"This bitch actually carries a trace of his origin." The black and white figure that originally appeared in that space was holding his hands on the bed, covering his chest.
There was sweat on his forehead, which wet the purple hair on his forehead. He was wearing a purple robe, with fair skin, and he was a Caucasian.
It is worth mentioning that in one corner of the room stood a huge scythe. The scythe looked extremely sharp and seemed to be able to cut off everything in the world, including souls.
"She actually has a trace of the origin of life and death, what should I do?" The analgesia gradually disappeared.
The woman got off the bed, looked at the dim light and said to herself.
Just now, in that space of life and death, she wanted to attack Xiaoqing, but she was counterattacked by this space, as if she was betrayed.
"Why, she carries the origin of life and death." The girl felt extremely uneasy, as if her life was being controlled by someone else at any time, and that person was also an enemy!
But after thinking about it for a while, he smiled with relief.
She thinks she understands human nature.
People are cold-blooded creatures. They will not commit suicide for the sake of their companions. As long as they do not meet Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing will not risk the threat of death to detonate the source of life and death in her heart to give her a fatal blow.
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But Xiaoqing is still a threat to her.
As the first-generation Herrscher of Medeath, Xiaoqing...well, although it was not formed, most of the power of life and death had been given to Xiaoqing at that time, and when He Wu dispersed the power of life and death that enveloped Xiaoqing, there was no
It was completely dissipated, but the original and purest power of life and death remained deep in Xiaoqing's heart.
This energy is as pure as the core of the Herrscher of Death. Even now this woman has formed the core of the Herrscher, but this core of the Herrscher is not complete. She lacks the origin of life and death, and the core of her mouth.
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As long as Xiaoqing is willing to die to detonate the source of life and death deep in her heart, even if the girl escapes to the ends of the earth, she will still suffer backlash, endless backlash. It may even break the core of the Herrscher. A Herrscher, her own Herrscher core
If everything is broken, then you really can’t die anymore.
It seems that we have to think about it in the long term...
The girl played with the black mist on her fingertips. This black mist seemed to have the serious injury effect in the game. To be precise, it was more powerful than the serious injury effect.
The effect of serious injury is only to reduce the treatment by half, and if a person is hit by the black mist of the Herrscher of Death, even if she escapes, her injured area will not be healed. I am afraid that even the [Energy Body] will be helpless! This
It is the "death" of the Lawyer of Death.
The only way to break the "death transformation" is the Herrscher of Death's [Creation] ability.
The Herrscher of Death has no ability to resurrect from the beginning to the end. This ability destroys the rules of the world. People cannot be resurrected after death, but the [Creation] of the Herrscher of Death can cure all difficult and complicated diseases in the world.
To say it is [creation] is actually more appropriate to describe it as treatment.
"It seems that I need the life of a city to restore my health." The Herrscher of Death gently opened the curtains and looked out at the busy traffic and feasting.
As one of the most prosperous cities in the United States, there are nearly 40 million people living here. And the Herrscher of Death is going to spread disaster in the middle of this city!
But the people living here have not realized at all that the god of death is quietly coming to them. They pick up girls when they should, have fun when they should, and the nightlife is really better than the boring work during the day.
"This world is not black and white, is it?" The Herrscher of Death smiled and looked at the vehicles on the ground with some irony.
"This world is neither black nor white, but a delicate gray." Suddenly a voice came from behind the Herrscher of Death. Without even thinking about it, the Herrscher of Death waved his hand, and black mist formed on his fingertips.
The attack was directed at the figure behind.
The woman was attacked by [Metamorphosis] and let out an extreme scream, as if she was in great pain.
But the expression of the Herrscher of Death gradually changed, from the sneer at the beginning to a frozen expression, as if something terrible had happened. A long sword was pierced through her waist. But the Herrscher of Death felt
There was no pain, and the blood was obviously flowing out.
"Isn't gray beautiful? Why are you attacking me?" Wei Wei'an held the long sword and said softly in the ear of the Death Herrcher with bright red lipstick on her lips. The breeze blew the Death Herrcher's ears bit by bit.
earlobe.
"Who are you!" The Herrscher of Death watched helplessly as the woman pulled the sword out of her waist and blood spurted out.
Suddenly, a burst of pain hit the heart of the Herrscher of Death, and the pain in his waist returned.
Although the Herrscher of Death was rolling on the ground in pain, he also rationally used the [Creation] ability to repair his wounds. A simple wound was quickly repaired by the Herrscher of Death's [Creation].
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"Tsk, tsk, tsk, would you even kill your own parents?" The charming woman wiped the sharp sword in her hand carefully and looked towards the kitchen.
The kitchen is open, and there are two figures lying on the kitchen floor, a man and a woman, with dark faces and ferocious expressions, as if they had suffered some kind of torture during their lives.
"Who are you?" The Herrscher of Death wiped the blood on his waist and looked at the figure on the kitchen floor with some impatience or disgust.
"I have only served the gods in my life. My parents are humans, and they are my enemies." The Herrscher of Death seemed like someone who was deeply involved in pyramid schemes. As soon as she mentioned gods, her eyes became extremely worshipful.
"What a cold-blooded guy." Wei Wei'an curled her lips and looked at the Herrscher of Death in front of her with disgust.
"My name is Weiwei'an, and I am also a Herrscher." Weiwei'an changed her sitting posture, discarding the long sword on the ground casually, as if it were a piece of garbage. She crossed her legs and used black stockings to fully take advantage of her long legs.
In He Wu's words, he could lick this leg for a year.
"Then why did you attack me!" The Herrscher of Death looked at Wei Wei'an, with a layer of defense in his eyes.
The woman in front of her was much more powerful than her. It might be very simple for this woman named Wei Wei'an to kill her.
"Am I attacking you?" Wei Wei'an said doubtfully as if she suddenly lost her memory, but when she looked at the waist of the Herrscher of Death, she remembered the red blood stain.
"It seems you misunderstood. I just wanted to say hello. But I was a bit heavy-handed/"
"As the Herrscher of Death, this minor injury should be easy for you." Wei Weian said without caring at all.
It was as if she was not the one who stabbed someone just now. She sat on the chair with an elegant posture and stared at the Herrscher of Death in front of her.
He was humming a little tune at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he was in a good mood tonight.