Xie Zhi walked to Xiao Zhimiao holding little Sethia's body. He looked at her eyes filled with hatred and opened his mouth to say something, but finally swallowed what he wanted to say.
He just felt that something was not right about her state.
Xu Zhilan snorted at him: "You are a good person, but a monster old witch deserves your mercy?"
Xie Zhi looked at Xiao Zhimiao for a moment: "I don't pity her."
I just didn't want Xiao Zhimiao to lose control of her emotions and let hatred swallow up her reason.
Xiao Zhimiao took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, calmed down her emotions, picked up little Sethia from his arms, and walked towards the teleportation array.
After taking two steps, she looked back at little Sethia.
She stood there without moving. The two of them looked at each other for a moment, with some unspeakable meaning in their eyes. Little Sethia moved her fingers slightly, and the thorn flew towards her and penetrated her shoulder blade.
Xiao Zhimiao summoned Xu Zhilan's Qiansi and slapped her hard.
The players looked at the two people who were originally nice but suddenly changed their faces, and were stunned for a moment.
Xu Zhilan saw that Xiao Zhimiao's body was covered with wounds scratched by thorns. He wanted to step forward to help her, but was held tightly by her consciousness.
This time, it was Xiao Zhimiao's consciousness that controlled him, not little Sethia's.
Xie Zhi also took a step forward. Xiao Zhimiao glanced at him coldly. He was startled, understood something, and took two steps back.
Other players who wanted to step forward to help were blocked by little Sethia's thorns.
The two of them fought their way into the teleportation array.
At this time, the big golden tree was still standing strong and did not fall down. Hunter Pan Sen had already been waiting at the golden tree. He heard the movement and drew the bow in his hand to full capacity.
Little Sethia wrapped Xiao Zhimiao with thorns, pulled her towards her and hugged her, whispering in her ear: "Pan Sen must die."
After that, he pushed her away.
Pan Sen pointed his bow full of arrows at her, tightening his grip again and again.
Xiao Zhimiao glanced at him and placed the body of little Sethia in his arms on the ground.
Little Sethia walked to her body and squatted down, lifted the clothes that covered her, looked at this face, she said: "I always thought that being killed by Pantheon was my final return, only his arrows Can kill me.”.
She looked up at Xiao Zhimiao and smiled: "But seeing that you seem to be doing well now, it doesn't seem so difficult."
Xiao Zhimiao held back the sadness in her heart and smiled at little Sethia: "Well, I'm living a good life now."
Little Sethia put her hands on her body, and there was a trace of self-mockery in her eyes: "Sure enough, it's better to lie to yourself so that you can believe it."
After saying that, she fell down, and her soul left Xia Dou's body and returned to her own body.
Little Sethia opened her eyes and climbed up from the grass. Without the golden saplings, the wounds on her body could not be recovered. The heavy rain stopped at some point, and she walked towards Panson step by step, dripping with water. The wet muddy ground was stained red.
Pan Sen finally let go of his hand, and the arrow flew towards little Sethia. The next second, a white light flashed, and a figure stood in front of her. Even though he used a defensive shield and weapon to block it, he His whole body was still smashed by the arrows, with a big hole in his chest, and blood splattered on little Sethia's face.
"Little witch, yes...I'm sorry."
Zhou Ning lay on the ground and looked at her, wanting to say something to her, but blood kept coming out of his throat.
He remembered that when he first entered this dungeon and saw this little girl, she looked at him with pleading eyes: "My flesh hasn't grown yet, can you wait a moment?"
In front of him was a living person of flesh and blood. How could he be treated as a game? How could this be a game?
Oh, this world is really a world of lunatics.
Crazy, everyone is crazy, he is crazy too.
Xiao Zhimiao was stunned for a moment when she saw the scene in front of her. When she realized what she wanted to do
When he was treated, he had already passed away.
The last golden holy fruit fell from the golden tree that had not yet burned out.
Little Sethia looked down at him for a moment, then walked past him to meet her death at this moment.
For her future self, she would do anything but die once.
Pan Sen drew his bow again, and Xiao Zhimiao slowly drew his bow and pointed it at him.
Within a few breaths, the two bows and arrows shot out at the same time.
The moment Pan Sen felt Xiao Zhimiao's arrow flying towards him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
He has taught a good student.
It would be nice to have someone to succeed him.
Pan Sen was shot through the heart by Xiao Zhimiao's arrow and fell down, but little Sethia was still standing there fine. His arrow missed the target and flew past her cheek.
He didn't kill little Sethia, even though he knew he would die.
Xiao Zhimiao and little Sethia showed the same silent expression.
Why bother with this last mercy? She was going to die anyway.
Seeing Pan Sen raising and retracting his bow with difficulty, Xiao Zhimiao understood something.
He didn't want to kill little Sethia, but wanted her to do it herself.
