Gradually, Sijiu's eyes calmed down.
She watched all this 'calmly' without saying a word.
He calmly watched as his elder brother was thrown into the floor by an iron golem nearly three meters tall, and he was unable to get up for a long time.
He calmly watched as his second brother was struggling to deal with the two iron golems in front of him when the sinister 'black shadow' behind him pierced his shoulder.
He calmly watched as Qi Yan smashed an iron golem that was twice his size, and at that moment, his arms and legs were also twisted by the other party.
…
There was killing everywhere, and it was bloody everywhere.
Si Jiu was calm and numb, and then his heart was gripped by the despair brought about by the bloody massacre.
'Why do you want to live?'
'I wish you were dead.'
"If you had died earlier, you wouldn't have implicated so many innocent people..."
'Hehehe, why aren't you dead yet?'
"Shut up... Shut up..." She staggered backward, trying to escape from the cruel scenes in the mirror, but the mirror was everywhere. Even if she closed her eyes, she could still hear the voices. There was nowhere to escape.
With a ding sound.
Amid the whispers of the demons, there was a very abrupt voice that immediately attracted Si Jiu's attention.
She held on to the chair with one hand to steady herself, breathing softly, and turned her head to look.
Then he saw a silver-gleaming dinner knife lying on the ground just two steps away from him.
That dinner knife was different from all the other dinner knives Si Jiu had ever seen. The blade was pointed and the edge looked very sharp, as if it had been specially sharpened for her.
She stared at the knife, her brain seemed to be rusted.
There is no way to think for yourself, and there is no way not to think.
Because there were ten thousand voices in her head, which finally converged into one voice, urging her and bewitching her.
Finally, her toes moved forward a little bit.
Soon, her movements went from slow to fast, her white fingertips touched the cold silverware, she pinched the handle of the knife and picked it up, and a few seconds later, she sat on the only high-backed chair in the mirror room.
Because the knife is too fast.
So when the wrist was cut for the first time, I didn't seem to feel any pain.
The blood soon gushed out, and only then did I feel the pain.
Bright red liquid dripped onto the hem of her pure white skirt, just a few drops at first, like red plum blossoms falling on the snow.
"It looks pretty good." Si Jiu chuckled and applied a little more pressure on the knife with his fingers.
The blood no longer dripped like water drops, but flowed like a winding stream.
Small patches of blood spread out, staining the entire hem of the skirt red.
As expected, I still like red. Red is the most beautiful and festive color.
As she thought about this, she felt a little cold, so she shrank her neck and her consciousness gradually became a little blurry.
Should be wearing a red skirt.
She thought so.
Maybe when the pain point reaches a certain level, it will become numb and there will be no perception.
She didn't remember clearly what she had done, but she was thinking, would the wound stop bleeding after a certain period of time?
What if he doesn’t bleed enough and doesn’t die, then wouldn’t all the pain be in vain?
Then she vaguely remembered that she seemed to raise her hand and stab herself several times in various places on her body.
When I pricked myself, all the annoying noises in my ears seemed to disappear all of a sudden.
Great, it’s finally quiet.
She leaned on the chair, her head tilted as she gradually became weak, and the picture she faced was of the handsome knight being pinched by a huge iron golem.
This handsome gentleman now looked extremely miserable, his blond hair was messy and sticky with blood, and the pair of white gloves that he never took off were also covered in blood.
It was obvious that he was almost suffocated by the giant iron golem.
But there was still a stubborn light in his blue eyes.
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