Luo Yi seemed to be watching a first-person movie, he was like a strange soul suddenly added to his body, and he couldn't control his body, he could only be forced to watch things develop. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, Luo Yi was furious.

An incomparably huge remorse almost swallowed Luo Yi, making him close his eyes, but the breath was terrifying.

Luo You stood on Luo Yi's shoulder, his eyes flickering, but his little hands were uneasily entangled.

Luo Yi stretched out his hand and stroked the book in front of him.

On the pale gold cover is a smiling face, familiar and unfamiliar. Luo Yi felt that this should be his own face, but there were many differences.

He gradually felt his presence, and then took control of his power, his power. But haven't all of this been exchanged for a price?

As the price for allowing the original body to live, it was his everything.

The memories are majestic, they are logs left behind by countless experiments in the void, and necessary research theories and so on. Luo Yi felt dizzy just by looking at it, this was the result of the huge knowledge beyond the ability of the spirit to endure.

Luo Yi just glanced at it, and didn't care about it, because it wasn't interesting, and he didn't want to care.

In addition to these, there are a few things about the original body.

Even now, the main reason why Luo Yi still calls her the original body is because he can't remember the name of the original body, maybe the original body didn't have a name from the beginning, because neither the invincible Ye Ling Evil in his memory nor Luo Yi, who is even more dazed and angry and frightened after living his own memories now, don't know the name of the original body.

I forgot, or maybe it's for some other reason.

But Luo Yi knew that he would definitely find her, no matter how long time passed, he would definitely find her, and then, say sorry.

What else could he do?

......

Tick tock, tick tock!

The sound of raindrops falling on the ground seems to be directly smashed into my heart, and this rain comes suddenly, but it seems to keep falling.

Lying on the bed, I could already feel the suffocation of the water flowing over my body, but it was only an illusion.

This is the highest level of the sacred mountain, and if the flood can flood here, I am afraid that the world will be submerged by the sea.

But he felt the cold liquid running over his body, struggled to sit up from the bed, and then he saw droplets of water falling from the ceiling, which happened to be dripping on his stomach.

"Is it rain?" he breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt fear.

Intense pain came from his stomach, and he watched as his expensive clothes were scarred by the 'rain', and the clothes continued to 'burn'.

And under his clothes, a large hole had appeared in his stomach, and his body seemed to forget the pain, and only after he saw the terrible situation on his stomach did he remember to wail.

Actually, it doesn't hurt at all. Isn't it?

Ethereal voices seemed to come from every direction, but finally concentrated in the back.

He turned back, only to see a smiling mask, and then this was the last thing he saw, and then closed his eyes unwillingly, perhaps in relief.

"The seventh!"

The ethereal voice carried great pity, and a black shadow appeared, and he stood in front of the window, covering his eyes with his right hand, as if he did not dare to see the tragic situation in front of him.

Then, in a cold tone, he uttered the prayer that was engraved in the depths of his soul: "God bless you, and may you rest in peace." ”

On the bed, there lay a fat fat man, with a hideous wound on his shiny belly, and blood on his fingers.

He disembowels himself.

The black shadow seemed to be overbearing, and he waited for a long time covering his eyes, and then he let go of the hand covering his eyes.

A miserable white ghost appeared before his eyes, staring resentfully at the smiling mask and cursing in despair.

The black figure laughed, as if something unusually happy had happened, and with a wave of his hand, the already desperate soul began to shrink and solidify into a rusty dagger.

Complicating a glance at the rusty dagger, the black figure easily pinched it into pale silver powder, and the ears seemed to be able to hear desperate roars and faint sobs, and the expression on the black figure's mask began to change, from a smiling face to a crying face.

"And three!" laughed as if crying, and the black figure glanced behind him as if cheering.

......

His fingertips ran across the cold mirror, but he saw his own face that was already dead.

The pale face was stiff muscles, and the smiling face that was forced to be seen at a glance was still able to make him cheer.

So, why laugh?

A punch shattered the unsightly mirror in front of him, not wanting to let himself see the tears in the corners of his eyes from inside, and not wanting to let himself know that he had actually fallen.

"The last one!"

There was a familiar voice in my ears, the cold voice was the most terrifying declaration of death, but in fact, only those who understood knew that the owner of this voice was actually the most gentle death.

"You're here. ”

"Well, I'm coming. Can you tell me your decision?" the black figure leaned against the side of the bed, several cracks appeared in the mask on his face, one of the eyes was empty, and the other was shining with a scarlet light.

The mask was lined with rough lines, making everyone standing in front of him feel as if they were being watched from all sides.

"Can you give me two more days?"

"Tell me your choice, you or him, one must be sacrificed. The black figure seemed to be the most righteous judge, and spoke cold words.

Perhaps, also a judgment.

"Tomorrow, wait until tomorrow. ”

"That's enough!" the cold voice of the black figure easily interrupted her last strength, "Tell me, is it you or him?"

She froze and hung her noble head. Before her death, she was the princess of a country, but after her death, she was a spasm of others.

Obviously, when you are alive, you are not so afraid of death, but why are you so afraid of eternal sleep after you die?

Perhaps, it's because once you die again, then you are really dead.

Death, an incomparably terrifying word for the living, no matter what status, how powerful, and how rich it is when it is alive, but it is so powerless in the face of death.

"I choose...... I. She said this calmly, and even she herself may not have thought that when she really made her choice, it would be so calm.

It's just that she didn't know that her face was already full of tears.

"Your choice?" the black figure let out a horrific laugh, repeating its question.

"Please, let him go, as long as he is spared, I am willing to be a sacrifice this time......" The choked cry finally couldn't stand it anymore, she knelt on the ground, and said her expectations to the most merciful of deaths.

But he didn't see that moment of distraction in the scarlet eyes of the Grim Reaper......