you're done

The blue-white flame rose from the ground, and began to spread rapidly with the screams of the crowd. It bypassed the clean humans as if alive, and wrapped Luo Shiwei in it at a flexible angle.

Others were spared because volunteers stepped through the flames of hell.

The boy stepped on it with bare feet.

His slender ankles were whiter than the flames of hell, and the large black robe was burned with crackling noises, but it was not burned in a hurry. The blue and white flames dotted the corners of the black robe, as if covering it Layers of mysterious patterns.

Burning hot, scorching hot, the burning pain spread from the soul to the whole body.

Luo Shi raised his head slightly, hot sweat dripped from his forehead and slid down his cheeks to his collarbone. His face was flushed, but his lips were blue and white, but he still smiled and asked the housekeeper, "Austin, how long?"

The steward bowed down to him with full respect, even if it was a creature from hell, he still admired the light that dared to sacrifice himself. He said: "The flame will not burn your body directly, but when the soul cannot support it, the body will follow it." perish.

Please go forward from here until the end of the flame, where he is waiting for you. "

"He" refers to Xueli.

"understood."

Luo Shiwei took the first step.

A cluster of flames seemed to be irritated, and kissed his neck in an instant.

The woman on the ground screamed in horror, as if she wanted to reach out to save him, but was stopped by the housekeeper.

With a polite smile, Austin said to her indifferently: "Miss, you have been pardoned, it's time to leave here, and Mr. Luo..."

He looked at Luo Shiwei and said slowly, "His game is still going on."

"He chose to be a sacrificer?"

The consul put down the book in his hand in a little surprise, thinking: "Did he make a deal with Xueli?"

"Yes, as you think."

The housekeeper told the truth about everything that happened, including Luo Shiwei's unconditional use of immunity on a passer-by woman.

"It was unexpected."

His Excellency the Consul smiled lightly, coughed twice uncontrollably because of the excessive range, he said: "I can feel that he is fighting against his own nature."

"With my own nature?" The butler seemed to be thinking about this statement, and asked curiously: "Then you mean that his nature is black, so he needs to fight?"

The consul did not answer this question, but whispered to himself and asked gently, "What do you think?"

Another voice came out of his mouth, hoarse and weaker, but with an unfinished sharpness, saying: "His nature is evil, but I guess the pure white side will win in the end."

"why?"

Big Agel said sharply: "Because that's what he wants."

"..." The consul was silent for a long time before chuckling: "You are right, his preference has already determined the final result."

Butler Austin watched from the side, and even felt a little surprised that they got along as usual, clearly...

It is clear that Xueli and little Agel are already fighting at loggerheads.

Sure enough, character determines everything. The two grand consuls are also more rational than emotional. When they are mature, they will choose to maximize their interests and live in harmony.

he thought secretly.

In the next second, I realized that what I thought was too idealistic.

Big Agel suddenly said coldly: "But you shouldn't let him participate in this game. Xueli may not win, but you will lose too."

The consul smiled lightly, with a calm expression on his face, and responded indifferently: "I have never heard of this statement."

Since ancient times, the two brothers have won one and lost one, and they have never heard of a situation where they both lost.

Even if he died first, it was within his calculations.

Big Agel sneered and said, "I was as naive as you, at the moment of my death."

Only later did he realize that the existence of him and little Agger was just the result of another tripartite calculation between him, Xueli and Mr. Phantom in the world.

The consul smiled gently and said, "You think too much."

In the air, there is gradually a smell of gunpowder, with a subtle and dangerous atmosphere, but no one can detect the undercurrent.

This is probably the implicit tactic used by politicians to confront each other.

Luo Shiwei has come a long way.

The feeling of burning flames is very painful, but it is not fatal, it is just that the burning sensation makes the soul and body feel an unprecedented fatigue.

He even had an urge to fall over.

"Why do I feel...it's like cutting flesh with a blunt knife?" Luo Zhi laughed at himself slightly.

At this moment, he finally saw Xueli.

Xueli had abandoned her physical body and stood above the flames in the form of an evil spirit.

He was not far away, wearing the dark purple consul robe when he died, the flames spread upwards from the soles of his feet, and in an instant he was swallowed by the thick dead air of the evil spirit.

For a while, it was hard to tell who was more terrifying.

He stretched out his hand towards Luo Shiwei, with a bright smile on his lips, and said in a soft and seductive voice, "Brother, come into my arms, only I can protect you..."

There is no flame in his hand, and even when he stretches out his hand, the flame will avoid it in fear.

Luo Shiwei's black pupils gradually lost focus.

All he needs to do is to get a little closer... Even if he pleads in his habitual tone, he can get relief from that demonic boy.

