In life, people always need to do many, many things, and they will meet many, many people.

There are so many that sometimes, even the memory can no longer be remembered, and it is impossible to speak.

But there are always a few things, there are always a few people, even if we are dying, even if we have forgotten the whole world, they will still shine so clearly in our memory, and, from time to time, jump out and linger in front of us.

Tonight, perhaps, is such a day.

Kazama thought to himself.

Silver eyes, quietly looking ahead, looking at the rickety figure, the old face, and the disgusting gaze.

Yes, in front of him, there is no doubt that Ren is not easy, this guy who is said to be in the position of the great master.

Of course, his more important identity is that he is an elementalist.

An elementalist close to the SS rank.

Kazama raised his feathers, and suddenly he wanted to laugh, and besides, it wasn't the kind that was soft.

A life that is too plain will indeed make people feel bored, but sure enough, too exaggerated and intense plots will also give people a headache.

B-rank vs. SS-rank, really...... Even if it is written into Long Aotian's script, it is a bit too much...... Boss or something, there has to be a step-by-step process, right?

But no, it's not a script, it's not a game, it's life.

Life is like that, straightforward and cruel.

It won't wait for you to get ready, finish leveling up after fighting monsters, have plenty of HP and MP potions, resurrect scrolls and transfer scrolls, and all kinds of priest assistant gods to assist teammates in place before starting.

The challenges of life are always so unreasonable and unprepared.

Like, these magic in front of you.

The wind is the wind that cuts into the skin.

The flame is the flame of burning bones.

Man is a dying man.

Ren is not easy, looking at Kazama Yangyu with a look of ecstasy, as when he first saw him, as if licking it substantially.

But this time, Kazama didn't run away, and there was no need to run away.

After all, not to mention the commission of the uncle who met in Pingshui but met very much in line with his appetite, just the girl standing behind him, the beloved girl, would never allow this old guy to take a look at it with such obscene eyes.

So, he couldn't retreat.

If you don't retreat, you will move forward, like a brave man.

There is no sword of the brave, but there is a whirling blade and a shining magic.

Although, it doesn't seem to be of much use.

The magic was easily neutralized, and the whirling blade was engulfed in flames in an instant.

In the night sky, crimson saliva dripped from the mouth of the huge flame serpent, and Kazama knew that it was a melted blade.

Sure enough, in the face of such a gap in strength, aren't these things even enough to warm up?

Looks like we're going to get some excitement......

Counterattack or something, it is always possible to fight for your life.

After all, in the eyes of the superior, the least cherished and the least valuable is the life of the inferior.

Take it is useless, and discard it.

So, use this worthless thing to defeat you.

The corners of Kazama's mouth suddenly hooked up a strange smile.

The thin body, in an instant, rushed into the purgatory of wind and fire.

The sound of sharp blades, cutting through skin rang in my ears, with the mushy smell of burnt muscles.

Luckily, Kazama isn't hungry, otherwise, he might not be able to resist taking a bite.

Well...... It's not time for jokes......

At this time, I guess we should move forward bravely.

Towards that road, the rickety figure.

Mage or something, no matter what script it is, no matter what game it's in, it's a remote output, right, then, once it's close......

However, it was gone.

Before Kazama Whisfeather approached.

He was greeted by a figure that turned into flames, happily and unprepared, and hugged him.

"Yellow-haired child, surrender quickly, obediently hand over Wangui Mania, old man, cough cough...... Maybe spare your life. ”

The ethereal voice flickered far and near, but Kazama knew that the old guy should still be nearby.

After all, his goal.

It is the king's bedchamber.

There is no look up, and there is no need to look up.

The wings on his back fluttered violently.

The silver streamer swept out in an instant.

Then, I touched the figure that had just appeared.

The power, accumulating in the hands, the breath, began to become majestic.

The majestic figure in front of him also began to notice.

Suddenly, looking back, what Ren couldn't easily see was a huge arm that swelled like a balloon.

The originally thin body, like a dormant volcano, finally erupted after waiting for tens of millions of years.

"Ghost Dao Thirty-six Style, Third Style, Kunlun Tilt!"

The green tendons burst out in an instant, like lava lurking underground, erupting thinly.

Even the whole piece of air began to expand.

Wisps of golden light came out of the pores at a speed that was unreachable to the naked eye, and then quickly condensed and spread, covering the entire arm in the blink of an eye.

