I have special resignation skills

Aoi wiped the blood from her forehead, patted her clothes and stood up.He smiled, but disappeared immediately like a fleeting epiphyllum, and he only dared to look at Mao's long white skirt with a hint of nostalgia.

The pits and cracks on the wall that Zhongyuan had just created were automatically repaired together.

Kui cleft her crown and yelled hoarsely at the boy: "Give me... stay away from her!"

As soon as the words fell, Chuya was caught off guard and was pushed to the ceiling by a force. He twisted his body in the air and controlled his balance.

The black attire was out of place in the hall, and the pitch-black coat billowed like a boy's butterfly wings. The boy put away his casual expression, and his eyes showed fighting intent.

Not too bad.

Although the hall was restored to a spotless state, the wound on Aoi's back and the abrasions on her skin did not heal, but the clothes on the surface became brand new.

Aoi ignored the stinging pain coming from his back, he took a few steps towards the high seat, and returned to a position tens of meters away from him almost in the blink of an eye.

Teleport

This idea flashed through Nakaya's mind, he kicked his feet hard, like a black bullet flying out to launch a second attack on Aoi.

This palace is like a human being with super self-healing ability. The place damaged by Chuya was immediately repaired, and even replaced with a harder material.

It twisted the ground and the wall in front of Chuya, and the kneeling believers were as motionless as stone sculptures. Even if the undulating ground made them fall, they did not run away or scream, but returned to their original positions piously bowed his head.

A red light glowed around the fallen rubble, but it immediately returned to its previous position.

Zhong also gave up the method of controlling the gravity of the stones to increase combat effectiveness, and he seemed a little powerless.It's not that I've exhausted my energy, it's just that I'm irritated by the current passive situation.

Such an annoying supernatural ability!

The boy kicked diagonally backwards, successfully smashing the ground that attacked him.

The ground is very hard, but it also rushes in like a sea wave. It maintains its hardness, but at the same time it is soft and sensitive.

Whenever it is crushed by an external force, the fallen stones will always go back immediately and form a whole with the hall.There is no time to control their weight.

Aoi let the palace block Chuya's attack, he leaned over and carefully wiped the dust off Mao's fingertips with a handkerchief.

When the hands became white again, the panic in the man's black eyes was hidden.

So dirty, so dirty, to dare to offend angel, unforgivable!

Aoi's chest rose and fell violently, and the ground and wall attacked Chuya more violently.

Sitting on the soft and comfortable seat, the girl with dull eyes looks like a delicate doll in the window.

The white snow covers the dead trees, and the innocent children are playing snowball fights under the trees, their laughter is as clear and sweet as silver bells.One of them had dark brown hair, the other black hair as beautiful as night.

Mao took a few steps towards them, his lambskin boots stepped on the slightly melted snow, and the dead branches and leaves under the snow made a crunching sound.

After walking about three or four steps, the blurred faces of the two children have not been seen clearly, and the scene suddenly changed like a blunt transition in a bad movie.

The night is as beautiful as a child's hair. The village in winter night should be quiet and peaceful, but in this remote small village, there are voices of people chatting harmoniously and laughing loudly.

Shino started to run, she didn't know who she was, but there was always a voice guiding her somewhere.

She thought that she should be a child with short arms and legs, and obviously felt that it was very difficult to run, but she was always far away from the sound.

Suddenly, she stopped, and she heard singing that she had never heard before...

"Burning evil gods, taking health;

dry leaves, to help the fire;

The neither male nor female monster turns into charcoal, hee hee~"

A strange song, the children in the distance sang happily, holding a lot of dead leaves that fell from the tree in their hands, and ran forward excitedly.

Wait, Maou followed.

"Burn, burn." The children chanted the word, throwing leaves at a wooden house engulfed in flames.

The wooden house was completely burned, and beyond the figures of adults and children, the broken and fallen wooden pillars, and the billowing smoke, Mao saw a beautiful angel.

This is definitely an angel, right?

His slightly long black hair fell softly on his thin shoulders, and his beautiful face could not be concealed by his plain pajamas. His black hair and black eyes contained crystal tears, which did not fall, like decorations at the corners of angel's eyes. Added a bit of softness to it.

To save him, Shino's mind was filled with this idea, and he controlled his small body to rush into the flames. She was a short child, but no one noticed her in the dark night.

Mao didn't know who he was, and he didn't know who this angel brother was.

But she trusts her instincts, she must save

out of him.

The fire was so big that the whole house was crumbling, and sparks fell from time to time.

Mao felt as if she was running against ten suns in summer, she avoided a burnt piece of wood and ran towards the little boy in embarrassment.

