The prison painting lost consciousness on the battlefield. A second before he fainted, there was only one consciousness left in his head.

It's over.

It's not just the kind of end that kills the soul. Rather, she felt that when she died in the formation, the ten people withdrew the formation and saw that it was her who was fighting against them, and a speculation that made her extremely embarrassed would occur.

For example, some people will definitely ask: Xue Yan, why is your daughter-in-law pretending to be a housemaid? Xue Yan, what does your daughter-in-law think? Xue Yan, let's beat your daughter-in-law to death together and so on. Then Xue Yan couldn't cry silently, and the green soul was scattered in remorse, and everything was wiped out......

For the first time, I felt that there was something more embarrassing than death. No wonder some people just die to save face all their lives. Some faces are really lost and can't be saved, and the embarrassment can't be resolved to death.

Of course, this embarrassment did not last long, because the time was very short. After her soul fell into complete sleep, she had a dream that was very unsettling for her. In her dreams, she floated and floated in a dark space.

In her dream, she saw the evil god.

She looked young, like a girl of fifteen or sixteen, but the grandeur of her body revealed her true age.

In the dream, she only had her upper body. Below the waist of the slender willow, it was empty.

What's even more bizarre is that there is a door behind her, and from there, one snow-white hand after another stretches out, pulling her body and trying to pull her into the door.

She glared at the prison painting in anger, and the prison painting was also looking at her.

However, she did not struggle.

"Why don't you run away?" Prison painting asked.

This sentence, when the evil god first appeared, he also asked the green soul in a matter-of-fact manner, and the words were full of provocation.

However, the prison painting asked this question, but it was very sincere. It's not that she didn't see that the snow-white hands looked exactly the same as her own. They were tugging at the evil gods, and in fact they were actually drinking the potions themselves, trying to pull the evil gods into their spiritual canals.

For the first time, he was face to face with the evil god in the state of a soul in his own body. Little did she know that the god had no legs. But what she could be sure of was that even without legs, the evil god would be able to fight those white and tender hands. After all, those hand-strokes have been pulling for a long time, but they haven't been able to shake the evil gods at all.

Maybe she'll have a tough fight, or maybe she'll accidentally force the evil god out of her body.

But the evil god didn't. She just looked at the prison painting angrily.

For a long time, the prison painting seemed to realize that the angry gaze was not looking at her, but at someone who was not there.

Then, she closed her eyes.

Prison painting thought that she would sigh unfathomably at this time: Providence! Then either fight to the end with yourself, or give up resistance and let yourself be slaughtered.

But when she closed her eyes, she seemed surprisingly calm.

"Master, what a calculation!"

The prison painting trembled.

It was purely a tremor of the soul.

"You mean, the current situation is also my mother's arrangement?"

The god still closed his eyes and shook his head with a wry smile.

The prison painting silently gestured a middle finger to the evil god. Just say it, don't say it, don't say it, what kind of trouble is it to make such a mysterious fuss?

Although I know that this action is very rude

, but this is a confrontation of souls, and the inner thoughts have lost the camouflage of their skins, and everything must be undisguised and honest.

So, politeness or something, I couldn't stop the prison painting. Fortunately, the evil god didn't understand what this meant, and simply ignored it.

"Maybe yes, maybe not. But if it is, then neither I nor TA will be spared. Even, your father, the God of War, is within the scope of being calculated. ”

The prison painting did not answer. She really didn't know what to answer. The otaku girl originally used many people to achieve her own grand cause, and it is certain that the god of war will be used, and it is also certain that the god of evil will be used. So who is this "ta" in this "me and ta"?

"You should be rejoicing. We are all pawns, and only you are the beneficiary. ”

Prison Painting: Benefit? This is called benefit?!

Ignoring the expression, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes, and the aura of anger and hatred reappeared.

"But I'm not convinced! Why should we be manipulated as pawns? I can't resist the injury of my soul now, but it is an extremely dangerous thing to lead my soul into the spiritual channel. Otaku, otaku, don't you want your daughter to become a god? I don't want her to become a god. Not only that, but I want her to follow your old path like you! You wait for me! She shouted, as if she had given up her last resistance, and was quickly pulled into the door of the black hole by those white and tender hands.

Prison Painting shook his head. Evil God, sure enough, is still a bad God, and the menopausal style can't be changed. I can't change it for the rest of my life.

The prison painting didn't sigh for long, and the next second the evil god was pulled through the door, she felt a powerful aura and spiritual power surging into her body. Her body, no, her soul, swelled up like a balloon that had been blown up, as if it was going to explode at any moment.

