Chapter 1208: Give Half
The puppet thread floats and the water lines are faint.
Ninety-nine arms hugged the knees, curled up like a baby, and kept falling.
The confusing words of the True Ancestor Evil God still seem to be echoing in my ears.
Ninety-Nine closed his eyes again in the water. The True Ancestor Evil God is good at spying on people's desires, thoughts and emotions.
People themselves are unable to discern the truest thoughts deep in their hearts, but the True Ancestor Evil God is able to dig them out.
But Jiujiu does not think that he is really waiting for someone to find him as the True Ancestor Evil God said.
The puppet has no roots and no heart. The master who could keep her in this world has passed away.
Even her master, from the moment she chose to jump from the cold tower to end everything.
She has been abandoned.
Abandoned unintentional objects, what kind of miracle should be used to give her hope that others can find them?
In the world of puppets, there is no freedom whether there is wind or not.
She is a killing war doll, just like a cactus that can never be made into a flower, it can never be held in people's hands.
It is dispensable, she can go or stay, whatever her heart desires, this is Yinghuo's life.
After all, it is the time of birth when there is no human heart and no understanding of the human heart.
Even though she was carved with a pen knife, she was carved into the world inch by inch.
Why didn’t the original intention of creating her have some ulterior motive?
There is still blood among human beings, and the hatred between close relatives is so deep that good and evil can be destroyed in the blink of an eye, so slander can lead to strangers in the blink of an eye.
The close relatives are still capricious, and the closeness and distance are uncertain, which proves that nothing lasts long.
Whose love would be extravagantly paid to a doll for no reason?
Jiujiu also wonders if that human cub still remembers the joke about ‘survivor’.
Maybe these are no longer important.
Ninety-nine rested his chin on his knees, and vaguely seemed to hear the sound of pear blossoms falling into the snow and the gentle breeze deep in the absolutely quiet depths of the lake.
It was as if the wind and snow outside Shifang City had returned again.
She has never been able to see the prosperous scene where the winter is gone and the stars are ever bright, as her master said.
But it doesn't matter.
【She is willing to stay in her eternal winter days forever and make her own choices. 】
【The puppets that have experienced fragmentation and reorganization are not afraid of being decomposed and destroyed. 】
Fortunately, she was picked up gently and sincerely by someone only once in her life on that cruel battlefield.
Fortunately, it was only once, and I was treated with tenderness for a short time, just like the little bit of unfamiliar sugar that melted away as soon as the tip of my tongue touched it, before I was addicted to it.
Therefore, she had enough courage to abandon herself in this no man's land without coveting anything.
Everything is going according to her plan.
She knew very well that it would be fine if it continued like this.
This is her own plan.
She doesn't need anyone to find her.
That kind of expectation was just a lie fabricated by the evil god in order to deceive and shake her heart.
Why should we hope for things that are impossible to achieve...
Scarlet blood began to spread out in large amounts over the lake. There was an abyss beneath us, but we didn’t know where it was far above our heads. At that time, the piles of hungry corpses scattered.
In this sinking lake, a messy sky seemed to suddenly fall down.
A sword light fell from the sky. Thousands of identical dolls were all slaughtered into corpses in the lake at some point, and all the thorns were chopped off.
The sword light broke through the corpses and thorns, and cut through the darkness.
Coming through the darkness.
A palm with five fingers covered with slender branches and small flowers penetrated the heavy and cold lake water and touched the translucent thread floating in the deep water.
But I don’t know when, maybe it was smudged by the endless blood in the lake, and the little flower growing out of that palm was no longer just black.
Instead, it presents a warm and fresh shape, with a rose-red color and natural grace. In this cold, death-filled world full of killing, it reveals a freshness and tenderness that is incompatible.
The palm with warmly colored flowers wrapped around the floating thread in the lake and landed on Jiujiu's shoulder.
A sudden and unexpected touch.
Unexpected proximity and physical contact.
Jiang Jiujiu suddenly raised her head. She, who had always been calm, was so shocked that bubbles bubbled out of her mouth at this moment.
As soon as she looked up, she saw scarlet colors everywhere.
It was the scarlet color covered in blood after fighting all the way from the desire to kill.
Washed by the cold lake water, it dissipated like blood mist. The whites of the eyes were dark and the pupils were red, as if they were made of condensed blood. In this half-conscious aquatic world, they reflected A light full of murderous desire and extremely strange.
That delicate and handsome pale face is full of intricately intertwined stems and veins like an old tree.
