The signal a gave him appeared at the edge of Sangra. Miller followed the positioning instrument and headed towards the direction it pointed out. At the sight of him, there was an orange-red desert, with the blue sky complementing the floating sand and gravel. The heat-sensing image told him that there was only a witch nearby. The closer to Anya's place, the heavier the suppression power was. The instinct of the phantom beast made him open his wings, and at that moment, a ghostly figure flashed behind him.

Long black hair, blue eyes, the witch's face was as gloomy and gorgeous as in memory. The latter saw the appearance of the phantom beast and raised his eyebrows gently, and opened his mouth with an unknown smile at the same time: "Sure enough..."

He didn't hear what Anya said, but the murderous intent surged around the other party was extremely solemn. Logically, Anya didn't know his relationship with Qing Changye, and it was a bit abnormal to hate him so much. Before Miller spoke, Anya said, "You put him out of the coffin, right?"

Miller was stunned.

"I felt strange when I met you in the imperial capital a year ago. Your soul breath made me disgusted," the smile on Anya's lips rose higher and stronger in the surprised gaze of the phantom beast: "You are exactly the same as mine. Just like another me. I have never known why anyone could let him go. Now it seems that the spell on the coffin mistakes you for me."

As the words finished, the corrosive black mist had already surged in front of Miller. The wind element blew away Anya's superpowers and the fire bloomed at the witch's feet. To Miller's surprise, he easily approached the other party's body, and his fist fell on the witch's abdomen, which hit the rock under the action of a huge impact. Anya's gorgeous face was covered with blood. He turned his head and made a sound of bone friction when his neck twisted. The strange thin sound made the phantom beast stunned. For a moment, he felt that what he touched was not a living body. Anya was like a porcelain piece.

"May I have your name?"

“…Miller Winkworth.”

"Miller, the name of the angel," the syllable chewed between the witch's lips and teeth for a moment, and Anya smiled: "Send you back to heaven, small wings."

He felt a sharp pain from his back, and the feeling of his wings being corroded and peeled off was extremely clear. Anya's arm seemed to be broken and twisted, but his five fingers tightly grasped the black wing of the phantom beast. They were so far away, scarlet wind and sand were flying, and Anya somehow teared off his wing from the air. When she felt the severe pain, Miller subconsciously attacked the object he was approaching him. Anya's twisted arm proved that he was indeed attacked, but...

The caramel-colored eyes were slightly wide open, and he couldn't believe that he saw the witch's broken arms reconciled. A crack appeared on the surface of Anya's skin, but healed in an instant. At that moment, Miller realized that he might not be able to kill Anya. Not only that, maybe he would die in the other party's hands. Miller gritted his teeth, and his feet kicked to the ground. The recoil force made the phantom beast approach the witch's chest. Before Anya's action, he reached out toward the other party's right chest cavity. Multiple elements of superpowers gathered at the fingertips of the phantom beast, and a blood hole as big as a fist appeared in the witch's chest. Anya leaned back and avoided his attack.

"!"

Blood gushed out of the phantom beast's mouth. When approaching, the witch not only avoided it, but also the black fog eroded the phantom beast's body from the back of her heart. Surprise flashed in Miller's eyes. A lot of blood was bleeding from Anya's wound. It was logical that it would be impossible to react without a reaction to the heart and lungs. What's even more terrifying is that the cracked traces of porcelain appeared in Anya's wound. The witch stumbled forward a few steps, and a smile appeared on her gorgeous face.

No matter where he attacks, Anya's wounds will heal after bleeding. The other party's body is covered with blood. People who don't know may think he has an advantage. The unique perception of the phantom beast tells Miller that the other party's superpowers have no fluctuations from beginning to end, which means that Anya does not take the battle with him seriously. The cracks like broken porcelain extend on the witch's pale skin, and if this drags on, it will only become more and more unfavorable. He turned around.

"Ah?" The witch threw away the bloody wings in her hand. When the wind and sand were gone, the breath of another soul became blurred. He was a little surprised: "I actually ran away..."

The sound of the communicator made Qing Changye lower his eyes, and the noise of Lance and the little secretary roaring in his ears continued. The little secretary repeatedly thought that His Majesty should have approved documents due to illness, while Lance directly covered his face with a pillow. Seeing the name displayed on the communicator, Qing Changye pressed to answer: "Miller?"

"A Ye." The voice of the phantom beast was soft, and he always made people think of everything related to sunlight: "What are you doing?"

"Fill your Majesty drinks," Qing Changye seemed to think that this kind of work was a bit stupid, and hesitated for a moment before he answered Miller's question. Lance was very leisurely instructing him to take Coke and orange juice for a while. The little secretary looked at the debauchery scene with a look of worrying about the country and the people: "Is there anything wrong?"

"I might be back later today."

Qing Changye responded.

He swallowed the sentence, and the corner of the phantom beast's lips slightly raised: "Did you want to stay in York at the beginning?"

"Yes." This is the truth. He doesn't hate the atmosphere of York, and he can even be said to be very yearning for it. Some people once said that he is weak. If he could live a peaceful and peaceful life on York, he would not mind becoming weak.

"Really?" Miller speeded up his speech: "I mean... I was surprised and happy. Alice and Kate both liked you very much. When you left, Alice cried for three days and three nights. After all, her life goal during that period was to marry you when she grew up. Uh?"

"I like them too," Qing Changye pressed the restless Lance, and he signaled the other person to see the drip tube tied in his hand: "Alice must be very beautiful when she grows up."

"Yes, she's a blond sweetheart." Miller smiled: "Does Aye still remember the orchids in Wimbledon? That was the first time I saw orchids, although it was in the glass house. And the stars on the river..."

