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"Hiroshi Mingkong...... Is it? ”

In a place that was already far away from the Hakurei Shrine, the boy, no, it should be called Hakurei Akira now, with a silly smile on his face, whispered. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You've said that name seven hundred and sixty-four times along the way."

Ika followed the young man's side, complaining seriously, and his pink hair fluttering in the breeze, which profoundly confirmed the correctness of the famous saying that pink hair comes out of black belly since ancient times.

"You're so embarrassed to say it!"

Mingkong's good mood was dissipated by Ika's words, and the resentment in his stomach suddenly rose, shouting at Ika: "Even that natural fool knows how to exchange courtesies, why don't you have this kind of consciousness!" Oh no, I gave you a name a long time ago! ”

Ika raised her head blankly, her two big eyes staring straight at Mingkong, and said in a tone without waves: "I didn't need such a thing as a name in the first place. ”

Mingkong was silent, many times, he had forgotten that the essence of the girl beside him was not a human being, but a doppelganger of the main god in the main god space. If it's just a doppelganger, naturally, you don't need a name.

"Speaking of which, Mingkong is good, why add the word Boli in front? There's always a feeling of being in a state of limbo. ”

Not knowing how to continue the conversation with Ika, Mingkong turned around stiffly and talked about other topics, completely ignoring Ika's big beautiful eyes.

"I think we should have a good talk."

I don't know which way to smoke, Ika, who has always appeared in the image of Sanwu, took the initiative to talk to Mingkong for the first time, and the words he said gave people a strange feeling, as if two couples on the verge of breaking up were going to divide the family property.

Mingkong didn't speak, just looked ahead calmly, the scenery of this world is very good, green mountains and green waters, idyllic people, everything is something that Mingkong has never seen in a monotonous and boring world like the main god space since he was a child.

"You should understand that from the moment you were born in the main god space, you can't escape this fate of competing for the luck of the protagonist."

Seeing that Mingkong didn't speak, Ika continued to open his mouth, and his bland words were like a sharp knife, picking open the wound that had already scarred in the deepest part of Mingkong's heart again, revealing the bright red flesh inside.

"I know."

Mingkong was still looking at the scenery in front of him, and when he heard Ika's words, he just responded lightly.

"But I never thought about fighting for anything."

Before Ika could speak again, Mingkong had already withdrawn his gaze from looking into the distance, turned his head, and said a gentle word to Ika.

Ika raised his head and looked directly into the clear sky's eyes, his eyes as sharp as sharp knives: "So, who is the person who is unwilling to roar in the Colosseum?" ”

Mingkong turned his head, not looking at Ika, and whispered, "It's just that I don't want to die like that." ”

"Do you have to wait until someone else is going to kill you before you stand up and resist?"

Ika's tone was slightly agitated, a feeling of utter anger.

"And what do you want me to do?"

Mingkong asked rhetorically, his tone calm as the dead silence before the storm.

Ika didn't answer Akira's question, because there was only one answer she could have, and that was 'becoming the main character', but Ika knew that this wasn't what Akaku wanted to hear.

The wind blew quietly across the plains, rolling up the blades of grass on the ground and drifting in the air.

Mingkong sighed, as if all the vitality of the whole person flew out of his body with this breath, and the whole person suddenly relaxed.

"Let's go......"

Mingkong whispered, dragged his steps, and began to continue walking.

Although Ika didn't answer Akaku's question, it didn't really matter, and Akaku didn't expect to get an answer from Ika.

After taking two steps forward, Mingkong noticed that Ika was not following behind him as usual, and paused, turning back suspiciously, and saw that Ika was still standing with his head bowed.

"What's wrong with you?"

Mingkong asked.

Ika didn't answer Mingkong, still standing there with his head down, Mingkong pulled the zipper on the chain in his hand, but Ika still stood there motionless.

"If you really don't want to be the protagonist, cut off the chains."

As if an important decision had been made, Ika looked up at the clear sky, a pair of large, beautiful eyes that were lifeless.

"What will happen if it is cut off?"

Mingkong remembers that when he first met Ika, Ika was wearing five iron rings connected to each other by iron chains, and after signing a contract with himself, the iron rings that were originally worn around Ika's neck ran to his wrist, a chain the thickness of a baby's arm, and completely connected himself to Ika.

"It's just a return to the Lord God."

Ika's flat answer seemed as simple as returning to the Lord God as if returning to the Lord God was like going home. But Mingkong knew that Ika's identity was a clone of the main god, and for her, the so-called return to the main god was equivalent to death. It's like a normal person returning to Mother Earth after death.

After thinking about it, after a fierce ideological struggle, Mingkong took a deep breath and said with a serious expression: "How can I cut it off?" ”

Although Mingkong's words and his constipation-like expression formed a great contrast that was enough to make ordinary people vomit blood, Ika was not affected in any way, and still said in that flat tone like boiled water: "As long as the attack strength reaches the point where it can break the rules, you can cut this chain." ”

“……”

If Ika wasn't the three-faceless face, Mingkong would have sprayed her face with a mouthful of old blood. An attack that can cut the rules to break this chain? You really didn't mesmerize me? Even Yakumo Murasaki, who is the strongest in this world right now, can't do this, right? It's no different what you say and what you don't say, okay?

"At least, you now have the name 'Bo Li Mingkong' and the goal of 'Breaking the Chains'."

Probably even if it was Sanwu, Ika knew that what she just said was close to playing Mingkong once, so before Mingkong completely exploded, she was the first to speak.

Mingkong pursed his lips, stopped talking, and began to walk forward with the chain, although he was close to being tricked, but Ika was right, at least this can be regarded as a target, besides, Mingkong does have a name of his own.

"Where are you going now?"

Probably taking the initiative to speak would be addictive, Ika asked softly when he was led forward by Mingkong.

Mingkong snorted, expressing his dissatisfaction with what Ika had just done, but still replied quite reluctantly: "Go and meet the Lord of the Four Seasons Flowers that even the old witch of Yakumo Zi doesn't dare to provoke at will. ”