Act 12: A World Without Her (3)

Qi Su woke up from his slumber.

He immediately touched his chest, and soon felt a beating heart. What was going on just now? Chu Xuan missed? Or is it ...... He looked up, and then he saw a patch of yellow sand and a calm sea. Qi Su squatted down and touched the sand...... It's a lot like the real thing, but it looks a little different. Am I still in a dream, or am I still ......

"This is the afterlife."

At this time, a calm voice sounded in Qi Su's ears. Qi Su couldn't help but turn his head, and then saw Zhu Wen beside him looking at the vast sea in front of him, "After a person dies, it should be nothing." But if a world has a 'Grim Reaper', then the human soul will fall under the jurisdiction of the Grim Reaper. After finishing speaking, Zhu Wen turned her head to look at Qi Su and laughed: "And I am the Grim Reaper." ”

"That's ......"

Qi Su hesitated for a moment, then said, "So you appeared in front of me as a god of death?" ”

"That's not right." Zhu Wen shook her head, "I'm dead too...... I thought that no one could kill me, after all, who could kill death? But Chu Xuan still did it, it was really a weird soul light, and he didn't know what that soul light was for. ”

The corners of Qi Su's mouth twitched, "Light of the Soul...... Chu Xuan's? Very tricky stuff. ”

At this time, Zhu Wen blushed and said softly: "That...... Are we dying together? ”

"Huh?"

Zhu Wen held her face with both hands: "Oh, I'm so shy." ”

"Uh-huh?"

Suddenly, Qi Su's brows furrowed, and he looked up into the distance.

A song rang out, and Zhu Wen's face also changed: "The entire underworld is screaming...... What a terrible power. ”

Qi Su said in a condensed voice: "Dao Song...... There is a holy place here. Then he said to Zhu Wen: "How can there be a saint in the underworld? Is the boss set by the main god? ”

"This is a world that was born because of me." Zhu Wen shook her head, "Only those who died in our Zhongzhou team should be right here...... Then when the still alive members of the Middle-earth team find out about the existence here, they can pull us out, and then we will be resurrected...... In fact, as long as I am here, we will never have death in the true sense of the word. That's why I dare to kill you. ”

"No, there is still a possibility of death." Qi Su shook his head, "If the Zhongzhou team is destroyed, there will be no one who can pull us out...... and then he looked into the distance: "Let's go over and take a look." ”

……

"You...... What did you think of her? ”

Zheng Zhe only felt something beside him at this time, he let go of Zhao Yingkong's body, and then his pupils contracted slightly.

A man stood there.

The terrifying forces around it almost tore everything apart.

"What do you think of her!!"

'Bang'.

Zheng Zhe was punched in the face, and then the whole person flew upside down. At this time, Zhao Yingkong's pupils contracted slightly: "Zheng Zha? No, it's a replica! ”

The man stood in place, and suddenly laughed: "This is unswerving to death?" Is this what you are in? Body, you really make me feel sick! Disgusting!! ”

Zheng Zhe touched his face, then stood up, his eyes solemn - and then the next moment, a white flame appeared on his body, and he rushed towards his clone without saying a word. Black flames also appeared on the clone Zheng Zhe's body.

The darkness is terrible.

Suddenly, some kind of singing sounded around him, and Zheng Zha's pupils contracted slightly: he had heard similar songs.

It was the carnival before the end of the world, the sorrow before the collapse of the world.

"Have you reached this level...... Zheng Qi said softly, "Amazing." ”

Suddenly, the clone exited that realm.

(Care must be taken...... The world is too fragile, and a little force can destroy it...... But it is possible to resurrect her here...... ）

(However, even if I don't use the ability of the realm, I can-)

Then the next moment, Zheng Zha appeared in front of the clone almost instantly, and then punched down. The clone Zheng Zha could barely resist, so he was beaten back a few steps.

Zheng Zha's face involuntarily showed a stunned look.

"This punch is kind of interesting." The clone Zheng Zha laughed fiercely, "You take my punch too!" ”

Zheng Zhe's hands protected his predecessor, but he was still spurted out a mouthful of blood by this punch. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while, but the clone Zheng Zha looked at Zheng Zha who was still struggling condescendingly, and snorted coldly: "How does it feel to betray, my body." Then he suddenly punched the side. This punch seemed to tear the entire space apart, and then Zhao Yingkong's body was beaten and flew out and fell to the ground.

"Compared with Zhao Yukong, you are simply an immature little girl." The clone Zheng Zha looked down at Zheng Zha who fell to the ground, squatted down, and said, "You let me see that there is a possibility in me, a possibility that I feel the most incredible." How could I possibly betray her? In the case of having her. Or, my being, you're still the profligate playboy? ”

"Ahem."

Zheng Zhe got up, and suddenly punched his clone, but was easily taken down.

"It seems that a comfortable life has made you too presumptuous. What do you mean by that? Thinking about English? (Anti-Harmony)"

"You've been saying something." Zheng Qi roared in a low voice, "What do you want to express?" ”

"She can be resurrected." The clone Zheng Zha stood up, but Zheng Zha had a constriction of his pupils, raised his head, and looked incredible.

"Luo Li can be resurrected."

"I'm not...... Already ......"

"The girl who swallowed her last breath on the sickbed, the girl you and I remember, the cute girl who grinned."

Zheng Zhe's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly.

"You can come back."

Zheng Zhe looked at Zhao Yingkong, who had just gotten up beside him and seemed to be about to make a move, and suddenly laughed. Then he slapped himself in the face, knocked out a tooth, and his face was swollen. Then, he stood up and looked at the clone Zheng Zhe.

"How."

"What do you need me to do?"

"You don't have to do anything." The clone Zheng Zhe said indifferently, "You make me feel sick. I'll take care of this matter myself. ”

"If I don't kill you, it really makes me sick and can't eat." Then an inexplicable flame ignited on the body of the clone Zheng Zha, "Fight hard, otherwise, you will die." ”