The sea breeze blew across the bridge that had been filled, and the once burning blood was extinguished by the tide stained with the smell of the sea. The giant ships docked on the shore told the visitors here.

No longer killed, standing silently at the bridge, waiting for the boring end of a drama. Kakashi's figure stood beside him, and the "Intimate Paradise" in his hand was flirting with scattered eyes, with his eyes showing his forehead protector silently looking at the man beside him, and his slightly cold words were uttered through his mask: "Are you leaving?"

No words were heard. Looking back, the girl like snow was still there. The cheerful words of the boy, who was like the sun, faintly affected the mood of the people around him. Even the dark head, who had been following him, slightly swept away a ray of haze.

He turned around and said lightly: "You have times when you talk nonsense, Hashiki Kakashi..."

Kakashi stared at the comic in his hand, wondering if there was anyone listening, maybe he was perfunctorily saying "Yeah".

There was not a loud voice from Shui Naique from the bridge: "If you don't kill the master, the ship is ready..."

No more than slashing Kakashi leaning against the guardrail, he said lightly: "It's time to leave, white..."

Clear words tear apart the air with a faint morning mist, and the empty bridge was particularly clear. If you don’t cut off the bridge deck and step onto the selected boat, after all, the protagonists here are not me, and only Kakashi and the others are coming to send him off, right?

Close your eyes gently, and the darkness in front of you brings clarity of reality. Haha, just like myself and Kakashi, you clearly understand everything, but you have to work together to stage this boring "breakup". A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of your mouth, but it was blocked by a white bandage, and only a faint trace was raised...

The sound of the sea water slapping on the hull penetrated into my ears, just like the cry of the undead surrounding the ears at night, I was already used to it...

Remove the beheading sword, put it at the door of your room, slowly leaning against the corner of the wall, burying his head between his knees, how long has it been? It has never been as fragile as it is now. Haha, can you lose it if you want to gain it?

Just as I collapsed that will, I might no longer have the power to transcend the boundaries of "humans"? Is it that stretched my hands in front of me, and it was still so powerful, but I lost the fate of controlling "humans" not long ago.

The eyes slid down, countless torn arms pulled themselves into their hearts, the steel throne was completely frozen at some point, the crystal skeleton lost its once dazzling color, and countless resentful spirits surrounded them, no longer the surrender of the past, the eyes scattered in their pupils showed a resentful color...

No longer slashing at the resentful spirits around him, he was vaguely familiar with them, or was already blurred in the depths of his memory, but the color in his pupils was very familiar to me. Humph, it was the dead, the resentment that had never died for the flesh and blood of the living...

Finally, a resentful spirit couldn't help but stretch out its broken finger claws, trying to tear a piece of flesh from the freshness in front of us, and swung the beheading sword, and the heavy blade cut the dead body into two pieces. The other resentful spirits restrained their finger claws in fear, but the corners of their mouths showed a thick yellow covet, which could not hide the yearning for flesh and blood. The corners of their mouths that were not covered showed a grim smile. The darkness extending under their figure instantly teared apart hundreds of undeads close to them. Countless undeads scattered and continued to hide in the abyss of resentment with howling...

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

The unrestrained laughter echoed in front of the frozen throne. Even if I can't control it or drive it, I am still a ghost who can even kill the dead...

"Cruff..." The sound of the door being pushed open woke up and took a nap. He looked up slightly and saw a snow-like figure embodying his eyes. The pale yellow pupils then covered the flash of the heart. They closed slightly and had a faint eyelid. They opened their arms and heard the sound of clogs stepping on the boat board. Two light sounds of "step, step" sounds.

"Pu~" The gentle thin slim pounced into his arms, and the familiar faint scent of cherry blossoms accompanied by the slightly swaying hair penetrated into the tip of his nose. For some reason, his slightly tired eyes were clearly closed, but he could not hide a faint soreness. His arms slowly tightened, feeling the softness of the girl in his arms. He opened his mouth slightly, but only spit out a few faintly blurred tones: "Bai, Bai..."

The pain was in the body, maybe it was very painful, maybe it didn't hurt. The scent of cherry blossoms blurred the feeling. Haha, it seems that there is no suppression of itself. Are those dirty things impatient? I didn't open my eyes, but the feeling of being commented has a warm feeling...

"If you don't kill the Lord..."

I couldn't help but stretch out a index finger, pressed the slightly opened light pink lips, and tried to open the light yellow ghost eyes full of sleepiness. Layers of bloody blood crawled up on the whites of my eyes at some point.

