The puppet lines float and the water lines are faint.
Ninety-nine arms hugged his knees, curled up like a baby, and kept falling.
The confusing words of the True Ancestor Evil God seemed to be echoing in his ears.
Jiujiu closed his eyes again in the water. The True Ancestor Evil God was good at spying on people's desires, thoughts and feelings.
People themselves are unable to discern the truest thoughts deep in their hearts, but the True Ancestor Evil God is able to dig them out.
But Jiujiu didn't think that he was really waiting for someone to find him as the True Ancestor Evil God said.
The puppet has no roots and no heart. The master who can keep her in this world has passed away.
Even her master, from the moment she chose to jump from the cold tower to end everything.
She had been abandoned.
Abandoned unintentional objects, what kind of miracle should be used to give her hope that others can find them?
In the world of puppets, there is no freedom whether there is wind or not.
She is a killing war doll, just like a cactus that can never be turned into a flower and can never be held in people's hands.
It's dispensable, she can go or stay, whatever her heart desires, this is Yinghuo's life.
After all, at the time of birth, there is no human heart and no understanding of the human heart.
Even if it is carved with a pen knife, the master who carves her into the world inch by inch.
Why didn't the original intention of creating her have some ulterior motive?
Among human beings, blood is thicker than water, and the hatred between close relatives is so deep that good deeds can be destroyed in the blink of an eye, so slander can lead to strangers becoming strangers in the blink of an eye.
Close relatives are still capricious, and the closeness and distance are uncertain, which proves that nothing lasts long.
Whose love would be extravagantly paid to a doll for no reason?
Jiujiu also wonders if the human cub still remembers the joke about "survivor".
Maybe these are no longer important.
Jiujiu rested his chin on his knees, and vaguely seemed to hear the sound of pear blossoms falling in the snow and the gentle breeze deep in the absolutely quiet depths of the lake.
It was as if the wind and snow outside Shifang City had returned again.
She has never been able to see the prosperous scene where the winter is gone and the stars are ever bright, as her master said.
But it doesn't matter.
[She is willing to stay in her eternal winter days forever and make her own choices. 】
[The puppets that have experienced fragmentation and reorganization are not afraid of being decomposed and destroyed. 】
Fortunately, she was picked up gently and sincerely by someone on that cruel battlefield only once in her life.
Fortunately, it was only once that I was treated with tenderness for a short period of time, just like the little bit of unfamiliar sugar that melted away as soon as the tip of my tongue touched it, before I was addicted to it.
Therefore, she had enough courage to abandon herself in this no man's land without coveting anything.
Everything is going according to her plan.
She knew very well that it would be fine if things continued like this.
This is her own plan.
She doesn't need anyone to find her.
That kind of expectation was just a lie fabricated by the evil god in order to deceive and shake her heart.
Why hope for something that cannot be achieved...
A large amount of scarlet blood began to spread over the lake. Below him was an abyss, and far above his head, he did not know when the pile of hungry corpses spread out.
In this sinking lake, a messy sky seemed to suddenly fall down.
A ray of sword light fell from the sky, and thousands of identical dolls were all slaughtered into corpses in the lake at some unknown time, and all the thorns were chopped off.
The sword light broke through the corpses and thorns, and cut through the darkness.
Coming through the darkness.
A palm with five fingers covered with slender branches and flowers penetrated the heavy and cold lake water and touched the translucent thread floating in the deep water.
It’s just that I don’t know when, maybe it was smudged by the endless blood in the lake, and it came out of that palm.
The little flowers are no longer just black.
Instead, it presents a warm and fresh shape, a rose-red color, and a natural grace. In this cold, death-filled world full of killing, it reveals a freshness and tenderness that is incompatible.
The palm with warmly colored flowers wrapped around the floating thread in the lake and landed on Jiujiu's shoulder.
A sudden and unexpected touch.
Unexpected proximity and physical contact.
Jean Jiujiu suddenly raised her head. She, who had always been calm and unfazed, was so shocked that bubbles bubbled out of her mouth at this moment.
When she looked up, she saw scarlet colors everywhere.
It was the scarlet color covered in blood after fighting all the way from the desire to kill.
Washed by the cold lake water, it dissipated like blood mist. The whites of the eyes were dark and the holes were red, as if they were made of blood. In this half-bright water world, they reflected the murderous and strange world. The ultimate light.
That delicate and handsome pale face is full of intricately intertwined stems and veins like those of an old tree.
Ninety-Nine's heart suddenly tightened and he winced violently.
The corpse demon boy who was assimilated into a monster by this lake of desire actually slaughtered all these thousands of dolls. The speed of the killing and the madness of the killing made it impossible for this desire to absorb the nutrients of the corpse. Recreate the doll.
Jiujiu didn't think that the guy who was completely inhumane under the control of that crazy murderous desire would let her go.
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In addition to the ultimate comfort that the evil god brought to her, there was also a subtle sense of comfort.
Until the scarred and bruised heart in her chest, which was entangled with puppet threads, was grasped by that hand and dug out.
Ninety-nine still felt like she was in a dream. The darkness in the whites of her eyes quickly faded away, revealing clear black and white but blank eyes, looking at the bleeding heart held in her hand.
He has completely left her.
She raised her hands in confusion to try to save the heart, but at this moment, the arm that restrained her waist suddenly drove her body upward.
Ninety-Nine seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength, his arms were slumped and loose, and his slender fingers were helplessly opening and closing in the cold lake water.
When his consciousness was chaotic, under the empty chest of Jiujiu Mohu, there seemed to be something warm that was constantly filling the hole and stuffing it in. It was filled until it was extremely full and heavy.
