Cynthia flipped up with one side hand, dodging the strings like a whip, and the table next to her was immediately split by the strings, and the sawdust scattered in all directions, but those eyes went straight to Kemira through the smoke: "Sure enough, it wasn't luck last time, have you seen through it?"

"Yes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Kemira said, but the strings in her hand kept flying, intertwining into a web of heaven and spreading towards Cynthia: "You can hide it from my eyes, but you can't hide it from my heart!"

The string net falls, and the demon bell rings again!

There was nothing left in the net! The fierce fight broke the mirror on the table, and the broken glass reflected Kemila's slightly clumsy body and haggard face, and he tilted his head and looked at the captive in his hand with pity: "Why, Perel refuses to let go of even a dead man in his old age?"

Although Cynthia has been captured, she is not half cowardly: "Because you betrayed us, betrayed Lord Perel, and took the defense map of our army to the enemy!"

Kemira shook his head, the quarrel under the tower that day was vivid, the pain of being deceived, the irreparable impatience was like a poisonous worm biting his heart: "No, I didn't betray anyone, Perel, the real betrayer." I'm just here to prevent more Nord people from dying in vain!"

Cynthia had always been a smoke-eyed and flattering person, but when she heard this, she immediately became extremely excited, and accused her with anger on her face: "You are talking nonsense! Lord Perel not only saved our lives, but also saved the lives of most of the Nord people! He rescued them from cruel tyranny and led them to freedom! Is this what you call betrayal?"

Kemira frowned: "No, is it the new world of equality that he once promised to bring to us?"

"Isn't it?" Cynthia's eyes flashed with a frenzy: "Put away your hypocrisy! If you refuse to give up anything, you will not be able to gain anything! As long as sacrifice can be exchanged for greater gain, what does it matter!? Not to mention who is the real innocent in this troubled world, we are all the same, from the moment we were born in this troubled world, the chain of hatred handed down from our ancestors has long locked us tightly, and there is no way to cut it except killing!"

Kemira shook her head bitterly: "No, Cynthia! No! There must be other ways! Good and evil coexist, and even if it must be cut off by violence, it is not carried out in the name of evil! That will only allow a new chain of hatred to take root! Perel is too shrewd, he seems to have seen everything in this land, and what he promises, what he says, and what he does is only to serve us pawns and achieve his ultimate goal. Just as he knew that you couldn't kill me, but still sent you to die. Cynthia, you're just a pawn in his hands. ”

"That's what you think!" Cynthia smiled, but there was a murderous aura in her eyes!

"Master Perel has 100% confidence in me!" As she spoke, Cynthia's right hand suddenly raised!

Kemira hurriedly strengthened her hand and waved her left hand at the same time, and the strings intertwined to strangle Cynthia's counterattack before she could make a move.

But it's already slow!

Cynthia's right hand didn't swing any lethal weapon, she didn't use any lethal moves, she just quickly wiped it in her face.

But this is more deadly than any weapons and martial arts!

"Because you're wrong, I can hide it from you!"

The face of Cynthia, whose face was like a peach blossom and her eyes were full of autumn waves, had disappeared, and was replaced by a simple and simple face, like a begonia in full bloom, which instantly turned into a plain white pear blossom.

"Tifa!" Chemira exclaimed, her fingers letting go.

You can't be wrong, such eyebrows, such a smile, and this tear mole at the corner of the eye.

You're back!

How many times haunted by dreams, how many midnight dreams, how many hallucinations that are both real and illusory, Kemira only hopes to caress that smooth face again.

And now, the dream man who had long been separated by yin and yang appeared in front of him again, even if he knew that this was only Cynthia's best disguise technique, but there was no way to kill the killer.

As long as he can let him look at her again, even if he wants to exchange his life, he has no regrets.

He walked slowly forward, and stretched out his hands in a trance, wanting to embrace the virtual lover.

Tifa naturally stepped forward and hugged him tightly, but in front of him - it was Cynthia!

The dagger came out of its sleeve, and the cold light easily pierced Kemira's heart.

But this man didn't seem to feel any pain, he let the sword pierce his heart, stepped forward and hugged her tightly, as if she was all he relied on.

"Tifa, don't leave me again. We.... Together forever..... The gray hair was scattered, and the depressed man coughed up blood in a big gulp, but the strength of his hand did not wane.

Warm blood splattered on Cynthia's chest, she had assassinated countless people before, mercy was worthless to her, but tonight, for the first time, she felt an indescribable emptiness and sadness in her heart.

Because her instincts told her that this man was not the one to be killed.

"I'm not Tifa! I'm Cynthia!" she whispered.

"Ahem... I know.... Cynthia!cough。。。。。 Kemira snuggled her head gently over her shoulder, "Thank you, Cynthia." ”

"In fact, there is no military defense map at all, ahem... However, I did bring some 。。。。。 for them A few... Information. Kemira's breathing became more and more rapid: "Someday, you'll understand, Cynthia." ”

Cynthia stared blankly at the man in her arms, unable to speak.

"Tifa, yes... We're leaving.... The man, who had spent his life wandering in search of truth and justice, finally grew tired, and he smiled heartily at the illusory image.

Yes, everything is empty, and you are enough in this life.

The troubadour shrunk slightly, and fell into a deep sleep in Cynthia's arms.

But Kemira's raised right hand had instantly clasped Cynthia's throat as she reappeared. And now, the dream man who had long been separated by yin and yang appeared in front of him again, even if he knew that this was only Cynthia's best disguise technique, but there was no way to kill the killer.

As long as he can let him look at her again, even if he wants to exchange his life, he has no regrets.

He walked slowly forward, and stretched out his hands in a trance, wanting to embrace the virtual lover.

Tifa naturally stepped forward and hugged him tightly, but in front of him - it was Cynthia!

The dagger came out of its sleeve, and the cold light easily pierced Kemira's heart.

But this man didn't seem to feel any pain, he let the sword pierce his heart, stepped forward and hugged her tightly, as if she was all he relied on.

"Tifa, don't leave me again. We.... Together forever..... The gray hair was scattered, and the depressed man coughed up blood in a big gulp, but the strength of his hand did not wane.

Warm blood splattered on Cynthia's chest, she had assassinated countless people before, mercy was worthless to her, but tonight, for the first time, she felt an indescribable emptiness and sadness in her heart.

Because her instincts told her that this man was not the one to be killed.

"I'm not Tifa! I'm Cynthia!" she whispered.

"Ahem... I know.... Cynthia!cough。。。。。 Kemira snuggled her head gently