The end game [Zhongyingmei]

It took Mephisto a long time to realize that something was wrong.

She was busy devouring flesh and blood and replenishing energy with the ribbon, and when she regained her sanity a little, there were bodies lying on the ground that were stunned by the ribbon. Except for the clown who was seriously injured and fled when he saw the bad situation, none of them could A chess piece that barely climbed up.

Mephisto: #is night snack time#

Gotham's red rose was sucking blood slowly at first, but later it jumped on it regardless of table manners.

However, when she was most satiated and carried away, she suddenly heard Sisley's mournful cry like a small animal.

Mephisto: ? !

She thought the other self had woken up!

Just like you don't expect Sisley's main body to think normally when you have a fever, don't expect Mephisto, who has a synchronization rate of 80-90% of the ribbon of desire, to be able to see new things in his mind other than blood.

Mephisto resolutely let go of the man who had just inserted the straw in his hand, rushed towards Sisley in a hurry, and hugged her into his arms.

The senses are synchronized in an instant.

The picture in front of Sisley's eyes came to an abrupt end, shattered into false sheets in Mephisto's arms carrying electricity and the smell of blood.

She was shaking, but before she could react, she was hugged tightly by Mephisto, and she was stuffed into her soft and cold arms. From the outside, it looked like Gotham's red ribbon The caught prey is full of possessiveness. In fact, the two Sisleys just touched each other's skin, their memories synchronized, and they trembled with fear.

Sisley "saw" the blood, brains, and severed limbs that Mephisto had seen in Arkham; Mephisto "saw" from Sisley's memory, and the vest was severely weakened by the fear gas Their new weapons, a dead Ken and a freaky clown.

Sisley: QAQ

Mephisto: QAQ

The two Sisleys hugged each other, crying so loudly!

Fortunately, Mephisto has stretchable red ribbons all over her body. When she threw herself on Sisley and rolled around without any image, all the surrounding surveillance cameras were blown.

After Sisley inhaled a large amount of fear gas, her condition was not good at all.While choking up tears, she trembled intermittently, her face was pale, and her eyes were frightened.

When the lights dimmed, Ken appeared in the shadows intact, with his collar intact, completely different from the dream.

He walked to the hugging rose dumpling and cat cat dumpling, followed their example, and joined himself and his big embrace.

Ken's arm leaned in, like a solid harbor, allowing Sisley to rest and sleep in it, and she had to hug his neck tightly and hold his arm so that she wouldn't be so scared that she couldn't help crying.

"Okay, darling, don't cry anymore..." Mephisto coaxed himself clumsily, "It's good to watch even if you cry so hard, but don't cry anymore, I will avenge you..."

Mephisto was wiped away by her tears bit by bit, and heard another rare and gentle voice of her own, like a rose growing in a dense fog, the dew on the petals was cool and clean.

Mephisto's hand caressed her hot face, and her fingertips were cold, making Sisley want to sigh.

Tears of grievances, Sisley suddenly said and came.

She wept again and wet the whole Mephistopheles ribbon, the big black dahlia-like beauty put her face on her face, showing the expression of "I want to kill" while empathizing with her, fear, fear, darkness and blood flowed together Coming up, memories and emotions were synchronized, and an electric current passed between the two at that moment. The most paradoxical and beautiful red ribbon in Gotham City followed her sore nose. Only the corners of Te's eyes are red, not like sad, but like an enraged evil spirit.

However, even though they were afraid of being like this, the three Sisleys still didn't intend to let go of their skin contact, but instead absorbed the courage to return to normal from each other's warmth.

"The clown is gone." Mephistopheles was the first to calm down and said.She held Sisley, like holding a quiet bear toy in her arms.

The other two Sisleys have already seen him fleeing in a hurry from her memory. The clown struggled with his two injured arms to stay still, and he wanted to get a glimmer of life from Mephisto's ribbon. He is really a cruel person in the contemporary era .

This trick was indeed effective. When he betrayed his subordinates without hesitation, these people were basically wiped out, and they lost their basic trust in the clown.

But it's also true, the clown actually made the most important choice under the circumstances at the time, if he chose another escape method that would delay the time, maybe he would be caught by Mephisto a second later.

The three Sisleys hugged each other, and after exchanging information without distinction, they came to the same conclusion:

Joker did plant a bomb in the city.

The fear gas caused Sisley to amplify the vaguely heard things a thousand times, so she thought the iron thorns were just thick hemp ropes, and the bracelet stayed on her wrist properly.

Maybe the clown found out, maybe he didn't, but it didn't look like the diamond bracelet had been removed. There was only one reason why the old father didn't come directly to pick her up, and that was because he wasn't done yet.

