"Even if you hadn't shouted, I'd already be here."

Another crow suddenly appeared next to Xiao Qi, looking down side by side with it, shaking its tail with interest, very excited, and the white hairy eye circle on its right eye was very conspicuous.

Xiao Qi's heart sank, and he suddenly spread his wings and flew towards the light curtain in the sky, but in the next moment, it was already pinched in his left hand by the black-haired and black-robed youth.

"No wonder the main body must come over after the convergence of sequence two," the young man pinched the monocle under the curly hair with his free right hand, and several reflections crossed the crystal lens one after another, and his frowning brow gradually loosened, "It's really a strict guard, 'Zoya' even took into account the point of anti-clone." ”

Xiao Qi didn't even struggle anymore, it just looked at the clone quietly, without any mood fluctuations in its dark eyes.

"Tell me, if you're not Amon, who else could you be?"

The young man increased the force exerted on his hand, and the brim of his peaked soft hat cast a shadow on his face, and the shadows on his brow swayed gently because of the floating streams of light in the sky.

The crow coughed lightly, and his voice was full of laughter: "Guess? ”

The young man grabbed at the crow with his right hand, and a time worm flew out of it, writhing but unable to control itself, and was forced to fall into the young man's palm.

"It's rare for the ontology to be generous, and it's been released a lot of permissions."

The crow's lifeless shell was thrown into the distance, and the young man smiled and clenched his fists, and when he opened his palm again, the time worm had been absorbed and recovered, and all its memories merged into the young man's mind.

A few more streamers crossed the young man's monocle, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Little Five? Little Seven? It's kind of interesting. Anyway, Xiao Qi is Amon, you won't mind Amon being Xiao Qi, right? ”

After all, "you" no longer exists.

The figure of the black-haired youth twisted and shifted, and a black crow with white circles swooped down from the sky and pounced on the desperate witch who was hesitating.

——

"Nightingale" Panatia is quite annoyed, the disaster she planned in the East Side has been disrupted, although there are still some dead residents, and the poisonous haze of the docks and factories is constantly feeding back despair into her potion digestion progress, but this is much smaller than she expected!

Panatia should have taken this opportunity to flee to the docks and leave in the chaos, but she happened to run into this man, the extraordinary one who ruined her plans!

Panatia didn't feel much power in her, her spiritual intuition didn't give any premonition of danger, and even if Panatia wanted to kill an old man on the street, the light on his forehead flickered with a sense of horror, but there was no such threat in this woman.

This made Panatia suspect that the woman had just borrowed the power of someone else, and she was desperate to destroy this woman and torture her to vent her anger, and she could be sure that the light flowing in the sky was the good work of the young woman in front of her!

She wasn't meant to be so reckless, but there seemed to be something hidden in the woman, familiar and disgusting to Panatia, and her sanity was disturbed.

Esther wouldn't know that the only reason why she bumped into the woman head-on was because in her satchel there was a flip mirror covered with black silk and clinging to the remnants of evil spirits.

By chance, the victim and the killer were reunited in this way, without knowing each other.

After Panatia controlled Esther with silk threads, she didn't kill her in the first place, because the blood beads that dripped from the blood hole in Esther's palm, as they gathered more and more, Panatia felt uneasy for no reason.

She even found herself wandering for a moment, which was extremely unconscionable.

This vigilance grew, so she froze, and instead of directly killing the woman who had disrupted her plans, she raised her own vigilance, and more and more silk threads tightened around Esther's body, tightening in her throat.

"Have a problem with your blood? Still is...... Do you have a problem of your own? Panatia moved her heart to take the strange woman away, and she shook her hand, and a few drops of blood were coiled by invisible silk coils, fell into her palm, and swirled in the empty conical vial she put in her arms.

Panatia intended to use it as a medium for the curse, and even if Esther had the ability, it would be impossible for her to escape from her palm, and if it weren't for the fact that the frost condensation was stolen, Panatia wouldn't need to be so troublesome.

Esther raised her head and looked at the curtain of light that stretched out, it had begun to dissipate and fade, leaving only a few holes in the gray haze, allowing the East End to usher in the long-lost sunshine.

Maybe that's it, everything I can do has already been done.

I'm so tired, and it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with returning to that river like this......

Esther thought so, and the strength in her body grew weaker and weaker.

However, a dark shadow blocked the sunlight, and the black wings leaped into Esther's line of sight, causing her gradually dazed pupils to suddenly dilate.

It was a crow with its wings outstretched.

“…… Little Seven? ”

Why didn't it go!

Esther had a strong desire to survive for no reason, she retracted her palm slightly, and a faint light instantly appeared in her palm, spreading along the blood line that had dripped before.

There was a humming sound, and the blood dripping on the ground condensed on its own, merging into a Möbius ring that connected from end to end, and all the invisible silk threads bound to Esther's body began to recede backwards, retracting along the trajectory of the stretch.

At the same time, as the crow flew down, the warning signs in Panatia's heart were suddenly stretched to the limit.