Ninety-Nine’s heart suddenly tightened and he winced violently.
The corpse demon boy who was assimilated into a monster by this lake of desire actually slaughtered all these thousands of dolls. The speed of the killing and the madness of the killing actually made this land of desire even more powerful. There was no time to absorb the nutrients from the corpse and recreate the doll.
Jiujiu didn't think that the guy who was completely inhumane under the control of that crazy murderous desire would let her go.
She resisted the bewitchment of the True Ancestor Evil God and protected the riddled heart.
But in the end, it was all in vain.
It was completely reduced to a monster body controlled by the desire of the True Ancestor Evil God, unable to communicate at all. Jiujiu even knew clearly that she had no way to wake up this monster.
The voice of the True Ancestor Evil God sounded again. Since half of its spiritual body was burned by ninety-nine, its voice did not conceal its madness and anger:
"You seem to have forgotten that besides being able to destroy the fragile and ridiculous gadget buried under your chest, I can use your hands to destroy it. Here... I also have a body that I can use."
What Jiujiu is least willing to face is that this moment will eventually come.
She raised her arm to brush away the cold palm on her shoulder that made her tremble. She endured the severe cracking pain in her body, stretched her body, and swung her limbs to escape downstream. .
But the next moment, her ankle was suddenly held by that cold and slender hand, and the delicate stamens and leaves growing out of her fingers gently brushed against her ankle, and the slightly itchy touch made her shiver.
Then an unparalleled force pulled her over.
The moment his body was suddenly lifted, Jiujiu suddenly realized that he was in this cold lake hell made of desire.
Someone finds her, and then like an executioner, he will kill her and tear her into pieces along with thousands of others.
Puppet puppets never need redemption.
So, the person who found him meant nothing more to her than a butcher's knife.
Ninety-Nine's soft and white back hit Balian's chest hard, and she felt a cold and slender arm wrap around her waist, as firm as a prison. Locking her body shut.
Jiujiu kicked and struggled in her arms, but to no avail. I could only watch helplessly as the man behind me slowly raised another pale palm that had been washed clean of blood by the lake water, and then inserted it into her chest at a gentle and suffocating speed.
Blood flowed crazily along his palms.
A bright red flower bloomed in front of Ninety-nine Eyes.
But the strange thing is that, whether it was due to the flower of desire growing out of that palm, Jiujiu did not feel any severe pain.
On the contrary, it was more like the numbing comfort that the True Ancestor Evil God had brought to her, as well as a subtle sense of comfort.
Until the scarred and bruised heart in her chest, which was entangled with puppet threads, was grasped by that hand and dug out.
Ninety-nine still had a dream-like feeling. The darkness in the whites of her eyes quickly faded away, revealing clear black and white but blank eyes, looking at the star held in her hand. A bleeding heart.
Has completely left her.
She raised her hands in confusion to try to save the heart, but at this moment, the arm that restrained her waist suddenly drove her body upstream.
Ninety-Nine seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength, his arms were slumped and loose, and his slender fingers were helplessly opening and closing in the cold lake water.
When consciousness was in chaos, under Ninety-nine's fuzzy and empty chest, something warm seemed to be filling the hole continuously, filling it up until it was extremely full and heavy.
It was as if the body, which had been floating for a moment, suddenly fell into place and finally gained real weight.
This real feeling made Jiujiu suddenly have an electric reaction.
His killing sword that slaughtered thousands of himself...when did it disappear?
If you want to destroy her heart, it is obviously more convenient to use a sword than your hands.
When does a person who is controlled by the desire to kill and loses his heart to kill put away his sword?
As soon as this subtle doubt arose in my mind, it was like a tiny seed that quickly sprouted and grew into a towering tree.
The proud, crazy, and angry voice of the True Ancestor Evil God disappeared the moment Ninety-nine’s heart was dug out and seemed to be filled with something invisible.
Ninety-nine body limbs were stretched out and weak, her expression was so dazed that she was almost numb, as if she couldn't understand why Bailian didn't treat him like thousands of others after taking out her heart. 'That kind of mutilation and killing.
His intention at the moment seemed more like...
To take her away from this dark lake.
Ninety-nine stopped falling and diving, and was constantly lifted up and up by Bai Lian's body strength, until he escaped from the deep lake bottom covered by darkness, and above his head and in front of his eyes, tiny sparkling waves that could only be seen close to the lake surface were projected. Light.
