Xie Zhi walked up to Xiao Zhimiao with little Secia's body in his arms, he looked at her eyes with hatred, opened his mouth to say something, and finally swallowed what he wanted to say.

He just didn't think she was in the right state.

Xu Zhilan snorted at him, "You can be a good person, and a monster old witch is also worthy of your mercy?"

Xie Zhi looked at Xiao Zhimiao for a moment: "I'm not pitiing her."

I just don't want Xiao Zhimiao's emotions to get out of control and be swallowed up by hatred.

Xiao Zhimiao took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, calmed down his emotions, hugged little Sesia from his arms, and walked towards the teleportation array.

After taking two steps, she looked back at little Cessia.

She stood still, and the two looked at each other for a moment, and there was something in their eyes that didn't need to be said, and little Secia's fingers moved slightly, and the thorns flew towards her, piercing her shoulder blades.

Xiao Zhimiao summoned Xu Zhilan's thousand threads and slammed them at her.

The players looked at the two people who had been so good and suddenly changed their faces, and they were all stunned for a while.

Xu Zhilan looked at Xiao Zhimiao's body full of wounds scratched by thorns, and wanted to step forward to help her, but was held back by her consciousness.

This time, it was Xiao Zhimiao's consciousness that controlled him, not Little Secia's.

Xie Zhi also took a step forward, Xiao Zhimiao glanced at him coldly, he was stunned, understood something, and took two steps back.

The other players who wanted to come forward to help were also blocked by the thorns of Little Sessia.

In this way, the two of them fought all the way into the teleportation array.

At this time, the Great Golden Tree was still strong and did not fall, and the hunter Pan Sen was already waiting here at the Golden Tree, and he heard the movement and drew the bow in his hand.

Little Secia wrapped her thorns around Xiao Zhimiao, pulled her towards herself, hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "Pan Sen must die."

With that, push her away.

Pan Sen pointed his bow full of arrows at her, his hands clenched and clenched.

Xiao Zhimiao glanced at him and put the body of little Secia in his arms on the ground.

Little Secia walked over to her body and crouched down, lifted the clothes that covered her, and looked at the face, she said, "I always thought that being killed by Panson was my final return, and only his arrows could kill me."

She looked up at Xiao Zhimiao and showed a smile: "But seeing that you seem to be doing well now, it doesn't seem to be so difficult."

Xiao Zhimiao held back the sourness in her heart, and pulled out a smile at Little Sessia: "Well, I'm doing well now."

Little Secia put his hand on his body, and a hint of self-deprecation crossed his eyes: "Sure enough, it's better to lie to yourself to make yourself believe."

After saying that, she fell, and her soul left Xia Dou's body and returned to her own body.

Little Secia opened her eyes and got up from the grass, without the golden sapling, her wounds could not be healed, and the heavy rain had stopped at some point, and she walked towards Pan Sen step by step, staining the ground red with wet mud.

Pan Sen finally let go of his hand, and the arrow flew towards little Secia, and in the next second, a white light flashed, and a figure blocked in front of her, even if he also used a defensive shield and weapon to block it, his entire body was still smashed by the arrow, and a large hole was broken in his chest, and blood splattered on little Secia's face.

"Little girl.... Witch, right..... Right.... from."

Zhou Ning lay on the ground and looked at her, and wanted to say something to her, but the blood kept choking out of his throat.

He remembered that when he first entered this copy and saw this little girl, she looked at him with a pleading gaze, "My flesh hasn't grown yet, can you wait?"

In front of him is a flesh-and-blood, living person, how can he be a game, how can this be a game?

Oh, this world, what a crazy world.

Crazy, everybody's crazy, he's crazy.

Xiao Zhimiao was stunned for a moment when she looked at the scene in front of her, and when she reacted, she wanted to

By the time he was treated, he had already choked his breath.

The last Golden Fruit fell from the Golden Tree, which had not yet burned out.

Little Secia looked down at him for a moment, and walked past him to meet her moment of death.

For the sake of her future self, she can do anything, but she just dies once.

Pan Sen pulled the bow again, and Xiao Zhimiao slowly pulled the bow and aimed it at him.

In a few breaths, their bows and arrows were fired at the same time.

The moment Pan Sen felt Xiao Zhimiao's arrow flying towards him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

He's kind of a good student.

It's not bad to have a successor.

Pan Sen was shot through the heart by Xiao Zhimiao's arrow and fell, while little Secia was still standing in place, his arrow missed, grazing the edge of her cheek.

He didn't kill little Cessia, even though he knew he was going to die.

Xiao Zhimiao and Little Secia showed the same silent looks.

Why bother with this last mercy? She's going to die anyway.

