The blood-stained blade fell at her feet.

Is it over?

It's all over, right......

The girl's bare foot took a step back, and faintly blackened blood ran down her calf, slid down her ankle, dripping.

A pale pink dress is a little wrinkled, and slightly wet, a black hair is messy, the right foot is half wearing a pink sandal, but the left foot is standing on the ground bare, but the delicate face is dirty, and the whole person looks very embarrassed!

The bloody hand on her chest covered her chest painfully, the hot blood on it leached red, and the bangs on her forehead and the feet of her dress were stained with uncoagulated blood.

She stared blankly at the unknown place in front of her, and the surroundings were almost black, only the blood-colored magic circle under her feet continued to absorb blood, and then flashed a dazzling light, and a red light filled the air.

There are still dots of light and dust floating in front of you, black and white intersecting, gold and purple dotted in it, it seems to be full of stars, so spectacular!

But she just stood and looked ahead, but her eyes were not focused.

The muscles of a small face stained with dust and blood were stiff, and the smile was far-fetched to the point of etherealness, as light as ripples in the water, and as real as the shadow of the moon in the water.

Only a pair of eyes are clear and watery, dark and faintly translucent, but they can't see through the abruptness, it seems that as long as someone sweeps her eyes slightly, there will be a few traces of sadness and sympathy in her heart.

She is like that, it seems that the whole person has nothing, exhausting all the flashiness and exhausting all her life's strength, but in the end it is still nothing!

Her whole body swayed, and a large tear slipped down and ran hot across her cheeks, as if washing her unbearable, and as if sympathizing with her plight.

The circle under her feet closed a little, and the color receded a little, and finally disappeared under her feet.

Leaving only a red mark of a six-pointed star, lifelessly carved into the black stone, it was placed in a blood-red wooden box, and was placed on a raised stone platform in the secret room, lifeless.

She closed her eyes painfully, only to feel physically and mentally exhausted, her whole body seemed to be out of control, as if her soul had been withdrawn, and it was no longer her own.

Her legs went limp, and she fell backwards.

Finally, it fell into his arms.

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On the other side, a corner of the universe is also a bloody light.

The buildings behind him were crumbling, and black withered vines meandered all over the walls, strangling almost all living beings, and the whole land exuded the smell of death.

She knelt in front of the sewer, her eyes were full of mist, and the yin was strong to death, but at this time she couldn't stop the crystal dripping.

The black shield-like totem above his head, with some complex circles intertwined patterns, was outlined with a circle of white light at this moment, glowing with the irresistible majesty of fate, constantly flipping and flickering.

"In the name of Minova, I will dispel the darkness and return to time!" Her tone was firm but difficult to hide her sadness, and the pink ball in her hand slammed into the sewer cover in front of her, "Completely sealed!" ”

The silver-white circle of the six-pointed star flashed on the sewer cover, but it was only for a moment, and then there was nothing.

The totem above the head also suddenly dissipated in midair.

Everything is without a trace!

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Three days later she woke up, in his arms.

The early morning light shone through the gauze in front of her eyes, dimly shining in, into her eyes, still dazzling.

The brain is blank, and the heart is barren.

"Don't be afraid." She couldn't see it, but she could feel the man's concern, and she could imagine that his eyes were doting and distressed, and the warmth on his body was difficult to melt the ice and snow in her heart.

The smell of lemon, familiar and unfamiliar, penetrated her nose.

Suddenly she burst into tears.

He tightened his hand around her uneasily, his warm fingertips held her cold palm, his eyes were complicated but could not hide his distress, and his voice comforted gently: "Don't be afraid, I'm ......"

She bit his hand fiercely, all the regret and hatred for fate in her heart condensed into strength, tears gushed out uncontrollably, whimpering lowly, she curled up in his arms and trembled.

He let her bite, let her cry, and doted on her.

The eyebrows are sad, the eyes are complex, and the voice is gentle:

"Don't be afraid...... It's all over, it's all over......"

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Shouldn't it be like this?

The world is reincarnated, and fate is impermanent.

No one will be a permanently humble subordinate, and no one should be a king who will always be honored.

When everything is in front of fate, it is just a group of ants, ridiculous creatures like grass and suga, and sacrificial sacrifices like dogs.

And the three, six, nine, etc., in the eyes of fate, is just a game of playing and fighting, which cannot be seen and ignored.

The rules of the game are only one sentence:

Only destined to be replaced by the powerful, nothing is innate.

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And history is always strikingly similar.

The light and darkness of war, the righteousness and evil of people's hearts, who is right and who is wrong, who wins and who loses, the process is no longer important, and the outcome is the answer that future generations will see.