Kill him, kill him.

Blood, pieces of flesh, it's so beautiful.

Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki struggled, trying to get rid of the man who bound him behind him.

But as the man placed his palm on his lower abdomen, a stream of heat gradually flowed from the man's palm to his body, and spread throughout his body, gradually soothing the restlessness of his body.

It felt like being held in the arms of my mother who had passed away a long time ago, so peaceful, so peaceful.

So the battlefield was slowly quieted down.

Gradually, gradually, as the pure yang true qi continued to enter the body of Battlefield Hara Blowing Snow, soothing the restless hormones in her body, Battlefield Hara Blowing Snow finally stopped struggling, but became calm.

"Have you calmed down?" Aoba asked aloud.

"Yes, thank you very much for your help. The battlefield that calmed down was originally blowing snow, and said with fear.

She knew very well how dangerous her state was just now, as if she had completely liberated the monster in her heart, if it wasn't for Aoba's intervention to stop her, maybe she would have rushed out of this abandoned building and killed people on the street at will.

What's even more terrifying is that his sister, who is still sleeping not far away, if he can't suppress his impulse and shoots at his sister, as long as he thinks about that kind of scene, the battlefield is a cold sweat.

"Just calm down. Aoba nodded, removing the palm that was placed on the lower abdomen of the battlefield Hara Fukiyuki, and at the same time letting go of the other hand that held her hands, completely letting go of her.

Feeling Aoba's palm leave her lower abdomen, a trace of reluctance flashed in Battlefield Hara's heart in an instant, but then she picked up her mood and left Aoba's embrace.

Then she saw the tragic situation she had just created.

The two black * Dao who were beheaded in half are not completely dead yet, but they no longer scream, just moaning in a low voice, "Kill me, please, kill me!"

And Morikawa, who was cut into a human stick, had his vitality to snatch the two black * Dao who were cut in half, and he was still wailing extremely powerfully, but his voice gradually became smaller because of excessive blood loss.

As for Asai Juro, who was lucky not to be stabbed, he was so frightened that he peed his pants and held his head and trembled.

Battlefield Hara Fuyuki looked at this scene, and the feelings that had just calmed down gradually rippled again, and the katana in his hand trembled again.

It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful, with bright red blood and pink flesh, and guts that flow all over the ground.

The cruel scene in front of me as hell seems to be as beautiful as heaven in the eyes of the battlefield Hara Fukiyuki.

I really want to think about it, I really want to continue to appreciate it, so the battlefield Hara Fukiyuki turned his attention to Asai Juro, who was still alive at the end.

Chop off his limbs and listen to his wailing.

No, I can't, I want to be calm, I can't lose my mind anymore, I want to control myself.

Battlefield Fukiyuki, who holds the katana tightly, fights with herself, and the heavens and men are at war in her heart.

At this moment, Aoba's voice came from his ears.

"People have all kinds of strange hobbies, and they all have different **, so there's nothing wrong with liking killing, I used to have a crazy obsession with killing for a while, but what you're wrong about is that you shouldn't be dominated by killing. Aoba said as she looked at the girl in front of her who was as black as silk and had snow-like skin.

Aoba can naturally feel the inner struggle of the battlefield Hara Fuyuki, but he doesn't have any good ways, some things can only be relied on by himself, and others can only help.

"I don't want to do that, but I can't help myself. Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki said with a deep breath.

"Then don't control it first, but temperate it. Aoba replied.

"Temperance?" the battlefield was puzzled.

"That's right, follow your heart and do whatever you want, but be careful with moderation. It's better to block than to dredge, you just need to pay attention to the direction of dredging when dredging. Aoba continued.

"Follow my heart?" "The knife in Battlefield Hara's hand is no longer shaking.

"Yes, what do you want to do most right now?" Aoba asked.

"I want to cut off his limbs and watch him wail until he dies. Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki pointed at Asai Juro not far away with the knife in his hand, and said with a beautiful smile blooming on his cold face.

"Yes, but you have to be temperate!" Aoba nodded.

"How to control it?" asked Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki.

"You can cut off his limbs, but don't watch him wail to death, but wait a moment and cut off his head to free him. This is temperance, satisfying ** at the same time, but also temperance**. Only then will it be possible for you to control zhì** in the end. Aoba explained.

"I see, then I'll cut off his limbs now. Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki understood what Aoba meant, so he walked towards Asai Juro.

"Wait. Aoba stopped her.

"What?" Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki turned his head to look at him, that beautiful face was as delicate as a doll, I'm afraid no one could have imagined what kind of cruel heart was hidden in such a delicate body.

"Kill them first and help them get free. Aoba pointed to the two black * Dao who were already dying, and Morikawa, whose voice was getting weaker and weaker on the other side.

Battlefield Yuan Fuyuki stood in place and was silent for a moment, then nodded, first walked to the two black * Dao, and cut off the heads of the two with a single sword.

Then he walked towards Morikawa and beheaded him as well, killing the three of them completely and relieving them of their pain.

"Yes, that's it, that's temperance. You can be obedient, but you can't lose to **, and you can't be dominated by **. Aoba nodded.

"I see, I'll be in moderation. Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki said as he walked towards Asai Juro.

Then she swung her knife and slashed, puff puff puff four times in a row, accompanied by Asai Juro's screams, and his limbs were cut off.

Looking at Asai Juro who was rolling on the ground, Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki's face flushed again, with a smile on his lips, looking at the scene in front of him, as if admiring a peerless beauty.

Aoba slowly stepped forward and stood side by side with Battlefield Hara Blowing Snow, looking at Asai Juro rolling on the ground, and then at Battlefield Hara Blowing Snow.

"It's time to do it. Aoba said lightly.

"No, let me admire it for a moment. Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki said with a smile on his face.

Aoba shook his head, reached out to the battlefield Hara Fukiyuki, and said, "Give me the knife." ”

"What are you going to do?" said Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki as he took a step back and said warily.

"End his suffering, kill him. Aoba said.

"No, I can't. Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki struggled for a moment, and finally said.

Aoba frowned and walked towards the battlefield Harafuyuki.

Kill him, kill him, and there will be fresh flesh and blood to appreciate. A voice kept ringing in the heart of the battlefield Hara Fukiyuki, coupled with the excitement of Aoba's act of asking for the katana in her hand.

So the battlefield Hara Fuxue moved, and slashed out towards Aoba again.

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