"Fuck, what kind of crappy gun is this? I can't even hit it once!?"

In front of the shooting prize booth, the black-and-white lady threw down her toy gun, which had run out of ammunition, and stretched out her hand to the boy next to her: "Give it to me!"

The young boy opened his mouth wide and looked at the older sister who had a bad temper and even worse skills. The word "no" was clearly on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't utter it at all. He could only purse his lips and hand over the toy gun in his hand.

The stall owner was hesitant to speak, after all, the black and white lady refused to give a penny and just snatched the toy guns bought by the children to play with. In just a short time, more than a dozen children had become victims. However, because the children did not dare to resist, others thought that the black and white lady knew the children, so no one said anything.

On the contrary, a player with such a poor level aroused the challenge desire of passers-by, and everyone thought "If it were me, I would definitely be able to hit the target" - and in fact it was true.

"Her gun skills are still so poor."

Under the lamppost not far from the stall, stood a masked man in a windbreaker and a quiet lady with long hair. They were the End Viewer and the Silver Lamp Mirror Master.

"Although all magicians have shortcomings, for magicians who have entered the realm of God, 'shortcomings' generally mean that they are only at the silver level, not that they are completely unable to master it." The Mirror Master smiled and covered his mouth, "Examples like the Black Mage are extremely rare."

"Um."

"I had guessed that you would loosen their chains a little, but they didn't believe me. The Black Demon said that you were crazy too, the Phantom Demon thought I was crazy, and the Sword Demon didn't say anything, but it was obvious that he didn't think you would do that."

"They all think you are unkind, but I know that's not the case. It's a rare opportunity to return to reality, and we've been asleep for so long. Even if it's just to be in a good mood for the next action, you'll let us relax a little."

"What's more, unlike the rest of us, the hometown of the Phantom Demon has disappeared into history, the hometown of the Black Demon is a small room, and my hometown... no matter when it was, it was destroyed by my own hands." The Mirror Master said softly: "But Jialeshi is the Sword Demon's second hometown. It's a rare opportunity to return to her hometown. How could you not let her relive her old dreams?"

"Um."

"The plan is progressing so fast. It was supposed to be five years, but now it's almost done in half a year. Senluo was destroyed ahead of schedule, Youmo was resurrected ahead of schedule, and the Source Angel will also fall ahead of schedule. However, this way, Ash and the others have more time to prepare. It's just hard for them to complete such a long journey in such a short time."

"Um."

The mirror owner's voice was gentle and calm, and she looked quiet and elegant in her simple dress. She was so beautiful in the crowded pedestrian street that people couldn't bear to disturb her. Although her words did not receive a serious response, the mirror owner did not care and carefully talked about the past, the present, and the future.

There is always someone who wants to speak, and someone who doesn't want to listen. It's always like this.

"Hit, hit, I hit it!"

After throwing hundreds of rounds of ammunition, the black and white lady finally hit a target and happily spun around. The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief and quickly settled the prizes and sent the black and white lady away. In fact, he had already lost money - although he only gave away one prize, all the toy guns that the black and white lady had thrown on the table were broken, and he didn't know how much it would cost to repair them.

The boss wanted to say, "I will give you whatever you want," but the black and white lady pointed the gun at him and yelled, "Do you look down on us?", "He must think we can't afford to play with him?", "We must vent our anger" - these three sentences were said by her at the same time - what could the boss do? The boss was also desperate.

"Ah? Do you like that big fox doll? Well, since you want it, I will fulfill your wish!"

Hearing the black-and-white lady mumbling to herself, the stall owner was almost defeated. He had originally wanted to make some money from the Starry Sky Festival, but now he was afraid that he would lose both his capital and interest.

But at this time, the two ladies came over. The elf lady finished the drink in her hand, poured out the ice cubes in the cup, and poured it directly into the back collar of the black and white lady.

"Ah!" The Black Demon shuddered all over and jumped around to shake out the ice.

She was so angry that she threw herself at Youmo, but Youmo took out a milk ice cream and stuffed it into her mouth, saying, "I bet you can't lick this ice cream with just your tongue."

"Ha, how difficult is that!" The Black Demon immediately forgot about the Phantom Demon's great shortcomings and virtues, snatched the ice cream, and stretched out his small clove tongue to lick the white cream that was about to melt on it.

When the attention of passers-by was about to be attracted by the Black Demon, Death Maniac said coldly: "Ghost Demon, have you forgotten that we cannot attract attention--"

"Okay, okay, why are you so serious? You're almost as boring as that bastard." Youmo shrugged and took the ice cream back, then swallowed it into his mouth in one gulp, even stretching his throat slightly. He only pulled out the ice cream stick. This action made passers-by stare with wide eyes, and there was even a man whistle not far away.

