The purple-red sword was inserted into Xing's body, but Xing calmed down instead.
She closed her eyes and recalled my few experiences, thinking of the last time she saw Kafka.
"listen to me……"
That warm and friendly tone made Xing still feel the warmth of kindness flowing in his heart.
Just like a mother packing a schoolbag for a child who is about to travel far away, she tells herself everything she needs for the journey, and he tells himself in a gentle tone not to be afraid or confused.
And the woman in front of her, although her tone was equally gentle, her gentleness was just a bait to lure the prey into a trap. Beneath her gentle appearance was a ruthless core.
This was exactly the opposite of the Kafka in her memory, so Xing could make a conclusion based on just these few sentences.
"The woman in front of me is definitely not her."
The purple-red sword stirred Xing's internal organs, but Xing couldn't feel any pain. Let me ask:
"How can a knife that doesn't exist hurt someone?"
In my impression, Kafka has never had such a knife. Although I don’t know whose memory this is, now that Xing understands this matter, the counterfeit in front of her can no longer hurt her. Not a cent!
Xing used all his strength to raise the baseball bat in his hand above his head. A destructive force gathered in the bat and hit the ground hard.
It was shattered. Not only the ground, but also the woman in front of him, everything around him, and the false starry sky all disappeared in front of the star.
"Crack!"
The sound of broken glass resounded on the floor. March Qi shook her hands and spilled the coffee Ji Ziji gave her on the floor.
"I'm sorry, Jizi, I didn't mean it!"
March 7 was a little confused. For some reason, after returning this time, the train in front of her felt unfamiliar. She had obviously known which corner she was most comfortable sitting in, and what posture was most comfortable for her to drink, but she didn't know why. , but the familiar sight in front of her gave her a sense of strangeness.
"It's okay, Xiao Sanyue, I'll take care of it." Jizi still had a familiar smile in front of her, but Sanyueqi couldn't smile. Everything had been wrong from just now.
"Usually at this time, someone should come out and scold yourself."
In a daze, March Qi looked at his waist, where something he was most familiar with hung.
camera.
March 7 hurriedly looked at the photos on his camera, but no matter how he searched, there was only a void of nothingness on the negatives of the camera.
A sense of panic from the bottom of her heart surged into March Qi's heart, and when she looked up at Jizi, even greater panic appeared in front of her.
The figure of train conductor Pam appeared in front of March 7. Pam's body was stiff and lifeless, like a dead and broken doll.
"Passenger, March 7, because you damaged public property on the train, I decided to expel you from the train."
In a cold tone, he issued the final eviction order to March 7th.
"No, I don't want it. I can't go anywhere except the train!" March 7 screamed and backed away, sitting down on the ground.
The deepest fear in her heart was dug out. March 7th was a girl who lost her memory. She woke up on the train. Everything she woke up was her first memory. She forgot everything. She had no other hometown except the train. .
Xinghe put her most terrifying thing in front of March Qi, losing her memory and being expelled from the train. It seemed like nothing was left in the girl March Qi.
In nervousness, March Qi knocked over another cup of Jizi's coffee. The coffee liquid drew a parabola in the air and spilled onto March Qi's face, and part of it slipped into March Qi's mouth. .
Looking at the silent girl in front of him, Pam's shape grew bigger and bigger, from the height of a cute penguin, to a huge demon, and pounced on March 7th with open teeth and claws.
And just when that hand was about to touch March 7, a bone-chilling chill froze everything, preventing any further progress.
"Jezi's coffee has never been so sweet..." A deep voice came from March Qi's drooping hair. She was a lively and lovely woman, but her voice at this time was colder than the deepest and darkest winter in Yongdong Ridge. .
"Stop playing with my family!"
The six-sided pyramid of ice appeared next to March 7. In the blink of an eye, everything in front of him was sealed by ice, and there was no movement forever.
The battlefield was never quiet, but at this moment, there were only two people left alone.
Dan Heng stood on one side, with countless corpses and weapons of soldiers falling beside him. He did not dare to act rashly because there was a person standing opposite him.
Blood-red eyes, and blood-red "blade".
It wasn't that Dan Heng didn't resist. He couldn't lose, but he didn't win either.
"There are five people and three prices, and you are one of them."
When the blood-red sword was pointed at him, Dan Heng couldn't move. He wanted to escape, but couldn't.
Everything was rehearsed just as he remembered. "Blade" slowly crossed the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, walking towards Dan Heng step by step.
Dan Heng closed his eyes numbly. Since everything was as fate would have it, why should he resist fate?
The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air appeared in Dan Heng's ears. It was a sound he had heard countless times. In another second, no, half a second, this blood-red sharp blade would pass through his chest, ushering him in the next moment. A round of reincarnation.
"Ding!"
The harsh clash of swords made Dan Heng open his eyes, and the blood-red "blade" in front of him was as surprised as him, surprised by another person, and another...
A great sword burning with blazing fire.
"No, no, no!"
Deep in the consciousness space of Xinghe, he was sitting in the throne of the void. In front of him was a large screen in the illusion of several people, showing their situation and resistance.
"I clearly understand the dirty tricks of humans, how could I be seen through by them so easily!"
There were angry voices, angry fists hitting the armrests of the chairs, and directly above the screens of several people, a figure of a person was displayed on a huge screen.
"Yaoluo."
Just like a mummy lying in a coffin, Yao Luo lay quietly in nothingness without any reaction, as if he was really dead. With his short black hair and black top, his body became more and more nihilistic, as if blending with the space. As one body.
Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Yaoluo's condition was still stable, these people were just struggling in his own hands. He could create thousands of similar illusions with just a raise of his hands.
Just as Xinghe was thinking about how to torture a few people, a familiar voice that made his hair crawl was heard from behind.
"Joker, what are you doing again?"
