The pain of having his chest torn apart is nothing to Lord Kutsutsuki. He has seen, experienced, and done things even more cruel than this. But when the heart made of flesh and blood was accepted by the burning fire of karma, a completely opposite and strange coldness enveloped the entire body in an instant.
His blood was a very, very dark color, almost black. Like ink mixed with cinnabar, it gurgled from the wound between his ribs. When the blood came into contact with the petals that clamped him, it burned until the entire huge flower was ignited. After a moment of ashes, he fell to the ground. The body hit a floating island, making a dull sound. Originally, these floating islands were hovering because of his demonic power. Now that his condition has worsened, these scattered stones began to tremble in disorder.
Although the blood boiled and burned when it left his body, he felt so cold. He hugged his arms so tightly that he could crush himself. He heard bones grinding together and the cracks between bones whining. He tried to raise his head, his vision was very hazy and the picture was trembling. Why can't I see clearly? She Zishu's red figure stared at him condescendingly in front of him, but she disappeared in the blink of an eye, and in another blink of an eye, she came back. Looking into the distance, those poor people who were still trapped by the Dragon Claw Flower, their eyes looking at Lord Kutsutsuki could not be said to be worried, or something else. They had a sworn hatred.
He saw Kanna-kun motionless, as if he had given up, like a dead person. The fox demon near him was still struggling, but to no avail, and would probably run out of strength soon. The flowers will draw life from the wounds, let's just hope they aren't hurt too badly. The girl and the guy were trapped together. Alas, he originally wanted to protect her, but now the two of them have fallen into the same fate, which is really sad. Sad? When would he, Lord Xueyue, take these words seriously?
Then... that, the Taoist, that Heavenly Master. Lin Tianshi——Lin Shanhai. He suddenly felt indescribably choked up. His vision was so blurry, but looking at it from a distance, Lord Xueyue felt that his face was very similar to that of a woman. That is the mother of Shanhai. Sakurasaki Tora—what a familiar, yet unfamiliar title. That lovely woman, that poor woman, that respectable woman...and another woman who gave her life because of her. Or a goddess?
He lowered his head sharply, and what he saw was still blurry. Several dark dots appeared on the ground, one drop after another. I can't believe it. Are these tears? If this is the case, why are more and more water droplets covering it starting to glow with a faint red color. Like the color of cherry blossoms, darker, like the color of peach blossoms.
***disgusting!
That indescribable coldness mixed with hotness rolling through the chest. There was also an indescribable discomfort where his stomach should be. It seems that there are many eggs squeezing inside, many insects crawling inside, many pupae stirring inside, and many bees and butterflies colliding inside. So he spit it out seriously, and a pool of bright red exploded in front of his eyes.
Not flesh and blood, but something softer and lighter - they are all petals, one after another. He was vomiting uncontrollably, and the strange feeling of the petals sticking to his throat made him stretch out his hands and keep picking things out of his throat, without even noticing that his nails scratched the flesh. Those scarlet Manzhushahua crawled out crazily. Even if he didn't scratch it, each petal had its own will, curling up and escaping from the furnace of hell. Then came the vermilion fire lotus, one petal after another. The new heart rejects the former inhabitants and drives them out every last bit.
The eyes are full of flowers, the ears are noisy, and the mind is confused. It seemed like people were coming to him one after another. He couldn't see or hear them, but he just felt this way. "They" can't say anything, but they have "said everything". In addition to Sakurasaki Tora, he also felt that he had another colleague. The identities and events of these people kept flashing before his eyes without permission.
The messy petals stacked high in front of me somehow turned into a sea of flowers, fresh and brilliant, eternal and undefeated. It was the gorgeous formation transformed by an old acquaintance. There are a group of birds flying into the sky among the flowers, but if you look closely, they are not birds, only pale feathers. What startled the birds was a bow without an arrow, surrounded by mottled blood, exuding a unique human aura. The blood gathered into ink, dyeing a spiritual paintbrush red, and an unfinished picture of a beautiful woman. Just close to it, you can also catch a glimpse of a judge's pen and a book of ten thousand ghosts. Suddenly a sword blade penetrated it, but it was only half-cut.
The broken blade and the remains of someone buried underground. The pages of the book were turned over, and what emerged from it were not monsters or monsters, but ordinary and cute creatures. They were clustered around a piano, and as they looked closer and closer, there seemed to be five strings on it. In the blink of an eye, it became seven again, and the animals disappeared, turning into six familiar swords.
But, that piano is...
That piano is——
White frost spread from the piano and eroded to his feet. He was so cold that the blood all over his body froze. He was still shaking, the line between illusion and reality flickering. Sometimes the hands have terrifying long armor, like monster claws, and sometimes they look like ordinary humans. The outline is sometimes as sharp-boned as a man's, and sometimes as soft and slender as a woman's. The long hair he tore between his fingers was sometimes black, sometimes pure white. The same as charcoal, the same as snow.
