"An Ling," I called softly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After listening to my shout, An Ling stabbed my sternum directly into my sternum without the slightest damage. I don't know what happened to An Ling now, but she doesn't give me the cold feeling she used to have.

An Ling drew his sword and stabbed me twice in the breastbone.

Then he wiped the tears from his face and said, "These two swords, this is the price you paid for the woman you came here for not knowing how to protect yourself, and the woman next to you." I reached out and pinched her face, although the angel's skin was basically the most perfect skin, but at this time I always had a feeling that it was not very real to the touch.

"An Ling, have you regained your memory?" I asked softly.

"When I first entered the human world and saw you, I regained my memory with the help of the contract." An Ling looked at me and said.

"Then you, the God of Light asked you to commit suicide before, and you really committed suicide?" I asked.

"So what else, suicide or not, it's all a death, do you think I'm still alive and well now?" An Ling said lightly. I'm not used to her indifferent tone, but it seems that only in this way can I rest assured that he will survive on his own in the Light God Realm.

"Did you hear the words of the God of Light before?" I asked her.

After listening to my question, he looked at me in surprise and said, "The words of the God of Light? Isn't that just making me kill myself? I was relieved to hear such an answer, if he knew that I was a brother and sister in the human world, maybe he would not be able to kill me.

"Kill me." I said.

After hearing me say this, An Ling slapped me on the head heavily, and then said, "What stupid thing to say, being stupid by the flames of the nightmare before?" How could I have killed you. ”

"If you don't kill me, how can you go back and report to the God of Light?" I said. If she hadn't brought back any proof to kill me, she would have faced more than just the torture of recovering her memory.

"There's nothing wrong with the God of Light saying that I'm a spy, since my memory was restored, Teacher Lieguston has been in contact with me, and she gave me this method, so you don't have to die." An Ling said to me with a grin. Legstone, the hidden god of the old lich, was able to participate in such a plan, which is not something that an ordinary old lich can do.

Although I can now understand that the old lich's side has spent a lot of effort to set up a game, I don't know why they spent so much power to make me a spy and then put me into the hands of the god of light, are they so sure that the god of light will let An Ling kill me? If he had run me to death with his own hands, wouldn't all the arrangements have been wasted?

Before I could finish thinking about this question, An Ling cut off my head with a single sword. In an instant I lost my bodily sense, but soon I was awake again, and by this time, my soul was all present in my body, and as for my head, it was placed next to my body.

"When the god of light left, he blessed himself with this sword, and ordered me to simply cut off your head with this sword." An Ling spoke to me, and then she gently lifted my head, holding her sword and tapping it on my chest.

The white, transparent bead that was in the center of my sternum was smashed in an instant.

It was the tears that flowed from An Ling's soul when he was taken away. I don't know when it melted into my bones, and I didn't care, it was just easy to preserve. I don't know exactly what An Ling means, but from this sword there is a strong power of light.

This light power that carries the will is not something that can be absorbed, and this power has so far entered my bones and stretched out, and it is able to fight against the undead aura in my body. Soon, the undead aura in my body took over, destroying all the light power, and then, the undead aura actually drilled out of the small hole in my sternum. A large amount of undead aura filled my surroundings.

An Ling put down the sword in his hand at this time, and in an instant, the aura of death around me devoured this light attribute long sword, and as this long sword shattered, the space around me also began to gradually shatter. An Ling took two steps back, hugged my skull, looked at me with a grin, and said, "Break this, I'll give it back to you when we meet next time, I'm sure you can do it." ”

Although An Ling wanted to say something after that, I had been swallowed up by the shattered space. I don't know what An Ling's last words meant. I don't know what she's going to do with me, what I can do, I don't even know where I'm going now.

I thought about it, in fact, I can still help An Ling, because the God of Light has placed a brand in my soul, but that brand is in my simulated personality, although it is another life-like thing of mine, but now I still do not hesitate to crush this personality. In this case, I am a dead person in the perception of the God of Light.

Walking through the void is still a lot of pressure on my body now, if I use my usual physical conditions, basically there will be no problems with this kind of walking, my body is about to shatter and my consciousness is about to fall silent, I fell heavily to the ground, endless white bones, no matter what time it is a skeleton wandering aimlessly, here is, the sea of undead bones.

As soon as I entered the realm of the dead, my body began to recover, the red moon in the sky shone on my body, and countless red rays merged into the cracks of my bones, not as lazy and comfortable as at the beginning, now there was only a crispy and numb feeling, and my bones were returning to their original state at a speed that I could see with my naked eye.

This is where I was born, and this is where I always wonder when I might come here in the human world, like I've experienced so many things today that seem unreal, and now it's hard to accept even if I return to the undead world.

Dizzy holding my empty head, accustomed to the state of having a body, it is still difficult to adapt to the situation without a body, but fortunately, the environment of the undead world is the most suitable for the undead, and the wind provides me with information, so I don't need such a thing as a skull too much now, although there is no skull and there is indeed a lot less function.

The undead should have no requirements for the appearance of the body, but I don't know why I still want to get a head that is more similar to the previous one, as if in this way, there is a feeling of peace of mind that can not be separated from the previous life without any detachment.