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A thunderbolt fell, and for a split second, illuminated somewhere in the mountains.

The dispersed vapor mist was ruthlessly carried away by the wind. Corroded guardrails on the side of the road, mottled roads.

Next to a sports car with only the shell left, an exotic tall woman stands still. Her flowing tulle was now ragged, her legs and cuffs were cut by sharp weapons, and she followed her blonde hair fluttering in the wind, her long legs were exposed, her arms were covered with scars, and bright red blood was flowing out in dots.

At his feet, lying are two beautifully decorated revolvers engraved with beautiful words, which seem to be two handicrafts.

Her eyes were a little tired. Slowly, she took off some broken veils, the tear moles in the corners of her eyes, dotted with gold sand, a beautiful face, with all the features of bohemian beauty, but every bit of it was so unique, such a face could not be reproduced.

At this moment, this face is full of tiredness, or a trace of reluctance.

Unexpected, no sadness.

"Field, collapse."

"Candleheart, collapse."

"Mission progress, the final phase. Disruption ......"

"I'm sorry..."

Iona took off her headphones, took out the player on her chest, and pressed the end button.

"Burn, done."

Every time she goes on a mission, Iona always records important progress and battles. She is always cautious, paving the way for the next action, and doesn't want that person to be disappointed in her, so she is especially strict with herself.

"I'm sorry..."

She failed, fifteen years later, and failed again. It is not that we underestimate the enemy, nor that we overestimate ourselves. She knew very well the gap between them, and if it weren't for the fact that she couldn't avoid it, she would have wanted to run away like that.

Then, he showed off to him with a high profile and asked for credit.

Actually, it's long overdue. The closer you get to the skeleton, the stronger the shadow attendant becomes, and the reason why it is quiet is just to observe. They have never had more than instincts. But why insist on it...

Probably waiting for his response, after all, every time a situation arises, this person will always turn the situation around with a text message or phone call. That's trust, for the person. So no matter what kind of task it is, as long as he gives an order, he will carry it out unconditionally.

After all, he once said that at this point, I am no longer my own.

All my self-confidence comes from you.

"Even if Prometheus steals fire, he pays for it, and what am I." Iona smiled. She tied up the flying blonde hair with the veil in her hand, and took off the chain between her eyebrows, pinning the long hair that came out of one side into a beautiful curl.

The belated thunder took away the last glimmer of light, and at the same time drowned out the piercing screams of the mountains.

As the sky darkened, countless pairs of eyes glowing with white light opened.

"I've enjoyed so much that I shouldn't have it, and it's time to pay it back." A burst of fire swayed around Iona's body, piercing the night sky. But this fire burned on her.

The flames burned from the veil on Iona's body, not from herself. Her body heated up rapidly, and the fabric couldn't bear the burn, along with the ends of her hair.

The clothes burned out, and all that was left was the jewel necklace on his chest. Iina's blood began to boil, and the pavement under her feet melted, and the white vapor mist dispersed.

"After so many years, once again, I can actually feel the pain." Iona looked at her palms and held them empty.

Her skin began to harden and crack, spreading outward from the opening of her heart, magma-like vines clinging to her body and down to her eyes. Every crack of skin was bare like lava, and the mist dispersed.

"The Burning Sun"

This is what she really inherited. The candle heart is nothing more than the result of using the alchemy field to reduce it to a minimum.

However, "scorching the sun and crossing the heart" is not a legacy prepared for mankind. Any life that comes into contact with it will eventually burn, melt, and turn to ashes. And the host, will turn into the core, and finally explode.

"Isn't that what I existed for. It's also a good use. Out of the corner of Iona's eyes, a mist rose.

Iona's body continues to gather more heat, and she is going to die with these monsters. In any case, the mission cannot be allowed to end.

There was a cracking sound, but Iona didn't care, her consciousness gradually drifted away, and she was on the verge of collapse.

"I should have been like this fifteen years ago, sorry, thank you..."

As a loud bang echoed through the mountains, the long-suppressed sky finally opened, and the pouring rain continued.

The cold rain slapped on Iina's face, and she faintly felt that someone was holding her into her arms, and the man was wrapped in a robe covered with white feathers, with long white hair reaching to the ground, his eyes were imprisoned by something, and a nameless but beautiful flower bloomed on his forehead, and the flower beard fell.

The man caressed her blackened wounds all over her body and asked her in a whisper.

"Why are you so sad?"

This sound has no temperature, but it seems to be a refreshing spring flowing through the body.

