Click!

The black and white mask, which already had cracks, was completely cracked, and red blood oozed from the cracks, staining the black and white, and the three formed a particularly sharp contrast.

The drama under the mask was also completely knocked out, and his breath was dying.

All the strength was gathered on that punch, Wang Shi no longer had the strength to swing the punch, and his body was a little unable to support it, so he tilted to the side and fell into the ice water.

Lying on his back, he no longer had the strength to move his fingers, and it became difficult to breathe. Wang Shi gasped for breath, but could only breathe in very little air. If this situation continues, it is not impossible to suffocate to death.

Without the slightest strength to change his gaze, Wang Shi looked at the sky in a daze, and began to absorb the thin aura around him with his only consciousness.

In the final battle that was harder than anyone's life, Wang Shi had a slight advantage over the drama, and completely smashed it into the blood, winning an extremely short respite.

It doesn't take too long for Wang Shi to recover his spiritual power, and his blood qi will also repair his body to provide strength, and then he can really kill the drama. The current drama has not yet lost its last breath.

The battle between two people, fighting to the end, is a lose-lose result after all. Even if Wang Shi really killed the actor, he would have to cultivate for a long time to recover.

The warm sun in late autumn and early winter gradually increases.

At the intersection of the seasons, frost and thin ice die early, and can only do evil at night. The earth warmed up quickly, and the sunlight gathered its temperature as if it were a fire, enveloping them and swallowing them up quickly.

The frost on the surface of the lake melted rapidly, and all converged towards the low-lying place where Wang Shi and Xizi were lying.

The water mixed with blood began to rise, and the cold feeling began to envelop the entire body. Wang Shi liked this feeling, although it would make his cold illness worse, but he was much more awake and not drowned in a drowsy.

The lake is slowly rising, and it is very likely that this low-lying place will be filled, and it is not impossible to drown Wang Shi and the drama at that time. Now the two of them can't even keep up with ordinary people, and it's possible to die no matter what. Wang Shi obviously didn't notice this, he was just staring at the sky in a daze.

The spiritual power is recovering little by little, and soon you can stand up, re-grasp the demon knife, and soon you can completely kill the drama, soon, very soon. It only takes a single knife to kill the drama, very quickly, very quickly......

There was not a single cloud in the sky, just a slightly gray blue, unchanged. Looking at this sky, you absolutely do not know the concept of time. But now the concept of time is not so important, and time doesn't change much.

The water finally spread all around, over the ears, cheeks, and lips, and into the nasal cavity. The sun did not recede, and the frost continued to melt until nightfall.

A faint blood-colored water obscured the eyes, staining the sky with a different color. The water was undulating, folding the sky and everything seemed so fantastic.

Wang Shi seemed to be sinking indefinitely, gradually detached from this world, and he became a real spectator, watching everything happen.

This world has become nothing.

Ten years of life and death, and in the end, there is only one person left, but it is just a dream, like a bubble in the water.

Suddenly, Wang Shi sat up, coughed violently a few times, and coughed out most of the choked water before it was relieved. His gaze refocused, he looked to the side, propped himself up with his hands, and began to move slowly towards it.

The distance of thirty steps, as if it was thirty miles, three thousand miles, thirty thousand miles, was so laborious to walk that it was almost impossible to reach the end.

Wang Shi didn't know exactly how much time he had spent on this distance, but he finally walked there, walked to the demon sword, and paused for a long time before pulling it out of the frost layer.

Using the demon knife as a crutch, one step at a time, half a step at a time, three inches into a step, Wang Shi slowly moved back to the same place, much older than an old man.

The whole process, I don't know how long it took, finally got back to the same place.

Wang Shi took a few breaths, stood up straight, raised the demon knife in his hand, and aimed it at the play.

Now it only takes a knife to cut off the head of the play. Even if you just let the demon knife slip out of your hand, you can pierce the body of the play, and the blood will dry up at that time. No matter what, the drama is certain to die.

However, Wang Shi did not drop the demon knife in his hand for a long time, as if it was fixed in mid-air.

For some reason, the previous appearance of the play suddenly appeared in front of him, and he smiled and said: Are you really going to kill me?

If there is if, the drama is not a person from the Yin and Yang Gate, and he doesn't use such extreme means to persecute Wang Shi, then Wang Shi really won't kill the drama, but will become his best friend. Regardless of everything before, if Zhao Wenqi and Tang Tian hadn't died, then Wang Shi could still regard the drama as a friend.

