Miss Sister is a mysterious creature

The moment Naijia stepped into the room with both feet, a blood-red dahlia seemed to bloom suddenly on the Florentine red marble floor in the living room. The location quickly radiated to the surroundings, gradually forming a huge and complicated magic circle pattern.

The image of the huge circular magic circle suddenly came into view, and one could guess with just a quick glance that such a magic circle full of complex mysterious symbols and precise geometric patterns is extraordinary, and the gathered cosmic energy must not be underestimated.

In the empty living room, the wind was blowing on the flat ground, and a whirlwind-like energy flow entangled Naijia's legs. The scarlet liquid used to draw the magic circle on the floor under Naijia's feet seemed to have self-awareness. The slender ankles stretched out countless slender red threads, winding up and wrapping around Nai Jiaguang/naked calf.

"Run—!" Naijia raised her eyes again, with a dignified expression, turned half of her body, her pupils shining like amethyst, took a deep look at Bai Luoyu behind her, stretched out her arms and stood there in a daze Bai Luoyu, who didn't know what to do, pushed out the door.

The door was closed slowly, and Bai Luoyu was caught off guard by Naijia's strong push and staggered for a while, took a few steps back, almost fell down.

In a daze, she saw Naijia's awe-inspiring back suddenly soaring into the air through the door that was gradually closing. On the graceful and thin back curve, a pair of purple wings with distinct joints, the bones stretched and pierced the skin quickly , stretching infinitely towards the side, the tall and straight back rising in the air, making the whole person like an unsheathed ancient Damocles hanging sword.

The door slammed shut at this moment, and in the next second there were two rifle/gun shots similar to gunfire, and the muffled sound of countless bullets piercing through the flexible muscles and bones made people feel heartbroken. There was a burst of coldness.

Bai Luoyu's heart skipped a beat for half a beat, and there was a buzzing in her mind, and then it went blank. She stood stiffly in front of the closed door.

After the two muffled gunshots, through the thick walls and thin door panels, no sound leaked from the room.This desperate coldness, as if lurking with great fear and crisis, took her breath deeply and nailed her feet firmly in place.

"Naijia, why do people kill 'Dawn' and 'Lorna'?"

"Some people worship you, some people belittle you, some people hate you, and some people fear you. This is human nature, the inevitable result of human nature."

"Since the day when human beings have self-awareness, they have been divided endlessly like this. They have their own opinions on everything and fight endlessly. This is true for human beings, and it is no exception for human beings to God."

"Behind each of their actions, there is a complete set of value systems. Those who believe in you, those who belittle you, those who hate you, and those who fear you, they all take corresponding actions. It's just , fearing the person who wants to kill you, the result of the action is even more significant."

"Oh——" She was silent for a long time, and many faces with famous names in history flashed through her mind. They were called "heroes" by some people, and "devils" by others.

She suddenly understood a lot, and understood why there was a "God Killer".There are endless disputes in this world, she can't control anyone's thoughts, she can only guard her own sincerity.

After a while, she whispered to Naijia: "Naijia, you missed one kind of person. There is another kind of person—love you..."

Bai Luoyu stared blankly at the tightly closed door, trembling her slender eyelashes, for some reason, her mind quickly flashed back to this conversation with Naijia.

Naijia let her run?

How could she run away?

If there is no Naijia, her ordinary, bleak and helpless life, what else is worthy of her nostalgia?

As Naijia said, until death separates them.

She also promised Nai Jia that if she couldn't protect herself, she would protect her instead!

A quick smile flickered across Bai Luoyu's lips, and he took a few steps forward, stretching out his hand and pushing open the closed door.

Inside the door, a blood-red magic circle covered the entire floor of the living room, and an ominous smell of blood surged in the air.At the end of the living room, stood two male figures in black clothes and black cloaks.

Each of them wore a black mask with gloomy and dignified jade luster on their faces. The mask was so dark that it gave people an inexplicable sense of staring into the abyss. Under the mask, there were only a pair of light brown eyes and a pair of eyes. The Mo pupils were exposed, unable to see the face, only felt the bone-chilling cold.

One of the burly men was leaning on the floor with a long-handled shotgun/bullet/gun loaded with gunpowder in his hand. Under the mask, his sharp eagle-like eyes gleamed coldly, staring at her playfully, as if After waiting for a long time, she happened to be ready to welcome her appearance.

Naijia collapsed in the center of the circular magic circle, half of her body was soaked in blood, her left chest and shoulders were bright red, and the bullet marks caused by the dense shells looked dense and shocking, making one's scalp numb, with dark purple blood Flowing from those holes.

Because the wings raised on the back are farther from the muzzle of the gun, the shotgun, a weapon of mass destruction at close range, left a large blood hole on her left patellar membrane. .