Itina opened her eyes again, and the man was gone. For a moment, she thought she was being embraced by an angel and taken to heaven. But for a sinful man like me, only purgatory would welcome me, she thought.

When Itina came back to her senses, she realized that not only did she not die, but all the wounds on her body had healed, even her blonde hair was intact, and the trees around her that had been burned by the heat had also changed back to their original state, and if it weren't for the ground guardrail and the war-damaged appearance of her car, she would have wondered if she had a nightmare.

The heavy rain did not stop, and Itina felt a headache, but she couldn't remember it, so she suddenly got up from the ground and ran to the car in a panic.

Seeing that the coffin was still there, she breathed a sigh of relief, but the vines that had originally wrapped around the coffin seemed to have changed their position. Maybe I'm too nervous, Iona thought to herself.

The prompt light on the mobile phone on the dashboard flashed, it was a message from the boss, and Itina hurriedly clicked on it, but it was a blank letter. Nothing but the byline. She hesitated for a moment, and suddenly there was a message from the other side again, it was still the boss.

“(?¤???? ω¤????)? It's a hard job! ”

“|????????)????? But I'm sorry, I can't take your vacation for the time being. One thing after another! ”

“(?????) I'm also tired enough. ”

"I guess you have suffered a lot of losses this time, so I have prepared a GUCCI private order for you in the back locker, which is your favorite Persian style~ (????????)."

"And I guess you lost the cat's eye I gave you, but forget it, boss, I have a lot of money, and I have a new Ocean Star for you in the locker! Because you like it, even though it's a fake, haha! But a lot of things seem to be superfluous, and if you can't take them with you, you'll lose them. ”

After reading the message, she realized that she was naked, and she didn't feel cold when the rain slapped on her body.

This man always made her feel disconnected, and she looked at the message as she rummaged through the locker.

A few pieces of clothing were neatly stacked in the small space, and in the middle of it were what he called the Star of the Sea and some accessories, which were taken out, and at the bottom of the cabinet were a wig of the same color as hers and a music player. This is probably what he said was superfluous.

"How can this be redundant." Iona said softly.

"Also, if the mission address is changed, I will send it to your mobile phone in a while, pay attention to it. There is plenty of time, so you can enjoy the scenery of Rome in the past few days, and recuperate for a while. I asked the local M1NT to prepare a new car for you, the budget is limited, it is the Quant version of Bugatti, but it is the white model you like, be careful to build it! (?????? ﹏??????)。 ”

"Finally, I'm sorry...", the boss's message came again.

Iina's heart throbbed, and she hurriedly got dressed and ran out of the car door to look around, but the night was too dark and the rain didn't stop, so she couldn't see anything.

"It always gives people the feeling of being watched, what a bad man." Itina said, then drove forward in the dilapidated "Veneno".

Dark clouds gathered, gathering a lot of resentment. The rain fell and washed away all iniquity.

In the night, the rain was pouring down. A man walks with a black umbrella painted with a starry night sky, giving the illusion of a psychedelic vision.

"Sorry, thank you—" Her voice in the headphones stopped abruptly, and he pressed the pause button on the player's recording playback to take it off.

Slowly walked to a small lace with broken petals, the stamens were missing, and the wind and rain were beating, swaying lonely. He put away his black umbrella and let the rain beat. He took out a glass bottle from behind him, opened the lid, grabbed a few handfuls of wet soil and put it in, then carefully peeled off the dirt from the side of the small lace and put it into the bottle.

"How can you let the environment cripple you with such a beautiful little flower, and since you have been through the ordeal, you should enjoy the greenhouse. After all, the storm is coming. The man looked at the flowers in the vase and whispered.

"We are all outcasts of fate, and we are also guilty of the same sin, and we will not be washed away by the rain. One day, we will be greeted by an endless purgatory. The man picked up the black umbrella again and walked towards the darkness, and the rain was pouring down.

"But don't worry, I won't leave you alone."

The place where the man walked was dilapidated, and there were faint reflective fragments in the middle of the road.

It was the sound of shattering. During the "scorching sun", the gem on Iina's chest was constantly eroded by the high temperature and finally shattered. The center of the gem was hollowed out, and at the moment it shattered, the contents evaporated into a vapor mist that mixed with her breath, making her sleepy.

You have never left my eyes, and even if you are sin and forsaken by fate, I will hold the hottest chains and pull you back from the depths of purgatory and embrace you.

Far east, inverted by jet lag, the sky is also gloomy, but while it rains heavily, it is dyed and broken.

After a long time, Itina received a new message.

"The mission has changed, and the new location has been set: Xingcheng, China."