What the drama said is not wrong at all, there may not be a second person in this world who can understand Wang Shi so well, and if he dies, the fun in this world will be reduced by at least half.

However, the drama must die!

The virtual image in front of Wang Shi's eyes began to dissipate, and only the black, white and red mask of the drama was left in his eyes.

There seemed to be a sigh in my heart, and the demon knife fell.

The actor suddenly opened his eyes at this time, stared at the black shadow falling from the demon knife, and suddenly turned around, but he was able to avoid the fatal blow, but half of his shoulder was almost cut off.

The hesitation in Wang Shi's heart quickly emptied, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and the only spiritual power he had quickly surged towards the demon knife, and he took a step forward and fell suddenly.

Burst!

The blood splattered and became a long scar that gradually dissipated on the icy water, completely staining the small puddle red.

A knife stabbed into the heart of the play, and it was crushed in an instant.

If it were normal, the drama could reshape the heart, and there would be no threat of death at all. However, by this time, he had already exhausted his strength, and it was absolutely impossible for him to live any longer.

Wang Shi's accumulated strength was exhausted, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and after struggling for a while, he still couldn't support the weight of his body after all, and bent and collapsed violently.

Suddenly sitting in the stagnant water, Wang Shi gasped and looked at the blood-stained drama next to him. Now he is not much better than the play, if he moves again, he will also die. The dense wounds and raging ice on his body were very deadly things.

The drama is now calm, and instead of struggling to sit up, he looks at the sky covered with a layer of gray and blood, just like Wang Shi before, as if he can find the true meaning of life from that unchanging sky.

"In the end, it's your life that is harder. When the actor said this, he finally stopped wearing his usual smile, and perhaps he had realized that he was close to death and became serious.

Wang Shi didn't answer, just watched the play, waiting for his death.

"Do you really want me to die?" the tone of the play seemed to have a sorrowful rain.

"You are a dramatist, you can be anyone, so whether you die or not actually has nothing to do with me. Wang Shi's voice was cold, like the water here.

If a person does not have a true identity and can become any human being, then if he dies, even if he misses it, which mask should he miss? Which mask is real? Since it is not real, how can he be nostalgic?

The drama can be anyone, but he has lost himself.

Hearing this, instead of being sad, a smile appeared on his face, and he glanced into the distance and said, "If I remember correctly, your knife should be there." ”

The rest, needless to say, both of them know it.

When he recovered his spiritual power, Wang Shi could immediately break the neck of the drama or break his heart, but Wang Shi had to take the demon knife, and he wanted to kill the drama with the demon knife, which was completely redundant. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the drama to continue to live for so long.

Because Wang Shi has always regarded the drama as his opponent, he wants to let him die under his own knife. Even the deaths of Zhao Wenqi and Tang Tian did not change this matter.

An opponent who has always agreed with him has gone far beyond ordinary friends.

Wang Shi was silent for a while, and said, "Your business, if I have time, I will try it." ”

The actor laughed and said, "My business is better to do it myself." Without me, you wouldn't have traveled very far along that path. And I wouldn't have gone far without you. ”

Wang Shi closed his eyes and said, "Close your eyes." ”

It's always a little sad to see a person die in front of you, and the shorter this sadness, the better.

The drama looked at the sadness on Wang Shi's face and said, "Actually, I don't want to die yet, I have a way to not die." ”

Wang Shi's brows furrowed slightly, opened his eyes, looked at the play, and suddenly stretched out his hand, ready to uncover the broken mask.

The drama said: "Perhaps, if you uncover this mask, you will regret killing me." ”

His fingers touched the tattered mask, and Wang Shi removed it.

Xizi smiled, raised his right hand, formed a strange magic seal, and said, "It's not that I don't want to die, it's that I can't die, so I have to live." ”

The mask had been half removed, and he could vaguely see half of the play's face, but Wang Shi's hand suddenly froze in mid-air, and he looked into the play's eyes, his brows furrowed tightly.

Originally, it was time to use the cards even if the play still had any hole cards, and there was absolutely no hope of turning the tables, but the play finally turned the tables!

In the sea of qi, on the starry sky, the long-dormant yin and yang pisces erupted!

(Yesterday I had a high fever and burned unconscious...... It's still a little burned today, so I can only change it, forgive me. ）