sheila didn't, looking at her eyes, looking at her mechanically cold and orderly way of moving, even the frequency of fatal damage inflicted on him, it was always the same, and Nalan knew that she couldn't win.

Because Sheila is not mortal, has no humanity, does not have pain, does not fear, does not have any fighting spirit and will. In her mind, there may only be a simple logic: if you want to fight, I will fight with you, and I will always win, not because I am more determined than you, but because I ......

Because I just can win.

Therefore, it can be said that Nalan Twilight's fate is a certainty. The moment he could not bear the pain, the moment he feared this force, the moment when he was no longer strong, the moment when his psychological defenses broke, he would fall and never get up again. But he's still persevering, at least for now, he's going to do his best to keep going.

The feeling that pervades his whole body can no longer be described as "pain", he can't count how many times he has "died", how many times he has been torn apart, and how many times he has recovered. He suspected that he was crazy, because he had already started, and he didn't feel any more pain, he only felt fluttering, as if he had escaped from reality into a dream, and his consciousness seemed to be leaving him. He lifted up the left hand, which had been reborn, destroyed, and now born again, and slapped himself fiercely.

"It hurts me, bastard!" he yelled.

There was a clear slap mark on his cheek, and it hurt like he had been peppered. Taking this as a starting point, the pain nerves up and down Nalan Hao's body woke up, and together, it hurt him, the king who refused to let go of his mouth.

But thanks to the pain, his consciousness was clear again.

You can't give up, it's not time to give up, no, it should be said, there is no time to give up. 1,200 years, it's been too long, he's been soaked in hatred for so long, he's walked so long, he's suffered so much, and at this point, he can't say anything beautiful like "for my dead relatives" or "for Gensokyo tomorrow's sunrise". If he really wants to talk about it, for him now, even the question of what he is fighting for, who he is fighting for, how to fight, and what will happen after the war, he will no longer think about such questions. In his mind, there is only one thought, or rather, an obsession.

This battle, he was extremely sincere, intensely and sincerely, really, really, really, really, did not want to lose. And this is also the only thing where he is stronger than Sheila, he is more stubborn and stubborn than her, nothing more.

"Mr. Naran......"

The voice behind his ears, he didn't think he would hear it again in this battle. The man was already close to him, but he didn't know when she had come due to his excessive concentration, and he didn't expect her to help much.

He glanced behind him quickly, and sure enough, he saw the scarred Fire of the Flames. Her body was covered with bloody stab wounds, her clothes were in tatters, and there were holes poked out of those sharp broken bamboos everywhere, and because of this, her whole person looked miserable, although she had always given people the impression that she was miserable.

"What are you doing here?" Nalan didn't look back and said, "You can't help me, go back and lie down!"

"I know. ”

Yan Hua's voice sounded very calm, which was unexpected. In his impression, she should be a timid person, and she should be the first to panic when she encounters things.

"I've always been weak and I've always just messed things up, totally ...... I can't help Mr. Nalan, and everyone in the Red Devil Pavilion is busy. ”

Speaking of this, Yan Hua looked a little depressed. It hurts my heart to say it, but it's a fact, not a self-inflicted one. For example, now, the Second True Ancestor Sheila didn't treat her as an enemy at all, and let her stand behind Nalan Twilight, how could she love it. Sheila didn't even bother to kill her instantly, maybe in Sheila's eyes, she was not a big living person, but a small flying insect passing by accidentally, and there was no point in distracting her.

"What if it......" Yan Hua paused, swallowed his saliva, and said, "What if, I mean, if we lose?"

"What will happen?"

The corners of Nalan's mouth twitched upward, and although it looked like he was laughing, in fact, it was just another break in his facial nerves.

"Will die. He said, "You, me, everybody, will die." ”

"Yes...... Yes......"

Yan Hua nodded, and then sighed again.