Watching Pan Sen take his bow and lift it with difficulty, Xiao Zhimiao understood something.

He didn't kill little Cessia, he wanted her to do it herself.

Little Secia looked back at Xiao Zhimiao, "Use his bow to kill me, the same."

The same can accomplish our task.

Xiao Zhimiao understood, and after a moment of silence, she walked up to Pan Sen with little Secia.

His hand slapped weakly on the bow, "Take... Go..."

Xiao Zhimiao squatted down, picked up his bow, and watched his hands still groping, his lips muttering to say something.

Xiao Zhimiao, who was about to stand up, paused, and leaned closer to him with her ears.

"Rose ......"

Xiao Zhimiao: "What?"

"Rose... Rose..."

Pan Sen resisted the Grim Reaper, who was about to pull him into the abyss, and insisted on telling Cessia his last obsession.

Xiao Zhimiao was puzzled: "What rose?"

Little Secia spoke up, "He wants to forgive, he wants peace before he dies."

Sessia's mother had helped him, but he had killed her, trapping her in the Golden Tree for so many years, doing the same thing as the villagers.

He is a witch hunter, but he guards the little witch in an extreme way.

Even if she was killed in the end, she didn't shoot that last arrow.

He wanted to ask her for a rose, a flower born from her crimson magic, crimson magic was inherited from her mother, because her mother practiced holy magic and dark magic at the same time, but her inherited crimson magic was negligible, and it was suppressed by her divine blood pressure, but because she was tortured day and night, the crimson magic was tempered from her flesh and soul.

The rose is her favorite, a symbol that she can protect herself.

Panson wants to remove his guilt, wants to atone for his sins, and asks her for a rose.

But she won't forgive.

Little Secia looked at the bow in Xiao Zhimiao's hand, and she felt her thoughts.

"Think of it as a deal."

Little Cessia said to Pan Sen, "You taught me archery, I took your bow, and there is only a deal between us."

With that, little Secia's hand was a little weaker above Panson, and a rose bloomed on his blood-stained chest.

Panson smelled the roses, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face, and his hand slipped from his chest, and finally swallowed.

"Come on."

Secia's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and she smiled helplessly at Xiao Zhimiao: "It seems that you still have to do it yourself."

Xiao Zhimiao took the bow and flicked it, the bow turned into a sharp blade that emitted black gas, she walked up to Secia, grabbed her with one hand, and stabbed the blade into her chest with the other.

Little Cessia's body was so weak that she was choked as blood rushed up her throat

He kept coughing up blood from his mouth.

Xiao Zhimiao looked at her appearance, her breathing gradually became a little heavy, she held the blade in her hand tightly, and a crack appeared in her numb expression.

She thought, why isn't she crazy and be a real evil god.

What is she holding onto, what is she holding on......

"I know ......"

Little Cessia lay on the ground and watched her, her whole being shrouded in a bright firelight, as if she were standing in the real sun.

Hearing little Secia call her, Xiao Zhimiao's eyes gradually became clear.

Yes, it's because the strength is not enough, not enough to drag out the people who control the back, and not enough to fight against those gods.

She crouched down and half-hugged little Cessia in her arms.

Little Secia coughed twice and coughed up the blood in his throat: "Really, why don't you prick my heart, my body is too hard to die."

After speaking, she laughed, raised her hand and slapped Xiao Zhimiao's face weakly: "Lied to you, died, I still have something to say to you......

"His bow is actually god-level, but it can only be god-level in your hands, because it is a bow made of my bones, and it has my mother's curse mark on it, ahem.......

Saying this, she pulled the corners of her mouth, and looked at Xiao Zhimiao with a gentle look in her eyes: "Xiaozhi, do you want to see your mother?"

After that, she lowered her eyes again: "Forget it, you don't have a memory of your mother......

Xiao Zhimiao touched her face and smiled with difficulty: "I want to see it."

Little Secia: "Okay, I'll give you all my happiest memories, you have to keep them well, don't lose them, and as for the other memories, just do as you please.......

Xiao Zhimiao put her forehead against little Secia's head, closed her eyes, and a hot tear fell on little Secia's forehead, slashed down to the corner of her eye, and fell with her tears.

A gentle light lit up between their foreheads, and a broken picture flashed in front of Xiao Zhimiao's eyes.

"Cecia, come here, Mommy made you a new dress."

The woman called softly to a child of three or four years old.

"Mom, I'm still learning to draw new spells, and when I learn new spells, they won't dare to bully us."

"Cessia, I said you can't use these spells against ordinary people."

"They are not ordinary people, they are worse than the wolves in the wilderness, they smashed their mother's potions shop, they stole all the potions, and they still speak ill of their mother."