Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1872 Both of them are civilized and courteous
He almost couldn't tell whether it was his blood or Constantine's voice that slipped from his skin.

"You know, I have a problem..." She was a few steps away, leaning on the dressing table, staring at the darkness and muttering.

After the darkness split into two, the one stretching towards her was still far away from her; but Uinmaru Tsugumi no longer had the luxury of being able to listen to her quietly.

Xiaolong's face floated in the darkness, staring at him blankly, as if his expression was frozen at the moment when he found himself lying down.He called out "Brother Yard", and from the position on his chest in the darkness, he immediately stretched out four or five hands, like a dense branch, and moved towards Yonmarutsu.

Those arms didn't even have to be straightened to catch him.

I really want to end here tonight.

Uinmaru Tsugumi only felt a gust of air rushing to his chest, breaking away from his vocal cords, and let out a laugh like exhaling in his fiery throat.

He thought of countless ways to die, but he never thought it would be like this.

"As soon as a person dies, I will forget his appearance." Constantine said in a low voice. "No matter how I think about it..."

Uinmaru Tsugumi stared at the darkness, turned his feet, and as he twisted his waist, four or five hands slid across his body - he didn't feel it at all, and the piece of skin that was slashed lost everything Feeling——At the same time, the hand he had been holding behind his back was also pulled out.

With the painful sound of the roller, he yanked the drawer of the dressing table down, drew an arc in mid-air, and slammed it on those hands; countless unnamed sundries, necklaces, white The cotton pieces flew into the air together, sinking into the darkness one after another.

If the force of a bullet can knock a face back into the darkness, so can he.

Constantine's voice paused.

Uinmaru Tsugumi gritted his teeth, staring at the human body surging out of the darkness, and slammed down on the pale skin, knuckles, and nose with all his strength—the drawer quickly cracked, and half of it was exposed from the broken wooden strips. The out-of-shape face could no longer tell if it was Xiaolong's face.

"Get back,"

He hit the splinter with his fist, and smashed the splint and the face under it back into the darkness; taking advantage of the chance that he finally had a slight gap with the darkness, Uinmaru Tsugumi threw his other hand on the dressing table behind him. Holding on, dragging his injured leg, he jumped onto the dressing table, and quickly stood firmly on the table, with the ceiling above his head.

He never dared to let go of his gaze.

Panting heavily, Uinmaru Tsugumi leaned against the mirror tightly, and the round makeup lamps pressed against his back.Where there is no darkness, his shadow is cast long on the carpet.

It turns out that when there is no light, human eyes can't stop the darkness... She is really talented in how to kill people.

From the corner of Uinmaru Tsugumi's eyes, he could still see a section of the neck protruding from the messy hair of Constantine; the shape of the spine floated faintly from the paleness.From between those bones and skin, her black blood-like voice flowed out: "You're so smart...you pushed back death by seventy centimeters."

That was exactly the width of the dressing table; Uinmaru couldn't tell if she was mocking.

Constantine took a thin breath from between her teeth. "That's not bad. I can remember your appearance for a while..."

"If you knock your skull open," Uinmaru Tsugumi said through his teeth, "your brain will probably be full of scars."

Xiaolong's face poked out of the darkness again, as if he hadn't been hit hard at all, intact as before.

His long arms climbed up the dressing table, his fingers passed through the mess, and when he was about to touch Uinmaru Tsugumi's toes, he tried several times, but it was still not long enough to touch it.

It's ridiculous that such a ghost thing beyond imagination is still limited by the length of human arms.

"Would you like to see it?" Constantine asked.She seems to have the ability to distort reality; the words and sentences stained by her voice and breath will be deformed and metamorphosed-at that moment, it seems that what is wrapped around her is not a long skirt, but a messy and crumpled bed sheet.

Uinmaru Tsugumi laughed again, but there was no smile at all.

He raised a hand and smashed a light bulb on the corner of the vanity mirror with a "snap", and the room became slightly darker.

"When there is no light, our eyes can't stop the darkness from advancing, can we?" As he spoke, he shattered two more bulbs in succession. "How? Will you die with me?"

Constantine was silent for a rare moment.

"I can't see it, you are a romantic like me." She sighed faintly. "It seems that I can't say it now..."

"What are you talking about?" Uinmaru Tsurugi asked slightly in his heart.

While she paused, he made his statement with the fourth cracked light bulb.

Half of the room was already dark; I don't know if it was an illusion, but the darkness in front of him seemed to be infecting a little bit while tumbling and surging.

"Okay, stop fighting." Konstantin's tone seemed to be coaxing a stubborn child, "You should also know that anyone sitting in my position will never lack enemies."

"so what?"

"I never let myself have the possibility of being trapped somewhere." She said slowly, "Everywhere I go often, I will make sure that in the most urgent and dangerous situation, I still have the possibility of escape. road."

"You mean——you hide a way of escape in this dressing room," Uinmaru Tsugumi was startled, and said, "But you've been staying in the room until now?"

He had long realized that this woman was crazy, but he didn't expect to be so crazy.

"If you hadn't been so crazy," Constin said confidently instead, "I wouldn't have told it to you—give me a hand."

She stretched out a hand without looking back, Uinmaru Tsugumi hesitated for a moment, still staring at the darkness, and groped for her hand in mid-air.

The five fingers of the two were intertwined, both hands were covered with his blood, slippery and sticky, and they bit each other tightly.

When Constantine also climbed onto the table, the bodies of the two of them almost covered the row of light bulbs above the vanity mirror; in addition to the one that was broken just now, only the side light on Constantine’s side was still on. caught.In the dim room, even the door was submerged, only patches of rolling blackness, sniffing and probing, came towards the two of them.

"In the ceiling above the dressing table," Constantine raised his arms, "there is a blocked exit that used to be a ventilation duct."

He heard the soft sound of cloth sliding off her skin, followed by the sound of a piece of ceiling being knocked, which sounded hollow.

The darkness that floated in the room, occupying most of the space, seemed to be unbearably hungry, and the face and body were churning in the black mist. At some point, it was impossible to tell which cloud of darkness was facing Konstantin just now. Which group is going to devour Yuan Maruji again.

That piece of the ceiling was quickly dismantled, and she threw it into the darkness like she was throwing trash, as casually as if she was feeding a dog.

"It's open," Constantine said in a breathy voice. "Now we just have to climb up. The only problem is... to climb up, we have to turn our eyes away. Who will come first?"

　The story of these two people is finally about to be finished. It’s very cool for me to write about abnormal personality. I don’t know how it looks.

Speaking of which, I just noticed recently that my mother has always called me provocative ears since I was a child, but now I have turned into "elf ears"?Is there anyone else who goes out of their way to do elf ear surgery? ?When will the big nose be on the aesthetic trend, it's best to hurry up...

　
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