After-night talk, all the legends are written, love and hate are scrawled
It's really embarrassing...
Lying on the ground with no temperature, everything is gray, like the opposite world. Looking at the dark sky, there is no big black thing covered with dark clouds, only the strong and unique atmosphere in the dark world is surging all the time.
There was an almost numb pain in my body.
His hands and feet were burnt to a crisp, his internal organs had been destroyed by the huge blows, and many ribs had been broken. Sword marks and penetrating wounds were imprinted on his chest, and on top of all of this...
It is the absolute ice that blocks everything.
Really....
How embarrassing...
Thinking of the sword in the frozen world before, the dark figure somehow pulled out the spiritual abyss of the burning brother, and unleashed a sword beyond imagination. Arakawa laughed at himself.
"No, I have to...leave quickly..."
After all, this is the world of monsters...
The A-level immortal cultivator has a strong vitality, supporting Arakawa to struggle up from the ground despite the serious injuries that were on the verge of death at this moment, lowering his weak eyes that might faint at any time,
He held the ancient sword - Dragon Emperor, and looked at the fairy sword that had been with him for who knows how long. It was now covered with frost. He raised his head in defeat, because at this moment he no longer even had the strength to keep his gaze from falling.
I should be lucky...
Open a gap that leads to the reality.
It's much simpler than opening the location corresponding to reality at this moment...
This is Arakawa's only thought at the moment.
It's not faith, it's not the desire to live, it's not the fear of death. Something else is supporting Arakawa, who is on the verge of death at this moment, and supporting him to lift the ancient sword - Dragon Emperor.
Supporting him to live for who knows how many years...
Every A-level participant has lived a long time, and every A-level participant has his or her own legend.
Excellent and extraordinary, they naturally have their own life-saving trump cards...
Or maybe it was because he had been exposed to the world of Night War for a short period of time. Fangran didn't know this. Although Arakawa was seriously injured by him and was almost half dead, as long as he escaped back to the real world at this moment and spent decades, he could still recover.
Although there will definitely be a price to pay.
However, the moment Arakawa raised his sword!
A coquettish voice that he had never considered, a charming and low voice, and a strange chuckle sounded out of thin air.
"Ha, finally... found you."
The movement suddenly stopped, and Arakawa opened his eyes in disbelief, looking at the figure that emerged from the dark rose-patterned magic circle.
One snow-white shoulder was exposed to the air, tied with the knot of an elegant black skirt. Under the black cloth hood, her beautiful, almost coquettish face had a smile, and her violet pupils were filled with burning paranoia.
Arakawa looked at the witch, never expecting that it would be her who appeared in front of him at this moment and caused despair.
"cough...."
He raised his head and coughed up pieces of flesh and blood. Even when he saw the witch, Arakawa could still smile as gently as before.
"I didn't expect...that...it would be you..."
His body was a little unstable. He held the ancient sword-Dragon King that was inserted back into the ground with both hands. He couldn't stop coughing blood because he forced himself to speak:
"Even the people from Wanderer's Song are here..."
"I've wanted to know for a long time, all the time... all the time... all the time..."
The witch opened her enchanting violet eyes with a smile, and spoke with a seductive and slightly hoarse voice. She kept repeating her obsessive words and stared at Arakawa at this moment.
"What kind of person is this person who is interfering with my doll's life behind the scenes?"
After saying this, the witch suddenly smiled with satisfaction.
"Surprisingly, he is a very interesting person."
Then she opened her cold and ruthless violet eyes, still smiling and said:
"Then, go to hell."
In an instant, darkness roared, the power of the dark world made the participants' abilities even more noisy, and seven darknesses rose into the sky from around the witch!
The most magical and mysterious number, the dark dots at 'seven' are connected into an uneven but perfectly stable body. The terrifying and ominous 'dolls', arrogance, anger, laziness, greed, jealousy, gluttony and lust are smiling in the world.
The witch is summoned from behind!
Then they swarmed towards Arakawa!
The ancient sword Dragon Emperor pulled it out desperately, squeezing out the last bit of strength from this broken body at the cost of overdrafting the remaining life span. Arakawa screamed with tears in his throat!
"Absolute Sword - Yue Lingyuan!!"
At the last moment, I could use it...
The second before he was submerged by the pitch-black monsters, Arakawa thought in ecstasy with his pupils widened.
Is it still the sword skill taught by Brother Jiangran?
boom!
Every A-level participant has lived a long time, and every A-level participant has his or her own legend...
But no matter how legendary the story is... there will come a time when it is all written down.
The ancient sword Dragon King flew out of his hand. Arakawa, whose eyes were half-closed and helpless, looked like a dead person. He looked at the dark monsters that were about to engulf him and planned to slowly close his eyes.
