I am the Envoy of the Winter

If you really can't find an opportunity, you don't even need to make a move.

Stable is easy to understand, steady.

It is also the most important point of Bai Luo's assassination technique.

Seeing that the situation is not good, run away immediately, and never love to fight.

As long as people are still alive, they can always find another opportunity to fight back.

As long as you can win, even if you use some less bright methods.

Just now Ke Lai seemed to have jumped off the cliff, but in fact, with the help of a steel wire, she swung from the gap below the cliff to the other side.

The missionary was only thinking about whether this was some kind of conspiracy, but he didn't notice that she had gone around behind her.

The most important thing is that after Ke Lai kicked him down, not only did he not intend to save him, but he also pushed a big rock from the side.

It is usually the favorite place for couples to sit when they come on a date, but it has become a reminder for missionaries at this time.

"You guys are really in the same line!"

The missionary who took out his weapon and barely clinged to the rock wall said these words again.

It's just that this time, there was no intention of complimenting, and instead, he was gnashing his teeth.

He had seen Bai Luo's methods before, but he didn't expect this brat to learn Bai Luo's tricks in a good way, it was almost carved out of the same mold.

The missionary's weapon is a strange scimitar, the blade is composed of four parts, and the power of the demon god's residue can be used to remotely operate these four parts, which is like a royal sword.

But if you don't use the power of the demon god's residue... then this is a piece of scrap iron.

And it's a broken knife that breaks at the first touch.

But the missionary couldn't take care of that much anymore, this brat obviously came here with murderous intentions, if he didn't fight back, he would really die here!

"Remember this moment! Brat! You will know what God's power is!"

Climbing on the rock wall, the missionary tore off his shawl, revealing the marks on the side of his neck.

These marks looked like wounds stabbed with something, and around the wounds were bulging blood vessels.

The missionary didn't use all his strength, and if he did, he would be burned by the black flame himself.

It's not enough to deal with a small thing.

A phantom similar to a lion appeared behind the missionary. It had three horns on its head, its tongue was forked like a snake, and its bulging muscles were explosive.

Released by the missionaries, it just wanted to roar to the sky, but saw... a person.

It was a man wearing a black windbreaker and a white mask. Standing behind Ke Lai, he seemed to be just an ordinary person, and he had no deterrent power on him.

The point is the phantom behind him.

That icy gaze, just one look, gave it the illusion that his soul was frozen.

Can't be wrong, it's...

After a cry of grief, the demon god's residue disappeared into the air under the missionary's confused eyes.

No matter how he calls it, it just doesn't want to show up again.

Chapter 74 She's Just a Child

If the missionary was calm before, he is panicking now.

The power of the demon god's residue is his main means of attack and also his greatest reliance.

The reason why he was not given up by the doctor was not only that he was the first group of people who followed the doctor to rebel until the winter, but also the reason why he took the initiative to accept the injection of the demon god residue.

Now...his power has disappeared.

His first consideration was not whether he would die here, because in his opinion, the instructor would definitely not watch that kid kill him.

He only cares about whether his power will disappear forever, and whether he will be given up by the doctor because of this.

He knew the doctor's temper very well.

After barely dodging the boulder that Ke Lai pushed down, the missionary also took advantage of the gap between the opponent pushing the stone again and climbed up.

But after coming up, there was no sign of Ke Lai in front of him.

This also made him vigilant for the first time, because he didn't think this guy ran away, he should be hiding in the dark, ready to...

"hiss--"

The missionary first felt a chill in his lower back, followed by a heart-wrenching pain.

Suppressing the pain, he swung the knife backwards, but cut nothing.

Because he overlooked one thing, Ke Lai is not an adult, but a child.

So judging from his movements that this blow would not hit Ke Lai, he pulled out the dagger and stabbed towards the other side of the symmetry.

"Tsk tsk, my back hurts just looking at it."

Bai Luo, who was watching from the dark, felt a chill down his back for no reason.

This girl really dares to poke!

Both waists were stabbed, almost making the missionary faint.

However, as an ascetic monk, his willpower is stronger than that of ordinary people, and after his body has been strengthened by the residue of the demon god, he will not completely lose his ability to resist.

It's just that he underestimated how high his hatred value was with Ke Lai.

"Hiss—"

The sound of the mechanism sounded, and the missionary only felt his knees bend tightly, and the contraction of the steel wire made him kneel down, which made him a little unstable.

