Reverse Sand, resets the cooldown of the skill card [SL Dafa].
Save and drink the blood of the Demon King.
Detonate all miniature bombs.
There was a loud bang, and the violent explosion blew the high platform deep in the temple into ruins.
At the moment of reading the file, the demon "fallen" and disappeared, and the resurrected Qi Leren returned to the state when he was archived. At that time, he hadn't drank the blood of the demon king, and he was still a human being!
The fragile human body appeared at the center of the explosion, and was blown away by the air wave in an instant, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled several times before stopping.
Partial skin burns, multiple fractures, bruises and contusions are countless, but these injuries cannot be judged as fatal injuries. He coughed, and the blood pooled in his chest spurted out of his mouth, filling his mouth with the smell of blood.
It was so painful, the pain all over the body, and even breathing turned into a kind of torture.
His eyes were blurred, and his vision was red with hot blood. Qi Leren held the dagger tightly with his only intact right hand and stabbed it towards his chest.
This body has lost its combat effectiveness, and he must read the file again.
Before the tip of the dagger touched his chest, it was stopped by an incredible force. Qi Leren shuddered and looked at the chaos in the smoke in disbelief.
In the smoke after the explosion, a figure was walking down from the ruined throne.
The dust and smoke gradually dissipated, and the safe and sound Demon King walked towards him with graceful steps, and said approvingly: "Perfect acting skills, precise psychological grasp, and unexpected surprise attack, I even drank that cup of blood in order to let me relax my vigilance. ... The only regret is probably that everything you have prepared meticulously still can't erase the gap in strength."
Su He stopped in front of Qi Leren and looked down at him tenderly and sympathetically.
As time passed by, Qi Leren's hand holding the dagger could not move even a single minute, and the countdown of SL skills was running out.
Qi Leren stared at him, but his trembling hands were unable to put the dagger into his heart. The devil looked at him with a smile, watching him step by step into the abyss of despair.
Five seconds, four seconds, three seconds, two seconds, one second... The skill cooldown countdown is 0:59:59.
"It seems that the time has come." Seeing the hope in Qi Leren's eyes dimmed, Su He leaned down and gently took the dagger from his hand.
Qi Leren looked at him indifferently, and he had realized that he would die. Although Su He's expression was still gentle, his unreasonable resistance had already angered him.
"You haven't read the file, which means that your injuries are not fatal at this time, but as long as you apply a little bit, you will say goodbye to this world, Leren." Su He played with Qi Leren's dagger and looked at him with a cold smile. Looking at him, "I'm curious, when you really face the test of death, what will your choice be?"
The sharp tip of the knife pierced his throat and blood gurgled out. This level of pain was nothing compared to the pain all over his body at this time, but Qi Le people knew that this injury would be fatal.
The blood smudges will quickly block the airway, his breathing will become increasingly difficult, and if he is not treated, he will die of suffocation in a few minutes, or he will lose too much blood.
Su He stood up and put another goblet full of blood a few meters away: "Now, you can choose."
Difficulty breathing, no matter how hard he tried to inhale, the trachea blocked by blood foam was getting more and more difficult to get enough oxygen, the blood continued to lose, the oxygen continued to decrease, and the consciousness became blurred.
Death was coming, and Qi Leren almost saw the ferocious phantom of the god of death hovering above his head.
He didn't want to die, he didn't want to...
No, he won't die, he still has Easter eggs!
But if he easily gave up his struggle and accepted death, would Su He believe it? If he sees through his fearlessness, what will he do
must... go on... again...
The desire to survive once again appeared in Qi Leren's eyes, and his vision was blurred. He turned his face and looked at the cup of bright red blood a few meters away, his blood-stained lips moved slightly, eager...
The Demon King watched with interest as the dying human used his will to ignite the last strength. He turned over with difficulty, and dragged his body forward with the only intact right hand. He lost more blood, and was cut open. The scratches on the throat and body dragged a shocking blood trail on the ground, indicating how strong his will to survive at this moment is.
It was only a few meters away, but he exhausted all his strength.
When he climbed to the destination, the weak human was dying. He held the goblet with the last of his strength, and his trembling hand made the scarlet blood in the cup keep shaking...
He cried, and the broken trachea made his cry like the whine of a night ghost, so harsh, so terrifying.
The Demon King likes this kind of voice, watching a strong soul lose its bottom line in the devastation and become depraved and filthy, but he is still struggling to resist, but in the end he still succumbs to his own desires.
It's really fun.
With a crisp sound, the goblet was slammed into the Demon King's feet, and blood was spilled on the ground.
The Demon King looked at the dying human unexpectedly, and then met his unyielding eyes, he was speechless, the blood gurgled out along his throat, he tried his best to pull the corners of his mouth, to him Showing an extremely mocking smile.
-get out.
He growled silently.
In the blood all over the ground, the handsome Demon King smiled: "I really didn't expect that you would do this for him. Humans, obviously so weak, but always unexpectedly unexpected, this is probably the interesting thing about human beings. ."
Qi Leren turned over with difficulty and lay on his back in the rubble.
The severed trachea continued to bleed, and the dying Qi Leren looked at Su He in the distance, and Su He also looked at him. After a while, he walked towards him, but stopped halfway.
"What's the matter?" Su He asked without looking back.
In the shadow of the corner, a vague figure who did not know when stood there, bowing slightly to Su He: "I would like to convey my king's instructions, the 'goldfish bowl' has issued an alarm, it is very likely to escape again, my king pleases you Go back and preside over the bigger picture."
"It seems that my vacation is coming to an end." Su He said lightly, "Transfer the power for me, I will forcefully leave the task and go back now, and I will bring a big gift to her by the way."
