MTL - Welcome to the Nightmare Game-Chapter 133 The dream of the Holy Mother (23)
The sand of the countercurrent, reset the cooling time of the skill card [SL Dafa].
Archive, drink the blood of the devil.
Detonate all the miniature bombs.
A loud bang, a violent explosion blasted the high platform deep in the temple into a ruin.
At the moment of reading the file, the devil "fallen" was gone, and the resurrected Qile returned to the state of the archive. At that time, he had not drank the blood of the demon, he was still a personal class!
The fragile human body appeared in the most central position of the explosion, and was instantly thrown out by the waves, and fell heavily on the ground, stopping for a few more laps.
Some skin burns, multiple fractures, bruises and bruises are countless, but these injuries can not be judged as fatal injuries, SL skills have not read the second time, there is still a dust smoke, Qi Le people tearing heart Coughing up, the blood deposited on the chest spurted out of the mouth, full of **** smell.
It hurts, it hurts, and even breathing becomes a kind of torture, which makes people feel uncomfortable.
The eyes were blurred, the vision was stained with hot blood, and the Qi Le people clasped the dagger with the only intact right hand and stabbed toward his chest.
This body has lost its combat power and he must read the file again.
The tip of the dagger had not touched the chest, and it was stopped by an incredible force. The Qi Le people trembled fiercely, looking incredulously at the chaos in the smoke.
In the smoke after the explosion, a figure is coming down from the throne of the ruins.
The dust and smoke gradually dissipated, and the safe and devil king walked toward him at an elegant pace. He said with approval: "Perfect acting, precise psychological grasp, unexpected surprise attack, in order to let me relax my vigilance and even drink the blood. ... The only regret is that everything you have carefully prepared still can't smooth the gap in strength."
Su He stopped in front of the Qi Le people and looked down at him gently and pitifully.
In the past, one minute and one second, the hand that Qi Le people held the dagger could not move, and the countdown of SL skills was running low.
Qi Le people stared at him, but the trembling hand was unable to send the dagger into his heart. The devil looked at him with a smile and watched him step into the abyss of despair.
Five seconds, four seconds, three seconds, two seconds, one second... skill cooldown countdown 0:59:59.
"It seems that time is up." Seeing the hope of the Qi Le people's eyes dimmed, Su and Fu □, gently took the dagger from his hands.
Qi Le people looked at him indifferently. He had realized that he could not escape. Although Su He’s expression was still gentle, his unrestrained resistance had already angered him. The fraudulent devil did not accept the deception of the ants.
"There is no reading, indicating that your injury is not fatal at this time, but as long as you apply a little, you have to say goodbye to this world, musicians." Su He played with the Qi Le people's dagger, eyes with a cold smile "He is very curious, when you really face the test of death, what is your choice?"
The sharp knife pointed out the throat and the blood rushed out. This level of pain was not worth mentioning at the time, but the Qile people knew that the injury would be fatal.
The blood will quickly block the respiratory tract, and his breathing will become more and more difficult. If he is not treated, he will die of suffocation after a few minutes, or he will lose too much blood.
Su He stood up and placed another goblet filled with blood a few meters away: "Now, you can choose."
Difficulty breathing, no matter how hard he tries to inhale, the trachea blocked by blood foam is getting harder and harder to get enough oxygen, blood is continuously lost, oxygen is decreasing, and consciousness is blurred.
Death is about to come, Qi Le people almost saw the phantom of the **** of death hovering over his head, it is holding a sickle and will wave down...
He does not want to die, he does not want to
No, he won't die, he still has Easter eggs!
But if he easily gives up the struggle to accept death, will Su He believe? If he sees through him, what will he do?
Must... repeat it... once again...
The desire for survival once again appeared in the eyes of Qi Le people, the vision has blurred, he turned his face, looked at the cup of bright red blood a few meters away, the **** lips twitched, eager to...
The devil looked at the dying man with interest and ignited the last strength. He turned over hard and dragged his body with his only right hand. He lost more blood and was cut open. The bruises on the throat and the body dragged a shocking blood on the ground, indicating how strong his will is to survive at this moment.
Just a few meters away, he exhausted all his strength.
When he climbed to his destination, the weak man had already breathed. He took the goblet with the last strength. The trembling hand kept the scarlet blood in the cup sway...
He cried, and the broken trachea made his crying like the scream of the night ghost, so harsh, so embarrassing.
The devil likes this kind of voice, watching a strong soul lose its bottom line in the wreckage, becoming degraded and dirty, but he is still struggling to resist, but finally he succumbs to his own desires.
It's really fun.
A crisp sound, the goblet was heavily dropped at the foot of the devil, and the blood sprinkled on the ground.
The devil looked at the dying man unexpectedly, and then confronted his unyielding eyes. He could not speak, the blood flowed out his throat, and he tried to pull his mouth and talk to him. The show reveals a very ridiculous smile.
--go away.
He growled silently.
In the blood of the earth, the beautiful devil smiled: "I really didn't expect that you would do this for him. Human beings, obviously so weak, but always inadvertently unexpected, this is probably a fun place for humans. ""
Qi Le people turned over hard and lay on the back in the ruins.
The slashing trachea was constantly bleeding, and the Qi Le, who was breathless, looked at Su He in the distance without a god. Su He also looked at him. After a moment, he came to him, but stopped in the middle.
"What is it?" Su and his head asked without returning.
In the shadow of the corner, I don’t know when the fuzzy figure appeared there, and Su and Weiwei said: "I want to convey the instructions of my king, the 'goldfish tank' alarm, it is very likely to escape again, my king please Go back and host the big picture."
"It seems that my holiday is over." Su and faintly said, "For me to transfer power, I am now forced to leave the mission, and by the way brought a gift to her."