Her form suddenly flickered, and a wooden staff was where she had stood, and it was constantly approaching in Esther's direction because of the glowing blood marks at Esther's feet, and it swung around her, every step that Panatia had taken when she had looked at Esther.

Panatia herself appeared a few meters away, and just as she wanted to continue to distance herself and escape completely, all her thoughts and thoughts were gone.

The scene around Esther collapsed strangely, as if someone had knocked over the paint bucket and instantly erased the mixed color patches, leaving a strange puncture point that made the narrow range of time regression instantly crack, but the invisible threads that entwined her were all gone.

Esther's left palm was still wrapped with a little black gas, centered on the bloody hole, and the cursed eroded blood vessels were scattered like black silk on her left hand, like tangled spider web tattoos.

Because of the wound and severe pain, she could only hold her left hand, which had long since fallen to the side, and Esther's right hand, although also covered with strangulation marks and bloody wounds, at least did not hinder the grasp of the theft.

The black crow with white eyes landed on top of Esther's head, grabbing her silver hair unceremoniously, and there was a smile in her hoarse voice: "You're so weak, what about the momentum that stirred fate just now?" Don't take it out until you die? ”

"It's too expensive, I'd like to ......"

Esther took a deep breath as she continued to stare vigilantly at the woman across from her, her eyes straight and her body motionless, and slowly stepped back.

The crow pecked at the top of her head, and the force was quite heavy: "Why don't you eat the fate of everyone here?" Haven't you just completed the process of 'resonance'? ”

"Then what I did before still has a meaning!"

Esther's right hand suddenly condensed into a frost spear, she grasped the barrel of the spear, twisted and took a step forward, and threw it fiercely at the woman opposite.

A hand emerged from the air, and with a flick of it, the ice gun fell to the ground, and with a crisp cracking sound, it weakly turned into two parts.

Immediately afterward, the young man gradually appeared, wearing a pointed wizard's hat on his head, a black classical robe of the same color, curly hair hanging down his forehead and eyes half-squinted by a smile of the same color.

The thin-cheeked young man, with a playful smile on his lips, raised his hand to straighten the monocle in his right eye.

Esther's right eyebrow suddenly throbbed violently, which made her uncontrollably close her right eye, and her left eye was fixed on the young man who had suddenly entered.

He's here to help the woman across the street? He—

The white-eyed crow standing above Esther's head suddenly whispered and reminded her, "Be careful, it's Amon." ”

Amon? The Angel of Time of the Amon Family!?

The young man on the opposite side tilted his head and looked at Esther with curious eyes, completely unconcerned about the witch beside him whose body was no longer under his control.

The young man's smile deepened, and his voice was clear and cheerful, as if there was always a little pleasure to enjoy: "Thief? Isn't that a coincidence? What are you trying to do when you kidnap my doppelganger? ”

Then he put one hand in front of him, held the elbow of the other hand, and put his finger to his lips: "Or are you some old acquaintance of mine?" ”

His smile was bright, but it made Esther feel a sense of horror that stood on end, and the feedback from the back of her mind kept transmitting to her extremely dangerous.

Gotta run, gotta run away!

Esther raised her foot and just took a step back, and with a grasp of the young man's hand, she had already stepped forward two meters, and the distance that was originally a few meters apart was instantly narrowed by a quarter.

How exactly did he do it? What did he steal!?

"Nothing," replied the young man with a smile, "just a little distance." ”

The young man opened his palms again and closed them, and Esther felt a lightness in her neck, and her "obsessive-compulsive bow tie" had appeared in the other party's hands.

She hadn't even had time to restrict "no stealing here" before the other party had already seen her intentions.

The young man couldn't help but feel funny, Esther's thoughts were almost all written on her face, it was hard to imagine that the back of "Zoya" was such an innocent and dull character, and I don't know what she was like when she "cheated" others, I'm afraid that only she was deceived by others, right?

The crow with white circles under his eyes, who was also smiling, suddenly looked up at the sky, and his black eyes revealed a chill.

The young man also looked at it, and Esther seized the gap, and as she quickly retreated, she also glanced in the direction of the young man's gaze.

Not far above the heads of several people, a figure wrapped in dark robes was standing quietly in the air, with a hood blocking all the faces of the visitors, and the shadows falling were like light veils, covering the hazy and delicate faces.

The mysterious figure that suddenly appeared was supposed to be a woman, her robe outlining the soft curves, and her face was faintly revealing a pair of dull eyes, dark as a deep ravine, and she was staring at it.

The figure of the young man opposite was erased by the invisible blackboard, and the smile on his face faded a lot, but he showed that he didn't care, even though his body was quickly disappearing into the air:

"It's boring."

The lady who had been robbed of her frost abilities by Esther still didn't move, but her eyes showed more fearful panic, and her body was quickly erased.

Esther heard the hoarse voice of a crow overhead:

"It's boring."

Then Esther's eyes flickered, and everything was changing at the speed of light, leaving her with only a dazed sense of vertigo.

The mysterious man with a dull face looked at the empty street below, and after only a second of silence, the figure disappeared again, as if it had never been seen here.

He had to rush to the next place.

(End of chapter)