But the next second, Chao Yan drew out her long sword and pierced Su Ming'an's heart. She bit her lips tightly, her fingers clenched the hilt, veins bulged, and she was extremely determined.
Golden blood flowed out, the sword blade melted automatically, and the wound healed quickly.
It's no use.
She couldn't kill him.
The wind seemed like a distant sigh.
Die Ying looked down at the scene and said nothing.
Su Mingan unconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to grab something. Chaoyan then stretched out her hand and interlocked her fingers with his.
"I come from... the Netherworld." He murmured unconsciously.
——That’s not the case.
Chao Yan opened her eyes wide and shook her head silently.
"My name is Asasto..."
——Don’t be like this.
"The Angel of Order, Light, serves on the left of Asastor and controls the scales of justice."
"Angbu, the Angel of Slaughter, serves on the right side of Asasto and controls the Holy Sword of Slaughter."
"The Angel of Judgement, Biluo, serves in the middle position of Asasto and is in charge of the cause and effect of judgement..."
——Don’t become a god just like that.
Don't treat me...
Chao Yan looked at his cold features; his eyes were dull and lifeless.
...showing such an expression.
She couldn't forget this look. Anyone could have such a dull look, but he... couldn't. His eyes should always be bright.
The snow was torn and stretched, covering the ground covered with blood. She could almost see the figure on the ground. She held him and flew forward just before landing. The silk thread followed them closely, like a series of scarlet pythons chasing after them.
At this time, the young man with golden eyes flew into the sky: "You continue to fly, I will stop you for a while."
Chao Yan looked at him in surprise and said, "But even you can't defeat the enemies in the starry sky."
Su Lin said calmly: "If I can't beat him, I will run away. He just probed out the causal lines. It's not difficult to cut a few lines. Just fly forward and don't look back."
...It's more than just cutting a few threads.
Chao Yan didn't say much, just flew forward...
Then she heard the sound of a raging fire behind her, and she didn't have to look back. The chaotic, noisy sound of swords piercing flesh echoed behind her.
She saw the white-haired young man slashing with the blade, and was covered in white snow.
She saw the young man named Yamada Machiichi who did not retreat even though his whole body was infected with blue-green.
She saw two local dream patrollers named Li Yuxuan and Yi Zhongyu, who threw themselves into the battle even though they knew this was their only life.
At this moment, she remembered what the young man had said: Do you believe that the protagonist will have a happy ending? Will the hero and heroine on the screen achieve a happy ending after putting aside all misunderstandings?
She had never thought about this question in detail before, nor did she feel that she was the protagonist on the screen, but at this moment, holding him in her arms, she suddenly wanted to pray. If there really were miracles in this world... please, no matter what the price, let everything be perfect in the end.
Even if they could only save him, it would be fine. He was a traveler outside the world, and he didn't need to sacrifice for this world... They had imposed too many wishes on him, and he shouldn't have ended his journey for this.
"Su Mingan..." The girl sighed softly.
His eyes turned completely bright red.
The scales had faded, her skin looked holy white, her eyebrows were calm and peaceful, like a real old god. He tilted his head slightly and looked into her eyes, as if he was staring into two clear and bright emeralds.
Tears streamed down the left side of his face, quickly disappearing into his messy black hair. His eyes were strangely cold.
She dropped her eyes, waiting for him to be manipulated into attacking her.
A faint light appeared in the sky.
His hand moved slightly, hooking her wrist with the thread, and turning his fingertips to aim the sword.
She closed her eyes.
"cluster."
The blade made a slight sound, but she didn't feel any pain. There was only the wind and the snow in her ears. Her eyelashes trembled, and after a pause of three seconds, she opened her eyes.
The holy golden sword, with the hilt pointing upward and carved with angel wings, was held in her hand, while the blade pointed downward, piercing his own heart, and golden blood flowed out.
She opened her eyes wide, looked into his bright red eyes, and saw a hint of clarity in them... He still had the last bit of rationality left.
But it was useless. The shadow controlled his body, and even if he committed suicide, he would not die as long as the shadow healed his wounds.
She stared for three seconds.
Golden blood continued to seep out, but under the transparent thin snow, Su Mingan's wounds did not heal.
Chao Yan's eyes widened in shock.
...What's going on?
Su Mingan spat out a mouthful of blood, smiled, and his eyes met with a white shadow in the distance.
The deity raised his head, as if admiring the white snow at night. His white hair floated in the clear light, as if he was alone in the world.
——But there was a strong cause and effect connection between him and Su Mingan. In this moment, he fought for the control of the shadow, even if it was only a moment, it was enough.
The wound did not heal, and the old god successfully committed suicide.
"Why?" Chao Yan was confused. How did the gods snatch the control of the overlapping shadows for a moment?
"Chao Yan...what day is the copy opened today?" Su Mingan's breath became weaker and weaker.
“…”
Chao Yan opened her eyes slightly.
Su Ming'an entered the Netherworld on the tenth day, and Su Wensheng died at nightfall on the tenth day. After Su Ming'an took Alice up to the sky, day and night alternated.
Today is...the eleventh day.
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