[Comprehensive Quick Pass] Reverse the ending

The big smiling face was laughing; and it was so sharp like a double-edged dagger that Xiu Yi often used, tearing Mo Lan's heart full of holes.

A professional liar indeed.The one who broke the promise was actually himself who claimed to be righteous.

How sad?How ridiculous?

Mo Lan leaned down, and gently, as if afraid of disturbing something, picked up the young man on the ground: "Go home, the ground is very cold, you will catch cold." He turned around, walking steadily, as if he couldn't hear the gate at all. The sound of being kicked away.

The machine gun was aimed at the man holding the young man in his arms.

"Stop! Don't take another step forward!" The clamor of the people holding guns was extremely far away at this time.Mo Lan's footsteps did not mean to stop at all.

I killed you and gave you back the life that should not have been cut off here.Feeling the sharp pain of the bullet piercing his heart, Mo Lan fell down slowly, eyes blurred by blood mist, looking at the young man's face that was already out of shape as if praying.

From now on, no one will hurt anyone anymore.

I'll protect you, okay?

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Those bright red, weeping images.

He lowered his head and clenched his fists quietly, trying to use the pain caused by the purple crescent moon left on his palm to forget those "memories".But in this state, all the scars disappeared in an instant.

Because of his death, he no longer has the right to act casually.Just trying to survive...in this world, and in all worlds to come.

Who would believe such a weak explanation?

Xiu Yi seemed to have forgotten the existence of the system, curled up in the pure black space of consciousness, weeping silently.The tears that could not have been produced as a parasitic beast flowed cleanly at this time.Like a child, vulnerable and helpless.

Make clever calculations, over and over again.It is no different from the shepherd who keeps shouting "Wolf is coming". If you deceive a lot, no one will believe you if you are sincere.

Who would give their heart to a masked, hypocritical liar.

[System, or whatever you are, give me the brush. ]

Standing up straight, the show of weakness just now seems to have never existed at all.It doesn't matter, the abnormality and suspiciousness of the system, the side missions full of traps, and the side missions that will be lost if one step is wrong, are all so pale and powerless in Xiuyi's eyes at this time.

Originally, the characters I met by chance should not affect my state of mind so much. This is abnormal. I told myself thousands of times that I can't give my heart, but in the last world, I retreated step by step like a ghost.What went wrong?The tear-stained face is already calm, system, what tricks are you playing?

The cold-hearted liar put on a mask again.The soul is weeping blood, but no one can hear it.

A very ordinary brush is suspended in the pitch-black space, as if shrouded in a halo.Unlike other items taken out of the space, they appear directly in the hand.This time, the system didn't even make a sound.It seems to be very scared.

fear?

Xiu smiled, and the moment he held the pen holder, his face quickly turned pale.Like a knife, it cut straight into my mind, and memory fragments that did not belong to me were forcibly inserted.

But it's not so much a fragment that doesn't belong to me, it's more like something that was originally locked behind a certain door, now flowing out through the gap cut by a knife on the door.

A strange sense of pleasure welled up in my heart, as if I saw blood red through someone's eyes.

Shura field.

Like a killing machine, it uncontrollably swung the long knife again and again, slashing the throat and piercing the vitals.There are mountains of corpses at the feet, and the blood flow meanders on the ground, as if there is no end.But it was only that one person who attracted his attention.

Anyone who blocks the way forward and delays time will die.Xiu Yi was just a bystander, but he was forced into this carrier and walked towards that person uncontrollably.

As he approached, in Bloody's sight, he seemed to be the only one dressed in white, holding a silver spear in his hand, standing upright, out of tune with the surrounding scenery.

Such a familiar weapon, who pierced his heart with it not long ago?Xiu Yi was a little surprised, but still couldn't resist the footsteps of this body.

The ecstasy and distortion that didn't belong to him rushed to his mouth, merged into a faint sigh, and said: "War God—" The next two words were vague.who is it?It was like a poor connection, the screen blurred and shook for a moment, just to cover up those two words.

"You are?" The man's completely unfamiliar expression and purely puzzled tone made the body tremble uncontrollably.Grief, hatred and endless love all flooded into Xiu Yi's heart, these emotions belonged to this body, and they wanted to drive him crazy.

Then, his eyes went dark, and he opened his eyes again, and the frame was fixed on the screen, which was the blood-stained white clothes, and the silver gun broken in two.memory gap.

There was a scream of grief in his ears, and his body slowly knelt down. At this moment, Xiu Yi's heart was also filled with indelible sadness.