Rise! She's so up! She didn't want to hold on, she didn't even have time to be afraid, the uncomfortable feeling was so overbearing that she only thought in her head: blow it up, blow it up, blow it up and it will be easy and comfortable.

As soon as this thought came to her, her previously suppressed expansion rate suddenly accelerated. The soul has once again swelled to new heights.

It's uncomfortable! At this time, the prison painting is not up or down, and the brain circuits seem to be stuffed with things, blocked, and seem to be empty.

Then, the anger in the soul seemed to occupy more positions, and soon found a breakthrough in the right armpit of the prison painting, and then, like a torrent of madness, attacked the right armpit.

That's where the prison painting was hit by Emperor Song before, and it's vulnerable. Leng Buding was attacked like this, and there was a tendency to blow up at the moment.

Draw a mouth, and sigh in my heart: I am finally free!

At this moment, the soul trembled violently. The prison painting only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and ten spiritual powers poured in from all directions, approaching the soul body.

Prison Painting only felt internal and external troubles, and was panicking, and suddenly the entangled aura and aura in her body shifted the target of the attack, and spread to her limbs when she was not ready, and it was a fierce attack on the ten spiritual powers.

The impact was very strong. But there was no sound. It's a kind of discomfort like watching an action movie but being muted. But the tremendous reaction that occurs when the force strikes is really felt. Not a single thing, and not a single miss.

It's peaty, it hurts!

These two forces are separated by a layer of skin pairs

The base feels like a gentle five-horse corpse. The feeling of tearing and impact occurred at the same time, and the painting felt like a broken raft repeatedly destroyed by the wind and waves on the stormy sea, so broken that it could not be seen directly, but it could not sink into the sea.

You can't escape, you can't die. Endure? No, it's not enduring anymore. She felt as if she was growling.

Yes, like. For she was not sure what the natural reaction of her tormented soul to the loss of her human form would be. If it's a body and not a soul, maybe there's something embarrassing like peeing scared.

Then she really doesn't want to live.

The sharp pain at the beginning of this duel slowly became numb. Prison Painting watched his soul body swell and sink one after another, and he actually disliked it a little bit.

Thankfully, it's the soul body. This image is really peat ugly!

The spiritual power that came from the outside was not very powerful. In other words, compared to the two forces in the prison painting's body, the spiritual power outside is just a filtered attack, and it is not enough to see at all.

Therefore, after the external attack was defused, the power in the body of the prison painting soul swelled again. Moreover, it seems to be even more arrogant than the previous one.

Once again, the prison painting experienced that unbearable feeling of expansion. She had just broken free from the extreme pain, and she began to swell again, and her whole body was in a state of collapse. If she could, she would have liked to shout at the people outside: Can you give me some strength? Is it over at once? Go on!

Probably because of passive slackness, the few outside rested for a long time before starting the second wave of attacks. The prison painting went from swelling back to pain again. I have to say that no matter what kind of experience it is, it is better to live than to die. But she finally got used to one type, and suddenly changed to another one, which feels ...... Tsk, cool crooked.

Prison painting felt that if she could leave alive, she would definitely suggest a new criminal law to the new Hades, and after blowing people up, she would be flattened again, and she would be beaten again after a while, and she would definitely be a new person in the next life.

I don't know how many times I have gone through this over and over again. When the divine consciousness of the prison painting was about to collapse, the spiritual power that had just attacked her from all directions suddenly all withdrew, and a burning sensation that was so intense that it was above the pain suddenly struck, and the prison painting woke up directly from the fainting.

She woke up. But no one cared. Everyone's eyes were focused on the other person.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a pair of red eyes. There is also a familiar but unfamiliar face.

The crazy burning sensation went straight to the prison painting. Prison Painting only felt that the blocking and indelible power in her body found her opponent in an instant, filling her limbs and hundreds of remains, and the attack on Xue Yan was a counterattack without hesitation. And Xue Yan also pinched the seal with both hands, controlling the scorching power and sparing no effort to attack the prison painting.

Both of them did not leave their hands.

But both of them saw the hot enthusiasm in each other's eyes, as if the gushing out of the two of them was not hurting power, but gushing love.

This picture is a good interpretation of the truth that beating is kissing, scolding is love, and not loving enough to kick with your feet.

Above the stadium, due to the collision of two powerful forces, a red pillar of light was generated, which soared into the sky. On a certain hill in Apricot Mountain, a person raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and gently took a sip of iced black tea on this fiery pillar of light.