It's clearly a presence that can't be seen directly! However, at that moment, Gin also seemed to have forgotten what human fear should be, and he clearly felt that he was excited, and even ......

From the moment these strange things that normal people can't accept, his heart has no waves, not strange at all, not surprised at all.

He just wanted to laugh.

He discovered the difference in the human being in front of him.

It felt provoked.

He is a creature that is very weak and brutal by nature.

They are jealous and have a strong appetite, and they naturally have many strange abilities that fit their personalities.

It is impossible for it to let the "food" that can only be eaten after being washed and eaten be carried away sideways, and it is even more reluctant to dare to provoke its own human beings who laugh constantly.

He will not allow it!

Even if it cracks and is pressed to the ground by two high-level Grim Reapers, it will kill one of them! Resolutely not to disgrace your fellow people!

He then did not hesitate to use a psychic shock on the "best bully" gin, but the successful laugh slowly came out of the phantom form, and at this moment, it existed in the real world, a clone of the evil god, and was no longer a projection.

Its swift movements, in less than a second of breath leaking, burrowed into Gin's body and entered his spiritual world.

Even if the north wind reacted at the last moment and desperately rushed up and grabbed a lump of meat, this guy would rather cut off his arm than enter the gin!

The north wind blew up at that time.

He crumpled the thing that was said to be his hand into Want Want Broken Ice Ice.

There was a slight movement on Gin's face, and he felt pain, this pain, like a soul being torn apart, hurt more than a man giving birth!

The most long-lasting gin doesn't want to come again.

Hurt!

It hurts......

He seemed to remember something bits and pieces.

Those memories were so far away that they didn't seem to have happened but they seemed to be close at hand, and the memories drifted by in fragments, and he saw a blood-red sea.

From afar, it was a sea of blood.

It's a flower.

A shadowy back, dressed in white, with a slender figure, black hair hanging quietly, slightly wrapped around the stamens, he grew in the sea of flowers.

When he stood, there was silence.

As he waited, Gin's heart stopped.

The owner of the back, tilted his head slightly, Gin gasped for breath, he looked carefully at the back that made him strange, his lips were tightly closed, his air was tight, and he didn't blink.

This is a fantasy created by monsters.

After all, Gin doesn't remember seeing such a large field of blood-like flowers, these flowers, probably Shirley will like them, but Gin doesn't feel it.

He only has feelings for the people in the flowers.

Gin saw a small tear mole in the corner of the figure's eye.

North wind!

How could it be...... Gin didn't have time to think about it, for he saw that the figure suddenly froze, and then a great sword passed through his waist, and the hanging bell tied around his waist made a crisp sound, and the blood stained his blood-red clothes.

It seems to be more suitable for this sea of flowers.

If he had died, Gin would probably have gone blind.

Lose the rest of his life, dark and dark.

At that time, he was still organizing that gin, the ruthless machine gin.

People should live for themselves.

……

As soon as the picture turned, Gin saw the man with the sword, kneeling down with red eyes, trembling all over, leaving lines of blood and tears in his eyes, desperately going over to hold the person in the center of the sea of flowers.

The voice of the person in the sea of flowers is very familiar, with different gentleness, "Silly, you obviously know that the sword passes through the heart and can't kill me." ”

"I know, of course I do...... Are you willing to die for a world that doesn't exist, but not for me once? ”

"Didn't you kill it once?" The man's tone was as normal, as if he was saying something insignificant.

"Qing, this is the first time I've died, and it hurts."

"I'm sorry......" The man immediately panicked: "I just know that you have to face them alone, I'm angry!" I... I thought you'd hide, I know you're scared of pain...... I want you to give up. ”

"Qing, that's a world, it's different." He pulled out the sword inserted into his abdomen, and his tone was calm and natural: "I'm not afraid of pain anymore, Qing, see you tomorrow, today I will send a lost child away." ”

"And, I'm sorry."

The little white clothes who died once are now walking away with a bloody suit, and a blonde boy hiding in the sea of flowers looks at everything with a cold expression......

The man who stabbed the sword, Gin had seen.

The boy who is hiding is familiar to the extreme.

The sunset on the horizon is far away little by little, so far that Gin can't see it, and it can't be reached.

It's a memory that he used to witness him die.

I envy the man who can enjoy his tenderness.