Before he could stand up again, the dagger in Ke Lai's hand had already torn his hamstring.

"what--"

Even the missionaries couldn't help crying out in the face of this situation.

"Teach...Master Instructor!"

He looked at Bai Luo who was sitting not far away, and stretched out his hand, wanting to ask the instructor for help.

But it wasn't Bai Luo who held his hand, but a tender little hand covered in blood.

Under the despairing eyes of the missionary, Ke Lai cut off his tendons with a dagger in his hand.

And the cutting was very slow, she just wanted to let the missionaries know what torture is.

Looking at the instructor who was still indifferent until now, the missionary finally understood.

This so-called training was a scam from beginning to end.

"Still remember me?"

Taking off the mask of the fire debt handler on his face, Ke Lai said expressionlessly.

It's just her slightly trembling hands that reveal her true mood now.

"Yes...is it you?!"

Of course the missionary remembered Ke Lai, she was the last experimental subject when he was doing the experiment.

However, in his impression, the child died in prison because he couldn't bear the power of the demon god's residue.

At the beginning, he personally asked Bai Luo to handle it...

"Bai Luo!!!!"

Thinking of this, the missionary finally understood what was going on.

He never thought that Bai Luo didn't dispose of the child according to his order, and raised her to such an age!

"You don't deserve that name!"

Ke Lai kicked him on the chin, directly dislocating his chin.

Immediately afterwards, she turned over and sat on the missionary who was about to get up, and raised the dagger in her hand high.

One, two, three...

Minced meat flew and blood splattered everywhere.

Ke Lai kept inserting the dagger into the back of his heart, then pulled it out again, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment and grievances of these years on the missionary.

Bai Luo didn't stop her.

He knew that this kind of thing was not suitable for a child like Ke Lai to do.

Everyone understands the truth, but you still have to complain about things that should be blamed, people who should be scolded should still be scolded, and people who should vent should still be vented.

After all, the hatred and pain of a lifetime cannot be relieved by the so-called reason, nor can it be smoothed by time.

Time doesn't help us solve problems, it just makes those things that were originally plain unimportant.

And hate and pain will be more unforgettable.

Maybe this is just a big deal in the eyes of others, but only Ke Lai knows it.

How heavy was the straw that weighed on her.

Perhaps this is also a kind of wear and tear.

I don't know how long it took, when the missionary's screams became weaker and weaker, and the drawn dagger was stained with a little dirt, the dagger in Ke Lai's hand finally slipped to the ground.

"Woooo..."

Ke Lai thought that she would never cry in this life, because during the year she started wandering, she felt that she had cried all her tears.

But looking at the bloody missionary in front of him, a kind of grievance welled up in his heart.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

She raised her head and wept loudly. Tears flowed down her bloody cheeks and onto the missionary's bloody body.

She killed the missionary, she killed the past, and at the same time she killed all the hatred in her heart.

She cried like a child, a newborn baby.

No...or she was just a child, a little girl who was forced by the world to become mature, but deep down she still liked beautiful clothes, cartoon stickers, and longed for someone to rely on.

She cut off her beautiful long hair and wrapped herself in a thick shell, just to resist the malice of the world.

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were blurred from crying.

But she still didn't stop.

"Ok?"

Bai Luo, who originally walked up to Ke Lai and wanted to take her away after she finished venting, suddenly froze for a moment.

Because he could sense that there were some changes nearby.

Like under his feet.

There was a rustling sound, and the blood-stained ground began to crack.

"Could it be..."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Bai Luo knew that his plan was probably successful.

"Crack-"

A series of cracks appeared on the Star Picking Cliff, and countless buds pushed through the hard soil, stubbornly emerging from the ground.

They seem to eat chemical fertilizers, growing rapidly and entangled.

Finally, Ke Lai in the center was surrounded.

A bud that was waiting to bloom bent the fragile flower stem, just hanging in front of Ke Lai.

The Cecilia flower, representing the true love of the prodigal son, gradually bloomed, and a green gemstone appeared in the stamen.

Seeing Ke Lai who was shaking a few times and about to fall down, Bai Luo reached out and hugged her.

"Okay, let's go home."

Hearing Bai Luo's familiar voice, Ke Lai gradually became quiet and fell into a deep sleep.

As for Bai Luo.