Another black shadow, the special connection between the devil and the devil can not last long in the field of the nun, it quickly disappeared into the shadows.
In the cold air, Su and the low voice came, mixed with ridicule: "...woman."
The Qi Le people almost could not see anything. The cloak of death has covered his eyes. The air is getting colder and colder. The chill is slowly rising from the ground, and he is dying.
He heard Su He's footsteps stop by him, knowing that the cable of the cable was ringing, and he seemed to squat down and gently opened the hair in front of his forehead.
"I still want to play with you for a while, but unfortunately, the game has to end early. Your good friend won Isabel, on the way, but after calculating the time, he probably won't see you last. No. It was a pity that the law saw his expression at that time." Su and the gentle voice rang in the ears of Qi Le people who died.
"For your courage and perseverance, I will allow you to rest in peace here." A light-hearted kiss fell on the forehead of Qile, and it was a farewell kiss.
"The way it looks is beautiful, but unfortunately, you have not become it after all."
Su and the calm footsteps are getting farther and farther away, disappearing in the ears of Qi Le people.
Qi Le people are dying.
Happy and anxious.
Although the brain is almost stopped, he still understands the dialogue between Su He and the unknown person. He is now in a hurry and will leave immediately, which means that Ning Zhou is safe.
Great... great... really, great.
After seven days, he can be resurrected, as long as the news is conveyed to Ning Zhou...
Qi Le, who had difficulty moving a finger, squeezed out the last glimmer of force from his body. He shook with a blood-stained finger and wrote a 7. He wanted to write another "day", but he tried to do it. I can't move my fingers again with all my strength.
Qi Le’s manpower closed his eyes and his breathing could not continue. Consciousness sank into chaos because of lack of oxygen, and even the pain became slow and psychedelic, as if his soul had begun to gradually get rid of this scar. body of.
He thought confusedly, there is only one number, can Ning Zhou understand what he means?
7 days, he can be resurrected after 7 days, just wait for 7 days...
The memories began to flash in the brain like a film pulled out of the camera, and then settled on a certain piece. At that time, he was in the task of the castle's horror, because he was absent-minded because he thought about the task clues, and Su Hezhen explained the meaning of the numbers to Dr. Lu: "The numbers in the nightmare world are very interesting. Many numbers have special meanings. For example, 4 represents luck. 7 is the representative..."
"I love you."
He made an unforgivable mistake.
The desperate Qi Le people struggled to maintain their breathing, but the blood foam stuck in his throat made him unable to breathe in the air. He widened his eyes and died to erase the blood-written numbers.
He tried his best to squeeze out the last force from the nerves, from the bone marrow, from every organ that was about to stop working, to erase the number, but he could do nothing.
He can't move, and he can't move at all.
The tears of remorse shed from the corner of his eyes. He cried, not the tears from the show when he faced the demon king, nor the cry of fear when he died, but the tears that really lost control, and he couldn’t stop it.
This fear of despair even exceeds his fear of death itself, the consciousness of dissipating is screaming, struggling, and repenting. He couldn't imagine, nor could he imagine the expression of Ning Zhou when he saw it - this simple figure might be the last straw that destroyed Ning Zhou.
The world slowly sinks into the dark abyss of death.
He remembered the difference a few hours ago. At that time, the sky was so dark. He was brave enough to ask Ning Zhou if he wanted to go with him. The timid heart made him even dare not wait until Ning Zhou’s answer was in a hurry. Say goodbye, he always thought they would meet again, so he said: I will be back soon, you have to wait for me! You must wait for me!
What a naive, how stupid self-confidence, fragile and ridiculous in the face of reality.
At the last moment before the consciousness collapsed, Qi Le people saw the day of the Holy Tomb Garden.
At that time, he woke up from the stump that covered the fallen flowers, followed Dr. Lu to the place where Su He was. He walked back and looked back, so he saw Ning Zhou.
He stood by the broken wood and looked at him from afar.
Then restraint, so alienated, but so gentle, there are too many emotions deposited in his blue eyes, like the sky and the sea that embraces everything.
He suddenly wanted to ask Ning Zhou, how many times did he look at him like this? How many times has he missed this kind of return?
Ning Zhou is always so lonely and so silent, all the pain is deeply buried in his heart, without saying a word.
If he does not look back, he will never see such gentleness.
He will never know how much this love is suppressed to the extreme.
Just a little bit, it is forever.
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Passing through the broken stone pillars and numerous broken statues, Ning Zhou walked forward without squinting and finally came to the Temple Cathedral.
The first half of the temple has been severely damaged, with solemnity and history written under the stars.
Ning Zhou quickly walked to the depths of the hall and looked at the two huge stone gates.
The earth is still shaking, and the destruction has already played the end of the movement.
Ning Zhou took a deep breath and the pain in his abdomen was burning. He crossed a cross on his chest and pushed the stone door open.
The huge Madonna and the dragon that was pierced against the scales rushed to the surface, occupying the human vision. Ning Zhou’s line of sight followed the shocking blood marks on the ground and kept chasing the familiar figure that fell to the ground.
The heartbeat stops at this moment, whether it is heaven or hell, it no longer exists at this moment.
He didn't know how he came to him and fell there.
The brown eyes that didn't close together looked hollowly at the front, and there were still dry tears in the corners of his eyes. His blood-stained fingers stopped on a reddish-brown number.
At this moment before his death, he is saying -
I love you.
Deep in the dark hall, there was a crying of his depression. Under the testimony of the Holy Mother and the devil's widow, a devout believer finally acknowledged the love of Jude, who was not allowed by the gods.
But this is too late, and he lost him forever at the moment he got love.