Gotham is a magnificent and sad city, she is grand and decaying, she is brilliant and dilapidated.Even though the city has learned not to cry out for a long time, Gotham is weeping silently every time there are new traces and changes.

"How many people are there?"

Sisley cried for about 15 minutes with the two big ones by herself, and was stroked from head to toe several times like petting a puppy. Finally, she gradually regained her sanity and remembered to ask.

"You heard that right, a quarter of the city's population."

Mephisto spoke.

— a quarter of the population.This is Ken taking a step back.

"We're going to save people."

Sisley immediately decided.

Mephisto's red ribbon fluttered behind her, like clumps of cannibal vines waiting to be fed. The wind blew through the ends of her light purple hair, bringing the scent of roses.

Ken changed from kneeling on one knee to standing up, and the knife he was wiping day and night was cold at his fingertips. He was ready to go, ready to follow Sisley's instructions at any time to make troubles in Gotham.

Finally, Sisley looked at the empty slot on her game light screen.

She thought for a while, then slowly closed her eyes.

In the "world" made of fear gas, she couldn't use her skills, couldn't remember the rest of the vest, there was no one else except Mephisto and Ken, Abaddon was away, and Batman couldn't come over in the end.

Thinking of this, Sisley had an urge to call, a distant, vague thing calling her, she clicked on the panel, chose the six-star pair, and kept them in the closet for a long time wings.

The holy haloed feathers floated in the void, obediently passed through her fingertips, and then disappeared.

About pinching the vest.Sisley has become extremely proficient.A beautiful and handsome face slowly formed under her hands, lips, eyes, nose

, the color of hair, the way of dressing, including the timing of appearance, will all affect the image of this new character.

And Sisley needs a lot of energy, a lot of it.

After making a decision, she observed the character again and again, making sure that there was nothing to change, and clicked save on the button in the corner.

The face of a young man, or should I say a girl, was reflected in the mirror. It was indeed beautiful, and it was too beautiful to distinguish between male and female.

She has soft shoulder-length short hair like a snow park, softly cut bangs, bloodless lips, and a pair of too clear blue-purple eyes.

Like a holy little stone statue, but also like the beauty that only gods have.

Behind the small stone statue, a pair of gigantic wings fluttered slowly. They were tightly stitched on the waistline of the young girl—the young man. The feathers fluttered down, and the fluorescent spots slowly floated over. They looked plump, strong, and beautiful. beauty.

Unlike other vests, this new one just smiled at Sisley in the mirror, and the next time she blinked, it quickly disappeared with the fluctuation of the water mirror.

Sisley: Huh?

It takes a long time to pinch the vest in the game space, but in real life, everything can be done in just a few minutes.

Sisley dialed it, and not only allocated the only six-star wings to the new vest, but also gave him Baihe's skills and props that could be used in reality.

The more methodical the preparations, the more the fire in Sisley's heart because of the clown and the mysterious man burned. With her lazy cat and cat personality, she finally officially forgot her revenge and was ready to beat them to death.

How could he—how dare he?Sisley was still filled with shocking anger and fear when she thought about it—how dare he let her imagine Ken's death?

The fire between Mephisto and Ken will only be worse than hers. Ken was even "arranged" to die once in the fear gas. With his physique capable of stabbing ten people when he wakes up, he will definitely put this wave of opponents to death. Everyone that Sisley ordered was cleaned up.

Sisley believed that he and Mephisto would be able to play a wave of perfect coordination.

As for her new vest, Sisley had stricter requirements on him.While Ken and Mephisto are avenging, there is also a need for someone who can guard her from being shot back by the running clown, and help the old father clean up the bombs in the city, so that he will be less injured. Fuck less and go home earlier.

What is the difference between five-star props and six-star props?

Sisley was very curious about this.

"Gabriel."

She raised her head and murmured a name.

As soon as she finished speaking, something in the void seemed to be awakened by this sound, and appeared without warning with a strong sense of oppression.

Mephisto looked up, and Ken tightened his grip on the knife in his hand.

Sisley was sleepy. In the past half a day, it was kidnapping and fear gas. She experienced great joy and great sorrow. She was exhausted, half-closed her eyelids, and looked at the sky lazily with her ice-blue eyes.

A phantom of white feathers slowly drifted down, melting silently in her palm.

Another piece of her resentful soul had been stripped away, and she now felt cleansed and at peace.

She heard a low sigh; a pair of hands ignored the structure behind her and released her from the shackles.

These hands were hard and cold, supporting her waist, no different from inorganic stone statues.

"It's really embarrassing." She heard the visitor comment on her.

"Really?" Sisley asked in a low voice.

"But I can't blame you either."

The man looked around, his tone flat.

"It's a filthy world here."