The ghost came in front of the dead maniac, opened his mouth and blew a breath of cold milky air on her face, put his arm around her shoulder and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go back. We've been away for so long, I'm afraid that guy thought we were going to kill people and extract souls."

She swung the popsicle stick and shot it into the eye of the whistling man in the distance. The black demon was quite annoyed when he saw this and followed them dejectedly.

Death Maniac glanced at the chaos and screams in the distance and said coldly, "I only doubt you."

"You say that as if you are some good kid." The ghost demon came closer and licked the oil on the corner of the dead man's mouth with his tongue: "It only took you a few years to catch up with my Abyss Sword Demon who has fought for thousands of years. The Starry Kingdom is really lucky to have spent thousands of years to breed a scarlet killer like you."

Faced with the malicious cross-border contact of the Phantom Demon, the Death Maniac did not react at all. Perhaps he did not care, or perhaps he did not care. He was like a sculpture carved out of time.

It was not until Youmo mentioned a name that the scarlet red that seemed to be frozen in her eyes began to tremble slightly.

"But I'm afraid your record will be broken by Sonia. After all, she became a legend in less than a year. She will definitely become more brutal than you in the future. But you are her and she is you. You won't mind this, right?"

"impossible."

"It's impossible not to mind?" You Mo blinked, "So you care so much about these false reputations? Oh, yes, you are indeed a very vain person..."

"She can't possibly follow the same path as me." Death Maniac said slowly: "She doesn't need to rely on killing to protect herself."

"But she needs to rely on killing to protect others." The ghost said with a smile: "You should know that the viewer and I cannot plan everything. In fact, the current situation has seriously deviated from our plan. It's like a thin line tied to a boulder, but the other end is hanging on the clouds. It is natural for the thin line to collapse or the cloud to break."

"If the time comes when she has to rely on killing to protect everything, I believe she will be more determined, more ruthless, and more brutal than you."

The Death Maniac suddenly stopped, and the Black Demon behind her bumped into her back, then hugged her, looking at the two people confronting each other curiously like a baby.

"I also believe that she will be stronger than me." Death Maniac said, "But she will not become a sword demon with no bottom line. As long as Ash is here, Sonia will never be a sword demon."

"She is not me, and I am not her."

The ghost did not comment, and gently stroked the dead man's face with the back of his hand: "Really? But all this is just the beginning, and the torrent of fate that follows will only be more intense. If the people she cares about are in danger again, can she really abide by the so-called morality, bottom line, and principles? No one understands better than you and me how fragile these empty and gorgeous shackles are."

"The chains are so fragile only because we have nothing to hold us back."

The Death Maniac grabbed her hand and said coldly: "Fate has already trampled on their first encounter, and they will never forget this helplessness in their lives. If it really happens a second time, even if it is fate, they will tear it into pieces together."

"You completely ignore the trust in reality." You Mo raised his eyebrows: "But what's interesting is that compared to Sonia, you seem to trust Ash more?"

"It can be seen that you are happy that Sonia met Ash. You pay attention to them all the time. You sincerely hope that their relationship will be successful. You are willing to do everything to protect them. But deep down, you can't help yourself from having such thoughts——"

"Why can't I be the one to be happy?"

The black demons behind him nodded repeatedly, and seventeen voices rang out at the same time: "Yes, yes, why can't it be us!?"

Death Maniac said coldly: "Youmo, you couldn't even seduce me in your prime. Now you think you can force me to be your pioneer with just a few words?"

The ghost spread his hands: "Don't you think the viewer is too dictatorial and rigid? If we were to resurrect ourselves, we would definitely have entered the realm of God by now, and the angel hunting would not be triggered in advance. We can devour the source angels more easily, instead of cleaning up the mess for those little brats like this."

"Your example clearly illustrates the dangers of resurrecting yourself." Death Maniac shook off her hand. "You went against time, but ended up accomplishing nothing in your second life. Your overall achievements were even worse than your first life. If you hadn't joined us, you would have thought until your death that you were just unlucky."

"No one can go back to the past, everyone can only start over." You should listen to Liuli Shizhu's words.

You Mo wanted to try harder: "But now the progress is more than halfway, and the Golden River has become turbid and turbulent. We should be able to perfectly revive them now by replacing them without causing any ripples... Sword Demon, let's launch a gorgeous rebellion against that bastard and take back our destiny!"

"You've misled the wrong person." The Death Maniac raised his head and strode away: "I have no interest in replacing you. You might as well go and instigate the Mirror Demon to rebel."

"Yeah?"

The ghost sneered and said, "Then why did you go to the restaurant and order a bowl of red flame Lala fat to try? I'm too lazy to expose you."

"Whatever you think."