"Die!" Su Han's eyes widened, and he burst into a loud cry and pressed down the slaughter. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Poof"

Blood splattered, and her crimson, hideous skull rolled aside, her eyes filled with incredulity. Su Han pulled out the right wing she had stabbed into her abdomen, picked up the slaughter, and turned around to leave. However, he didn't notice that the blood that had been emitted by Cyra had turned into blood-red threads, connecting her head to her body.

"Be careful!" Dispersing the formation, Raphael helped Qiu Yue and Xia Yang, who were unconscious due to overfatigue, to lie down, Raphael, who had just stood up, looked at Su Han with a smile, ready to say something. But her face suddenly changed and she shouted.

Before Su Han could doubt, he had already felt the coolness in his chest. Looking down at the black wings piercing out of his chest with some difficulty, Su Han said hard to Raphael: "Run, quick...... Run. ”

Cyra withdrew back to the right flank and looked at Su Han coldly. Su Han's knees weakened, and he knelt down, his head hanging weakly. The slaughter came out of his hand and plunged deep into the ground, instantly submerging half of the sword's body.

Cyra twisted the neck she had just picked, her face was hideous, she grabbed the slaughter on the ground and slashed at Su Han's neck horizontally. Unexpectedly, her sanity had disappeared, but she still held such a grudge that she wanted to end Su Han in the same way. It's just that Su Han is not Cyra, he doesn't have the ability to be like Sun Wukong, cut off a head, and another one will pop up, if he dies, he is really dead!

"No"

Raphael witnessed these tragic situations again and again, but again and again he was powerless to change, and could only cry out palely. But this time, her crying actually worked. Su Han suddenly disappeared from the spot, and Cyra slashed with a sword, only to find that the target was gone, and not only that, but even the slaughter in his own hands disappeared. Cyra burst into a thunderous rage and let out a low roar.

"How many more people do you want to kill!" a flat voice came, and Cyra and Raphael were stunned for a moment as they looked in the direction of the palace entrance. There, two figures, one high and one low, slowly walked over.

"Brother. Phil quickly ran to Lucifer's seven men and helped Ogham to his feet. "Abraham, what's wrong with my brother?" Phil looked up at Abraham with an anxious look on his face.

Abraham touched her head and said helplessly, "If you care, it's messy! He's just overused his strength, it's fine." Phil blushed and slapped his hand away, grimacing, and poured his strength into it.

Raphael looked at the man in front of him who was walking slowly, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. It turns out that he is Abraham, why do I feel like there is no such person next to me, so strong. "May I ask you, senior, was Su Han rescued by you?" Raphael said with a sudden bow.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be. Su Han is fine, please rest assured. Abraham bowed in the same way. Raphael looked up, only to find something horrified. Abraham had just walked to the place where Su Han was standing before, only a few meters away from Cyra, and when the two of them were polite, Sila had already made a move.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Cyra's right fist hit Abraham, but Abraham was still bowing, as if it had no effect. And in the next second, Cyra actually passed through his body!

Raphael couldn't help but be stunned, but Abraham glanced at Cyra next to him faintly, and with a wave of his right hand, Raphael appeared from nearly a hundred meters away.

"Don't you remember me?" Abraham clasped his hands behind his back and fixed his eyes on Cyra, but Cyra ignored it and continued to punch him, although the result was still the same. Suddenly, Abraham smiled self-deprecatingly and looked at Cyra coldly: "Also, I was just a reserve member of the jury at that time, how can you remember me!"

When Cyra heard the three words of the judge, she immediately went violent, and the whole person frantically pounced on Abraham, trying to tear it apart, but to no avail.

"Angry, angry, didn't you do everything alone, what right do you have to be angry, what right do you have!" Abraham suddenly became angry, he changed his just gentle and plain image, and suddenly burst out with a bruised face, and his eyes were full of hatred.

Cyra ignored it, just pounding back and forth frantically, even though all she could hit was the wreckage on the ground, but she didn't care, just attacked, as if she was, as if she was running away from something. At this time, Cyra had long lost her mind, and all her movements were carried out under the control of her subconscious.

"Answer me, answer me, don't you dare answer? Or do you not remember! Since you dare not answer, let me speak!" Abraham roared hysterically, but he slowly calmed down, and said word by word, and as he spoke, he always looked at Cyra, his calm gaze, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"It's you, kill Black Butterfly!" Abraham said softly, but those six words hit Cyra's mind like a bombshell. She was stunned for a moment, and then almost turned into an afterimage and shuttled back and forth around Abraham, and a huge crater slowly took shape.

Abraham obviously expected her reaction, and there was no surprise, just a flash of figure, appeared on the edge of the palace, and looked down the cliff, "Remember the place below, the place that gave birth to you, raised you, and killed you!". Cyra appeared on the edge almost instantly, but the speed of her attack slowly slowed down, and the red on her body was not so dazzling.

"Do you like butterflies because you like black butterflies? No, no, it's because you want to redeem yourself, because you don't want to remember that time. Abraham's breath became short, as if he had returned to the scene at that time: "On that day, as a reserve member of the jury, I was allowed to watch the actual battle outside the room, but that day, it was not a real battle, it was a massacre!"

Abraham trembled, and even his speech became incoherent: "You killed it, you killed it, you killed it all." That day, you suddenly became a 'killing', you killed your parents, then the four members of the inquisition, and finally you put your claws into the heart of Big Black Butterfly. Big Brother Black Butterfly put his hand on your face and said softly: "I don't want to kill you, I want to save you, because you and I are the same kind! In this cruel world, live cruelly!"

At some point, Cyra stopped, she had changed back into the image of the little girl, and her tattered clothes had long since been torn apart when they turned into "killing". The black wings covered her proud delicate body, like a silkworm chrysalis, rejecting people for thousands of miles, living in her own world.

Abraham reached out and slapped her in the face. The bright red palm print instantly emerged from her miserable white face, which was very eye-catching. Cyra touched her face blankly, but did not fight back, but looked at the palace in a daze, as if she was looking for something.

"I don't know if it's because no one has cared for you for so long, and suddenly someone is good to you, and you killed him, or because you are the same kind as him, you have a different kind of feelings, I don't know, I don't want to know! I only know that after that, you were crazy about killing all over the place, and after I suddenly awakened my ability to escape, I thought you were influenced by Big Brother Black Butterfly, but I didn't expect that you were just to accumulate strength, just to use the fallen sky, just to destroy that place!"