The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Gabriel pulled up his sleeves, wiped away the tears on the body, and then rubbed her professionally and skillfully twice with the technique of rubbing cat balls.

"It's itchy, stop it, please."

In the third second after being rubbed, Sisley had already raised the white flag to surrender, but Gabriel was hindered by two layers of fabric, so naturally he would not be merciful.

Sisley: .

After Sisley was crushed to death, buried in the arms of the archangel, and stopped crying completely, Gabriel Jiu began to hold her, shaking her occasionally, singing a melodious song in a low voice.

"I long to see your smile,

Like yearning for your touch.

My love for you is eternal,

My love for you is responsive,

On my tears and my life..."

No matter how many times, Sisley loves to hear the Archangel sing.Gabriel's voice is cold and full of texture, like gold and stone intersecting, with a kind of magic that makes people addicted and can't help but concentrate on listening.

When he sang it repeatedly for the second time, Sisley looked at him with two ice-blue eyes, looking more and more pitiful.

Gabriel was so cute, he leaned over and kissed her wet eyelashes.

The skins of the two Sisleys touched at this moment, and Gabriel felt the itch just now after realizing it.

Gabriel: ………

Sisley: It's like this when you hurt others and you end up hurting yourself.

She couldn't help laughing, struggled to get out of Gabriel's arms, and reached out to touch his Adam's apple.

Because everyone with various buffs is another self, the probability and degree of Sisley being poisoned are extremely small.

Even so, she could still feel that Gabriel's strength had once again increased.

Gabriel's singing weakened, his face was dazed, allowing the main body to regard him as a free cat climbing frame.

"Is the angel's voice equipped with a charm buff?"

Sisley asked.

"Ah."

Gabriel was succinct.

A frame of pictures quickly flashed through his mind. Although it was quick, Sisley still managed to capture the contents of the picture.

—Gabriel stood high in the shadow of the cloud, and Superman stood below him, his head thrown up.

——In those blue eyes, which have always been gentle and distant in the lens of the Metropolitan reporter, there is clearly visible confusion and sluggishness.

"……This is…"

Is this the magic resistance of 0?

Sisley didn't know how to react, she pointed to the motionless green arrow on the map expansion interface.

Gabriel nodded silently.

The sunlight fell from the glass dome of the match-[-] room, coating Gabriel's face with a holy soft light. The archangel sat on a pile of cushions, and his androgynous face was so perfect that it took people's breath away.

But the more bluffing his face was, the more Sisley couldn't help but want to laugh.

She climbed down from the archangel's back, fell freely, was picked up by Gabriel, and hugged her again.

Sisley's eyes also withdrew from Gabriel, and returned to the virtual map that the system expanded.

"Strange." She belatedly felt confused, "Why is there a gray dot on the map?"

On this map, the arrows are where everyone is.

Unlike the bright green and yellow arrows, the floating gray dot is almost invisible to the naked eye.

It is hidden at the very edge of the map, just blocked by the Winter Soldier's green and yellow arrows. It is far away from the direction of the Avengers and Superheroes, but it is much closer to the Winter Soldier.

"Ever had this before?"

Sisley finished observing, and raised her head to ask Gabriel who was there before.

"No," Gabriel murmured, running his fingers through Sisley's hair as if he had found a new interest.

Sisley waited patiently, and after a few seconds Gabriel slowly added to his sentence.

"It's my target."

Gabriel announced, "I just didn't expect a random mark to look so small."

"Is there anything there...the organ we didn't explore?" Sisley asked.

"No, it's not. I just heard an extra breathing sound in the map before."

Gabriel said in a very flat voice, having no idea how scary it was.

"Afterwards, I searched the entire space-time crack like a carpet, and finally found that the sound of breathing stopped in an area that I couldn't enter."

"An air wall..."

Facing the development of this horror story, Sisley pondered.

【Not. 】

The system suddenly beeped and appeared out of nowhere, 【Because he still belongs to the people who have not been activated in this area. 】

"The activation you mean means we finish the lucky track?"

【maybe. 】

The system beeped a few more times, and Sisley could hear it laughing loudly from its beeping, [In the gap in time and space, the "running the track" marked by it may be just a very I simply want people to collect all the memory fragments. 】

Memory cubes are drawn from doom cubes, ordinary bad luck is not enough, very strong bad luck is needed.

For example, when Hawkeye got the first shard, all arrows were fired at him in the sky, and he hid behind a lucky cube rather embarrassingly to avoid being pierced by a certain arrow.

"Of course I know about the memory fragments, but how—"

——.

Sisley suddenly fell silent.