The witch's aura gradually approached, and coldness followed like a shadow. He paused and finally explained the dark crack that had bothered them for three years.

"I killed him," Miller said softly, "have you ever hated me for this?"

Qing Changye didn't say anything.

"I must have hated me, even I hate myself. Do you know? I may be the only guy who knows you like him. When you were in York, you dreamed about him every day because I used my superpowers to invade your spiritual world. I saw your meeting and you kissed. Your eyes were always bright when you looked at him, but I would never be related to you. I was jealous."

"you……"

"Aye," Miller was still laughing: "Even if it's fake, I'll lie to me one last time."

"Why-" I have to say this suddenly?

He realized something was wrong. Miller was not a sentimental guy. He would try to relieve loneliness as much as possible when he was a little boy. Miller would create a lot of irrelevant little troubles to attract his attention, but he would never put these words on the surface unless he was forced to the edge.

"I'll give him his life back to you." The voice of the phantom beast contained some indescribable emotion: "I woke up because of you. If even you hate me, everything becomes meaningless. Don't hate me, don't forget me, please."

The communication was cut off when Miller's voice fell. Almost at that moment, he felt another person's soul. He breathed flat, and his five fingers stretched out from it with a very corrosive mist. Anya used a spell to nail the phantom beast to the rock, and the iron cone that pierced the collarbone penetrated Miller's back, and the witch's fingers pulled off the remaining wings bit by bit.

"Where is he?"

For Miller, his wings connected the most fragile nerves in his body. This feeling was like being skinned. He opened his mouth, and the breath of the phantom beast gradually became rapid, and the screams were blocked in his mouth. Seeing that he did not speak, Anya manipulated the black fog to corrode his face and neck.

"You look pretty." The hoarse voice was full of charm, and the witch gently lifted his jaw with her fingertips: "Does it hurt?"

“…!”

The blood bubbles on the surface of his skin rolled, and toxins corrode tissue step by step. Fog rushed into his eyes, and blood and physiological tears flowed down his rotten eyes. The nasal cavity was full of irritating sour smell. The witch's tone was neither salty nor light.

"Tell me where he is and I'll let you die."

The phantom beast gritted his teeth and kept his last awakening. His fingers moved easily. He was not so weak that it showed. As long as Anya relaxed for a moment, he would have the chance to approach the other party's heart. Even if he died, he could solve a big problem for Qing Changye. a will tell Qing Changye what he had done, and that person will always remember him, just like Qing Changye will always remember another person. The dying phantom beast accumulated strength to stab the witch's chest, and the iron cone used to fix it directly pulled two deep marks on Miller's chest. His muscles and blood were like a split river. Faster, faster, faster! As long as he touched the heart of this person--

"you……"

He realized something. But it was too late.

At the end of the memory, the witch's face was blurred. The other party looked at his dying body, his thin and flat lips slightly raised, like a blooming flower.

Anya has no heart.

The initial abnormalities were explained in the most perfect way. In the information collected by a, the star pirates involved in Alfonso's encirclement and suppression swore that they saw the witch's broken chest, and everyone thought that the unlucky guy was dazzled. Because Anya was still alive, his every move seemed to be shrouded in the dark shadows on the heads of the perpetrators back then. But everyone was wrong, because he had indeed died once. He was a dead person. The corpse was basically in front of him.

"Sir! Team Leader Miller's positioning instrument has fluctuated!"

"How is it?" Qing Changye was a little anxious. After he hung up the communication, he ran to the investigation team. What Miller said made him feel wrong. A complicated look flashed across the investigator's face, and he became hesitant: "You know that every soldier who comes to the battlefield will implant a positioning device. The positioning device can also understand the health of the soldiers based on his nervous conditions, and the life index of the team leader Miller..."

“--It just turned into zero.”

The witch in the sand pile shook off the blood at his hand. He untied the spell and the corpse of the phantom beast fell straight from the rock. The two hollow gaps on his back were traces left after the wings were torn. His gaze pointed past the once handsome face. After a little thought, Anya completely corroded him into white bones with the mist.

"……zero?"

Qing Changye was stunned.

Do you remember the orchids of Wimbledon? It is as colorful as the crown between the girls' hair. The star dust in the middle of summer night falls on the river, and the white dew penetrates the rose path in the early morning. You made me see these things for the first time. You taught me to speak, but I learned too quickly, so you wouldn't bother to care. I knew I should have learned a little slower. Alice said that the black-haired brother smiled so well, and I said yes, he is my day and night. We have seen the clouds in York together. When you first saw the clouds that seemed to be burned by fire a hundred years ago, you told me that this was sunset. And Olola, because she had been afraid to see girls in blue skirts for a while, and I thought they were all just as fierce.

It's really great to have you. Even if my sun always stops at the darkest point, your eyes will not stay on me.

A Ye will... remember me?

"you mean……"

"Sorry, sir," the investigator was probably used to this situation. After being surprised, he shook his head: "You and him are friends, let's have a grief."

Cowardice and goodness are burned to pieces, the sun rises from the top of the dead bones, and the humble heart wanders on the path of the dead.

"Qingqing?"

He took the communicator from the phantom beast, and the other party did not forget to destroy the thing into a pile of scrap iron before his death. After shouting, he realized that there was no hearing on the other end. Anya threw the destroyed communicator with some amusement.

The previously broken parts healed one by one, and Anya looked at her pale skin without saying a word. In the stage play performed by Wen Lan, the witch stuffed sapphires into her eyes as her pupils. He cut his broken body and walked all the way from the iron forest covered with the tips of the knife to the castle where the prince lived.

He will return to the world for his love.
Chapter completed!