Just a little bit, Mao stretched out his five fingers and grabbed the boy's hanging hand.

"Come with me!" she yelled, in a soft and cute loli voice.

The little girl was like an angel sent from heaven, holding him with some cold hands and leading him out of this purgatory.

The boy couldn't help asking: "Why...do you know me?"

However, Mao curled up his lips and smiled brightly in the firelight: "My name is Mao Watanabe." Now we know each other.

The boy's eyes lit up little by little, like a night sky full of stars.

He held Mao's little hand tightly and nodded vigorously.

"Then..." Then don't let me go, can you...

The sound of crackling and burning woodwork in his ears covered up the boy's hesitant opening, but the boy noticed, and he closed his mouth thankfully.

No, I won't let you go.

The surrounding fire color gradually faded.

at the same time.

"Chuya, destroy that sun on the ceiling."

Nakaya bent down to avoid the stone flow, raised his eyes towards the ceiling, and fixed on the gleaming nearly circular pattern.

"Hey!" The sun was successfully destroyed by Chuya.

Zhong also floated in the air, and the attacks of these things suddenly weakened 10 minutes ago. When he went to destroy the "sun" that was probably the core just now, they didn't even try to stop him, they just pretended to be at the "sun" a few meters high. The place jumped a few times and then went down.

Aoi spat out a mouthful of blood, and fragments of internal organs were faintly visible in it. He tremblingly supported the handle of the high chair, and his fingers slowly approached the girl's hand.

I won't let you go.

He stopped, and slowly curled up again... No way.

"Aoi." A white hand gripped his fist.

Shino's eyes regained their clarity, as if something new was hidden inside, bright and dark, and finally white flowers bloomed.

Aoi didn't dare to move, he stared blankly and didn't dare to pollute Mao's hand, until Mao touched his head, she said, "You should rest."

As a child, he was loathed by the villagers and burned to death by his biological parents. The scars on his shoulders still remain on his skin.When he was a teenager, in order to survive, he struggled to get a place on the mountain of bloody corpses.When he was young, in order to save his faith, he was deceived by a shrewd businessman, and owed nothing but debts.

For more than 20 years, no one told him that he was tired and needed a rest, but there were endless commissions, threats, deceptions, and betrayals.

But now, there is a little girl who gently touches his head and says that it is time for him to rest.

Aoi leaned on the clean armrest, making it dirty.The usually nervous man closed his eyes quietly, it was time for him to rest.

The gorgeous palace disappeared in an instant, and the kneeling believers fell down one after another, their muscles regained their normal appearance as if they were inflated, and the uniform white robes also disappeared.

Aoi was lying on his side on the ground, the hideous wound on his back was exposed, but instead he stretched his brows, let go of all worries and fell asleep peacefully.

Mao tugged at the long skirt, she had spent most of her energy, her hands were so soft at the moment, instead of tearing the obstructing skirt, the silky fabric slipped from her hands.

"Tear." A pair of black-gloved hands helped her complete the task neatly.

The boy squatted on the ground and raised his head and asked her, "Can you walk?"

He had been looking at Mao from the side for a long time, dragging the hem of his skirt so he couldn't tear it off, still trying to be brave.

"Thank you, yes." Mao replied obediently.

She was a little surprised.

Although Chuuya and her have gone on a few missions together, the relationship between the two has always been lukewarm due to the relationship between the sheep, and Zhongya actually took the initiative to help her today.

Is this the gentleman Hongye sister mentioned?

But what Mao didn't see was the sympathy in Chuya's eyes for her when he turned around.

"Hi, long time no see."

The boy with the black seaweed head was sitting on the car, his two long legs were swinging back and forth, and his bony hands rested on the roof of the car.His rare iris eyes narrowed slightly, like a cute cat stretching its waist.

"Huh?" He jumped out of the car and stretched his head to look at Mao, his fingers hooked up against his chin, "Little Mao has changed."

The original world location is an open area near the sea, where there are few people, and the lush old trees cast mottled shadows on the boy's gloomy face, which unreasonably reduced the boy's oppressive aura.

"I know what you want to ask, it's nothing more than those trash?"

The boy walked to her side, facing the waves crashing on the shore, he said softly, "Everyone you trusted has been betrayed."

"But don't be sad." The boy stepped forward a few steps into the sunlight, and pointed to the bottom of the cliff.

Turning his head and staring at Mao with the exposed eye, the boy said slowly to Mao: "I killed them all."

The boy's eyes inexplicably reminded Mao of the dead leaves in those children's arms.

The water near the shore was a little red, and it turned back to a clear blue after the waves went back and forth a few times.The sea didn't care about these few drops of dispensable blood, turned over and swallowed them all.