Even the uncontrollable whimpering couldn't tell the gender. He didn't know whether he looked like Qingnv or Changye.
He couldn't stop coughing, and petals and blood spattered out one after another. The blood sets the petals silently on fire. This kind of burning has no open flame, but only makes them suddenly wither and turn into pale ashes. Those ashes turned into frost and lingered around him. The flowers that were not affected began to flee, flying into the air one after another the moment before they were eroded, like immortal butterflies.
butterfly?
They didn't scatter, they just kept flying around him, flying around. It's like a moth circling a lamp in the night, using its fragile body to hit the lampshade of the same fragile paper in vain. And the fire in the lamp seemed to be on the verge of being extinguished, and then it emitted the brightest, dying light. The fragment of his heart wanted to return to his body, but it could no longer do so.
Futile, stupid, meaningless self-sacrifice—or rather, self-destruction.
What is she fighting against? Even now, you still can't understand it.
This is the kind of love you despise the most.
Can you still laugh?
Kanna-kun remained silent, staring at the scimitar on a floating island. The black ones are stuck in the soil, and the white ones are lying on the side. He held his breath and concentrated, and the two scimitars trembled slightly and soon flew towards his direction. The knife moved very quickly, left and right, neatly cutting off the strips of petals that trapped him without hurting him at all. Before falling, he grabbed the two swords neatly and used his strength to slash out two sword energy out of thin air towards the others. The chopped petals fell rustlingly, and several people fell from high places, but they all landed firmly on the ground. But Xie Zhe staggered a step when he landed on the ground while holding Ling Huan in his arms.
"Ling Hu...?" Xie Zhe's expression turned ugly. He shook her nervously and shouted, "Ling Hu!"
Master Lin Tian and Han Zhang ran over and watched him kneeling helplessly on the ground, with Ling Yu in a trance beside his knees. She was pale and had difficulty responding to calls from others.
"Her hands..."
Han Chang pointed to her right arm tremblingly. I don't know when most of the ice melted, and bright red blood continued to flow mixed with the water. It looked like it had been there for a while, but when she was restrained by the flowers, it was difficult even for her to notice the strangeness in her hands. Maybe those flowers sucked up all her blood, so she seemed fine at that time.
But her consciousness had obviously begun to fade.
"W-why didn't you say..." Xie Zhe said hastily, "What should we-what should I do?"
"Probably because at that time, Wei Donglin was involved in Tianquan's eyes with the Demon-Sealing Blade. Something unexpected happened to her, and Miss Ye..."
Master Lintian couldn't continue.
Kanna-kun couldn't care less about sentimentality, and his calmness seemed quite ruthless. But he didn't have time to reflect on whether he should blame himself for Jiao Mo's death. The battle situation was unpredictable, and he had no time to play an emotional role.
"...What is that?"
Master Lintian turned his head first. At that moment, a silent panic enveloped him. He, who had always been calm, found it difficult to remain calm when he saw that bizarre scene.
In the end what happened?
From She Zishu's body, thin, green flower stalks grew. They first emerged from her bloody and empty chest, and then emerged from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Many flowers soon bloomed from the sides, getting bigger and bigger. It was not so much growing as expanding.
appropriate. The parts of the plants, as well as the parts of her body, were undergoing earth-shaking changes. She scratched her face uncontrollably, but the sores continued to spread. The wound seems to be suppurating, and the liquid overflows, and the flower part is even more moisturized. The skin and flesh rotted away after all, at an incredible speed. Her bones are growing along with the flowers, emerging from the beautiful skin, and the spines like snakes or fish tails are climbing up, swaying uninhibitedly in the splendor. Eyes sprouted from the center of those flowers, rotating flexibly, and countless eyes greedily scanned everything around them. The huge Bana flowers all around also clung to the main body, growing desperately. A sweet and festering scent swept over him.
Kanna-kun walked straight towards Satsuki-kun who was leaning on the stone wall. There was a resigned smile on her tired face.
"What kind of monster did you create?"
"You may have forgotten that the evil angels who once controlled us and were defeated were still human beings. They failed to achieve true integration with the evil in the world. Remember... what was killed was just the bud of infamy. And those demon-turned children retain their human nature even when they die. Whether it’s conscience, greed, or everything else, it’s all true human nature itself. But the answer the girl came up with is, Make her give up her heart... You say, yin and yang go to the stream——"
Kanna-kun stared at her closely.
"If you lose your heart, if you lose your last bit of humanity... what will happen to a child like that?"
Darkness and confusion are called wrong views.
