Lyle held the knife and walked slowly through the blood, towards the blood shadow curled up in a ball. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, he could have left it alone, the blood shadow left, and the three of them were relatively safe, two of them were wounded, and they were in urgent need of medical treatment, and now it was the best choice to go down the mountain quickly. But he still followed, he felt that he should come along, what secrets were hidden in the body of the blood shadow, those secrets were what he longed for, and now the tragic situation of corpses all over the field also made him unbearable and indignant.

It gave him the illusion of that person, and yet in front of his eyes, it did things that were contrary to that person's wishes.

"You really can't speak?" Lyle stepped into the pool of blood, getting closer and closer, he looked at the Blood Shadow and spoke, "I want to know everything about you, who you are, what exactly you are, what your power is, why it is so similar to the power of our vampire bloodline, and those moves of yours......"

But the blood shadow still just squatted with his head in his hands, only a mournful whisper came out of his mouth, and Lyle was less than fifty meters away from the position of the blood shadow, he looked at the silent figure and gritted his teeth.

"Those moves belong to that person, and she taught me, why do you ......"

Lyle suddenly felt a flash in front of him, which made him hesitate for a moment, the blood shadow looked like a helpless and injured child at this moment, if it was removed from its powerful and ruthless coat, it would squat quietly like that, holding itself, alone in the depths of this cold mountain, like a, a dead child crying.

At that moment, Lyle felt that the blood shadow in front of him overlapped with his own figure in the past, he had once curled up in the corner, crying alone, that appearance was exactly the same as the blood shadow at this time. The shadow of blood is very much like the past self.

Lyle slowly walked to the side of the blood shadow, the blood shadow did not suddenly jump up to attack, nor did it exude murderous aura or killing intent, even though Lyle's shadow was already covered at the feet of the blood shadow, the two were close at hand, the blood shadow still remained motionless like that, and Lyle saw its body trembling slightly.

What are you hesitating about, this guy in front of you is ruthless and cruel, he has buried so many people's lives, and he almost killed the evil ghost of Suzu. Lyle said with a voice in his heart, at this time, as long as he raised the knife in his hand, Lili Suosuo's hand rose and fell, isn't it enough, while this guy is defenseless at the moment, this is the best time to end it, whether it is the dissatisfaction in his heart, or the worries that will flash on the pillow later, there will be no more.

Yes, I can't hesitate, Lyle said in his heart, even if the sudden appearance of this guy brought him a huge doubt that haunted the tip of his heart, but even so, that doubt was only counted as a product of the past, and I had already decided to move forward towards the future.

Lyle gritted his teeth, bloody fangs held high above his head.

Yes, all of that is just an illusion of oneself......

"That person, already a dead person, she was only in the past, already, unable to come to the present. Lyle looked down at Bloodshadow's crooked back and swung his knife as he spoke.

But the Blood Shadow suddenly raised its face, and slowly, as if finally aware of Lyle's presence, poked its head out of the self-grieved hut it had brewed, and looked at Lyle standing outside the door, its face met Lyle's gaze, and the blood teeth had fallen right in front of the tip of its nose, sticking together.

Lyle couldn't do it anymore, he saw the blood-shadowed face again, that face made him feel so sad, as if covered by sadness and flood, red tears quietly flowed down his eyes, even if it was the same color of the cheek, Lyle felt that he could clearly see the two lines of tears.

What am I doing, I'm not a bell, Lyle said to himself.

That person, when he cries, when he is sad, when he is sad, will it be like this, Lyle suddenly thought in his heart, he had never seen that person show a sad appearance, even once, in his impression, she was like the word hope itself, she kept smiling, active, as if there was endless vitality, and it was precisely because of this that during that time, she became her greatest reliance and guidance.

Gradually, I felt that she was powerful and omnipotent, and I forgot that she was just an ordinary person, who could cry and be sad, and without the existence of the feeling of sadness, she could not be called a person or even a life at all.

Yes, is it so, when she doesn't know it, she may be crying alone in a place that no one can see, trying to vent the irritability, bitterness, weakness, tiredness, and sadness that she has held in her heart. But when she turned around, she immediately wiped away her tears, and in front of herself, she became the girl whose smile never seemed to leave her cheeks, incredibly strong.

Lyle looked at the Blood Shadow, and the Blood Shadow was also looking at Lyle, and even though those empty eyes were nothing, and nothing could be reflected, it seemed to become dull when it saw Lyle's appearance. Lyle...... Crying, his face still maintained the cold expression he had before, but the tears flowed down quietly, and Lyle's pupils also lost concentration. The hand holding the knife trembled unconsciously.

People always grow up, and finally understand a lot, when they were immature, many things that they couldn't understand, or even perceive, but often at this time, you don't even have the opportunity to speak to some people, you can only remember.

"You're here to tell me this? He sighed softly, suddenly not knowing what to do with the blood shadow in front of him.

Can't you do it......

Lyle felt a sudden spine behind him, and the tone that made him feel disgusted, like a magic sound through his brain, as if he was thinking in his ear, whispering in his ear, and as if it was directly echoing in his brain, and the voice was bitterly cold, so that Lyle couldn't help but stand up his hair.

"It's ......"

Lyle looked around, the world seemed to freeze from this second, the falling blades stopped in mid-air, the sound of the wind that had just blown stopped abruptly in an instant, the blood shadow maintained a raised and squatting posture, like a statue standing still, and the pool of blood under his feet was also like freezing, losing the sense of flow and liquid, Lyle felt like he was standing in a swamp, and everything around him was unlimitedly suppressed by some mysterious force, as if everything was frozen. Lyle felt as if he was standing outside of the world, watching the world become a static painting. He has also experienced this situation more than once.

But the next moment it was not the old man who walked out of his side, a boy in white clothes and white pants patted his shoulder, and appeared unhurriedly, he was wearing exactly the same style of clothes as himself, with exactly the same height and body outline as himself, full of white hair, even the skin was white, only the pupils were more scarlet than Lyle's eyes, as if they were about to drip blood.

"It's you!" Lyle took a breath, "Why is it you, old man?" he moved his limbs to make sure he wasn't frozen by the white guy, who wasn't trustworthy, who knew what he was going to do, and who was always thinking about being able to snatch control of his body.

The white boy walked around behind the Blood Shadow, and also squatted down, as if he were a pitiful object, looked at the Blood Shadow's face, stretched out his hands as white as dry bones, and gently stroked its face, picking out a finger along the Blood Shadow's forehead, sliding to the corner of its mouth, as if playing with a close lover, and the black nails seemed to be dotted with ink.

He turned his face to the past, and looked at Lyle, who saw the face carved out of almost the same mold as himself, as if his face had been painted with white paint, it was him, the consciousness of the Yaqi Blood Demon bloodline that had been defeated by himself and stored in his body, imitating the form of his own appearance as a host.

Lyle saw the Yaqi Blood Demon smile slyly with his face, it was all white, but its lips were as black as a dead man, and the tip of its outstretched tongue licked its lips everywhere, and the tip of its tongue was also as black as ink.

"Even though we live in your body together, it doesn't mean that we are neighbors, why should I know everything about his actions, anyway, your body will be mine sooner or later," Yaqi Blood Demon said, "This time, it's just that I'm here to take the initiative to find you." ”