Once good friends, such as today's ends of the earth, the world is different. There are too many ups and downs to tell the story, and everything has quietly ended. I used to be young and frivolous, thinking that the vicissitudes of life were jokes that had nothing to do with me, but the world is changeable, and everything that I once thought was forever was annihilated in an instant.

Luo Mengyun sighed leisurely, "Sometimes, I also want to be as stubborn as Sister Xue and believe that Xiao Yao will come back, he is so powerful, there will definitely be some way to bring the dead back to life, but, alas"

Human beings are a strange thing, sometimes they only need a moment to grow, and sometimes they stubbornly let themselves stay in the past.

It's been two years, Xiao Yao hasn't returned, the grass and trees in front of his grave are deep, as if he is ruthlessly vetoing everything, and now Luo Mengyun is no longer the girl who was too naïve at the beginning, she no longer believes in miracles, she only believes in her own claws, and believes that she can use the blood of the enemy to get justice for the person she loves.

"Alas, sometimes, I also feel that Xiao Yao just went out, and he will come back in a few days and greet us with a smile, don't say it, I feel uncomfortable" Dong Bin took the metal wine jug he carried with him and poured a big sip into his mouth. He has long since lost count of when it started, but he has this habit, and whenever he falls into a memory, he habitually numbs himself with alcohol.

As the two of them fell into their memories, the phantom left their place with great amusement and walked out into the hallway alone.

He knew that when the two of them recalled Xiao Yao, his "Xiao Yao's phantom" should not appear near them.

Those two people usually treat themselves quite well, and even sometimes on some occasions they are a little too partial and protective of themselves. It's just that the phantom knows that those feelings that are too friendly do not belong to him, and the two of them only pin part of their feelings for Xiao Yao on themselves, that's all.

Sometimes, very occasionally, the phantom will also wonder if this kind of life is unfair to himself, whether he should also have something that really belongs to him, but he will soon have to fall into a complete death cycle, if there is no Xiao Yao, then there will be no self.

Like him

Such a clone, the thinking is still very simple and direct, since he can't figure out the problem, he won't continue to think about it.

In the hallway, a man from the Ampeseta family, who looked to be in his twenties, nodded to him in a friendly manner, and then passed by himself on one side.

The phantom nodded as well, and took the initiative to get out of the way.

He remembered that there should have been a power boiler in the back, the power source that propelled the steam locomotive smoothly. Presumably, this person should have gone to inspect that key place

Everything is ordinary, everything is natural.

And accidents are often brewing in such normality and nature.

The air seemed to freeze into a sticky shape like glue at this moment, and the steps he had just taken were blocked in mid-air, and the feeling of blockage and solidification flowed down his trachea and lungs, and a feeling of suffocation in a swampy quagmire hit.

The transcendent who had just passed by him stood behind him like a ghost, and a knife stabbed into his heart, splashing bright red blood droplets in the solidified air.

Although I don't know why, there is no doubt that just now, this person who was supposed to be an ally attacked him

The Phantom struggled clumsily in the glue-like air, pushing the enemy a few steps away with his backhand, but his strength was mostly offset by the viscosity of the air, causing no damage to the enemy in the slightest

"Why?" said the phantom with difficulty, as if just saying these three words would exhaust the little normal air in his lungs.

"For the Lampshadow family's plans, the three of you, especially the two in the front compartment, are unstable factors." The man's expression was actually a little apologetic, "As for more, I don't know, it's a pity, I didn't want to be an undercover agent in the first place." ”

The "undercover" phantom murmured with increasing difficulty, trying to understand the current situation.

"Yes, it's a bit of a pity, if you were the real Xiao Yao, then I would have died the moment I made a move, even if I could get away with it, he would have the ability to take one

It's a pity to come back again," the man said, shaking his head slightly.

The air solidified further, and if it had been glue, it was now almost completely solid like ice, suffocating the phantom in it

This person really wants to kill himself

It's not good, if you go on like this, you're really going to die, no, I don't want to die, don't die

This undercover agent, his whole plan must be more than killing himself, Luo Mengyun and Dong Bin are in danger now, they may not realize that the existence of these ghosts is really hateful, why is he not Xiao Yao, if it is Xiao Yao here, then everything will be

To hell with his Xiao Yao, I'm not him, but I won't die here

At this moment, the pale blue flames gathered in the palm of the boy's palm, and then, as if touching a flammable material, the fire suddenly spread, and the condensed air stream ignited by the pale blue flames melted as if it had been exposed to high temperature ice, and turned back into air that could breathe normally.

Before the man who was preparing to attack further could react to what had happened, he was swallowed up in an instant by the thick flames that were as thick as substance.

"Ahh

Drops of blood slid down the corners of his mouth, and he looked at the arm in disbelief, covered with gray scales, and under the scales were compact muscles, and pale blue lava flowed from the gaps in the scales.

Such an arm, such an attack, he had seen it in Jiang Luo two years ago, in that extraordinary melee that has not yet been settled, he had the privilege of seeing the fighting young man from afar, and it was with such an arm that he defeated the demon shrouded in thunder and lightning.

At this moment, the boy was already dead, but his strength reappeared in front of his eyes, the originally weak and worthless clone, and his eyes flowed with a familiar blue

At this moment of death, as if returning to the light, he suddenly understood a very important thing, "it turns out that you are"