Some were penetrating wounds, some were embedded wounds, silvery shredded warheads, and some were deeply embedded in the slender and beautiful fibula on Naijia’s purple wings.

Bai Luoyu felt that the blood in his whole body froze into ice in an instant, and a desperate shiver ran down his back, as if his heart was being held tightly in his hands and rubbed vigorously, excruciatingly painful.

Her chest was heaving violently, her lips seemed unable to breathe air, and after a long silence, she suddenly sobbed, and knelt down beside Naijia.

Bai Luoyu leaned his arms on the floor, the scarlet liquid that drew the magic circle had dried up and solidified, and it was integrated with the Florence red marble floor. The countless red threads stretched out from those complicated and weird figures seemed to be very fond of Bai Luoyu. Rejection, did not climb her arm like it was entangled with Naija.

Obviously, she is just an ordinary human being, and the mortal body does not respond to those mysterious patterns and symbols with special meanings.

Naijia turned her head slowly, looked at her deeply with pitiful eyes, her gray lips were slightly pursed on her pale paper face, and she opened her lips with difficulty, with a deep sigh in her tone: "Stupid - stupid - "

She was blaming Bai Luoyu for not listening to her and why not running away.Bai Luoyu wrinkled her beautiful eyebrows into a deep furrow, resisted the tears that accumulated in her eyes, trembling her lips, and begged sadly: "Naijia—! You—don't die!"

Nai Jia reluctantly pulled the corners of her lips, stretched her eyebrows towards Bai Luoyu, and smiled miserably, with dark blood streaking down her slightly slender and pale chin.

She thought that there would be a day when they were not drowned in the powerful torrent of the time axis, but gradually lost their power and were killed by humans, just like Lorna and Chen Xi. This seemed to be an unchanging iron law, but She didn't expect that they would come so soon.

The man in black with the shot/shot/gun is very satisfied with this farewell scene. What he wants is to wipe out this pair of unsightly existences threatening the foundation of Protestantism for thousands of years in one fell swoop today, so as to avoid future troubles.

There are many religions in this world, no matter how transcendent their teachings are, most of their founders are human beings themselves.

Protestantism is the only exception. It draws nourishment from the old religion of belief in God, and breaks with it. It canonizes the "God" in the old religion as its apostle, and its founder calls himself the "Son of God"...

Loganson's cold eyes shot out a scorching cold light, like a poisoned hell pool, staring resentfully at that not far away that often appeared in midnight nightmares, and was exactly the same as "that thing" 20 years ago. Misty rain Motong filled with tears.

On the eve of Christmas the year before last, the girl was also beside "that monster", but her appearance was so different from this time that she escaped his keen eagle eyes.Now, he recognizes her. Although they are only five points similar, he will not admit her mistake. For 20 years, those eyes have followed her like a shadow hidden in the dark, staring at him all the time, examining his soul. , let him—unforgettable until death.

Today, he must cut the roots and uproot this pair of threats.

The man in black gestured to the young man beside him with his eyes. The young man understood, but he was a little dazed. He was standing quietly looking at the two people in the circle thoughtfully. The girl paces up and down.

The girl's mind was immersed in great grief, and the young man easily grabbed the girl's slender wrists from behind, wrapped his strong arms around the girl's neck, and pulled the girl up from the ground.

Naijia looked at Bai Luoyu with mournful eyes, being held in the hands of the man in black, trying to support his broken body with both hands. There were countless bullet holes in her chest, and the blood was pouring out, dyeing her white clothes. She wrinkled her pretty body Eyebrows held back a few times, and finally a mouthful of blood spewed out with a wow.

Seeing this scene, the girl cried heart-piercingly, her delicate body struggling desperately in the shackles of the young man.

Naijia lay weakly on the ground, her well-proportioned and graceful legs suddenly transformed into a fish tail covered with scales.However, the scales were dim, without the usual brilliance, like a layer of icy moonlight, shining with a cold and pale halo.

Zeno supported Bai Luoyu from behind, his eyes widened, staring at the real body of the woman in the magic circle in a daze, a light of astonishment flickered in his eyes.

Those giant wings that looked like the ancient dragon clan, and those half body that looked like the cold and holy scales of the moonlight, Zi Nuo found that he couldn't put the beautiful woman in front of him into the ranks of "demons".Those monsters in the abyss of hell, ghosts living in the dark, and monsters that survive by sucking human blood and resentment will never have such a sacred and majestic appearance.

Elf?

No, those two words couldn't express the throbbing in his heart. He suddenly understood the admiration and admiration for "her" from those who witnessed "her" real body scattered on the Internet.Only another appellation that is ready to come out can directly express the shock that came from his heart when he saw the real body of the woman.

