The mirror was still in the same position, and the dagger was still hanging above his heart.

"Will you die if you go down with this knife?"

He shook his head.

The mirror stabbed down again.

Blood splattered her red, and she watched with a blank face as he gradually lost his life and was given new life by the sea.

This time she asked a different question.

"What is the price of having your memories."

The siren was not surprised to be asked such a question, she must have guessed, and she didn't expose it but wanted to continue to test him.

He didn't want to tell the truth, saying that his price and wish would dissipate if he couldn't achieve it, and this end was too miserable, and it was easy to give people the feeling of being kidnapped by miserable morals.

He didn't want her to have any burden, and she didn't need to know what the price would be, because he was willing to pay for it.

If she sympathizes with him because of this, it is not fair to her to be slightly moved.

If she had been indifferent and indifferent, his already broken heart would have been shattered.

"Don't want to say?" Xijing was a little surprised, but it didn't seem to be very surprised, but there was an inexplicable and indescribable feeling in my heart, maybe curiosity, maybe disdain.

She wanted to know the price, how stupid the idiot could be for it.

The cost of not wanting to say it is often very high.

He is the Lord of God and lives in every plane of the system, so any cost is insignificant to him.

Unless, the price is so great that it will affect all of his soul fragments.

"That's the price that will make you really die, will it?" Xijing still looked at each other coldly, and his tone suppressed a little anger.

He froze for a moment, staring at her eyes, then dodging them and shaking his head.

Xijing sneered and stabbed down again.

"Will you die?"

Shake one’s head.

"Will you die?"

"Shake your head."

The anger in Xijing's heart is getting stronger and stronger, this is what he intended? Spend so many lives to repay her anger at being deceived? He knows a fart! Kill those who can't die and resurrect infinitely, and don't vent their anger at all.

She stared at the siren, staring at his azure eyes, still tinged with a hint of red, as if the light of the sea was shrouded in the sea.

"Will you die?" She asked coldly.

The siren didn't answer immediately this time, he counted it, and it was his last life.

He felt a little sad in his heart, he couldn't prove to her that he could be trusted, and he didn't know how far he had to go to gain trust, and he couldn't exchange trust for paying a cheap life, because what he didn't value himself, others would naturally not feel how valuable.

This time, he nodded.

The mirror stabbed the dagger down again.

Stopping above his heart, the tip of the dagger pierced into his skin by a millimeter, and he felt a slight pain in his heart.

Xijing threw away the dagger and punched him in the beautiful face, which made him a little confused, and the second punch came up again.

"Punching a sandbag when you're angry can vent your anger, but it can't relieve the hatred in your heart." Xijing grabbed his black hair like seaweed, leaned in front of his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "I want to die if I provoke him, it's so beautiful." ”

Xijing let go of his hand, a look of disdain.

The siren suddenly grabbed her hand, and his eyes sparkled.

A smile spread across his face, as if it wasn't him who had been beaten just now.

His thin lips opened slightly, and he called.

Not Doph, not Dove.

"Tide Mirror." Even if he doesn't sing, his voice is breathtakingly beautiful.