Bathed in the white moonlight, the atmosphere on the roof of the Wujo Mansion became particularly solemn. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In addition to the six figures flying in the air, Mouton could also feel a cold feeling emanating from the rooftop.

Glancing around, Mouton couldn't find anything else unusual, and frowned at the moment.

Dressed in a kimono, Ryori took out a dagger that emitted a silver light from his bosom, which was given by Aosaki Orange and was extremely sharp.

After the Eye of Death was opened, the eyes of the two rituals that radiated a dark light glanced around, and then lowered their voice and said, "Be careful, there are other things here. ”

Hearing the reminder of the two ceremonies, Mouton raised his eyes, and he was even more sure that Xi had not had a problem with his perception before.

"Interesting, is there still a hidden backhand...... Mouton doesn't have the magical eyes of the two rituals, even if he has super perception, but as long as he uses some means, he can still hide it.

"Whoa, whoa!"

A strong wind blew on the roof of the building, and at this moment, several flying figures in the distance flew by.

"Formula, then." Mouton tossed a white hedron to the two ceremonies, took a step back and said, "I'll deal with what is hidden in the shadows, and as long as I take this hedron with me, I can hold those spirits and kill them." ”

"Is there anything like this?" Catching the white spar handed over by Mouton, the dagger in the hands of the two ceremonies turned, and then, she in a kimono rushed out at once.

……

Paying attention to the two rituals of killing a spirit easily, Mouton nodded secretly, his eyes slightly closed, and his body shone with a faint golden light, which was extremely sacred, like a bright sun.

The black pupils turned golden after the power worked, and at this moment, Mouton's pupils opened, annotating the last void, and a cold color swept through the depths of Mouton's pupils.

"If it was me before, I would have a headache, this kind of garbage monster, I can't help but ignore me!"

Mouton waved his arm, the golden light flashed, and in the next second, the originally invisible existence in the void appeared at this time.

It was a guy whose whole body was covered in black, and even if he couldn't see his face clearly, his huge body was extremely intimidating.

"Roaring ......"

The roar of a beast resounded at this time, and the two rituals, who had just killed a few small ghosts, turned their heads to see the scene behind them.

"It's ...... What the? ”

Mouton snorted coldly, raised his hand, the Star Sword Excalibur was held in Mouton's hand, looked down at the holy sword wrapped in golden light, Mouton waved his right arm, and the majestic golden torrent rushed out, and the floating spirit body painted by the witch stripe fog behind him trembled.

Seeing such an opportunity, the two rituals rushed out without hesitation, raised the dagger in their hands, and stabbed into the spirit body of the witch stripe fog painting.

……

The golden torrent gradually dissipated, looking at the light of this sky gradually dissipating, the Star Sword in Mouton's hand gradually disappeared, and the golden eyes turned to look at a place in the distance, which was completely inaccessible to ordinary people's eyes.

"Araya Zonglian...... Even if you can feel the situation here, you can't feel the gaze I put on you. ”

The magicians of this world basically have corresponding limits, and ordinary human beings have no way to see so far, and the same is true for perception.

……

In the hospital where the Witch Strip Fog Painting is located, Mouton came here alone after letting the two ceremonies leave.

There was no one in the entire hospital anymore, and because it was night, it was very cold in the room painted by Wujo Mist.

Sitting on the hospital bed, Wu Tiao Mist is alone in a daze.

"Miss Wujo, may I come in?"

Previously, the blades of the two rituals pierced through the chest, and the Witch Strip Mist Painting had not yet recovered.

Hearing Mouton's voice resounding in his ears, Wu Tiao Mist looked at the place where Mouton was in horror, and an unprecedented sense of panic swept through Wu Tiao Mist's body.

Through the body that was able to fly before, Wu Tiao Mist clearly saw what Mouton had done to the dark shadow.

The body slowly landed in front of the hospital bed painted by Wu Tiao, and Mouton nodded slightly and said, "Hello, first meeting." ”

Holding his head, trembling all over his body, Wu Tiao Wue only had horror in his heart, and a guy like Mouton who completely surpassed his cognition made Wu Tiao Wu's mind blank.

"You, you, you......" His voice trembled, and he even began to stutter, and Wu Tiao Mist barely managed to make his words clear, "You...... Are you here to kill me? ”

"Your reason for doing this."

"Reason...... Isn't it just flying, the feeling of being able to experience flying, something that everyone yearns for? ”

Mouton took a deep look at Wujo Fog and continued, "How long have you been here?" ”

Annotating the body painted by the Witch Strip Mist, Mouton could see the broken, on the verge of collapse.

It can be said that there is no part of the body that can be considered normal at all, except for the only hair that seems to be healthy.

Faced with such a witch stripe fog painting, Mouton sighed lightly and said, "It seems that it has been a long time, your body ...... It looks like you can't leave this place, is it a curse? ”

Wujo Kimo looked up at Mouton, cursed, it did exist, cursed that he couldn't leave this place, he would never be able to watch the seasons outside through the window in this life, this hospital was extremely dilapidated, and even the attending doctor had left in the past two days.

There is no other word to describe the current situation of the witch stripe fog painting other than waiting for death.

"Yes, that's how my family is, it's just that by my generation, my family doesn't have any descendants anymore."

"Can you feel the feeling of being abandoned by the world......

The voice of the witch strip mist echoed in the hospital room, and Mouton nodded as if understanding, turned to look out the window and said, "So, you want to leave this room, that's why you made that choice?" ”

"There is no edge in the sky, or a margin that I can't reach, I yearn for such a place, but even if my consciousness is split in two and becomes two existences, I look at the outside world through that doppelganger, I am still bound, and I can smell death all the time, and I don't have a real sense of being alive at all."

"Are you going to stay here with the little time you have left?" Looking at the poor woman, Mouton turned around and asked.

"I think I know what I'm going to do next, the days of overlooking the landscape are over, aren't they."