In fact, many times, a person will not know what he is doing, or when he needs to do something very important, he will suddenly desert for a while—inexplicably, do something that seems completely unrelated to the original goal.

It's just a matter of feeling, and it just does it naturally. There is no need for inspiration, and there is no need for planning, because everything has already begun. All fate has quietly befallen you when you take that seemingly meaningless step.

That's how Kazama feels right now.

Absurd, weird, yet real.

Obviously, in the process of rushing to the stage where the plot of heroes saving the beauty was staged, he accidentally ran over with curiosity and explored "Shocked! In the cold cave, a strange baby cry suddenly sounded: "This is obviously just a side plot that attracts people's attention."

But the gears of fate turned unreasonably and on their own.

All the time, the turn of fate has turned to the destination that Kazama Yangyu should have arrived at - this piece, which belongs to him, the stage where heroes save beauty.

There is no doubt that beauty exists, just like all essential elements in the stage, heterochromatic pupils, delicate facial features, and long golden curly hair, just like that, sitting quietly on the ground.

There was no struggle, no crying, as reserved as all princesses had set.

Such a picture undoubtedly adds a lot of pressure to Kazama's feather, after all, the object of "beauty" has appeared in such a high-end and high-grade attitude, and his "hero" is not the kind that comes quietly on a white horse, and then moves a little and leaves in a dashing manner.

He was just a helpless teenager who had been cagged and half-dead by a man-made explosion not long ago, and who was now standing stupidly in the gap in the rock face that had been blown through by the explosion.

And in front of him, in addition to the legendary princess, there is another, no, no, no, one, three or four meters high, a hedgehog?!

And, sadly, this guy in reality is obviously not as cute as it seems in the image, in contrast, there is a pair of vigilant mung bean eyes, erected thorns, a mouth full of fangs, accompanied by a baby-like weird cry.

Perhaps this is how the legendary monsters tricked poor Tang San into hiding in their cave...... Kazama Yangyu thought so, his eyes stared at the pair of heterochromatic pupils that looked towards him for a moment.

Until, the other party recognized himself, with eyes full of disbelief.

"Hull ......"

The throat seemed to be blocked by something, and Kazama Shoha stood at the entrance of the cave like this, low, and called to himself, as if he was calling for the deepest memories in his heart.

However, the girl did not answer, and could not answer, she just writhed hard, and then slammed to the ground with a "poof".

Her blonde hair was scattered and her expression could not be seen.

Eagerly stretched out his hand, but Kazama just watched quietly, watching the girl stumble in that place, that place, where he couldn't reach.

Lowering his head, there was a black mist, slowly rising, from the horizontal, bottomless, pitch-black abyss in front of him.

In my heart, there was a burning heat surging rapidly, as if it was about to tear my chest apart.

The eye circles were slightly red, and the girl struggled to raise her head, her messy hair was attached to her face, and there was a trace of blood spilling out of her forehead.

But she didn't realize it, just tilted her neck and looked at each other stubbornly, not asking for help, let alone pity, but a joy from the bottom of her heart, leaving aside time and place, no matter when and where, as long as you look at each other, you can flow out of joy.

"Poof~"

The chest finally exploded, and the salty liquid, with a faint fishy smell, slowly overflowed from the corners of Kazama's mouth.

Then, it was forcibly swallowed.

"Armor mode, activate!"

"The area is too small to activate Armor Mode!"

Naturally, the expected answer.

Kazama smiled self-deprecatingly, it seems that a character like a hero really has to gamble his life.

So, gamble your life!

The soles of the feet, gently lifted, and then, fallen.

Fall, above the pitch black.

Immediately after that, there is the second step, the third step.

Step by step, slowly, with a singular rhythm.

In this way, in the void, slowly moving forward.

The lips trembled slightly, and they were indistinguishable in a vague chant.

The cyan whirlwind, one by one, like an elegant lotus in the dark night, quietly bloomed.

Then, it quietly died down.

Every time, it can hold the crumbling figure.

Silent.

The girl on the opposite side widened her eyes, and watched in amazement as the young man stepped into the air step by step, as if there was a white horse that could not be seen, Shi Shiran walked in the void, carrying her prince, and approached little by little.

Of course, the story of the prince and the princess always needs to be set off by a tragic witch in order to be perfectly interpreted.

What is pleasant and embarrassing is that in this world, there are only beautiful girls left, and the big sister who still has charm.

Therefore, the role of a witch can only be played by poor little animals.

Looking at the approaching figure, the huge hedgehog finally felt a trace of irreconcilable hostility and threat.

The spines on his back stood up even more exaggeratedly, and the pointed mouth suddenly lifted up and let out a terrible scream.

The screaming sound spread rapidly, swaying in the air in cascading waves, and in an instant, piercing Kazama's eardrums.

It was as if hundreds of babies were crying in their minds at the same time, and Kazama's consciousness suddenly trembled.

