After binding the Yokohama Ancient God system

"Uh……"

Hearing this, the man named Paul Verlaine tilted his head and frowned.

"What about Zhongya Zhongyuan? Did you kill him?"

I asked the Germans repeatedly.

"How could I kill my brother?"

Paul Verlaine looked at me speechlessly.

"I want to kill you—and those shameless people who use spirit or matter to imprison Zhongye invisibly."

I:"……"

Niu wow, he threatened to kill me as soon as he came up.

This is the first time I have encountered such an exciting thing after living for so long.

Now that I know that there should be no serious problems in the Central Plains, I feel much more relieved, and spend time with this Verlaine slowly.

"You want to kill me, come on, try."

With my back to the sea, I opened my hands comfortably and said to him.

I want to see who will bear the weight of fate.

"Uh..." Verlaine was standing not far away. He heard what I said, and kept silent. His cobalt blue eyes, which were somewhat similar to Zhong, stared at me, and he was slowly approaching me.

Me: "Why don't you move—"

【brush--】

A slight smile froze on my face.

"Huh?" At first, I felt that the position of the arm was a little relaxed, as if it was too relaxed;

Then the heart-piercing pain and warm heat flowed down my arm sparsely.

The transparent sea water under the feet gradually turned red.

[Plop - plop -]

Two slender, snow-white arms that looked like handicrafts fell on the wet and sticky sand, with neat cuts.

"Uh..." I looked at them reluctantly, and even wanted to bend down to pick up those two snow-white arms.

The arms are perfect and the hands are beautiful. I am very satisfied. I don’t even want to wear long sleeves when I wear skirts. I just want more people to see my beautiful white arms.

But now I have no hands, no way to pick them up.

[Your current state of mind is shaking. 】

The instructor's voice reached my ears.

I have nothing else to do, just look at my arm with nostalgia.

"Sometimes I'm really curious."

Verlaine pressed the brim of his hat, his voice was calm but confused: "You are just a conjurer who has just awakened your spell power. What kind of confidence makes you stand in front of me and let me try to kill you without shame?"

Having said that, Verlaine showed a cruel smile.

"Your caring port mafia leader just left you here alone, didn't he reveal my identity to you in advance?"

"Or——from the very beginning, he planned to let you be buried in my hands."

The handsome man raised his head slightly, and the golden hair was swept onto his snow-white cheeks by the sea breeze.

He put the black top hat on his chest, and raised his other hand—the slender fingers gently stroked my neck twice.

"My brother should like you very much." Verlaine said indifferently.

"But that's ok, time heals everything - he doesn't need anyone by his side; just me is enough."

I can feel a slight tingle in my throat, but it's nothing compared to the sharp pain in my arm.

"What did you cut off from me?"

I tilted my head and asked him.

Verlaine: "Your arms, then your head."

"Are you sure you cut it off?"

I stubbornly asked him.

"Uh..." Verlaine was stunned.

His calm expression gradually collapsed, his cobalt blue eyes were staring at me, his disbelieving facial expression seemed to be seeing some monster that shouldn't exist in the world.

……

From Verlaine's point of view, the girl with long pink hair is still holding her broken arm, maintaining a posture of opening her arms, as if she didn't react to her broken arm and produced a phantom limb behavior.

The first thing that started to go wrong was the blood from her arms.

The severed limb of Shangjiangzhou Youxing was like a faucet that was not tightened. The sparse and continuous blood flowed down her wound, gradually staining the beach and the sea red.

She is like an inexhaustible source of blood.

And there was no pain or panic on her face from the beginning to the end, as if the pain of a broken arm was nothing to her.

"Are you sure you cut it off?"

Shangjiangzhou Youxing asked him with a smile, there were only two colors left in the world for a while—the paleness of her skin, and the scarletness of her dress and blood.

"Uh..." Verlaine's cells perceiving danger all over his body were screaming and escaping frantically. This was a feeling he had never had since he was born.

And the waters within five meters of the diameter of the pomelo and apricot on Shangjiangzhou were all stained red by her blood, like the Bay of Killing Whales, as poignant and ruthless as a ruby.

wrong……

Verlaine took a step back with a vigilant expression.

He no longer underestimates the enemy like before.

The killing intent all over his body was mobilized and concentrated by Verlaine, he instantly concentrated the most sensitive and agile abilities all over his body, treating the girl in front of him as if he were the deadliest enemy.

It's not like a power, it's not like a spell.

The viciousness is disgusting, but also awe-inspiring.

The scarlet sea water, the ancient and old atmosphere, is like the thousand-year-old insoluble ice on the snow, or the ice and snow in the fur of polar giant beasts.

"You... are our kind?"

After reacting, Wei Erlun asked Shangjiangzhou Youxing in a daze.

Shangjiangzhou Youxing's arm has been repaired.

But those beautiful green arms could never return to their original white and slender appearance.

