Chapter 90: Abandoned Building No. 7 20 (Kindergarten)

Oh no!

We are here specifically to catch them.

Little Yili forced a smile and said, "It's over, Xiao Liuzi, what should we do?"

"What should I do? Xiaoliuzi didn't know what to do." Bill Xiaoliu felt that his future was bleak, and he was still discovered by him.

He could have met anyone else, but he had to meet the most perverted Bill Seventeen.

"Do I think it's too late for us to run now?" Little Yili asked Bill Xiaoliu quietly.

Bill Xiaoliu: “…”

What do you think!

"Run, run, run! You run first! You must find your memory, okay? Just find your memory crystal ball and smash it."

"How do I know which one is my memory?"

"I don't know either. It seems like it's about feeling it with your heart. I forgot the rest. It's up to you! I'll help you drag it first, you go quickly."

Upon hearing this, little Yili turned around and ran without hesitation.

Bill Xiaoliu originally thought that he could still hear a few reluctant and sentimental words from Xiao Yili.

As a result, she actually left without any hesitation!

At that moment, he felt extremely desolate in his heart.

What a selfish brat!

When Seventeen was about to step forward to grab the person, someone grabbed his hand.

Bill Xiaoliu, with a red turtle painted all over his face, pulled him with a cold expression: "What do you want to do?"

Seventeen looked at Xiaoliu with a smile: "I just want to get to know your good friend, is that not even possible? Xiaoliu is really selfish."

"Oh, I learned to be selfish from you."

Xiaoliu looked at Seventeen in a sarcastic tone, and the next second he felt a pain in his scalp.

"It seems that Xiaoliu still hasn't learned his lesson, but there's no need. The master already knows what you've done. The master told me that from now on, the undead will only need me and Twenty-Three."

Seventeen grabbed Xiaoliu's hair and lifted him up without mercy, watching him struggle in his hands like a little chicken.

Xiao Liu's face turned pale with pain, and his voice was dry and filled with anger and shock: "What do you mean by that?"

"What you're saying is that the Memory Palace no longer needs a weak, foolish creature bent on betraying its master."

…

Little Yili was searching for his memories everywhere.

The densely packed crystal balls placed on these shelves make one's scalp tingle.

I want to find my own memories in these crystal balls.

It is undoubtedly as difficult as climbing to the sky.

She went to see and listen to them one by one.

Some strange fragments of memory emerged in the crystal ball.

No, neither.

There was a loud crash in the distance, and the shelves slowly fell down one by one.

Little Yili stopped.

Won't these memories return to their owners?

If she doesn't look for her memories, it would be better if she destroyed them all.

What are you looking for!

Blow them all up!

Little Yili got so angry that he decided to take violent measures.

She remembered the cannon she had summoned in a hurry and forced herself to calm down.

Give me some big bombs, give me some big bombs!

The next second, all the surrounding crystal shelves disappeared, and what followed were piles of huge bombs like small hills.

Each bomb was as big as her head and had an automatic timing device on it.

"The wishing stone has fulfilled its wish. The wish transaction has been completed. It has absorbed several A-grade memory crystal balls and a B-grade decorative steel frame. The resulting item is a ■■■■-grade bomb. Please use with caution."

Little Yili swallowed his saliva.

Wishing stone?

Wish transaction?

So, she exchanged her previous things for other things?

She didn't dare to think about whether her memory had also been eaten up by the wishing stone.

Little Yili had no time to think, as the battle in the distance became more and more intense.

She put away the pile of bombs, took them out one by one using the same method as before, studied how to use them, and then began her own explosive search.

She was afraid she wouldn't be able to find it, so she placed an extra bomb in each place.

There are plenty of bombs anyway, so there is no need to be afraid.

Seventeen, who was fighting, pierced Xiaoliu's thin chest with his hand, and there was nothing inside.

The originally delicate and cute Xiao Liuru was as fragile as a piece of white paper, ready to break at any moment. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Shiqi, you must kill me, otherwise, I will kill you."

Seventeen, who was always arrogant, sneered when he heard this: "Really?"

He turned his hands and his expression changed: "Where's your heart?"

"Guess what?" Even though Xiaoliu was seriously injured and his life was in his hands, he still couldn't stop talking nonsense: "Are you surprised, big idiot!"

Seventeen laughed in anger: "Do you really think that I can't kill you just because you hid your heart?"

"Yeah?"

Xiaoliu tilted his head, his body covered in blood, like a little madman. He quickly pulled out a blood-red dagger from his waist, and before Shiqi could react, he cut off the thing that was beating wildly in his heart.

Seventeen's face turned pale instantly.

"Use bones as blades, feed them with essence and blood, sharpen the blades from severed limbs, and cut off all undead." Xiao Liu lowered his head, his voice sinister, his eyes full of madness: "Thank you, Seventeen, for helping me complete this last step."

Seventeen looked at the broken wound that could never be repaired and looked at Xiaoliu in shock: "Are you going to die? You lunatic!"

Essence and blood are the most precious things for the undead.

It is equivalent to the second life of the undead.

There are only two drops on each undead, but he is not afraid of death and uses one of them to nourish this forbidden weapon.

"Rather than being destroyed, we'd rather die together. Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Just because I seem weak, you're trying to divide my power. Neither you nor that bastard will be in any good! I've wanted to do this for a long time, you idiot!"

If little Yili saw Xiao Liuzi like this, he would probably be so shocked that he would drop a bomb on him.

Is this still the little Liuzi who loves to cry?

Seventeen laughed: "Idiot, you really think that with this knife, you can..."

Bang!

Before Seventeen could finish his words, the red light in the distance broke through the towering ceiling, revealing a 'sky' covered in thick black fog.

A heat wave swept over, and countless memory crystal balls exploded around them.

The countless explosions distracted Seventeen.

The next second, the blade pierced his heart and the sharp canine teeth bit his white neck.

Xiaoliu madly absorbed Seventeen's power and then crushed his vital point.

Xiaoliu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the dagger in his hand shattered at this moment.

"I told you, we're going to die together, Brother Seventeen. Are you happy?"

Xiaoliu's smile at this moment was pure and bloody, like the Lycoris radiata blooming on the other side of the underworld. Even if it was covered in blood, it couldn't hide its enchanting and crazy temperament. Seventeen's disbelief was reflected in her beautiful eyes.

How could it be killed?

How could it be...

Xiaoliu slammed to the ground.

Seventeen turned into foam and disappeared in front of him.

"Hahaha, I won. See? Sir, I'm not some dispensable piece of trash."

Xiaoliu's body turned into pieces and was slowly disintegrating. He looked at the ceiling with a cold look, as if he was looking through it at someone.

When Xiaoliu just opened his eyes, he saw only endless darkness.

He has a weak body, insignificant abilities, and only an ordinary red paintbrush as his tool to protect himself.

"May I have your name?"

The gentleman pulled it out of the darkness and asked it gently and kindly.

"I don't have a name."

It is confused and doesn't know where to go or what the future holds.

"Then call me Xiaoliu."

"Why?"

"Because you're only six."

"who I am?"

"The undead guarding this place."

"who are they?"

"Your brothers, Seventeen and Twenty-Three, you must get along well from now on."

It looked timidly at two men of different heights and temperaments in the distance, who were looking at it with unfriendly expressions.

"The gentleman has sent another one."

"The previous one is dead, and you still don't give up."

"Then let us give this newcomer a proper welcome."

(End of this chapter)