The mantra that had just been sung halfway through suddenly collapsed!

Stretching out his hand with all his might, there was a sense of weightlessness that hit me after a long absence.

The world, suddenly, began to tilt.

Then, a sharp ascent.

There was an urgent cry, faintly heard, through the thin layer of duct tape.

The feeling of flying, after many days, seems to have found it again......

Has there ever been a prince who was defeated by a witch? If there were, it wouldn't have been written into a fairy tale......

However, if you can be saved by the princess in turn, will there be a different kind of romance?

Thinking so, Kazama Haki slowly fell.

Really, I'm sorry, Hull......

"Don't!"

At that moment, something shattered, and the girl's heart-rending voice came from overhead.

In the void, something suddenly tore apart.

A pair of huge, skeleton-only arms suddenly appeared in the abyss.

In an instant, he crossed the darkness and grabbed it quickly, and grabbed Kazama Yang Yu in his hand.

Then, with a flick, with precision and speed, he was thrown on.

"Poof!"

Heaven and earth spun rapidly, and then, turned into pitch black.

There is something that wraps the cheeks tightly, soft, and elastic, suffocating, but also sinking.

"Wow......"

The neck tightened slightly, and the girl's crying, with a more serious feeling of suffocation, quickly hit.

With both hands, he slammed on, and Kazama Yang Yu subconsciously broke free.

"Whew-Whew-Almost ......"

Gasping heavily, his vision became clear again, but the perspective of Kazama Rising suddenly froze.

There, the red-faced girl who was pressed under her was looking at her with a blank expression.

Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he turned his head away with shame on his face.

"Big ...... Big Fool...... It's stupid......"

The autumn-like eyes flickered slightly with undried tears.

In a moment's distraction, Kazama Yangyu subconsciously moved his arm, and a soft touch suddenly came from his fingertips.

"Huh~"

A strange gasp came from the girl's lips.

"Ahh

Kazama, who finally realized what was happening, jumped up like a grasshopper, stood in place with a bewildered expression, and finally could only show a hint of an embarrassed smile, quietly waiting for the normal plot to make a crisp "pop".

However, there was no crisp sound, only the cry of the baby behind it.

Kazama pounced, hugged He'er, who was still lying on the ground, and quickly rolled on the ground a few times.

A black shadow flashed past the two of them dangerously.

Suddenly got up and turned his head, and a sharp light flashed in Kazama's eyes.

"Huer, find a place to hide first!"

The cyan whirlwind, the crimson fireball, flew towards the huge figure almost at the same time.

Blinking his little mung bean eyes, the hedgehog was stunned for a moment, and then quickly arched his body and hugged it into a huge thorn ball, with no limbs, no head and tail, and even his body had become a narrow slit.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion, and the whirlwind and fireballs quickly burst into all directions.

Slowly revealing a ...... Unscathed Thorn Ball?!

Then, the thorn ball moved slightly, and then again, and just like that, slowly, it rolled.

With thousands of sharp thorns, they feathered towards Kazama and crushed rapidly.

“……”

Kazama didn't even have a chance to complain, so he rolled and jumped to the side.

However, as if it had eyes, the huge ball of thorns quickly adjusted its direction and rolled towards Kazama's feather again......

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Four times.

……

As if endlessly, the cycle of dashing and dodging is staged.

Blood, slowly trickling from the criss-crossing wounds, soaked into the already tattered black dress.

There is an illusion that Kazama feels as if he has stepped back in time to the time when bullfighting was most popular in Spain.

The thorn ball is like a North African bull with the most innocent blood, violent and full of wildness; And he is the matador who dances in the threat of death.

Survival, or death, that's a question.

The answer to this question will be the strength and wisdom of both sides.

This is a gorgeous artistic dance, this is the complete combination of strength and beauty, between the sadness of death and the nobility of survival, with their own blood and courage, to win the final victory.

Although, they only had one spectator, although, around this rough arena, there were not even thick wooden wall bars for shelter.

There is only an endless abyss.

Abyss...... In Kazama's heart, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed.

The two sets of spells began to slowly intertwine.

figure, running quickly.

With his own blood that is constantly dripping but quickly boiling.

A strong smell of blood began to spread in the air.

The blood-stained thorn ball, as if it smelled the most primitive wild ** from the smell of blood, suddenly began to accelerate.

In an instant, at a galloping speed, he rushed towards Kazama.

Distance, getting closer.

And at a certain moment, Kazama raised his feathers, but suddenly stopped.

Facing the thorn ball, which is almost impossible to dodge.

And behind him, there is an abyss.

The fingertips, with a purple glow, beat rapidly.

It's like a throbbing heart, once, once.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

Two meters.

One meter.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a mysterious arc, Kazama Rising Feather tiptoed slightly, and suddenly jumped straight towards the abyss behind him.

And the purple light also rejoiced in an instant, like children who had finally taken a vacation, cheering, jumping, surging in all directions......

Download Free Reader!!