The shadow bowed again, the special connection between the demon king and the demon king could not be maintained in the realm of the saint nun for too long, and it soon disappeared into the shadows silently.
In the cold air, Su He's low voice came, mixed with a mocking emotion: "... woman."
Qi Leren could barely see anything, the death god's cloak had covered his eyes, the air was getting colder and colder, and the chill was slowly rising from the ground, and he was about to die.
He heard Su He's footsteps stop beside him, and the sound of rubbing the fabric of Susuo sounded. He seemed to squat down and gently brushed the hair from his forehead.
"I wanted to play with you for a while, but unfortunately, the game has to end early. Your good friend won Isabelle and is on his way, but if you count the time, he probably won't see you for the last time. No It's a pity for Fa to see his expression at that time." Su He's gentle voice sounded in the ears of Qi Leren who was dying.
"For your courage and persistence, I allow you to rest here." A light kiss fell on Qi Leren's forehead, it was a farewell kiss.
"The fallen look is beautiful, but unfortunately, you didn't become it after all."
The footsteps of Su He calmly leaving became farther and farther, and disappeared in Qi Leren's ears.
Qi Le is about to die.
Happy, and anxious.
Although his brain was about to stop working, he still understood the conversation between Su He and the unknown person. He will leave here immediately if he has an urgent matter, which means that Ning Zhou is safe.
So good... so good... really, so good.
He can be resurrected after seven days, as long as the news is conveyed to Ning Zhou...
Qi Leren, who had difficulty even moving a finger, squeezed out the last bit of strength from his body, and wrote a 7 with trembling fingers covered in blood. I couldn't move my fingers with all my strength.
Qi Leren closed his eyes exhaustedly, his breathing could no longer continue, his consciousness sank into chaos due to lack of oxygen, and even the pain became sluggish and psychedelic, as if his soul had begun to gradually escape from this scarred body. body of.
He thought in a daze, there was only one number, could Ning Zhou understand what he meant
7 days, he can be resurrected after 7 days, just wait 7 days...
Memories flashed in my mind like fragments at the beginning, like film pulled out of a camera, and then suddenly frozen on a certain frame. At that time, he was on the mission of the Castle Horror, and was distracted because he was thinking about the clues of the mission, and Su Hezheng explained the meaning of the numbers to Dr. Lu: "The numbers in the nightmare world are very interesting, many numbers have special meanings, such as 4 means luck, 7 stands for…”
"I love you."
He made an unforgivable mistake.
The desperate Qi Leren struggled to maintain his breath, but the blood clogged in his throat made him unable to breathe in air. He opened his eyes wide and tried to wipe the number written in blood.
He tried his best to squeeze the last bit of energy out of his nerves, from his marrow, from every organ that was about to stop working, to erase this number, but there was nothing he could do.
He couldn't move, he couldn't move at all.
Tears of remorse flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he cried, not the tears performed when facing the Demon King, nor the tears of fear when facing death, but the tears that were truly out of control, and could not be stopped.
This desperate fear even surpassed his fear of death itself. The consciousness that was about to dissipate was screaming, struggling, and repenting. He couldn't imagine, nor could he imagine Ning Zhou's expression when he saw it - this simple number might be the last straw that ruined Ning Zhou.
The world slowly sinks into the dark abyss of death.
He remembered the separation a few hours ago. At that time, it was so dark. He mustered up his courage and only dared to ask Ning Zhou if he wanted to go with him. His timid heart made him not even rush to wait for Ning Zhou's answer. Farewell, he always thought they would meet again, so he said: I'll be back soon, you have to wait for me! You must wait for me!
How naive, and how foolishly self-confident, in the face of reality, it is ridiculously fragile and vulnerable.
At the last moment before consciousness collapsed, Qi Leren saw the day when the Garden of the Holy Sepulchre was seen.
At that time, he woke up from a tree stump covered with fallen flowers and followed Dr. Lu to the place where Su He was. He turned his head while walking, and saw Ning Zhou.
He stood by the broken tree and looked at him from a distance.
So restrained, so distant, yet so gentle, there are too many emotions in his blue eyes, like the sky and the sea that contain everything.
He suddenly wanted to ask Ning Zhou, how many times did he look at him like this? And how many times has he missed such a look back
Ning Zhou was always so lonely and silent, all the pain was buried deep in his heart, without saying a word.
If he didn't look back, he would never have seen such tenderness.
He will never know how deep this suppressed love is.
Just a little bit, and forever.
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Passing through the broken stone pillars and countless broken statues, Ning Zhou walked forward without looking sideways, and finally came to the front of the Temple Cathedral.
The first half of the sanctuary has been badly damaged, with solemnity and history written under the stars.
Ning Zhou walked quickly to the depths of the hall and looked at the two huge stone gates.
The earth is still trembling, and the destruction has played its end.
Ning Zhou took a deep breath, the wound in his abdomen was burning and painful, he made a cross on his chest, and then pushed open the stone door.
The huge statue of the Virgin and the giant dragon pierced with reverse scales rushed toward the face, occupying people's vision, but Ning Zhou's line of sight followed the shocking bloodstains on the ground, chasing the familiar figure lying on the ground.
The heartbeat stops at this moment, neither heaven nor hell exists at this moment.
He didn't know how he got in front of him and knelt there.
Those brown eyes that were not closed stared blankly ahead, and there were still wet tears in the corners of their eyes, and his blood-stained fingers stopped on a reddish-brown number.
Right before he died, he was saying—
I love you.
In the depths of the dark hall, there was the sound of crying that he suppressed to the point of collapse. Witnessed by the remains of saint nuns and demon kings, a devout believer finally confessed his unethical love that was not allowed by the gods.
But it was too late, and at the moment he got love, he also lost him forever.