And the arm, like a pair of iron tongs, stretched out.

Then, hold tightly.

Sudden changes are unavoidable.

The rickety body was a little caught off guard.

There are also some, embarrassed.

"Drink!"

There was a muffled sound.

If the thunder bursts, it rings in the ears.

The rickety figure, just like that, flew straight down.

In the direction in which it came.

Suddenly, it turned into a black dot and disappeared.

But Kazama knew he would be back, with a lot of anger.

It's a pity that he didn't expect the other party to come so quickly.

Moreover, not from that direction, not from the direction of the fall.

Rather, from behind.

The end of the turquoise staff ran straight through his chest, before Kazama had no time to turn around.

Although I don't know, it's time for the other party to come back, perhaps, from the beginning, he has already stolen the beams and changed the pillars.

But Kazama can already hear the gasp behind it, and it seems, at least, that it's not completely in vain.

The advantage of being young is that even if you can't beat it, even if you can't touch it, you can still die of exhaustion.

With that vigorous energy, talk about the obscene old man who is about to die and is seriously injured.

Of course, the premise is that you don't die.

Wings, flapping rapidly, trying to break away from the staff that pierced him.

However, it was too late.

A wisp of cold breath wrapped around at a lightning speed.

"Since you toast and don't eat and drink, then you can't complain about the old man! Soul Hunting! ”

A loud shout, with a wild laugh.

The strange green light suddenly skyrocketed.

It was as if the gates of hell had suddenly been opened, and countless cold breaths, like thousands of terrible ghosts, rushed straight towards Kazama, from the place where the wound and the staff met.

At that moment, Kazama clearly felt that something was wriggling inside him, like a poisonous snake.

However, that greed, that hatred, is far from being between animals, but between the living and the dead.

Sucking, sucking, vigorously, greedily, with resentment and hatred for all the living.

The soul began to become ethereal.

consciousness, too, began to blur.

However, another voice sounded slowly in my heart.

"You said you'd be back."

The simple words seemed to be a thunderbolt, exploding in my ears.

A vague sense of consciousness is instantly clear.

Radiance, surging rapidly, the power of the person, surging and rushing.

The improvised body, in an instant, disintegrated into specules of light.

Among the light particles, only the stunned old face remained stunned, staring in the air.

Immediately, a mouthful of blood shot out.

In life, there are many precious things that we can't give up, but when these precious things have turned into a burden, then why do we have to hold on to it until we are old?

A strange smile slowly rose from behind Ren Buyi.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a delicate face.

Not like boys, not girls.

However, it is such a face, even in such a dim light, even if it is already wet by the rain as soon as it appears, but it is still so beautiful.

Ren is not easy, he tried to turn his head and open his mouth, wanting to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, they finally turned into a foam of blood condensation.

hand, slowly withdrawn from the other's chest.

The crimson heart is still beating slightly, even if it has been a long time, even if its owner has long since died of life, but this heart is still so strong and powerful, like a newborn, when it first came into contact with the air of the world, it began to scream excitedly.

Unfortunately, it is dying, even if it has only just seen the world.

Looking at the heart carefully, looking up, Kazama saw an unbelievable face.

The old skin, with the muscles twisted by resentment and pain, looked unusually hideous.

It was so hideous that even Kazama Yangyu, who was an opponent, couldn't help but show a trace of concern.

"Hey, you don't matter, do you? Do you want me to send you to be buried with your precious son in a moment? ”

But that gaze was so false, so false that even he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

So, let's sabotage.

Let it all be over.

The blood, rushing rapidly, rushed to the meridians of the palm of the hand at a frantic speed.

Then, at the same rate, reflux.

"Click!"

"Bang!"

It's like a balloon, and it's like a broken watermelon.

The crimson heart, just like that, burst open.

For the first time, a cruel smile appeared on Kazama's face.

He didn't know what was wrong, but at that moment, he suddenly understood that he had been longing for this, he had been longing for this, he had been longing, blood.

This wanton, dripping blood.

There was an inexplicable pleasure that rushed to the brain, and even reason began to blur.

In the blur, there is only one voice, shouting in the heart.

"Blood! Blood! I want more, more blood!! ”

The silver eyes suddenly turned red, and the whole field of vision.

At that moment, he saw the full moon.

Even on a rainy night, the full moon could not hide its brilliance.

There is also the tower of the king that stabs high into the sky in the full moon, and the rickety figure that leaps to the top of the tower.