Sisley: No, no, no, no one will have a lucky value of 0.

knock knock.

knock knock knock.

Through the frosted glass door of the match-[-] space, a shadow came through indistinctly.

Captain America's voice is quite gentle, and there is clearly identifiable fatigue in it.

"067, we just got the last memory fragment, you can come out now."

【Yes. 】The system went online again when Sisley suffocated and curled up,【Some of their luck values ​​are worse than yours. 】

Gabriel let go of Sisley, the black-haired and blue-eyed girl straightened her skirt, and instantly switched back to a little Livia with red hair who looked like a biological toxin.

The archangel also stood up, stretched out his hand to straighten his robe, and picked up the lantern.

"Go ahead," he whispered.

Sisley turned her head, smiled and blew him an exaggerated kiss.

When she went over and opened the door, Livia's character set was officially launched.

"Have you finished the track?" Sisley asked with a cold face.

"Not yet," Captain America led her to the venue of the lucky track, one step ahead of her, but slowed down very considerately, "We just got the remaining eight memory fragments."

"Memory fragments are born from doom cubes."

Sisley looked at Captain America's steady blue eyes wordlessly.

It seems that because of her words, Captain America also remembered the tragedy that happened just 10 minutes ago, and couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Some people have too many doom cubes on the track," he admits. "I'm one of them."

As they talked, they passed through the bushes and flowers, allowing Sisley to see the appearance of the lucky cube track again.

Sisley: *pupil quake*

Sisley: Grass (a type of plant)

The entire field was blown to pieces, and the lucky cube tracks were suspended by anti-gravity, and it was not completely broken by the last stubbornness.

The track was full of potholes, as if it had been bombed, and things on the ground were thrown everywhere.

What was once the stunning Rose Square is now filled with flying bats, screeching mules, parrots crouching on people's shoulders and color-changing sheep.

Sisley hesitated to speak, but Sisley stopped to speak.

"...Your luck is really bad," she said finally.

Iron Man was looking at his gem-encrusted helmet not far away, to see if it had been smashed by an anvil from the sky.

He stroked the huge pothole twice with his thumb, and raised his head to ask.

"kid, what do you want us to do next?"

"……It has ended."

Sisley took the memory shards that Natasha silently handed her, and the shiny crystal-like shards lay in her palm, with a bit of the residual warmth of the Black Widow.

She narrated flatly, "Congratulations to all of you for collecting all ten pieces without completing the Lucky Cube track."

All the superheroes present: I feel like I got an arrow in my knee for no reason.jpg

Sisley immediately pulled out a small silver arrow, pierced her fingertip again, and wiped the memory fragment.

The brown smoke pounced on her again, playing out the ending.

The story of the little prince and the rose was exactly as she expected, the rose was a monster with no understanding but possessive desire, and the little prince realized it too late.

Roses are planted in every part of the country, on all jewellery, on all ladies' buns, on all men's buttons.His attendants and maidservants, even the king and queen, behaved more and more strangely, more and more lifeless.

And the little prince is like the only living canary in the palace, surrounded by his roses.

But apart from his natural melancholy and innocence, the little prince himself has also been carefully taught by the king.

Not only does he have a soft side, but he also has the magnanimity and determination that an heir to a kingdom should have.

One night, the little prince took the hunting knife inlaid with rubies given to him by the king, started from the room closest to him, pushed the door one after another, and then left silently.

On the knife, the black blood of the dead dripped along the ruby ​​until the pattern on it was completely blurred.

When the sun rose from the valley the next day, the little prince was already soaked in the smell of blood. He lowered his eyes and wiped the black blood mixed with the knife.

Here are his most familiar maids, his attendants who can be his friends, and his father and mother.

They were dead long ago, and he wanted them to rest in peace, to go to heaven, to the eternal happy land where the dead belong.

After doing all this, the little prince renounced his fate.

He changed into the clothes he had when he went to bed, went to the rose bushes, and lay down in the fragrance of roses.

The rose tightly entangled his hands and feet, and captured his life. The little prince slept in the rose bush and never woke up again.

This time and space is also officially heading for destruction.

Sisley: …………

Even though she had a certain premonition about this ending, Sisley still felt quite shocked when she saw the decision made by the little prince with her own eyes.

"So, that breathing sound is..."

While waiting for the brown smoke to disappear from her eyes, Sisley whispered to the system.

【pretty close. 】The system replied, 【The only "surviving" in this space-time rift should be the little prince. 】

"Then my contact function, is he the one to contact?"

Sisley asked.

【Yes. ] The system said, 【You will be able to talk to him soon. 】