The Holy Sword, Ice Needle, Scythe, and all the attacks on Manro have successfully reached the corresponding position, and it seems that the next moment you can see Manro being completely exterminated. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The holy sword pierced through the mist, reflecting a brilliant seven-colored brilliance in the mist, and finally returned to gold, as soft as the sun, but hidden powerful lethality. The holy sword gently sank into Manro's torso, solidifying the small body into gold.

The ice needle followed the light and quickly pierced into Manro's limbs, blue, and even faintly transformed into black, and the frozen air surged wildly, pouring into Manroe's limbs, quickly devouring the vitality in his limbs, and the dead silence slowly eroded Manro's limbs, and the white tenderness gradually withered, the vitality was cut off, and death came.

The first scythe to be swung did not arrive first, but was the latest, the longest, the most desperate, and it slowly drew a trajectory of death in the air and descended on Manro's head.

There is a saying that the head is the god of men, and the head is the place where the soul lives, and the scythe of death passed lightly through Manro's head, harvesting a faint white light, as if it was Manro's soul.

Everything came quietly, there was no so-called brilliance, and there was no loud bang like the Big Bang, and the Misty Inn was completely still at this moment, only the Death Scythe slowly dragged a cloud of white light away from it, as if it was going to drag it to the bottomless abyss.

…………

All the visions slowly disappeared, Manroe's body fell lightly, and landed smoothly in the lobby of the Mist Inn, the golden holy light and black freezing air were still rolling on Manro's body, and the slightly opened eyes did not have any brilliance, and the pupils had collapsed when they looked closely, and it looked like they were dead and could not be dead anymore.

"That's it...... It's over? Luo Hanya patted his face in disbelief, and asked the Makarius beside him suspiciously, everything was like a dream, easy, and illusory and incredible.

"No, it shouldn't have ended so soon." Makarius shook his head, rejecting Luo Hanya's idea.

"Can this still live? Whoever it is, damn it. The stone silkworm muttered softly to the side.

Luo Hanya walked in front of Manro, looked at his indifferent and immature face, inexplicably only felt pity rather than hatred, and the unreal feeling came to mind again, what is your true face? Why do you have so many faces, it's really incomprehensible.

He shook his head vigorously, banishing all the doubts that might never find out the truth out of his brain, took a deep breath, and carefully examined Manro's body.

…………

"How?" I don't know when Makarius has already walked to Luo Hanya's side, he squinted his eyes and carefully looked at Manroe's corpse, and asked in a solemn tone.

"The pulse in my neck didn't move for a minute."

"I've been out of breath for a few minutes."

"The pupils are dilated, which is completely consistent with the situation of a dead person."

……

Luo Hanya went through the descriptions of death one by one according to what he had seen before, and finally let out a long breath and shrugged his shoulders easily, "To be reasonable, this guy is already dead, and the gods can't save him when they come." ”

"Phew......" Makarius exhaled with relief, a relieved smile on his face, as if he wanted to say something.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, solemnly observed the surroundings, and said nervously: "Wrong! It's all wrong! He's definitely not dead! ”

"Huh? Not dead? What's going on? Luo Hanya looked at Makarius in surprise, wondering how he could tell that Manro was not dead.

"Do you remember what happened after Xiaofeng's death?" Makarius looked into Luo Hanya's eyes and said seriously.

"Bellflowers?"

"That's right! Don't you have any questions? It stands to reason that we are all transformed by flowers, and when everyone dies, they will leave a flower behind, and with the power of their origin, including the man in white, he also leaves a flower......" Makarius pointed to the corner, only to find that the crystal orchid that had been shining with a ghostly light was long gone.

"Not good! Watch out for sneak attacks! Makarius shouted, which startled Manro and Stonesilkworm, Manro and Stonesilkworm glanced at each other, choosing to believe Makarius, and the three of them immediately stood together, standing back to back, looking around vigilantly.

"The crystal orchid is gone! Manro didn't leave a single flower behind, he definitely didn't die, he must be hiding in this room! Be careful not to be attacked by him! ”

"What do you mean......" Luo Hanya snorted.

"Old fellow, you're so sharp, I really regret not being the first to kill you!" Manro's voice suddenly came out of nowhere, and it was so cold that it seemed to want to devour its flesh.

"You don't have a chance!" Makarius exclaimed, "Divine Glory! ”

The dazzling golden light rushed out from his body, and the golden light did not condense into bundles, but spread wildly in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the entire inn lobby was already illuminated as if it were day.

"Do it!" Makarius shouted angrily, and Luo Hanya condensed a huge piece of ice out of thin air and smashed it towards the empty corner.

"Ice Crystal Explosion!"

"Damn old fellow!" A slightly transparent and illusory figure suddenly appeared in the empty corner, shouting loudly in anger.

"Look where you're running this time!" Luo Hanya stared at the figure, Xuan Bing didn't want money, uh...... I really don't want money, and I throw it at Manro.

"Ahhh Block it for me! "The little flowers swayed and bloomed from the void, very small, small and distressing, but the petals were delicate and clear, and the delicate ones were amazing. They trembled slightly and covered the entire void in front of Manro, and the sight was spectacular, amazing, and admirable from the bottom of my heart......

"Heather! It's heather! ”

Xuan Bing unceremoniously smashed on the small and delicate Ou heather, venting the anger of the cold ice.

The bell-shaped flowers of the heather made a strange sound under the impact of the ice, as if they were whimpering, and the sad breath drifted around with the slightly blooming flowers, tear-jerking and heartbreaking.

It's not the first time that Ou Heather has been betrayed, and it can even be said that it is used to being betrayed, but I didn't expect that this betrayal was the host of my choice, it was simply betrayed by myself, and there was no pain as good as this time, and it was heartbreaking.

The little flower under the ice didn't last long, and although it used to grow in the polar wastelands, this time it couldn't withstand the cold anymore.

Born in the ice, died in the ice.

Trembling, trembling, completely withering, turning into a sky of flying snow and melting into the ice...... (To be continued.) )