……

That year, there was a living child who had strayed into hell, he miraculously floated across the Lethe River, he did not die, but he lost part of his emotions, lost part of his memory, and the last thing he forgot was: the fairy-like handsome man, when he sent him back to earth, signed his hands.

How could he forget?

Forget that amazing time, the person of the tender years?

There is nothing more terrible in the world than forgetting.

……

Gin came to his senses, looked back at the north wind stiffly, rolled his tongue, and subconsciously held back a sentence: "Ah! Ice cream! I'm very optimistic about ice cream at Gin and like it very much...... Belch! ”

The words are not finished yet.

With an uncontrollable leap of his body, he lunged forward and hugged the north wind. Su Qianqi couldn't stop it, he couldn't pull it open, and the octopus gin was already attached to the north wind.

Beifeng Mude picked up the gin with an expression.

As for the ice cream that Gin just called, well, Gin is not very sober now, so he assumed that he was pumping.

Gin likes to burp, well, he now knows that it is worthy of gin, and his hobby is so different.

……

When Gin really came to his senses, he opened his eyes and saw the regular hand on his waist, and he found that he was now being hugged by Princess Beifeng!

Anyway, I'm used to it, and since I can't resist, let's enjoy it.

After all, Gin is very receptive, and now he is happy.

Enjoy the north wind so gently, now it's my gin.

On the side is the mountain, and now they sit by the mountain and the water, watching the turtle...

Crawl.

Listen to the birdsong again.

Twittering.

……

Everyone stopped talking.

"Gin, how are you feeling?" The north wind was the first to break the silence.

Gin just didn't answer the north wind, in fact, he felt better than ever, but now, he was really tired, so he just closed his eyes and took a nap.

The north wind moved gin's head to his thigh. Rubbing his eyes, he was also a little weak now.

This time it's really ...... It was squeezed dry by gin.

At that time, the situation was very serious, so a big lump of him drilled into Gin's brain, and drilled a big hole in Gin's spiritual chain, and the north wind finally put a small wisp of his soul into it, only to find him in Gin's spiritual center, this indescribable form has been entangled with Gin's soul, inseparable, and the weak soul of human beings is compared to Him, like a drop of water and the sea.

The north wind felt like it was going to be over.

However, if it's gin, maybe it's okay......

There is no way to divide the soul in this way, and Gin is now merging with Him, so the result is obviously obvious, either he succeeds in taking the sacrifice and "eats" Gin, or Gin takes advantage of the victory and chases him and "kills" Him.

The result is easy to guess, Gin will lose.

But the northern hyacinth gin.

He is optimistic about those who will not lose.

So, the north wind sent all his soul into it and helped Gin kill him together. It's just a narrow victory, and if they slow down, even a little, they will die, not Him.

This is also Gin's reluctance to lose to monsters, and he also did his best, so now, Gin is also low on energy and needs to rest.

……

It's good that all that still exists is gin, or rather, a sublimated version of gin that the soul swallowed him.

The north wind was watching the turtle crawl, he was holding gin, his eyes were the tenderness of Mude's feelings, with a dozen intact FBl as the background.

The sacrifice of the evil gods is over.

There was a man who got to know himself again.

……

Su Qianchi, who had eliminated the leader of the cult, walked back, sent the location of the cult to the police station, and then stripped the clothes of the unconscious FBl FBl with the booty, tied them to a tree and hung them upside down to promote blood circulation to speed up their progress of consciousness.

Then Su Qianqi saw the north wind of gin sleeping on the spot with each other's pillows, and Tianwei was inseparable from the bed on the ground.

He overturned the crawling turtle.

The turtle crawls in the air on all fours, turtle :(. ò∀ó｡ ）

Su Qianqi watched the stupid turtle waving its little short legs, and thought about straightening the turtle so that it could continue to climb.

The turtle is carefree.

Su Qianqi was very sad.

He's just a movie lover who loves little animals.

The Grim Reaper he likes is occupied by humans, and Su Qianqi wants to cut him, but he doesn't think it's good.

And, what will he do in the future?

Keep making movies?

What kind of movie to make?

I heard that there is a second-level Grim Reaper named Conan, who is easier to bully than his rival No. 1 Gin, and has also had "close" contact with the North Wind......

Su had a goal again, wiping away his tears.

In any case, life goes on.