I quietly stared at the delicateness of the girl in front of me as snowy as the first snow. My brown eyes made me sink. My pure black pupils softly outlined the strength that belonged to the girl in front of me. I gently stretched out my hand and hugged the girl in front of me, and then I felt the thinness under my strength. I buried my head in the slightly pink neck, and my long hair with the faint fragrance of flowers buried my sense of smell...

Feeling the faint breath scattered gently across the ears, the girl's breath depicts the tenderness that may only exist in her world. Her bright eyes closed at some time, just like her tired self...

If you don't cut off your eyes completely, the corners of your mouth under the bandage are curled up, or pity or sarcastic smiles, only the bitterness you understand is buried under the pale bandage...

The ship drifts away with the wind, and the blood buried under the sea will not follow because of killing. Except for the resentment fixed by cause and effect, it follows the ghost-like shadow until it ends...

The light blue figure stopped at the door. The sliding door that was so close to the point was clearly within reach, but it was unpredictable. Listening to the two people in the door breathing, the white hands that stretched out were frozen in the air. A wisp of mist-colored loss flowed out of the cat-like eyes, and gently turned around and walked towards his cabin...

If I don’t kill my master, maybe I’m just the fantasy cat who keeps rubbing his master’s trousers to be picked up...

"Hu...Hu..." A slight snoring sound came from the white bandage. Bai gently opened his eyes and looked at the familiar Leng Yi face in front of him. The fatigue of sleeping made a drop of sweat hanging on the closed corners of his eyes. He gently wiped away the water marks at the corner of his eyes. A trace of pain shook in his heart. He gently leaned against the corner of the wall and sat down, gently hugging the tired man in front of him, the familiar temperature gently entered his arms, and felt the warmth overflowing from under the bandage in his chest. A light red couldn't help but float on his cheeks, just like before, and he wouldn't kill the adults again...

The slightly fishy barbecue, neatly cut apples, warm candy, were finally frozen in the white bear covered with water droplets. The blood-stained face slowly raised, and the eyes hidden under the broken hair were invisible. The cold words were filled with unquestionable temperature: "Bai, you are mine..."

The gray world illuminated in that moment, the snowy bridge deck, and the tall figure slowly carried the thin girl on her back. The temperature on her back was so warm...

The faint tears were messy from the corners of the girl's eyes, and the shallow water marks slid across her fair cheeks, as if she felt the tears of the girl beside her. Her hands were released and she wrapped around her soft waist again...

I can't tell who ignited the last world, but this was the last fireworks in gray, and the flying butterflies couldn't help but pounce on them...

The black turbidity was quietly guarding the side of Ai Wuzhan, and the empty eyes could not see the expression, but could not help but extend further and further. At the moment of the initial decision, I could only watch out for this way. Even if it was covered in blood, even if I would never have the appearance of the past. However, if I didn't cut it, do you still remember that stupid girl named Tanzi...

Next stop, flowers bloom?

The flowers of Yinin are all red...

Zabuzhan stood at the bow of the boat, looked at the vague shore in the distance, turned slightly, looked at the four subordinates following me, and finally looked at the white cheeks. Haha, Bai, I once wanted to break free from the trajectory of fate, I really don’t regret the moment I discarded the key, even if I continue to be bound by this cause and effect, I don’t pray that the surname of Taodi can be portrayed under your shadow, I just want to accompany you until the last moment I have you...

If you don't cut your head up and look at the sky, the white clouds continue to be in the vast sky. The occasional birds singing clearly in the sun, but they cannot sweep away their haze. They hold the beheading knife behind their backs, and the replaced bandages. The rough friction brings peace of mind. They gently close their eyes. The clouds block the sky of the ship. The "turbid" darkness covers the entire giant ship. There are too many in the future. What can I fully grasp? The world that has gradually changed, how long can the blurred memories in my mind continue to guide myself?

Knife, only the knife can protect everything behind me that follows me closely. Have you hesitated? Humph, no, I am the head of the seven ninja sword of the Mizunin - the ghost man, Taodi, will I not kill again...

I will cut it down on everything that blocks me and no longer control the hypocritical "fate". Even if I no longer sit on the throne of the dead, I will cut off the cause and effect that dares to entangle me!! Just like before...

Blood, and blades support the last world, and even the surroundings cannot absorb warmth. It will eventually freeze to death on the metal throne, right? If you don’t cut the corners of your mouth, you will curl a smile, close your eyes, and the figure of a snow-like girl fills the black thinking...
Chapter completed!