Chapter 88: Strange Feelings
"Anya-sama. ”
Hoarse voices like corpses, in the chaotic firelight, a pair of dim eyes scanned through the chaotic ruins.
His ragged clothes were stained with blood, his left arm was empty, half a rune embedded in the center of his eyebrows, and the pain drowned in deeper desire.
Emerald green veins all over the body seal the wound and sustain the last thoughts and actions.
"You don't know my name yet. ”
"You can call me, Will. ”
The sound of crackling flames on the side made the eyes pause for a moment, "By the way, I forgot to tell you that one of the two people who died under your hands was my child." ”
The pale face, which was gradually losing its temperature, looked at every corner where it might be hiding.
"I know that you are of high status and powerful. ”
"The church made me, I have always remembered the vows of the church, and I dare not break it in the slightest, but today ........."
The remaining blood stains tugged at the sight, and the hand holding the thing tightened, "I finally can't help it." ”
"Can you tell me why you keep sticking to those false creeds. ”
"It's been 400 years, and I still don't know what the purpose of the church is, what the church exists for. ”
"Even I don't know what I'm here for. ”
"I'm tired of waiting for this kind of rhetoric. ”
The blood stained more and more obviously, extending into the next corner.
As the depressed heart began to accelerate, the emerald green veins were gradually disappearing, and the corners of the mouth where the minced flesh hung down trembled.
"The church allowed us to live, get married, and have children, which was a really good idea and continued my desire to live. ”
"But now, this desire drives me, and it tells me that I should choose revenge on the man who took my son's life. ”
In the shadow of the corner, a slender silhouette could be vaguely seen, and a touch of cruelty was twisted on the shattered face, "I know, you won't really die, so, I just want you to experience what it's like to die." ”
The dim pupils converged for the last time, and Anya finally appeared in sight, slumped to the ground, the skin of her legs was peeled off, and it was twisted into a very strange shape, with a torn blood-red robe, and a still cold gaze on her pale face.
"Don't you know that people who talk a lot are easy to die?"
The deep words couldn't hide the extreme weakness, she was in the middle of the teleportation array before, and the impact of the explosion was also the greatest.
"It's just a dying speech. ”
"So those undead are what you attracted. ”
"Nope. ”
As if unable to hold it anymore, Will sat down in front of her, "The interests of the church are noble, and I will not harm the church because of you." ”
Looking at Anya's appearance that she was no longer able to move, "Although I don't know who did it, but now I have to thank him for giving me this opportunity." ”
"Well, Anya-sama, are you ready for death?"
"I'm sorry, I can't die with you. ”
"Oh? Why?"
"Now there are only two of us left in the base, even if I can't solve you by myself, those undead outside will be happy to help me............"
With a shock to his body, the sudden black stone sword pierced the heart with precision, and an incredible figure appeared in sight, the person who should have been melted by the breath of death.
And most importantly, how could he possibly be here!
Thinking can only stay on this problem, completely lifeless.
Lance drew his sword and kicked the corpse away.
"Bang!", the afterglow of the explosion reflected his gloomy face, his bright red pupils looked at the troublesome woman, and his heart, which had been tightening, slowly returned to normal.
"Is it pretty?" Anya was looking at him as well.
The tattered robe could not hide the fair skin, and the bumpy figure was fully revealed.
There was a different light in the cyan eyes, "I don't have any power to resist now.................."
The deliberately elongated voice, throwing away the injured legs, and the weak appearance with the soft posture are indeed very attractive.
Lance crouched in front of her, stretched out his hand, wisps of blood rippling, wrapped around his thighs, and temporarily stopped the bleeding.
The imaginary scene did not appear, and Anya did not believe that she was not attractive, "Am I not beautiful enough?"
"Or do you not like my type?"
"Or do you already have someone you like?"
Lance had a hard time understanding what the woman was thinking, "Don't you know that people who talk a lot are prone to death?"
"Well, it's not polite to paraphrase someone else. ”
"In front of someone who doesn't know how to be polite in the first place, I don't think I need to be polite. ”
There was some unexpected performance, and the smile on Anya's face was even more meaningful, "Now it seems that you stupid melon is not so ............ Shh
The crooked bones were twisted back to normal under Lance's hands, and bandages were wrapped around to seal the wounds.
Soon, after the fine pain, a black robe was draped over her, the same dress she had given Lance earlier.
Lance sat on the sidelines, the Communications Medal had been burned out by the fire, and the only thing left to do now was wait.
It was quiet outside, except for the crackling flames still echoing, and I could feel the stares that had been staring at me, and I didn't know what strange thoughts were coming to Anya's mind.
"Sit down. ”
Consciousness reacted, but the body was already sitting beside her.
Tilting his head slightly, leaning on his shoulder, he closed his eyes as if thinking about something, "It's weird, why don't I feel that way?"
Strange words of self-talk.
"Hold me. ”
When he stopped talking, he was already facing that fair and pretty face, and his slender waistline was obviously thinner than it looked. His eyebrows furrowed, and he still looked thoughtful, "I still don't feel that way." ”
Nestled in Lance's arms, the subtle voice could only be heard by himself, "But it's quite comfortable." ”
Tortured like a marionette, Lance felt that he should leave at the risk of his heart exploding, and that he should not have come here.
"Hey, you say, is it a date like ours?"
Lance obviously felt that he couldn't keep up with this woman's thinking, his mouth was uncontrollable, and a very stiff voice came out, "Well, yes, we're dating." ”
Looking at the little enjoyment on the white cheeks, it was obviously to entertain herself, but there would be this kind of performance, what was in the head of this strange woman.
"It seems like there's finally that weird feeling. ”
The voice became weaker and weaker, turning into an even fainter snort, and when he looked down, his pale face was a little bloody, his eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
This Anya actually fell asleep.
"That's why you're not coming back. ”
The familiar shrill voice appeared in front of him at some point, and two clouds of gray and white smoke swirled rapidly, and Lance seemed to see a mockery in them, as well as an inexplicable sourness.
"If you still want to lift the curse, don't think about it. Lance threatened.