[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

"Enough! Needless to say!"

The originally noisy voice quieted down for a moment, Kana Hui, who was dissuading her, froze for a while and did not speak.Butterfly held back her temper that was close to exploding, and everyone in the room fell silent.

"Does it work?" The cold purple eyes were covered by long black hair, and the other was numb.

With a pale face, the bandage wrapped inside can be seen through the neckline of a hospital gown.

"Hey." With a sneer, Wisteria Zhihuo evoked a cold smile: "Is it useful to talk about this now, shouldn't we discuss how to save Yu now?"

"But, aren't you going to tell us what kind of existence Aizawa Muha is?" The eyes of the strange color were also gloomy, and the voice blocked by the bandage seemed a little blurred: "Shangxianyi, the one we know The information is that it is a powerful ghost who uses the breath of the moon. However, all of this is a coincidence or a conspiracy."

"There are also physical skills and fighting methods, are these all coincidences!"

Wisteria Chikuri suddenly chuckled, and lazily leaned against the head of the bed behind her, her purple eyes swept around and then darkened, and fell silent: "We are just unacceptable existences, right, Yu... ..."

Purgatory Xingshourou's expression was stiff, and he couldn't hold back his usual smile.Hands hang down under Haori, clenched tightly.

The rain outside the window didn't stop, it was pattering, just like the gloomy atmosphere at this time.

The battle with the winding ended in the second hour after dawn.However, this time, the gods did not favor——

Among the combatants, one hidden member was lost, my wife Zenitsu was seriously injured, the first-class member Wisteria Zhihuo, the wind pillar immortal Kawa Miniya, and the middle-level wounded snake column Iguro Kobanei.As well as the slightly injured sound column.

And - losing a team member...

In this battle, the loss was not small.

"Please——I beg you, tell me where Yu was taken!" The hoarse and trembling voice was full of pleading and hope.His pale blue eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of exhaustion, but more fear and despair.

The purple eyes were full of struggles, and the ups and downs of words choked up before she could speak.

In the end, the same trembling voice could only utter two words with difficulty: "Sorry..."

"Muichiro, take a break."

"Need not."

"Muichiro, go and rest. I'll come, it's okay."

"Brother hasn't rested for a long time, it doesn't matter, I can still hold on."

"I'm sorry, Xin Zhu! Don't be self-willed, just wait for the news obediently."

"I don't...I have to find it myself! Why, why didn't I become stronger, and why didn't I protect my brother!"

With a depressing and heavy breath, Butterfly Ninja broke out after Butterfly Kanahui pressed back the still seriously injured Immortal Kawasami again.

"Enough, if Mr. Undead Chuan wants to be tied up like Mr. Wisteria, you can get up and try!"

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The biting coldness spread, the drowsy feeling blurred the pain, the dull pain in the chest, and the hard beating of the heart proved its existence and the fact that it was still alive.

"Did you die? It's really stupid to give up your own advantages in exchange for such an embarrassing end."

"You are just my existence to pass the time, how dare you leave by yourself? Huh?"

"So, you should know the fate of betraying me."

The gloomy, chilling voice was like a poisonous snake, so close at hand, it was as disgusting and repulsive as a maggot attached to a bone.

Faintly heard something, familiar but disgust and resistance from the bottom of my heart.

The black eyes were distracted, and when he opened them with difficulty, he saw the familiar face.

In front of him was a young child with curly black hair and cold red pupils.Opening his mouth and spitting it out was indeed the sullen voice of an adult man.

The black clothes were dried after being wet, and the blood on them had coagulated.

The severe injury and untreated wound made the whole person cold from the inside out, shivering slightly.The beating of the heart slowed down, it was the breath of dying.

"What can you do now that you're in such a mess? Yu." The young black-haired child smiled, his original anger and murderous intent improved when he saw the dying and embarrassed look in front of him, and he was in a good mood squat down.

Obviously still a child.

The strength in his hands easily dragged the blood-stained man up, and then he grabbed the long black hair and forced the pair of empty black eyes to look at him.

"Tsk, this look is really ugly." There was a fake smile on Wuyou's face: "A face similar to mine is indeed so ugly, it's really ridiculous."

There was no reaction from the black eyes, and his face was still expressionless, his eyes dull and numb.

Wu Mi was irritated by this indifferent look, narrowed her eyes and frowned, her red pupils were full of anger of being ignored: "I wanted to give you a good time, but now I have changed my mind."

The sharp five fingers pinched the neck that was already beating weakly, and stabbed down sharply, bringing a muffled groan while sinking into the flesh and blood.

Wu Cang looked at the frowning brow with a little satisfaction, and after increasing his strength, he released his other hand to gently caress the pale cheek without a trace of warmth.

The pale cheeks were still stained with blood that hadn't been wiped clean. Although it was cold, it had a softness and touch different from ghosts.

The fingertips were so cold that it made people tremble, and the person who had no reaction at first gritted his teeth and gave a generous reaction.

The black eyes looked at the gloomy face lightly, and raised a mocking arc: "Heh...cough cough."

The irritated Wu Mi increased his strength, and began to feel the warm blood filling his fingers, which was an unprecedented feeling.

"You can't last long like this." Wu Mi suddenly thought of something, and evoked a smug smile, his eyes were gloomy: "Although you are a human being now, it is easy to die..."

"Are you looking forward to death, waiting for a relief?" Wu Mi asked gloomily, "How could it be possible for you? Huh?"

"Heh, cough,,,, what do you want to do?" Wu Yu raised a faint arc, his eyes were full of disdain: "You can't do anything, you are just a poor ghost... Cough!"

The black-haired boy raised his head stubbornly, with a fearless smile on his face.The long black hair was disheveled, the hand that was forced to hang in the air was hanging limply, and the right hand was so stiff that he couldn't even move it.

"You are looking for death!" Wuyou squeezed the slender neck in his hands angrily, and then suddenly laughed out loud, letting go of the force: "You did it on purpose, you deliberately provoked me in an attempt to get rid of it? How could it be so easy for you to die? .”

The black eyes rolled slightly, and the voice was already weak and trembling: "You think too much."

It can't last long, Wu Yu knows this very well.The side effects of medicine are also the price that human beings have to pay. The wound will not heal easily. It can also be said that the medicine reduces the activity of blood, making it difficult to stop bleeding.

It's just that it's a pity... Farewell...?

Looking at the person who didn't care at all and closed his eyes indifferently, Wu Can sneered and then beat with his fingers above the heart that was already beating very slowly.

This is the heart of a human being, which is different from ghosts. It has such a vivid feeling, but now it is so fragile.

"You are longing for death, you hate creatures like ghosts." Wu Mi sticks to his ear and said, with a nasty smile on his face: "But, what if I make you a ghost again? Become what you hate and be controlled by me?"

The sharp fingertips stopped on the throbbing chest, and then pierced sharply in that wide-eyed expression of resistance.

"Pfft! Cough cough!"

The struggling hand was broken easily, and the wide black eyes resisted the pain and tightened violently.

"Ugh!"

Letting go coldly, the black-haired child stood up with a cold face, looking at the curled up and struggling person with a bit of complacency in his eyes.

The broken hands couldn't even hug themselves, and the black hair spread out on the floor, unable to keep a trace of warmth.

"what--"

The sound of pain lingered, and the redness in the wound that was opened during the struggle spread, rendering a scene.

Darkness, spreading—

The soul, falling—