Little Sethia looked back at Xiao Zhimiao, "Use his bow to kill me, the same thing."
We can still complete our tasks.
Xiao Zhimiao understood. After a moment of silence, she and little Sethia walked up to Pan Sen.
His hand weakly patted the bow: "Take...go..."
Xiao Zhimiao knelt down and picked up his bow, watching as his hands continued to fumble and his lips were murmuring as he wanted to say something.
Xiao Zhimiao, who was about to stand up, paused and moved closer to him with his ears facing him.
"rose......"
Xiao Zhimiao: "What?"
"Rose...."
Panson resisted the death that wanted to pull him into the abyss, insisting on telling Sethia his last obsession.
Xiao Zhimiao was puzzled: "What rose?"
Little Sethia spoke up: "He wanted to be forgiven and wanted to be at peace before he died."
Sethia's mother had helped him, but he had her killed, trapping her in the golden tree for years, doing the same things as the other villagers.
He is a witch hunter, but he protects the little witch in an extreme way.
Even if she was killed in the end, she didn't shoot the last arrow.
He wanted to ask her for a rose, a flower created by her crimson magic power. The crimson magic power was inherited from her mother, because her mother practiced both holy magic power and dark magic power at the same time, but the crimson magic power she inherited It was so thin that it was negligible, and was suppressed to death by her divine blood, but because of being tortured day and night, the crimson magic was tempered from her flesh and blood soul.
Roses are her favorite and a symbol that she can protect herself.
Pan Sen wanted to eliminate his guilt and atone for his sins, so he asked her for a rose.
But she won't forgive.
Little Sethia looked at the bow in Xiao Zhimiao's hand, and she felt what she was thinking.
"Just think of it as a deal."
Little Sethia said to Panson: "You teach me archery, and I take your bow. There is only a transaction between us."
After saying that, little Sethia put her hand slightly above Panson, and a rose bloomed on his blood-stained chest.
Pan Sen smelled the fragrance of the roses, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face. His hand slipped from his chest, and he finally breathed his last.
"bring it on."
Sethia's face was so pale that it was almost transparent. She showed a helpless smile to Xiao Zhimiao: "It seems that you still have to do it yourself."
Xiao Zhimiao took the bow and swung it, and the bow turned into a sharp blade exuding black energy. She walked up to Sethia, hugged her with one hand, and pierced the sharp blade into her chest with the other hand.
Little Sethia's body was so limp that she fell to the ground, blood rushed to her throat, and she was choked.
He kept coughing up blood from his mouth.
Xiao Zhimiao looked at her like this, and her breathing gradually became a little heavy. She held the sharp blade in her hand tightly, and there was a crack in her numb expression.
She thought, why doesn't she go crazy and become a real evil god.
What is she insisting on, what is she insisting on...
"Little cicada..."
Little Sethia lay on the ground and looked at her. Her whole body was enveloped in a bright firelight, as if she were standing under real sunlight.
Xiao Zhimiao's eyes gradually became clear when he heard little Sethia calling her.
Yes, it's because the strength is not enough, not enough to drag out the people behind the scenes, not enough to fight against those gods.
She knelt down and half held little Sethia in her arms.
Little Sethia coughed twice and coughed out the blood stuck in her throat: "Really, why don't you stab my heart? My body is too hard and I can't even die."
After saying that, she smiled, raised her hand and slapped Xiao Zhimiao's face weakly: "I lied to you, I'm dead, but I still have something to say to you..."
"His bow is actually a god-level one, but it can only be a god-level one in your hand, because it is a bow made from my bones and has my mother's curse seal on it. Ahem... "
After saying this, she twitched her lips and looked at Xiao Zhimiao with gentle eyes: "Xiao Zhi, do you want to see your mother?"
After saying that, she lowered her eyes again: "Forget it, you don't have the memory of your mother..."
Xiao Zhimiao touched her face and smiled with difficulty: "I want to see it."
Little Sethia: "Okay, I'll give you all my happiest memories. You have to keep them well and don't throw them away. As for other memories, just do whatever you want..."
Xiao Zhimiao put his forehead on little Sethia's head, closed his eyes, and a drop of hot tear fell on little Sethia's forehead, fell to the corner of her eye, and fell with her tears.
A gentle light lit up between their foreheads, and broken images flashed before Xiao Zhimiao's eyes.
"Cethia, come here, mommy made you a new dress."
The woman called gently to the three or four year old child.
"Mom, I'm still learning to draw new spell seals. Once I learn the new spells, they will definitely not dare to bully us."
"Sesia, I told you not to use these spells against ordinary people."
Sethia was dissatisfied: "They are not ordinary people. They are worse than the wolves in the wild forest. They smashed up my mother's potion shop and stole all the potions. They also said bad things about my mother."
