What it's really like to love someone.

Kazama Rises, I probably know.

But how far you can go by loving someone, maybe even God can't know.

So, in order to get to the bottom of the question, God sent an inquirer.

And this inquirer is undoubtedly Kazama.

"Boom!"

In the thunderous roar, countless lightning rays struggled, churned, and finally, finally fell.

It was like a bloodthirsty thunder snake, devouring the weak figure that fell to the ground.

For a time, the purple electricity was rushing, and the smoke and dust were filled.

On the main seat of the audience, a purple figure stood up.

He took a half-step forward slightly, and was immediately pulled by a hand.

"Yiyi!"

In a low voice, the thick palm, like an iron hoop made of steel, strangled the slender wrist.

Let the purple figure stop alive.

There was no turning around, and there was no turning back.

There was only a cold breath that slowly overflowed.

The originally hot air seemed to be suddenly placed in the cold winter wind, and quickly condensed into tiny ice crystals.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

In the quiet air, there is a "rustle" of ice crystals falling to the ground, which is constantly sounding.

Yiyi, that's it, frozen, standing, standing......

Finally, take a half step back and sit down slowly.

Only the slender jade fingers were tightly clasped on the armrests of the wooden carved chairs, and the knuckles were white.

"Does Your Highness have any doubts about the fairness of the game?"

On the side, a hoarse voice came, with a hint of a weird chuckle.

The old man with a smile on his face stroked his long beard under his chin slightly, and looked straight at the face hidden under the birdcage umbrella.

However, the other party didn't even move.

Only a cold voice sounded slowly.

"Could it be that Yiyi is worried that the only heir of the Si family also needs to report to Lord Sikong?"

"Uh......"

The hand holding the beard shook slightly.

The wrinkled old face suddenly froze, and the originally bright smile turned into a dry smile.

"Your Highness is angry, the old minister is just ......"

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, and in the middle of his words, he suddenly stopped.

The old man looked back suddenly, and at the place where he entered, a silver-white light and shadow flew out at a speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, and finally, he fell straight to the ring.

When he looked up, a mouthful of blood suddenly shot out, and he lay down.

The originally fierce battlefield quickly quieted down.

Even the golden soft and flame demons that had been entangled together quickly separated.

"Master!"

The golden figure was just about to come out, but the air suddenly became hot, and the three flame demons firmly blocked her path.

There was a golden liquid that kept dripping down her body, but the gold was soft and soft, but she didn't care.

Just stared at the smoke and dust that gradually dissipated.

In the smoke and dust, there was something strange, slightly lit up.

With it, the incomparably hot temperature.

It's like a flame of love.

Yes, the flame of love, the temperature of love.

The kind of existence that is enough to ignite all beliefs and hopes, and the kind that is also enough to burn out all beliefs and hopes.

The so-called love is so unreasonable, so willful and stubborn.

is so willful that it is enough to make a person become no longer himself.

After all, the so-called human beings will never be limited to the category of "people".

Gods, demons, undead, beasts, all of these can be transformed from the small and great existence of human beings.

When the flame of love is extinguished, he can become a demon with a thought, and when the flame of love burns all over his body, he can burst out with god-like brilliance.

In the haze, there was a thin figure, slowly rising from the ground.

The slow movement is reminiscent of a puppet that is about to collapse, and the bruised body is the best proof of this association.

Surprisingly, however, the puppet stood up.

At the moment when the smoke and dust finally dissipated.

It staggered as if it was going to fall at any moment.

There was a caustic playfulness on the field, accompanied by buried encouragement.

However, those firm eyes didn't care.

He just looked up at the main seat of the auditorium.

looked at the pair, as if through the burning gaze of the birdcage umbrella.

There were tear stains, sliding down the delicate jaws, with a burning pain like breathing.

At that moment, Si Wuyi smiled, smiling like a child.

Just like back then, the little girl who had been following him all the time, calling "Brother Wuyi" and "Brother Wufu".

But since when did she stop calling him that, since when did she become so graceful and dignified that people don't look at her, and when did he slowly retreat from her side, feeling ashamed of himself......

I don't know, I don't know...... Really, I didn't expect it to be like this......

Always, I want to stand by her side, I always look at her, I always guard her, and I always accompany her until I am old.

However, now he, now his thoughts are useless, really, can he stand by her side?

Who caused it? Is it yourself, or is it fate?

On that night in the third year, when he was choked by fate, when he was about to die, she appeared and stood by his side...... Probably, it started at that moment.

The reversal of roles, the crossroads of fate.

