The [puppet] was manipulated by Margaret and wanted to stretch out her hand to strangle Ye Sheng. But when his fingers were about to touch Ye Sheng's neck, his expression was extremely hideous and painful, and the [puppet] used all his strength to fight against his soul, and roared from his throat: "Ye Sheng! Tear that card, quick! Tear up that card! ”

Tear up that King of Spades! He will be able to break away from the [inheritance] and gain sobriety!

The eyes of the [puppet] were full of anger and hatred, and he said, "Ye Sheng! Fast! Tear up that card! ”

Ye Sheng's back was leaning against the inside of the moss-covered ancient city wall, his eyes fluttered to the gun on the ground, and he really listened to the puppet and took out the playing card. The King of Spades.

The first of the fifty-two chapters of playing cards.

The puppet used the last of his sanity to roar at him: "Tear that card!" ”

Not far away, Margaret narrowed her eyes.

Ye Sheng played the playing card in the palm of his hand, and asked in a slightly mocking tone, "Do you really want me to tear it?" ”

The [puppet] feared and hated Margaret more than anything else, and his eyes were about to split: "Tear it up!" ”

Ye Sheng bowed his head, and he did not hesitate to tear the playing cards in his hand into two pieces.

The puppet let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that he had been rescued.

Unexpectedly, there was a low laugh from Margaret's ears.

It's like you're winning.

Margaret smiled, her voice sweet and vicious: "Ye Sheng, it's not a good thing to be nosy. ”

Ye Sheng straightened up from the shadows, he was indeed in a bad state in the [Ghost Dead Sea]. But in his previous life, the ghost door was closed again and again, and for him, as long as he didn't die, any state was normal.

He had long been accustomed to pain, how could it be, he couldn't even hold a gun steadily.

Ye Sheng replied to Margaret and said, "Margaret, I asked you for that sentence just now. ”

- Do you really want me to tear it?

Margaret's face changed.

The puppet's face changed.

His face began to turn blue, his skin became swollen and rotten, a steady stream of wet water seeped out of his hair, and his body became bloated after being soaked in water, like a drowning man.

Drown. [Puppet] stared at Ye Sheng, he finally reacted, Ye Sheng didn't tear the King of spades.

He tore one, Drowned, K of Hearts.

But why? Why! When did he give Ye Sheng a red heart K! Also, isn't the ability of the K of Hearts to tear cards to the death! Why is he the one who died!

Ye Sheng said: "Your teacher knows you very well. ”

Looking at the [puppet's] dead eyes, the last thing he said to [the puppet] was, "However, she doesn't understand me." ”

【Category section:Story King】

[Ghost Name: Substitute for the Dead]

[Goblin Level:? Grade】

[Overview: Good Samaritan, die for me.]

Post Scriptum: Good master, die for me. 】

Ye Shengping pulled the corners of his mouth. If he could really turn the filament of life into a bullet, he would have tried it with his birthmark a long time ago.

After the puppet died, the real King of Spades fell out of his body.

Ye Sheng bent over, picked up the gun, and also picked up the king of spades.

The golden iris mark on the center of the [puppet] is still there, and Margaret is still his manipulator.

As the puppet says, the line of involvement between the puppet and the puppeteer is mutual-

Now, the bullets made from the life and soul of the [puppet] are for Margaret a weapon that destroys her at the root.

Ye Sheng picked up the last card and put it in the magazine.

Chapter 364: The Ghost of the Dead Sea (38)

"Ye Sheng......"

When Guan Qianqiu saw this scene, his face turned pale, and he softly called out Ye Sheng's name.

Every time she sees Ye Sheng, she will subvert her last impression of Ye Sheng. What remains unchanged is that she never knows where Ye Sheng's limit is, and then she is shocked by him again and again.

The King of Spades is disintegrated and melted by the magazine, turning it into an A-class bullet.

Ye Sheng loaded the gun. Behind him is the underground ancient city wall of the [Ghost Dead Sea]. The blue moss emitted a dim light, and it also fell on his unbelievable face. Ye Sheng raised his arm and didn't say a word of nonsense.

The gun was aimed at Margaret and the trigger was pressed directly.

Bang! This is the third Grade A bullet he has fired in the [Phantom Dead Sea].

The identity of the puppeteer and the puppet is reversed, and the line that binds the puppet's body now directly eats the manipulator.

Ye Sheng and Margaret looked at each other.

The blood network in his apricot eyes is vertical and horizontal, like an impenetrable net of heaven and earth, and he will suffocate and fall at just one glance.

Hunting in a young man's white shirt.

Margaret looked at him. That memory, which was like seeing flowers in the fog, with the arrival of this bullet, seemed to see the sun through the clouds. The Gun of Certainty was originally the ultimate weapon of the Land of Origin, and had the power to destroy everything. She was too impressed with that person in her last life, so now two Class-A bullets are enough to shake her memory loss caused by the Great Purge.