A faint layer of wind and snow seemed to disappear from the phosphorescence like wreckage on the sea.
She looked for the faint phosphorescence and subconsciously looked up.
The lake surface covered with mysterious and dark thorns overhead seemed to have been cleaned up at some point, turning into a flat lake mirror.
It seems that there is a sky dome hanging upside down in the lake mirror, and the sky clouds are flowing through it, giving birth to countless stars and day universes. They emit shining broken light, as if they are scattered thousands of miles across the endless lake surface, falling down. The flowing clouds stretch and meander.
It shows a luxurious but broken and crazy beauty to the boundless darkness in the water, blooming with a moment of splendor.
Until Ninety-nine's body was forced to come out with the broken water, the broken light of the stars and the sky was no longer like an illusion, following the broken water droplets, the charming brilliance shattered and splashed everywhere.
There is no longer any shadow of thorns wandering around.
After breaking through the lake and reaching the shore, Jiujiu lay on top of a huge sword monument made of ice.
The sword stele was slanted into the lake, with one end already submerged deep into the lake, making it impossible to see the bottom.
Jiujiu felt that Bailian was standing not far from her side. She turned over weakly and saw Bailian holding in his hand the one belonging to Bailian that he dug out from her chest. own heart.
The heart, which has been infused with the bitter poison of desire, has strange purple scabs all over its body, and a translucent silk thread is inserted under each scab.
Those strands of lines are like silver hair hanging down from Balian's hands.
After all, it is a simulation, and no matter how realistic it is, it is not a real mortal thing.
The heart, which was already riddled with holes, could be crushed and wrinkled at this moment. After leaving the body, it no longer had a beating breath and began to wither and decay.
Normal people's hearts do not change like this.
Ninety-nine still believed that the True Ancestor Evil God was controlling Balian's body and was using the most cruel and vicious method to destroy her most important things.
“Give it back to me.”
Jiujiu struggled to get up, hugging Balian's body with all his strength, trying to snatch it back.
Bailian raised the arm holding the heart high. Jiujiu's body was extremely weak. At this moment, he was naked and his feet were naked on the ice-made sword monument. Weak and slippery.
He had no choice but to stretch out another arm, firmly hold her waist, and hold her tighter.
Jiujiu was suddenly startled. She looked at Balian's eyes, the blood color receded, and they returned to their previous clear and clear eyes.
This look is definitely not something that the Evil God can possess.
This guy...
That idea was so unbelievable that Jiujiu didn’t even dare to think about it deeply and confirm it.
This is Bailian, but he has already opened his lips and said: "You don't need this kind of thing."
"Give it back to me!" Ninety-Nine's eyes were cold, full of desperate hostility. , as if he could only say these three words.
“It has been seriously polluted and it cannot be used anymore.”
Bailian's attitude was very firm. Even though the strong emotions bursting out of Jiujiu's eyes at this moment were as if he wanted to kill people, his arms raised high did not waver and dropped down.
I saw his palms suddenly closed, and under Ninety-nine's desperate and collapsed eyes, he kneaded the heart to pieces as if it were mud.
Bright red and purple minced meat fell along his fingers.
Ninety-nine years ago, the only thing she lost was that she lost her composure, even regardless of her physical weakness. But according to her temperament, even if she lost her composure, she was not hysterical with hatred, but there was a lonely feeling in her eyes. Flushed, she forced herself to stand on her tiptoes, opened her pale lips, and bit down on Balian's chin.
She raised her head, her dark eyes reflecting the withered heart. She had never seen the birth process of this heart, but she had witnessed with her own eyes how it turned into ashes.
Balian hissed in pain, and the arm he raised finally fell, landing on Jiujiu's shoulder, pushing her down.
Ninety-nine showed no resistance at all, and his body fell softly and instantly. He was so docile and well-behaved that it was not like her at all.
Just as her soft and white body covered the sword monument made of ice, her body temperature was actually colder than the black ice for a moment.
Bailian frowned and looked down at Jiujiu's pair of dark eyes that could not let out any light.
He couldn't help but purse his lips and didn't say a word.
He put his hands together to form a knife, sharply digging out his heart and cutting it in half.
The bloody scene did not touch Jiujiu in the slightest. She remained motionless, like a doll that had lost its soul.
The moment Balian put half of his heart steadily into her heart, Ninety-Nine Eyes trembled heavily.
Then she heard Bailian's warm voice:
"Although it is only half, this heart is at least real."
"I'll give you what you want."
(End of this chapter)