Zhao Xishi's pupils suddenly shrank, and her face changed drastically. She ignored the pain and decisively drew her knife to cut off her arm before retreating, screaming in shock:
“This is impossible!!!”
"impossible?"
The entire film Cheng Shi immediately approached Zhao Xishi from behind, and just like the first time he killed her, he clamped her neck with his arm, and at the same time, with his other hand, he tore off the historian's last arm that could hold the pen to write history.
He whispered in her ear again like a devil:
"This world is a life-and-death struggle, full of deception and intrigue. If you die, you can only blame your luck. How can there be so many impossibilities?"
Before he could finish his words, there was a snap and his head was cut off.
Cheng Shi stepped forward and stabbed the skinning bone knife into Zhao Xishi's heart again.
This time, the historian has really fallen into history.
Looking at the lifeless Zhao Xishi, Cheng Shi didn't smile. Instead, he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, looking up and cursing:
"No wonder Chen Shu couldn't resist...
If it weren't for 'vitality', who could withstand this thing?
[Annihilation] is so overpowered that it's not playable!?"
Having said that, Cheng Shi gritted his teeth, stood up, and asked himself:
"cut!
I'll cut it myself!"
The afterglow of the setting sun spread a long golden blanket across the alley, and at the same time lengthened Cheng Shi's shadow, covering Zhao Xishi's body.
Anyone who blasphemes fate, throughout history, except for a certain person, has never had a good ending. Historians have proved this with bloody brushstrokes, and her swan song was ultimately buried in the past of history.
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