He will save him and bring him back to life.

This picture... This feeling seems to have been seen a long time ago.

Suddenly, the picture in front of Luo Shiwei gradually distorted.

The elegant and self-sufficient man in a white suit is right in front of him. He is smiling, his gray-blue eyes are mysterious, as if he is always planning and controlling everyone.

He stretched out his hand towards him, and with a kind of sacred and compassionate kindness, he called him gently and lovingly: "Little bastard, come here, do you want to die in the fire?"

Luo Shiwei's Adam's apple twitched.

He couldn't deny that it was this lunatic, the lunatic whom he hated and feared, but also gained an unprecedented sense of security from him, which left a heavy mark on his heart.

Everyone warned him that the dragon-slaying boy would eventually become a demon.

But Luo Shiwei didn't believe it.

He confidently ended his life with a dagger. He could save his brother Yue, and he could also tell this lunatic that even if he died, he would not become another him.

They will always be fundamentally different.

but……

"Is it really?"

It seemed as if a deep and smiling voice sounded softly in his ear, and he said casually: "You are confident that you will not become me, but you will still do whatever you can to get home; you convince yourself that all you kill are villains, but You ended up with blood on your hands."

"What's the difference between a good person and an evil person?"

"Luo Shiwei, what's the difference between you and me?"

The man in front of him was smiling at him, the corners of his lips widened slowly, the smile was full of joy, and the joy was crazy.

He lowered his voice, tried to persuade him, and hinted to him over and over again: "We have never been different, my baby, I am destroyed in your hands, but I will be reborn with your soul in the end."

Xueli looked at his dazed and empty pupils, couldn't help but frowned, and called out in a more emphatic tone: "Brother?"

White flames burned on half of the boy's cheeks, cold and stern, but the other half was still beautiful and quiet. He blinked, those dark eyes looked at Xueli, and seemed to be looking through him at a no longer people who exist.

Luo Shiwei raised a smile on the corner of his lips, and with his blue and white thin lips, with a gentle and casual tone, he called out: "Yuangou..."

The original dog...

Xueli heard a completely unfamiliar name, and shouted it in that tone from his mouth.

The evil spirit's expression was instantly cold and gloomy.

but……

The black robe on Luo Shiwei's body began to crumble, as if he was finally overwhelmed, completely shattered into pieces of black cloth that were swallowed by the flames, revealing his slender, white, naked body.

He stretched out his hands, raised his head, his slender neck was defenseless, and his quiet and pure face was smiling, like a martyr willing to bear the fire of hell.

In the next second, the boy's body began to collapse.

Snapped--

Fragmented.

In the air, there was only a soft whisper, indifferent but firm: "I'm just me, I can never be you."

Luo Zhiwei, died.

Xueli's face changed drastically, but at the same time before rushing forward, he only grabbed a piece of unburned black cloth.

He clenched the black cloth tightly, his delicate face turned cold and gloomy, and the surrounding flames faded away in fear, not daring to approach at all.

"Luo Zhiwei..."

He, the "original dog" in his mouth, and even the reason why his soul collapsed in the end, were all because of that person.

No one knew about their past, as if Xueli had been completely isolated from his world, unable to enter it at all, so why talk about other things?

Everything for so many days seems to be just his one-man show, which is sad and ridiculous.

The evil spirit's face began to distort, as if he was extremely angry, but he let out a wild and sinister laugh. He lowered his head and kissed the black cloth on his lips, with a soft and sweet tone: "Don't worry, even if I die, I will die again Find you, my dear brother."

the other side

The housekeeper stood on the tall building, watching this shocking scene, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time: "He... is dead?"

He originally thought that the young man's appearance as a sacrificer with such determination must have something to rely on, but he never thought that he would die willingly.

At this moment, he subconsciously looked at His Excellency the Consul.

The man in the wheelchair clenched the handles on both sides, his face, which was always calm and calm, looked gloomy, his pale green pupils stared deeply at the bottom, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he said nothing.

After a long time, a sarcasm appeared on the corners of Big Agel's lips, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You lost."

The consul stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab the ashes in the air, but the ashes were like Luo Shiwei, and he couldn't catch anything in his hands.

Only air remains.

He let out a low cough, put his hand to his lips, as if blood flashed between the handkerchiefs, and finally sighed slowly: "I lost, you won."

"But I didn't want to win!"

Big Agel occupied this body again, his face began to be cold and distorted, he even hammered the wheelchair heavily, and said coldly: "You just lost a mobile blood bank, but my obsession for so many years, I still Your unfulfilled long-cherished wish has been completely destroyed by you, you idiots!"