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This long-lost intimacy, like the power that I smelled thousands of years ago, makes the knife crazy, makes the knife excited, and makes the knife high and tide.

It's true, it came so suddenly, and I gave myself a big gift.

This is about to be free to make itself tremble, and the fragile chains that imprison you will soon be broken.

I'm super looking forward to the next master, but it must be the one with powerful magical powers, who killed the dead cherry blossom.

I could feel that she still had the unpleasant smell of the dead cherry blossom that was about to disappear.

But she wished so much now that the smell came to her with the savior, took herself, pulled herself out of the ground, slashed the rusty chains with her sharp blade, and caressed her beautiful body with her gentle palms.

Take yourself to break through the ground and see the light of day, to smash the cherry blossom trees that you have seen and hate, and then bring pain to those who are weak and should not exist in this world.

Don't exist if you don't have to exist, everything is so simple, put it on your neck, lift it up, and then the black blade cuts through the cervical vertebrae, and the bright silver blade splatters them with bone marrow and blood to the ground that I don't know if it will be grass or barren.

Simplest, there is nothing more joyful than hearing those cries of pain and ignorance.

What is the point of being in this world if a sharp weapon does not bring fear, pain, death, and despair?

My own up, up, up, up...... I don't know how many masters were killed by themselves mercilessly because they were too weak and only used themselves to defend themselves.

How old am I?

Do you know, it's really rude to ask a girl's age casually!

I don't need a worthless, non-murderous, non-domineering master.

What did you say?

Just kidding, someone with such a powerful and cold magic power would be an idle person?

Kindness?

Well, I'm sorry, but the kindness I understand is to cut off the pain and despair that they are still ongoing.

Isn't killing them directly the best kindness and kindness to them?

This is mercy, the cutest.

I'm the best at spreading kindness and mercy, yes, I'm so proud.

I have this capital, you can question it, but you will witness it eventually.

As for my contract with the Dead Sakura, it's just a half-baked contract, and I've broken the soul knot and all the connections at the moment she was destroyed.

Ruthless! Tut-tut!

I don't usually have this ability, but I can only do it when she is beaten into a dead dog, because this guy has used so much of my power for a thousand years, and he doesn't let me go out to kill, so it's very empty now.

Hopefully, that new owner will take me to spread mercy as soon as possible.

Not to mention, here they come!

…………

It's a huge secret room with four exits, and I'm standing in one of them, and it's like a long corridor, cherry blossoms, except for cherry blossoms or cherry blossoms.

The area is very large, two or three hundred square meters, surrounded by green bricks carved with cherry blossom patterns on the top of the head, to be honest, it is very beautiful, but these few hours of journey have been looking at the cherry blossom pattern, but I am very tired of it.

Aesthetic fatigue.

The disgusting aura of the weariness made the light strings gasp a little, and he frowned, and looked down to see countless chains under his feet, covered in red rust, all facing the center of the chamber.

Star Hitomi sniffed as Light String lowered her head, and then the corners of her mouth twitched before Light String looked up at her.

"This is the destination, it's a terrible smell."

Light String's hand fanned the wind in front of his nose and frowned, not that there was really any bad smell, but that Light String, who was a mortal, had an instinctive disgust for this kind of demonic aura.

"Uh-huh, it's just a little bad smell."

Xingtong nodded, and swept his right hand around, and the walls around him were burning with blue-white flames, illuminating the entire secret room.

Black mist, this is a good explanation why Light String couldn't see the trace of the demon knife before.

It was shrouded in black mist, and the dense chains on the soles of its feet reached into the black mist that floated in the center of the chamber.

Are you blocking the demon knife called Long Tail?

Where the black mist came into contact with the chains, there were faint invisible ripples, which were invisible barriers.

"It seems that the Dead Sakura sealed it."

Xingtong walked forward as she spoke, with confidence on her face, and since she "confessed" to the light strings, she no longer hid her gradually becoming arrogant, nor did she pretend to be so gentle.

After all, your personality should be proportional to your strength.

Isn't it?

Light String looked at the back of the star pupil, and her waist-length hair was stunned and didn't know what she was thinking.

There was no intention of stopping her, even though she explained a lot to herself.

She has gone through many reincarnations, and after each reincarnation, when her life goes through great ups and downs, she will awaken all her memories before reincarnation because of the stimulation.

She didn't remember it all, but slowly, when her father was killed by Ember, the power of her pupils began to awaken.

In her previous life, she was a murderer, and the seven-colored eyes were also a bad luck existence in the legends of Eastern Ionia, and she was considered an "old woman" after countless reincarnations, and she was afraid that she would be disgusted with her because of these.

She is actually vicious in her heart, she even feels extremely happy about the harm to the ember, she is actually good at deception, she admits it, lying to herself that the reason for resolving her resentment is deception, she wants to get the long tail of the demon knife, because she wants to gain great power.

"I know you're leaving Ionia eventually, so can you give me one last ride? When we get to the Bone Mountain, we will be separated, you leave, I will leave, is it okay? ”

All of the above is what she said, and then she acquiesced, even if she didn't see through her scam, the final result would be like this.

Separately......

In this way, it seems to be better, there is no sensationalism and tears, and now I have no trust in her at all, and some are just indifferent, walking with a more familiar passer-by?

And how could you possibly shed tears about this liar, joke!

Hehe, although it sounds a little ridiculous.

Bone Mountain, where it all ends? Central Ionia.

How can it be a somewhat morbid sense of anticipation?

contradictions, and I still have a faint reluctance.

Or is it about to say goodbye to the life that you have become familiar with?

But is it a bit too much to think about this now......