Is there nothing else I can do...Forget it, maybe that's enough...
The moment I gave up,
Half a century of hard work, fatigue, and loneliness seemed to burst out all at once, making him smile at the end and laugh at himself.
I used my life-saving trump card to deceive the young man, escaped into the dark world, and lived in an ugly way. Is it still inevitable that I will die in the end...
It's really embarrassing... Arakawa...
Looking at the powerful, weird and terrifying dark monsters in front of me, my sword light was easily swallowed up by the monsters with their huge saw-toothed mouths.
But just at this second!
Among the seven pitch-black monsters, the most powerful one held the death scythe and the skeleton-chained 'Arrogance' suddenly turned around, grasped the terrifying giant scythe in his hand, and waved it away to repel its companions!
"Um?"
A hint of curiosity appeared on the enchanting and mysterious face of the witch, and she waved her hand to stop the other dolls from pursuing.
I saw a crack suddenly cut out of 'Arrogance', and then the huge body suddenly struggled to a halt. A figure reluctantly emerged from the darkness, grabbed Arakawa and pushed him back.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The moment the two of them got close, what Arakawa saw in his incredibly wide pupils was Yaogawa's struggling expression with pride and disdain, and the opposite.
The weak sneer that he had worked for half a century to reach this point did not change his unkind tone until the last moment.
"Arakawa, I don't love you."
Then she pushed him hard, and the pride holding the sickle returned again. Her figure was once again captured by the darkness and returned to her body. The doll named "Pride" returned to the control of the witch again.
Arakawa was left alone once again lying on his back on the ground of the dark world.
Every A-level participant has lived a long time, and every A-level participant has his or her own legend...
Even they...will have love and hate,
Even if it's too sloppy.
"Aren't you going to run away?"
At some point, a coquettish figure with a black cloth cloak covering one side of his body had stood next to Arakawa, who was lying on his back. He looked at Arakawa and asked with a chuckle.
"Ahem...heh, forget it."
His vision was completely blurry, but perhaps because he was so close to death, his words became much clearer.
The witch looked at the dark arrogance not far away, with a charming arc, her eyes flashed with mysterious violet light, and she smiled softly and said as if she was looking at something that interested her:
"She used something that I didn't even notice. It might be a trump card she prepared for her own escape, just to keep you alive. Doesn't it matter if it's such a waste?"
Arakawa smiled when he heard the most disgusting and feared puppet witch in the night battle world asking himself.
"I have wasted a lot, ever since she joined the tide without thinking of anything in return..."
His eyes could not see anything, only darkness. Arakawa seemed to be answering his own chuckle, but he was just murmuring weakly.
"And I don't know what else I can do with my life. It would be too pitiful for her to be alone and imprisoned by you forever, losing herself and feeling. So..."
There was only darkness in front of him, so he simply closed his eyes slowly, sighing with satisfaction as if he had gotten a good rest.
"To 'die' together like this is the last repayment I can give her."
"What a pity. Even if she reaches this point, it seems that you are not in love with her."
The witch looked at her arrogant doll and said with a chuckle, while the broken figure lying on the ground, Arakawa, who might die completely at any time, hoarse after hearing the witch's words.
"Ah...yeah."
Tears slowly and silently flowed from his closed eyes, and it was unclear whether the smile on the corner of his mouth was the same smile as before or the bitterness of half a century.
"I can't do it... I can't do it... I can do anything... Compared to ordinary people who don't know where they come from..."
At the end of his life, Arakawa once again tried his best to open his eyes wide, begging and struggling as if he wanted to see the dark blue skirt.
"Can't I win her love?"
He couldn't see anything, and tears flowed silently from his eyes, drifting into the dark world along with his slightly weak words.
"Even if I plan to ruin the night with my own hands tonight...she doesn't want to see me..."
It seemed that he had exhausted all his remaining strength just to open his eyes, and the vitality disappeared. But at the last moment, Arakawa, who opened his eyes wide, seemed to see the scene he wanted to see——
That was more than half a century ago. He walked up the bluestone steps leading to the bamboo forest in the mountains with vigilance and vigilance. The girl standing above him with a sweet smile and a colorful skirt chuckled and spoke.
-'My name is Linlang, welcome to join the night club'-
"Obviously as long as you show up...no matter...whatever the situation..."
I'm willing to stop immediately...
He moved his lips, opened his pleading eyes, lost all power and spoke softly in his heart, uttering the last words.
Then the dark "dolls" opened the black curtain, swallowed up his and the witch's bodies, and disappeared from the dark world. No one saw what happened in this dark world.
Although it is slightly different from what the outside world knows, the A-class participant Nishui-Arakawa completely fell at this moment.
On this night, legends are written all over, love and hate are scrawled...