Since then, he has been trying to get up again, to change back into that existence, enough for her to shout "useless brother", to stand by her side again, to protect her again, to look at that gorgeous smile.

So, he stood up and stood again, this, the crossroads of fate.

There are many such opportunities in a person's life, to stand or kneel, to affirm or deny, to move forward or to retreat...... Every choice will herald a completely different fate.

Standing, or shrinking, this is a choice, but the so-called choice, but because the chips of the two sides are equal, so they will hesitate.

When the flame of love burns, all the chips, however, are the embers of fate.

Stand up, stand up, and then, go to her.

In my heart, there is a voice that calls like this.

Thinking uselessly, he walked towards the middle of the ring step by step.

The original noise was silent for a moment.

Only that contemptuous face, with a look of disgust, looked towards it.

"I didn't expect that my life is quite hard, so let Young Master Ben personally send you to the Nibelungen!"

flames, rising rapidly.

Reflected on that extremely distorted face.

But thinking is useless, but his face is indifferent.

He just tilted his head and looked at the purple shadow.

That is, what a beautiful existence, to give such a beauty, to this guy in front of him or something, is simply an unforgivable possibility.

If this possibility is about to become a reality in front of him, then just smash it to pieces.

Fate or something, enemies or something, other people's eyes or something, identity gaps or something, all of this, to hell with it!

I want to go back to her, I want to watch her well, guard her, protect her, pet her, stick to her, love her——!

"I'm not going anywhere! Because, I just want to stay with her!! ”

A strange pillar of light suddenly rose from Si Wuyi's body to the sky, and in an instant, it broke through the surging flames.

Immediately, it burst straight into the sky and turned into a colorful auspicious cloud.

There was a colorful light, shining through the clouds, straight on the figure that roared in the sky.

At that moment, the gold softness that was originally besieged suddenly collapsed, turning into a golden streamer, and quickly, flowing towards Si Wuyi.

Layer upon layer, layer upon layer, wrapped him tightly.

The old man who was originally sitting in the audience with a smile on his face finally stood up.

Step out.

"It's ...... Leapfrogging?! ”

"Lord Sikong, do you have any doubts about the fairness of the competition?"

The familiar words made the old man sit back sneeringly.

And the corners of the lips hidden under the purple birdcage umbrella suddenly hooked up a trace of arc that could not be concealed.

Just like the boy lying in the ring.

casually posed in an exaggerated "big" shape, Kazama raised his feathers, and smiled with a look of relief.

In the crooked silver eyes, a golden girl was reflected.

Although, it is still golden and soft, although it is still so golden, but the original petite body is obviously a little bigger.

After all, what is wrapped in it is a real teenager.

Thinking uselessly and gold are soft, and in this way, in a strange way, they are integrated.

His eyes were slightly closed, and when he looked up, there was a bright light.

"Spin it! Snow Moon Flower! ”

body, suddenly whirling.

Shadow, suddenly blurred.

The golden figure, in an instant, turned into a rapidly spinning top, and swept straight towards the young man standing above the breeze.

The young man, who was still shocked by the colorful auspicious clouds, quickly came back to his senses, his lips moved, and he screamed.

"Eat me, Luo Sheng's grudge ghost arm!"

The air suddenly became hot, and two huge flame ghost claws burst out of the air without warning.

Straight ahead, towards the swirling golden light.

"Boom!"

The flames rolled, and the waves were raging.

A huge shockwave, almost in an instant, swept away the messy ring.

Kazama Yangyu's breath was stagnant, and he was able to stabilize his body when he calmed down.

But a pair of eyes were staring at the center of the ring for a moment.

There, a figure quickly swept out.

Along with it, there is still a brilliant golden glow.

Thinking uselessly, he didn't even stop for a moment, and swept straight towards the young man.

The claw of flame just now couldn't hurt him in the slightest?!

The young man who originally looked contemptuous finally showed a look of panic.

When you raise your hand, the staff is extinguished.

Rain of Fire, Water Guns, Earth Spikes, Wind Blades...... Gorgeous magic, accompanied by a devastating impact, slammed down on the golden light.

But it didn't work.

Nothing, nothing.

The golden light is still the golden light, the speed, the speed is still the same speed.

All the magic, all the obstacles, almost vulnerable in front of the whirling golden figure.

King Kong is immortal, this is the realm.

It's a pity that this King Kong is not used to protect the Dharma, but to beat people.

The body suddenly stopped.

Shadow, suddenly clear.

A clear figure, a clear face, and that, a clear, smile.

"Heavenly Danger, Breaking the Water Moon!"