The golden mark of the fleur-de-lis also flashed on her forehead.

Margaret looked at this bullet expressionlessly, it stands to reason that she should be angry and frightened - the angry and damned Ye Sheng actually dared to calculate himself. Fear of this bullet can really make her soul fly.

But as the memory emerged, Margaret's brain went blank, her blood coagulated, and she stood in place, just motionless, looking at Ye Sheng.

Her folding fan was ruined, and her badge was used. The severed head scar on his neck spilled and bleed, turning into an ugly red necklace.

Her brown hair was messy and embarrassed.

Margaret received so many attacks one after another, and her body was already at the end of her strong crossbow. What's more, this is the King of Spades, which is made up of the life and soul of the [puppet]. For her, it must be a one-shot death.

But she stood at the end of the chaotic ruins, her body suddenly stumbling, blood spilling from the corners of her lips. Margaret laughed at once. Her blue eyes were filled with hatred, resentment, or trance, and a blood-colored mist arose.

Mist covers the eyes. The world is blurred.

It seemed to be her, standing in the corner of the alley again, looking at the uninvited guest through the vast sea fog of the Promised Land.

Margaret said, "I seem to remember. Ye Sheng, we've seen each other a long time ago, right? ”

Ye Sheng did not deny it: "Yes." ”

Margaret's eyebrows are hit by bullets!

Her chest shook, her mouth opened, and she spat out a mouthful of thick black blood. [The Queen's] body staggered, and because her soul was in too much pain, she covered her chest and was forced to bend down. She was no stranger to the feeling of dying, but the pain was unprecedented.

The blood hole in Margaret's eyebrows continued to expand, and the blood gushed down the corners of her mouth, and now the blood mist in her eyes also condensed into liquid and flowed down from the corners of her eyes.

She was so embarrassed, but she still looked up and looked at Ye Sheng.

I laughed in hindsight.

"So I said, how can you not be from the old Butterfly Island......"

"Your temperament is simply the same......

Margaret's smile was fleeting, and her face suddenly became extremely distorted and hideous.

The anger that has been suppressed for a hundred years gushes out at once!

Even if it was the [Queen] who was attacked by a group just now, the elegance in her bones has not changed, at this moment, the state is almost crazy!

"It's you! It's you! I should have thought that it was you! ”

The devil, who had been imprisoned for four centuries, completely lost his mind at this moment, and only wanted to kill the so-called "benefactor" at all costs.

"Ye Sheng, you said that the core of Old Butterfly Island is fanaticism, a fanaticism similar to mine—but is it true? Ha, what about you and Ye Kiss, isn't your nature indifferent! ”

"I was wrong! It's not the indifference of the old Butterfly Island, it's the indifference of you Butterfly Island leaders! ”

Margaret laughed with big tears.

"It's disgusting, Ye Sheng, do you think that you ruined Frigga Harbor and ruined the Promised Land, I will thank you! No, I had only one thought in my mind when I saw you leave. I want you to pay with your blood! ”

Ye Sheng stood far away.

Margaret looked at his dangerous and cold eyes, and the burning magma in her heart cooled down little by little.

She stopped yelling and laughed. His red lips were bloody, and his long brown hair trembled with his body.

After a hundred years, she still doesn't seem to have been able to come out of the shadow of the Promised Land. The smell of rusty blood spilled between her lips and teeth.

In fact, Margaret has long since lost her sense of taste. Whatever she ate was a taste, the smell of that little piece of expired and stinky cream cake, fishy, astringent and disgusting.

With that mouthful of blood in her mouth, in the depths of the [Phantom Dead Sea], she once again smelled the stench of Finnsaril's corpse, and wanted to vomit, but she couldn't.

Margaret was silent for a moment, then smiled abruptly and strangely, and said, "Why are you here?" ”

"It's ridiculous, the S-class ability that ranks first in the world can't escape the fate of being abandoned by Butterfly Island in the end?"

"Ye Sheng, haven't you seen the true face of Butterfly Island?"

When Margaret's words came out, everyone present felt like their brains were struck by lightning.

She's ...... Say what?

Margaret's fingers touched her neck, and her fingertips touched her wounds.

She looked up, her blue eyes were blurred, looked at the "Morning Star" and muttered, "For so many years, the only motivation for me to survive is to destroy Butterfly Island." This purpose has sustained me to this point. It's still a little close, the Rubik's Cube is still a little bit close, that's a crucial point......"

Margaret never thought that she would see Ye Sheng again in this life.

The resolute consul of Butterfly Island was as distant as a myth. With his identity, it seems that he should be like Ye Kiss, who lives in a deep and simple place, high up and only exists in rumors. So the moment she knew Ye Sheng's identity, Margaret completely gave up resistance, both relieved and desperate.

She knew that she had no chance of winning against Ye Sheng. But so what.

Margaret used her fingernails to dig open the scar on her neck.

She said.

"It's not close. But my life, plus my pain, was enough. ”