When I woke up from the dream, I was still in that pitch-black space, and in my hand was just the most common writing brush.

how so?Xiu Yi stared blankly at the brush in his hand, the memory just now was like a nightmare, and he woke up covered in cold sweat.It is obviously not a personal experience, but it is so immersive, it is like a lost memory.

Which one is the real one, the family, relatives and friends who can no longer remember his appearance, or the man who is vivid and unforgettable in front of him?

Then let's see, what is the connection between the so-called number eight and the original truth of these worlds.The liar collected his emotions, smiled and ordered softly: [Go to the next world, system. ]

That silver gun belonged to Mo Lan.

blast and meet

[The world coordinates are positioned, the world where it is located: K. ]

[Host identity: Colorless King, main task: Survive to the battle between the blue and red kings, reward: none, failure penalty: obliteration; side task: snatch the sword Sirius of Qing Wang Zongxiang Lisi, reward: Dao, failure penalty: none. ]

On the airship, the silver-haired man was holding a goblet, his eyes were full of indifference.Gently shaking the red wine in my hand, the feeling of regaining my lost right hand is really good.This body, named Adolf K. Weissman, is the king of the beginning.

But repairing the identity this time is much more troublesome.

The soul is completely different from this perfect body, and it can be seen that it is out of place.The tattered gray remnant soul, the memory is scattered, and even his own identity cannot be distinguished clearly. Once he tries to recall, there will always be a slight tingling pain.

Recent memory fragments are extremely tricky.

The young man in front of him smiled, his brows and eyes curled up, and the silver-white haired boy was reflected in his clear eyes: "I'm here to take pictures of the night scene, the scene tonight is really good."

"I'm the colorless king, and I'm very unhappy." The boy held the loaded pistol in his arms, and answered irrelevant questions, with a smile full of malice. The next moment, he raised his head, his tone tinged with arrogance, He yelled frantically, "So you also have to be unhappy! Remember, I killed you!"

In the sound of gunfire, everything fell apart.

The colorless king, the colorless king.Xiu Yi knew about him, but he never expected that he would become such a boy who could almost be called "the worst boss".Silently looking at the remote control tightly held in his left hand, he felt a little bitter in his heart.

Without the system reminding him, he knew where the plot was going.

Step by step, walking towards the highest platform on the airship, the wind howled, but only passed outside the colorless field.

"The Principle of Umbrellas and Bombs".

The "chosen ones" stand on the battlefield.The grenades poured down like a rainstorm. However, the grenades that should have exploded on the ground deviated from their original vertical trajectory and hit the ground as if to prevent the shrapnel from hurting him.

The more powerful the grenade, the greater the angle it deviates from the top of its head when it falls.It seems that the "invisible umbrella" is becoming stronger as the power of the grenade increases, and the area covered is gradually expanding.

So, what would happen if an atomic bomb was dropped on this man?Even if the atomic bomb deviates from the orbit and fails to hit him directly, no matter how many kilometers he is from the center of the explosion, he cannot avoid the damage it brings.

However, fate decided to stick to its safety.What is the result?

Nothing happened.

The atomic bomb did not fall, nor did it explode.The deadly atomic bomb just keeps standing still in mid-air, above the "invisible umbrella".

The colorless domain is not as flawless as it looks, because of the incomplete soul, Xiu Yi didn't even dare to show the sword of Damocles.I always feel that my physical condition is unexpectedly bad.

He leaned against the fence, pressed the remote control casually, and then slowly fell backwards.

There is no plan to leave this body. The body of the Silver King Adolf K. Weissman is too suitable, and the ability of "unchanging" just maintains the sanity of the remnant soul.

Xiu Yi felt that if it wasn't for this body, maybe he would really collapse.Full of malice, all dormant in the depths of the soul, hurting people, and at the same time devouring the Lord.

Fiery red, burning fragments fell from the side, but they deviated from the direction just before hitting Xiu Yi.

Now, he adjusted his posture comfortably in the air. Although the water surface under his feet bears the weight of his entire body, there is no sign of breaking at all.Colorless energy rolled up, and the next moment, Xiu Yi was already on the shore.

Completely ignoring the surprised eyes of the people around him, Xiu Yi raised his eyes and met a pair of black eyes full of doubts.A young man with a slender figure in a long black windbreaker, with long black and bluish hair.

"Yatou—God Dog Lang?"

No, it's impossible.Why is he here?build