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There are no players in the sky, they are running towards the edge of the dome with all their strength.

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No one can stop Sibel anymore.

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She raised her arms and sang loudly, like a horse galloping on the grassland, like a goshawk passing through the forest, she sang loudly, the bright red lines of her body twisted and spread, and the tentacles stretched like her limbs.

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In the turbid world, her fluttering white hair is the only bright color.

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Through the layers of darkness and sticky substances, Su Ming'an, who was sluggish in her thinking, could vaguely pass through the blood mist in her field of vision and see the deep sadness in her eyes.

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"Xian, Bo, Er." He called out, his voice interrupted.

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[Black lamb, jump quickly~]

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She sang emotionally, and the song floated above the spreading tentacles, especially loud on the land full of wailing and crying...

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"...Xi, Bo, Er." He called out again.

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She turned her head and seemed a little surprised how he was still conscious, but he was still singing.

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[Black crow, fly quickly~]

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Su Mingan stepped forward and grabbed her collar. Her lower body was connected to the tentacles. When he was dragged up, these tentacles entwined as if provoked.

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They quickly wrapped around his wrists, forearms, and shoulders, restraining his body spontaneously, not allowing him to touch Sibel.

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And Sibel just reached out and patted them, and they shrank back like obedient children.

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"You are still conscious." She looked at him.

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"...for, what, what." Su Ming'an said.

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He was referring to why Sibel had to alienate him.

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"It's very simple." She said, "Because, I want to purify the sky... and you definitely can't accept the ending of such a mass destruction, right? Since that's the case, it's better not to let you get in my way."

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"...Flowers," he said.

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"What?" Sibel couldn't hear clearly.

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"Curse...fire." His mental state began to get worse and worse, and it became difficult to even speak.

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Even though he had all kinds of words to convince Sibel, he didn't have the strength to speak at this time, he couldn't say a complete sentence, couldn't talk about anything.

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He tightened the blade in his hand, and a large amount of blood spread out from his palm again, and the pain brought a momentary clarity to his eyes.

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He repeated simple words.

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"I saw... the flowers bloom," he said.

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She made it clear that she would wait for him to appear in the future and see the flowers bloom with him.

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But now that he came as promised, she didn't trust him at all.

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All the support in the past, the assistance in the sea of ​​fire, the lullaby, seems to have never existed. In her heart, only the word "purification" remained.

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Listening to his words, she stretched out her hand.

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A blade snatched from his hand.

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The blood-stained blade lay in her hand, and she glanced at his **** palm.

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"You really don't think of yourself as a human being, doesn't it hurt?" As soon as she dropped her hand, she threw the blade far away.

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The blade glittered and fell into the mud, never to be seen again.

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"...big, sea," he said.

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"Shut up." She said, "I don't want to see it."

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"You, think," he said.

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She pulled up his collar and stared at him with those wolf-like eyes.

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Under the hot wind of the dome, their sight was suddenly blocked by the wind. She stared at him without blinking, seeing the clarity in his eyes.

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"You, the first adventurer, the strongest adventurer, why don't you have a sweet dream?" She said: "The ending is very hopeless, knowing that no matter how hard you try, it is useless, why can't you face it? fact?"

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She said, her tone getting stronger and stronger, she was just staring at him, but she seemed to be talking to many people.

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"—Why, why do you always stop me? Why do you always want to kill me? Obviously, I'm just for you, for your future..."

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"So painful—so much pain! I have come all the way, and I have arranged everything! Why, why do you have to fight against me, insist on pursuing your so-called freedom--"

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She shouted loudly, looking at his eyes gradually slackening, her hands loosened, and she let go of him.

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He lay on his tentacles, his nails piercing his wounded palms.

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He broke free from his tentacles, and his eyes gradually became blurred.

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The white-haired Sibel, who was watching him, became unfamiliar in his eyes. He suddenly realized that he never seemed to know her in depth.

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Her pain, her struggle, seemed to be superficial in his understanding. Until now, he has not been able to understand the reason why she is in such pain.

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...she is the only pagan in the vault with the heaviest secret.

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Is it such an identity that gives her such a strong sense of guilt and self-destructiveness?

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He dragged his heavy legs across the uneven tentacles, he held her shoulders, and the blood on his palms dyed her red robe even redder.

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"Xi, Bo, Er."

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He called her name.

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"No, I can, admit it, fate."

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At any time, one cannot accept fate.

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No matter how desperate and no chance, one can never accept the so-called ending.

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Your life is in your hands, as long as there is one breath left,

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...they are worth fighting for their future.

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In the usual world dungeons, there is no shortage of people who can create miracles in a desperate situation. He doesn't believe that such an ordinary woman will just accept her fate.

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[Black python, climb quickly~]

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However, she just continued to sing.

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White hair fluttered in front of his eyes, and her singing was clear and bright.

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It's just that this nursery rhyme with a weird tune was even more weird when she sang it, like the cold wind blowing across the neck, making people shudder.

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In her singing, there is no more spirituality and longing full of lullaby. Some are just panic, desolation and despair.

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Like a song scraped in a dry desert,

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And there are no flowers in the desert.

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[Black lamb~ Jump quickly. 】

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[Black crow~ Fly quickly. 】

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[Black python~ Climb quickly. 】

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However, when she sang "Black Python", her singing suddenly stopped.

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As if her tears burst in an instant, she suddenly began to cry, her blood-stained hands covered her mouth, as if she was relieved for a moment.

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Before, no matter how desperate, no matter how helpless, no matter how much she was cursed or reviled by others, she never shed tears.

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But at this moment, her emotions overflowed like a sudden rupture.

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She originally thought that there would be no more companions along the way. Even Su Mingan, she could sensitively perceive that he actually did not approve of her act of purifying the whole sphere.

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But ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now, through her eyes full of water, she saw—

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A familiar figure, holding the black knife in his hand, is flowing through this black river of mud and tentacles.

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Wearing a sacrificial robe with a crossed collar, he struggled to cross the river, and his tentacles attacked him, all of which were slashed away by the dark energy in his hand.

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He walked through darkness and mud, as if through **** and death.

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In the boundless silence and pollution, he walked straight towards this side without stopping.

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The people were hurriedly fleeing, avoiding her like a plague god.

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——And he was going against it.

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[Nine Gods Line·he Ending (Eternal Sleep), progress: 80%]

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