[Comprehensive] Bamboo horse is a superpower

Since this world entered the literal end of the world, the sky seems to have never been bright. I don't know if it is the dust flying up from the tall buildings submerged in the land to cover the light, or the wailing of the hopeless future known to the world.

The scorching sunshine that was so disgusting in summer in the past is now an extremely luxurious thing, and I don’t know how many people hope to see the sunshine of the past before they close their eyes.

From the rumbling outside and occasional explosions, one could tell how fierce and bloody the fight between Bai Lan and that woman was.

But Fran couldn't bear the idea of ​​watching it at all. Looking at the blue sky that was gradually affected by the explosion and revealed a bit of haze, the strange idea above suddenly flashed through his mind.

It’s just that such an idea is really ruinous, and Fran doesn’t know how he suddenly came up with such a strange idea. He has never been a sentimental person, or in other words, there is no such person in Pengo Li.So I just shook my head and left.

It was okay not to know Fran's identity before, but now that his identity is exposed, those who used to utter wild words also shrink back, wishing that they did not exist. Although Fran is only a small child, his strength is comparable to that of Peng Gu Lie's status is not a joke, so now there is a faint intention to lead Fran.

It's not that no one came up to ask him what to do, or when he would leave, etc., but Fran just perfunctory or simply said "you will know later".

Fiddled with the mist ring on his hand, Fran was thinking about his perverted pineapple master.

[Although the scourge has been around for thousands of years, but it has been so long that you might really die, then me as an apprentice inheriting the relics of the master will have no problem, so if you are not dead, Master Fengli, come out quickly. I'm going to be an apprentice next time, and I still want to go back to Balian. The long-haired captain is better than the idiot Peng Lie. 】

After mourning the perverted pineapple master who didn't know if he was dead or not, Fran began to think about the woman outside again.

Speaking of this woman, the first time Fran saw her was on the battlefield between Mirufiore and Pengo Lie, and then he was caught in that battle. Seriously speaking, this time is the second meeting.

Speaking of which, Fran was quite unlucky. None of Pengoile's senior executives were arrested the first time they met, and Fran was the first.

So Fran's first impression of Nana was that he was knocked unconscious like Yan Luo with a cold face. When they met for the second time, Fran stayed well in Mirufiore's prison, eating, drinking and sleeping. With a bang, the door was blasted open, along with a few people who were smashed in with the White Curse.

Looking at it at that moment, that woman really deserves to be the reincarnation of King Yama, a cold-faced and iron-blooded person who can kill even his subordinates.

But sometimes when you look at that woman, you will find that you can't understand her, you don't even know what she is thinking, let alone see what is in her heart.

Sometimes when Fran looked at her, he felt terrified, but just before, for the first time, he saw something in those calm eyes, which gave him a faint premonition.

The phrase "we'll know in due time" is vague.

The person who speaks has one idea, and the person who listens has another idea. This kind of statement is sometimes bluffing, because what you think and think depends entirely on the subjective consciousness of the listener.

If you get a good result by chance, then it is "knowingly correct", if you are unlucky and get a bad result, then you can only regret that you guessed it wrong.

For a moment, Fran really thought the woman was bluffing him, even though she didn't need to be bluffing and he had nothing to be bluffing.

But when this scene appeared, Fran suddenly understood—it was now.

The flames of the explosion and the rising icicles collided and shattered, making a piercing sound. The interweaving and melting of ice and fire gathered in the air and gathered into water droplets, which fell like pouring rain, hitting the watermarks on the broken walls and ruins one by one. Deep marks, as if all that was left was nothing but stubborn resistance.

A stream of blood water diluted into light red by the water melted by ice snaked down the broken stone slab and flowed into the deep ruins, like a helplessly burning flame of despair.

The girl in black staggered and stumbled back, her figure was almost unsteady, she stood still unsteadily, her expressionless face was raised to look at the foggy sky, the black clothes dripped and dripped The liquid, whether it was water or blood, gathered under her feet into a pool of crimson water.

She stood firmly, as if there had never been a big hole in her chest. The wind carried icy air from the hollow and poured into her chest cavity. It was so cold that it made people shiver, but she was already unconscious. Loss of control caused by cold or excessive pain.

Bai Lan didn't look at her, but looked down at the heart in her hand, drenched by the water falling from the sky, with a strange expression on her face.

Bright red, still beating, warm...

The red blood that was still flowing, the dazzling color seemed to dye this dark world with another layer of color.

"Nai-chan, does a cold-blooded person like you have a warm heart, or is it true for guys with sincere and innocent wishes?" The white-haired young man seemed to be talking to himself, and also seemed to be asking questions.

The blackened vision and the pain-occupied mind could still clearly capture Bai Lan's words, and Nana raised the corners of her lips in a rather moody way - she thought so, then snorted and laughed: "Bai Lan Ah...not everyone...have the same heart as yours...can't beat...without temperature..."

Bai Lan raised her eyebrows in astonishment, but did not refute her words.

——That's all she can do.

It's like a funny clown's unwilling greeting when the curtain is about to end, but there is no chance of redemption.

He smiled: "It's a pity, Nai-chan, your heart—it won't beat anymore, and it's cold." After finishing speaking, he threw back the bright red thing in his hand indifferently, and the flames swept across the room. Burn the last bits and pieces.

Looking at all this, Nana didn't feel angry. She looked at Bai Lan with a pair of black pupils that were almost completely slackened, raised her left hand with difficulty, and pressed it under the empty heart, and stared straight at Bai Lan with her lost eyes. direction.

What was in that last glance?

hatred?anger?despair?Or mock?

No matter what was there, Bai Lan only found it funny.

He really just laughed like this, laughing loudly, covering his belly and laughing so happily that tears are about to come out of the corners of his eyes.

[It's ridiculous, Nai-chan, so you are no different from those toys. 】

Can't tell whether it's regret or boredom, this woman is dead, and the last bit of fun in this world is gone, Bai Lan puts it in her pocket, looks at the sky for a while, and then said indifferently: "Go back."

Kikyo behind him led a group of people, the same as when he came, he went back wherever he came from, but before leaving, for some reason, Kikyo looked back at the woman who was standing still.

The woman who was dressed in black - except for a heart, even the pupils of the eyes were black, seemed to be smiling, and seemed to be just looking at it plainly.

I just don't know if it's Kikyo's illusion, a small thing is shining on the chest of the woman whose body is terribly black and terribly red, but when I look closely, there seems to be nothing there.

Kikyo watched silently for a second, then turned and left.

Night falls.