Her new arm is made of countless bloodshot and sarcoma.

It looked weird, hair-like strips of flesh squirmed on her texture, and mucus and eyeball-like sarcoids adhered to the surface of the cortex.

【clatter】

Under the man's pale face, the eyes on her arm opened.

Those were densely packed golden pupils, they were scurrying around on her arms, dazzling people's eyes.

"Are you sure—did you cut it off?"

Shangjiangzhou Youxing smiled and asked Verlaine repeatedly, those crocodile-like golden vertical pupils stared at him menacingly.

"What you cut off is mine?"

Her "hand" gently pulled up the hem of the skirt, and the scarlet blood on her snow-white thighs slid down her legs and merged into the bright red sea water.

"Ah!!" Verlaine's pupils narrowed, and he felt an unprecedented sense of malice and crisis.

"No! You are not our kind."

Verlaine looked at her in astonishment, and said word by word.

This evil, pure breath is far higher than the limit of artificial gods.

She should not belong to the world.

She shouldn't be here.

This kind of hidden power that should have been buried under the thick soil, or lurking in the universe, seemed to have broken through the so-called dimensional wall, escaped from the loopholes in the rules, and came to him.

Is this the port mafia's secret weapon against him?

What is the purpose of Shangjiangzhou Youxing by Zhongye's side?

Why... is she allowed by the rules to appear here.

"Can you tell me what is "detachment"? "

Shangjiangzhou Youxing's eyes were bleeding, and two lines of blood flowed down her snow-white cheeks, which was terrifying and beautiful.

"Uh..." Cold sweat gradually broke out on Verlaine's forehead. He felt that the huge existence without any rationality and personality under Jiangzhou Youxing's beautiful human skin was becoming more and more obvious. It seemed that the white skin would be torn apart in the next second. ,stand out.

As for himself... the painful throbbing of his head and the whispering whispers in his ears became more and more obvious.

【Paul】

Verlaine felt Rimbaud standing quietly behind him, looking at him with hatred with those beautiful green eyes.

【Paul, you disgusting monster. 】

Rimbaud behind him smiled, his pale and handsome face showed a distorted expression of pleasure.

He was like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell, whispering horrible whispers.

【Why are you still alive? 】

"Uh..." was hallucination.

Yes, hallucinations.

Rimbaud was dead, killed by Chuya himself.

Verlaine covered his face with his hands, staring and desperately suppressing his painful panting.

Rimbaud [You want to be free, you want to have relatives and the same kind. 】

The French youth with long curly hair narrowed his eyes with a smile.

[Look in the mirror, are you worthy? 】

[The so-called artificial god is just data born in the format, an algorithm, and a concept. 】

Rimbaud smiled tactfully, and shook his head behind Verlaine in disappointment.

【You are not a greater existence than human beings. 】

【You are just a pile of rubbish piled up with broken copper, rotten iron and rotting flesh. 】

Those familiar green eyes were still gentle and tolerant.

But every word he uttered was like a knife piercing Verlaine's chest.

【Why, can't you simply and neatly clean your dirt from this world? 】

Rimbaud asked Verlaine gently and doubtfully.

"Ah!!" The red light of anger and unwillingness in Verlaine's eyes instantly swallowed his own reason.

The thin and slender figure of the man disappeared from the beach—the sandstorm filled the sky on the beach, and a huge and long roar of a dragon came from the ground!

……

In the midst of the storm.

I ignored Verlaine, who transformed from supernatural hot-blooded anime to Western fantasy style and turned into a dragon.

I just calmly used my ugly new arm to pick up the white arm that was like light porcelain on the beach, and seemed to put it back on my body.

【Your state and sanity are shaking. 】

But I tried many times and there is no way to push them back.

【Your state and sanity are shaking. 】

Even if I break the newborn "arm", there is no way.

【What are you yearning for? 】

The instructor's voice asked me coldly.

【Are you resisting this force again?Or are you yearning for your flawless beauty as a human being? 】

This is the first time it didn't use honorifics for me.

And now, like an invisible whip, it is whipping my spirit and questioning my beliefs.

【Do you really understand what it means to be Sayaka? 】

The instructor asked seriously.

[You can be greedy, and you can have all the evil desires of time - but your... can never be restricted. 】

【Your?? pushes you forward, and your?? can make you devour everything in order to achieve your goals by whatever means. 】

[Your love, your reason, your passion—even your beautiful body, are nothing in front of... 】

[Now, Shangjiangzhou Yuxing. 】

said the instructor.

[Prove it to me. 】

A silver knife appeared in my twisted and ugly hand.

The silver knife was shining coldly, reflecting my beautiful face.

[Prove to me that you can give up everything in order to step into the red door of heaven and earth. 】

作者有话要说：感谢在2022-01-2823:51:15~2022-01-3009:01:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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