"Because..." Yi Cha looked into his arms subconsciously, with two asymmetrical eyes - one dark and the other fiery red looking at him.
The girl held his shirt with one hand and hugged his neck with the other. He had no recollection of when she had put her hands in that position.
"Because?" She said in two very different voices, one gloomy and one puzzled.
Wow! ! ! !
impact.
He felt like the side of his body was pressed against rough, temperatureless metal.
Click.
inward.
His face overlapped the gray-black door.
It's like falling into the ocean from a height of 100,000 meters. After some buffering, it's still shot on the seafloor covered with barnacles.
Then you have to put it on.
Icha clasped the horned girl tightly, and he held on to himself with one hand.
They were passing through an unopenable door as thick as a city wall.
Half of the eyes were hidden in the door.
He's going to be crushed.
The pain of having the body forcibly stripped away in its alive state almost exceeds the sum of all the opposite joys.
He desperately directed his will to grab the girl's shoulder with his fingers. He didn't even know whether he had caught it or not. All touch, hearing, and sight have become very expensive at the moment, and none of them can be afforded.
Pain takes over all feeling.
He walked through the gray-black, heavy door, which passed through him sharply. He could feel all the internal organs scraping against the rough metal like oyster shells, and every cell was squeezed and screamed.
He almost yelled, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't make any sound at all.
Penetrating pain.
Tearing pain.
Dismemberment pain.
All nerves betrayed him and each other. They stabbed each other with knives, they slapped each other in the face with hot pokers, they slashed each other from shoulder to thigh.
The overwhelming pain twisted every joint in his body and twisted it in the opposite direction. Be it speed, gravity, or bubbles, they all disappeared from cognition.
He felt like his spine was cracking on both sides.
Don't faint. Catch her. Don't faint. Catch her. Hold on for one more second. Hold on for one more second. By the way, is will energy?
Yi Cha grasped this distracting life-saving straw in the turbulence of countless thoughts that were torn into rags, and thought hard about this problem.
Is will energy?
Scratch.
Scratch.
Scratch - rub.
Snap, snap, pop.
It's hard to describe what this feels like -
He seemed to have suddenly fallen into a pile of cotton from a mountain of swords and a sea of fire.
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"Dear travelers, you may not believe it. Although Chaos Hell has 'Chaos' in its name, it is one of the purest places in the world.
This is not sensational.
I will ask a question here:
What are we talking about when we talk about 'purity'?
Generally speaking, we are talking about the unified natural scenery of Chaos Hell, and the artificial constructions that have no rules but can't help but resemble each other.
The first purpose of everything is to sensationalize and cause trouble, but practicality takes a back seat.
Also, don't forget the rare and extremely pure population distribution - 90% of them are demons.
Perhaps even the demons who have been in it for millions of years don't realize that it is their chaotic behavior like headless flies that forms a macroscopic harmony.
Yes.
Like angels, I would call demons pure creatures.
Although they are one of the intelligent creatures, it is difficult for them to have a true intention in their lives, and when they have a intention, they will usually act according to their own intention without reservation, even if it makes them look bad in the eyes of others. Look like a fool.
For example: biting off the water flow, breaking the clouds, eating everything with "pickled" in the name, forming emeralds out of wheat, making the virtual images in the mind come true, and trying to find a universal algorithm that can be used to determine Whether an arbitrary Diophantine equation has integer solutions, thus solving this type of problem once and for all.
When we talk about purity, friends, we are talking about stupid stuff like this. "
——"A Comprehensive Guide to the Nine Planes·Overview·Chaos Hell"
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They pounced on Gamenity. Gamenity surrounded them. The body has left the door. Only the soul can enter.
Yi Cha rolled to his feet...and floated.
He realized that his right hand was holding a thin arm. Red-skinned arms. Girl's arm with horns. Looking up, I saw a delicate and lovely face.
There was no time to observe the environment, and all I saw was a black figure running away quickly into the distance.
The soul that was separated from the Son of Chaos.
Yi Cha quickly caught up and grabbed him with his left hand on his waist. He touched the thin thing. You guessed it right, this thing is not a pure entity, you can bring it in.
Swish——
The bright red tail whip was pulled out from the waist, and with a pull, it drew a beautiful arc, and the long snake rushed towards the black figure like a snake attacking.
The heart shape at the end of the tail poked into the shadow's back.
Yi Chabian jumped into pursuit. With a flick of his wrist, the whip body instantly bent into a noose in the air and moved towards the black shadow.
Just as he was about to be tied up, the black shadow suddenly sneered, curled up into a ball and smashed downwards. This time it changed direction, and the long whip couldn't trace it, and the black shadow instantly submerged half of its body into the ground.
Yi Cha quickly flashed to that location - using the method of flashing with his body before, so he flashed first anyway.
The flicker was not as flexible as before - he could clearly feel that it was not moving instantly, but drawing a trajectory in the air.
He still threw himself in front of the black shadow with only one head left.
The long whip is rolled into a ball, and the ball is raised to hammer.
Almost at the same moment, the black shadow connected to the ground, and a huge pile was scooped up by the roots.
Click.
The lump of unknown material was squeezed into a ball, and the black stuff was sandwiched in between like the fillings of a sesame pie, making a noise like a mouse being caught.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yi Cha saw the horned girl standing next to him, stretching out her hand in a "pinching" motion.
He shook off the whip, circled the entire sphere, tied it tightly like wrapping a gift, pulled it back, and held it in his hand - the entire sphere was about the size of a human head.
The black shadow dashed left and right in the whip cage, but could never escape its confinement. Miserably, it shrank into a ball in the center.
"Who are you?" Yi Cha asked towards the black figure.
The only answer he received was breathless laughter and silence.
"Do you know who he is?" He turned around and asked the girl with horns beside him, noticing that her eyes had returned to a beautiful orange-red color like a flame.
The girl looked at him intently with bright eyes, "Are you okay?"
That should mean I don’t know. To check.
"It's okay. How are you?"
He did notice that the terrible pain had disappeared, and raised his other hand to subconsciously wipe away the sweat.
Then I discovered two things at the same time.
First, there was no sweat on his head.
Second, two hands reached for his forehead at the same time and bumped into each other.
Yi Cha stopped his hand, turned his head, and found a translucent, indistinguishable male and female figure pressing against his back. He didn't know why he didn't notice it.
Only then did a chill slowly come to my heart.
The translucent figure also carried a pair of wings on its back, and "it" was reaching out its hand and silently wiping his forehead.