The appellation of those two words is natural, it is the innate awe of the divine existence.

"It really is—" a deep and hoarse male voice raised, and suddenly stopped, obviously swallowing some words into his mouth, and continued: "It really is a monster in the sea! It is completely different from vampires and werewolves. If Shoot vampires and werewolves with silver shotguns, and they would have turned into a pool of rotten flesh!" The man in black with a weapon stood opposite the magic circle, admiring jokingly.

"Bishop Logan, what the hell is this?"

"As you can see, the devil in the sea!" Logan's gloomy voice was calm and unwavering.

At this time, the built-in locker in the living room suddenly made a soft "creak", and the wooden door slowly opened to both sides, and a dying person crawled out from inside.

This person has a slender figure and a pretty face. Under the brown curly hair, a beautiful little face is as pale as wax. She half-closed her big eyes as clear as amber wine, looked around in a daze, and then looked at Nai Jia's face. Xiang Xiang stretched out his arms and crawled forward a few feet.

Bishop Logan coldly glanced sideways at the bloody bandage on the girl's wrist, and then clicked his tongue twice, expressing his deep dissatisfaction with Zino's unnecessary actions.

The girl's Western white porcelain doll-like face didn't even have a trace of blood at this moment. She raised her eyes to inspect Naijia's injury, her eyes were filled with sorrow and guilt, and said tremblingly: "My goddess, I'm sorry. It's me, Tired you."

The sickly girl, who seemed to be dying in an instant, uttered the words in Zeno's heart, and Qino couldn't help but shudder.He stood aside, silently looking at the tattoo pattern on the back of the girl's hand, which was exactly the same as that of Bishop Logan - the all-seeing eye, and frowned tightly.

This girl had assassinated Bishop Logan many times, but was captured by Logan in the end. He changed his usual ruthless methods of treating "witches" and only imprisoned the girl. Zeno once suspected Bishop Logan's intentions, but in the end it turned out that Sure enough, it was to use the "witch's blood" to draw a magic circle on this important day.

Logan listened to the girl's words, a gloomy sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth, and he said in a gloomy and deep voice full of jokes: "Pagan witches really always worship these strange-shaped mountain spirits."

"However," Logan said harshly, "witch's blood is really much better than cochineal beetle blood in lipstick." cosmetics.)

The girl turned a deaf ear to Bishop Logan's vicious ridicule, and although she was furious, she was still persistent in wiping the huge pattern drawn with her own blood on the floor with her pale to almost transparent fingers.

Bishop Logan saw the girl's intentions, his brows twitched, he stepped forward two steps and suddenly raised his foot, kicking the delicate girl aside, like kicking away a stray dog.

Zeno watched the whole process silently, pursing his thin lips into a cold straight line.

Bai Luoyu finally broke free from the grief and indignation. She felt that the blood in her whole body was burning, and the resentment was about to turn into blood gushing out. She stared into Wu Zhanzhan's eyes and gritted her teeth with hatred.

Her hands were clamped behind her by Zeno, her neck was bound by his arms, her upper body could not move, but her knees suddenly bent backwards, and her heels kicked hard back and upwards.On the feet, the square chunky heels of brand-new leather Mary Jane shoes were embedded between the legs of the man behind him impartially.

Zeno was in a daze, but he didn't expect that Bai Luoyu would suddenly attack violently. He was caught off guard by a powerful and violent blow, and immediately he groaned twice in pain, arched his back like a shrimp, and let go of the restraint on Bai Luoyu.

Bai Luoyu immediately grabbed the man's arm that was already loose around her neck, bent her back suddenly, tightened the man's arm, and yanked forward fiercely, throwing the man out with a neat over-the-shoulder fall.

Kicking and falling, the movements are flowing like clouds and flowing water, without stagnation, fully displaying the essence of her experience in the "Women's Wolf Defense Course".

Bishop Logan, who was standing in the distance, twitched his masseter muscles a few times, let out a few clicks, and cursed bitterly: "Useless things!"

Bai Luoyu pressed his knees against the man's waist, grabbed the man's arm and cut it behind him, and lifted it upwards vigorously. Zeno groaned in pain, and his hand bones cracked a few times.

"Tell me, what do you want?" Bai Luoyu shouted to the behind-the-scenes commander on the opposite side.

"What do I want?" Bishop Logan asked himself in a deep, vicissitudes of voice, and then, he directed his vicious and sharp eyes like a falcon to Bai Luoyu, and burst out a few words from between his teeth: "I want you to die! "

After saying this, he raised his heavy-caliber shotgun with a muffler in his hand, aiming in the direction of Bai Luoyu...

The author has something to say: I have written the final part, and there are still three or four chapters left, and I am revising the manuscript every day.You did your best, you deserve it. (^_^)/~~