It was as if the body, which had been floating for a moment, suddenly fell into place and finally gained real weight.
This real feeling made Jiujiu suddenly have an electric reaction.
His killing sword that slaughtered thousands of himself...when did it disappear?
If you want to destroy her heart, it is obviously more convenient to use a sword than your hands.
When does a person who is controlled by the desire to kill and loses his heart to kill put away his sword?
As soon as this subtle doubt arose in my mind, it was like a tiny seed that quickly sprouted and grew into a towering tree.
The proud, crazy, and angry voice of the True Ancestor Evil God had disappeared the moment Ninety-Nine's heart was dug out and seemed to be filled with something invisible.
The ninety-nine body's limbs were stretched out and limp. Her expression was so dazed that she was almost numb, as if she couldn't understand why after Balian took out her heart, he didn't dismember her like he did to thousands of "himselfs".
His intention at the moment seems more like...
To take her away from this dark lake realm.
Ninety-nine stopped falling and diving, and was constantly lifted up and up by Bai Lian's body strength until he escaped from the deep lake bottom covered by darkness. Tiny sparkling lights that could only be seen close to the lake were projected above his head and in front of his eyes.
A faint layer of wind and snow seemed to disappear from the phosphorescence like wreckage on the sea.
She looked for the faint phosphorescence and subconsciously looked up.
The lake surface covered with mysterious and dark thorns overhead seemed to have been cleaned up at some point, turning into a flat lake mirror.
It seems that there is a sky dome hanging upside down in the lake mirror, and the sky clouds flow through it, giving birth to countless stars and day universes. They emit sparkling broken light, as if they stretch out thousands of miles from the endless lake surface, and are meandering with falling clouds.
It shows a luxurious but broken and crazy beauty to the boundless darkness in the water, blooming with a moment of splendor.
Until Jiujiu's body was forced to come out with the broken water, the broken light of the stars and the sky didn't seem like an illusion, following the broken water droplets, the charming brilliance shattered and splashed everywhere.
There is no longer any shadow of thorns wandering around.
After breaking through the lake and reaching the shore, Jiujiu lay on top of a huge sword monument made of ice.
The sword stele was placed diagonally on the lake, with one end submerged deep into the lake, making it impossible to see the bottom.
Jiujiu felt that Balian was standing not far from her. She turned over weakly and saw that Balian was holding her own heart that he had dug out of her chest.
The heart that had been infused with the bitter poison of desire had strange purple scabs all over its body, and a translucent silk thread was inserted under each scab.
The strands of lines hung down from Balian's hands like silver hair.
After all, it is a simulation, and no matter how realistic it is, it is not a real mortal thing.
The heart, which was already riddled with holes, could be squeezed into wrinkles at this moment. After being separated from the body, it no longer had a beating breath and began to wither and decay.
A normal person's heart will not change like this
change.
Jiujiu still believed that the True Ancestor Evil God was controlling Balian's body and was using the most cruel and vicious method to destroy her most important things.
"give me back."
Jiujiu struggled to get up, hugging Balian's body with all his strength, trying to snatch it back.
However, Balian raised the arm holding the heart high. Jiujiu's body was extremely weak. At this moment, he was naked, and his bare feet were slipping weakly on the ice-made sword monument.
He had no choice but to stretch out another arm, firmly hold her waist, and hold her tighter.
Jiujiu was suddenly startled. She looked at Balian's eyes, the blood color receded and they returned to their previous clear and clear eyes.
This look is definitely not something that the Evil God can possess.
This guy...
That idea was so unbelievable that Jiujiu didn't even dare to think about it deeply and confirm it.
It was Bailian who had already opened his mouth and said, "You don't need this kind of thing."
"Give it back to me!" Jiujiu's eyes were cold and full of desperate hostility, as if he could only say these three words.
"It's been so contaminated that it can no longer be used."
Bailian's attitude was very firm. Even though the strong emotions bursting out of Jiujiu's eyes at this moment were as if he wanted to kill people, his arms raised high did not waver at all.
I saw his palms suddenly closed, and under Ninety-nine's desperate and collapsed eyes, he kneaded the heart to pieces as if it were mud.
Bright red and purple minced meat fell along his fingers.
The only thing she had lost before was ninety-nine, regardless of her physical weakness. But according to her temperament, even if she lost her composure, she was not hysterical with hatred, but there was a lonely flush in her eyes. She held on. Standing on tiptoes, he opened his pale lips and bit down on Balian's chin.
She raised her head, and her dark eyes reflected the withered heart. She had never seen the birth process of this heart, but she had witnessed with her own eyes how it turned into ashes.
Balian hissed in pain, and the arm he raised finally fell, landing on Jiujiu's shoulder, pushing her down.
Jiujiu didn't resist at all, and his body fell down softly and instantly. He was so docile and well-behaved that it was not like her at all.
But her soft and white body covered the ice-made sword monument, and her body temperature was actually colder than the black ice for a moment.
Balian frowned and looked down at Jiujiu's dark eyes that could not reveal any light.
He couldn't help but purse his lips and didn't say a word.
He put his hands together to form a knife, sharply digging out his heart and cutting it in half.
The bloody scene did not touch Ninety-Nine in the slightest. She remained motionless, like a doll that had lost its soul.
Until Balian put the half of the heart steadily into her heart, the ninety-nine eyes trembled heavily.
Immediately afterwards, she heard Bailian's warm voice:
"Although it's only half of it, this heart is at least real."
"I'll give you what you want."