"Hey—I really don't want to die—"

"That being said," a wry smile appeared on her face again, "we also died once, no, it should be someone who has died twice." ”

"The first time was in the outside world, and I suddenly died in desperation, and the second time was in the Lost Tomb, where I almost died in the mouth of the monster, but I was saved by you. Come to think of it, if it weren't for this Gensokyo, without you, I might just be a nameless female corpse who died of a heart attack, or a piece of meat in the belly of a youkai...... So ......"

Nalan always felt that there was something in her words, and if he looked back, he would be surprised to find that her face had a touch of tragedy on her face.

"This time, please let me protect you!"

She cried out, her hands pressed on Nalan Twilight's one, and stabbed into Sheila's left chest and refused to let go of her right arm. For a while, the huge energy attached to the surface of Nalan Yu's body was directly poured into Yanhua's body. She leaned back irrepressibly, as if she had been punched, and then came back again. Her body was trembling, and it was obvious that this energy was not something she could withstand, but she forcibly held on, her hands tightly grasping Nalan Yu's arm, not leaving an inch.

"You idiot!" Nalan Yu yelled anxiously and angrily, "If you are told to go back and lie down, go back to lie down!

"Mr. Nalan, no, Nalan ......"

Yanhua struggled to support his body, barely trying to maintain it. Her eyes looked like a gladiator. Nalan Yu had never seen such a Yanhua, and he could feel that something in her heart had changed decisively.

This is the so-called, "growth", breaking out of the cocoon into a butterfly.

"Please let me be willful for once, this time is really enough!"

"I, but it wasn't until I came to Gensokyo, until I met you, that I really experienced the feeling of being 'alive'. To be needed, to be affirmed, to be understood, and more importantly, to be in the heart of a unique, most cherished person, began to feel happy for his pleasure and pain for his pain. All this makes me feel very happy. ”

"I can't go back, Nalan Twilight, these things you gave me, home, family, your trust, I can't accept life without them. If I'm destined to lose it all, then I choose to fight!"

"Fight until the oil runs out!"

Nalan couldn't say a word.

Yanhua at this time, how do you say it...... Brave, strong, conscious? He was a little short of words for a while, and he didn't know how to describe it. He only felt that this one, who had only known to cause him trouble, or was hiding behind him and shivering, the ugly duckling, had finally given birth to pure white wings. He was even a little moved, a little, attracted by the charm she exuded at the moment.

Another burst, the energy impact from Sheila, the skin on Yanhua's arm "smacked" and was scraped off a lot. Beneath the tattered skin, Nalan could clearly see that it was not bleeding muscles, but dazzling flames.

With a "popping" of her heart, she sank downward, and Nalan Yu guessed her plan.

"Yanhua, you ......"

"If you don't cut her blood vessels, you won't be able to hurt her!"

Yan Hua interrupted him, and she turned her head and gave him a long look, as if she wanted to imprint his face in her mind. Her eyes swayed with a flame light that warmed Nalan Twilight's heart.

"My abilities, though not so useful. She turned her head and looked at Sheila's left breast, "As long as you risk your life and fight hard, I can still help you...... Just ......"

Just what, Yan Hua shook his head and didn't say it. She looked back and gave Nalan a smile, and then, taking a step forward, almost pressed against Sheila's body.

"In the end, I still think I'm so lucky to have met you......"

Nalan heard her say this.

In the next moment, her body finally collapsed under the pressure of that overwhelming force. From head to toe, skin and clothing are torn apart inch by inch. The flames in her body were released, gradually shrinking from the initial human form, and finally becoming a small ball of golden light.

"Yanhua!"

In a trance, she heard her name being called. Turning around, she saw the door of the Red Devil Pavilion, the spring was bright, the grass was everywhere, and Nalan Twilight smiled and stretched out his hand to her. Behind him, Remilia, Flandrew, Sakuya, Red Misuzu, Pacouli, Little Devil, and everyone at the Red Devil Pavilion stood in a row, smiling and welcoming her home.

"What are you thinking?"

She heard Nalan ask her.

"It's nothing," Yan Hua said with a smile, "I just think that at the turn of spring and summer, it would be good if I could plant some peonies at the gate." ”

With that, she took Nalan Twilight's hand and walked forward with him.

She went home.