Leave it to fate?

My destiny is up to me, not to God!

A sentence flashed through the mind of the fog believer, and he suddenly opened his eyes. Ω Biqu    』Ge

The scene he was looking forward to was not reflected in his eyes.

That was another surprise to him.

The flying knife swirled and flew in the air, and then melted as it was about to hit the edge for a long night.

It seems not appropriate to say that it is melting, and it may be better to use digestion.

After all, melting turns solid into liquid, and the flying knife doesn't even have a residue left.

It seemed to disappear out of thin air, like a mud cow entering the sea.

"This..." The mist believer's thoughts became restless, and countless fragments of memories surged out of his hippocampus, washing away his nerves.

Finally, the tide of memory stayed in Wansong Town, and on another flying knife that disappeared in the same way.

"You...what are you?!" The mist believer asked this question that he did not expect to get an answer in a desperate tone as if his brain was hit hard.

The eyes of the long night on the edge left the kneeling autumn frost moon and turned to the mist believer.

That look was like the look of a child poking an ant's nest looking at an ant's eyes.

"Interesting." He spitted out two words, and his voice was completely different from the sound he had just come down from the tree.

The mist believer turned his head to avoid facing him. He felt that this would probably avoid repeating the mistakes of Xuan Yin and Frost Moon.

He slowly glanced at the long night that was gradually walking towards him with his aftermath.

Do you want to escape?

If I run away, what will happen to the two of them?

The mist believer asked himself while thinking.

In fact, it’s nothing more than losing some experience and durability, and then resurrecting in the city.

But this is the definition of ‘death’ in the game.

If the mist believer is not sure that he dies in the hand of the long night on the edge, it is still considered "death" in the game sense.

Because from the beginning, he kept feeling the breath of death from the edge of the night.

Death here is the true meaning of death.

Because of the special nature of his profession, the Misty Trust lived in the army and mercenary corps for a while in the early days. The days of licking blood from the knife are something he cannot forget.

He has felt the feeling of being close to the edge of death more than once.

That inner sense of fear was exactly the same as what the long night on the edge brought him.

"It seems you already know." With a two-smile smile in the words of the Edge Night, he gradually approached the Mist believer.

Run away, leaving here first is the most important thing.

Qiu Shuangyue probably can't save him, let him leave his fate. But I must save Xuan Yin. The mist believer thought to himself.

"Do you know, there were people who were as smart as you." The edge of the night continued to take steps slowly and talk to themselves.

3. The mist believer continued to avoid the sight of the long night on the edge, counted down, and prepared to start running.

"Now his grave grass is probably three feet tall, hahaha."

2. You smiled so hard. The mist believer mocked in his heart.

"It's a pity that this body is not as useful as the previous one. The physical fitness of the previous person is really the best. I think it can probably tear off a black dragon with bare hands." The edge of Changye shook his head, looked very regretful, and then reached his hand to the mist believer in front of him.

one!

The Misty Trustee Shadow Step was instantly used and immediately appeared beside Xuan Yin not far away.

"Shadow Cloak!"

The extremely black curtain covered the two of them, and the mist believer unfolded his invisible force field and wrapped the Xuan Seal with him.

Perfect, let's retreat now. The foggy believer took a deep breath, picked up the trembling mysterious seal, and ran towards the road leading to the city.

Then, something unexpected happened to him.

The right foot of the night on the edge stomped heavily on the ground, and then the whole person turned into a ball of black fog. In an instant, it suddenly attacked the eyes of the Misty Trust, and then turned into a human form again. He held the collar of the mysterious seal in the arms of the Misty Trust with his left hand and threw her aside. Then, his right hand surrounded by black mist pinched the Misty Trust's neck and lifted the Misty Trust in mid-air.

All of this is so rapid that the fog believer has no time to react.

But even if he reacted, it would be futile.

If he had a hundred ways to escape, then the long night on the edge would have ten thousand ways to deal with it.

"Um...uh..." The mist believer tried to break free, pulling his right hand tightly tied with his hands.

The results are obvious.

"Hey, I was going to wash away your memory, but you were like this, so it seems that you can only die." Bian Changye shook his head, showing a look of loving talent and cherishing talent.

"Say your final goodbye to the two worlds you love deeply."

The black mist gradually spread from the arms to the fingers, and then went up the neck.

"The person I depended on last time, everything is good, it's too stupid." The edge of Changye stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the face of the foggy believer, "But what about you, too smart."

"It's not good for being too smart or too stupid. If it weren't for my host being too special, I would really want to enter your body and play with it." The left finger of the edge of Changye left the face of the Misty Trustee, and then patted his head gently.

"That's all, the damn person will die in the end."

The expression of the long night on the edge suddenly changed, and a magical smiley face with a mouth grinning to the roots unfolded in front of the foggy believer.

Host? Humanoid plague? What is this and what?

I probably will never know the answers to these questions.

The mist believer gave up resistance and thought.

...

"Chief?"

"Chief!"

"Knightslag!"

I shouted over and over to the endless data void.

But the only response to me is speechless.

In this vain world, even the wind does not exist.

I let myself float and sink in the data, feeling the loneliness brought by suddenly offline.

Not long ago, I was still fighting fiercely with Qiu Shuangyue. At that time, Qiu Shuangyue shot straight into my face. I couldn't dodge and got shot. Then I was disconnected in an instant without even seeing the word "Piao".

This game and I are connected, and offline cannot stop me from returning to the game. This was what the chief told me before.

But this time, no matter how I try, I can no longer touch that world.

It's like there's a wall between me and it.

It seemed as if I had returned to the day when I first met Elise, and the iron wall blocked in front of us was the same in that underground cave.

A Great Wall separates two worlds.

"Elys!"

I could only shout over and over again to those whom I could ask for help.

However, no one came.

wrong.

In this world of nothingness, there is another person.

I turned my head and looked at the ball of light floating in the air.

etc.
Chapter completed!