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"Courage is commendable, but it's just empty courage. You are just escaping from the fear in your heart. You are still afraid of me. Do you want to make me laugh to death with this self-defeating counterattack?"
Miss Clown carefully folded the shamed beauty's head to the second level, and then asked with a sneer.
"It seems that your despair is not enough."
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The red light faced the white light again, and the white light collapsed at the first touch, and the fearful head took off.
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The tips of the spears collided, and despair grew in the eyes of the beautiful woman in mid-air.
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The beautiful and slender swan neck turned into a red fountain, and the rotating beauty's head looked a little numb.
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beheading....
The owl's head....
Dorothy stood on tiptoes, placed the beautiful head with empty eyes on the top of the high Beijing view, and then looked at the special wonder building in front of her with satisfaction.
However, although she had a lot of fun playing with the blocks, Ms. Blocks didn't seem to think so.
Looking at Sharon, who had no light in her eyes, the house witch had a headache.
This witch hunter is a bit stupider than she thought. You have been slashed so many times, haven't you experienced the true essence of this shot?
This is a desire to survive in death, a desire to never give up, and a tenacity to survive even if you kill your loved ones. How come you are being hacked and slashed and yet you are still attacking.
"It's troublesome. If this continues, people will soon become useless. This is not good. Is it really necessary to stop this?"
While she was thinking this, she subconsciously waved Fang Tian's painted halberd in her hand, and then brought a brand new numb head.
Alas, there is really no other way. Although this Miss Sharon was born as a witch hunter, she is wary. However, her growth in the past seemed to be too smooth and she did not suffer many setbacks. After being hit, she immediately became
Being autistic, your mind is really not that good.
This is not good. You need to give her some stimulation and hope to survive, so that she can get out of her autism.
But, what kind of stimulation can make her not want to continue to die, so as to stimulate her fighting spirit to continue to resist?
Dorothy was a little troubled. After all, she and Miss Sharon were not very familiar with each other. They used to have just a normal workplace relationship and didn't have many personal relationships. She didn't know the preferences of the Witch Hunt.
"It's better for Alice. Every time that stupid sister says to her, "I'll make you some delicious food." She will immediately come back to life full of energy."
The otaku witch complained in a low voice, somewhat bored.
Well, this kind of torture in which the opponent doesn't resist at all is really boring. She is not the kind of pervert who likes to kill people for fun. She really doesn't like to do it if it is not necessary.
She is a pacifist.
but....
"Forget it, I have to sacrifice a little bit of color."
Dorothy waved her hand again with some helplessness, harvesting Sharon's head whose activity had not completely dissipated, and then lifted her to look at her level, and then slightly lifted a corner of the mask on her face.
Well, people want to live and don't want to die, mainly because they are still attached to the beauty in the world, so just show her beautiful things.
The otaku witch doesn't know whether other things are beautiful or not, but her face is definitely beautiful anyway.
Then, the seduction and excitement technique starts.
"Stay alive."
With her mask half-opened, she said this seriously to Sharon in her hand.
In her hands, the witch hunter, who was about to fall into darkness again, looked at the beauty in front of her that was too beautiful to be described in words, and her eyes suddenly widened.
Then, her eyes burned with a burning desire to survive.
Why die? I can't die. I haven't seen enough of such beauties. I'm not willing to die. I have to live...
Yes, I cannot throw away this head that has witnessed the most incredible sights in this world. I don’t want any other heads.
Where is my body? Quick, take me back. I don’t want to die, I want to live.
Quick, use all means to snatch me back. I want to keep this head for the rest of my life.
The last dying consciousness of the Hunting Witch forced herself to cheer up, and she began to summon her body frantically.
Not far away, Miss Dullahan was originally waiting for the arena to treat her so that she could grow a new head. However, before the new head could grow, she had already received instructions from her head.
So, the originally stiff Headless Horseman suddenly tightened her grip on the ice spear in her hand, and then she suddenly pointed the tip of the spear at her neck while everyone was looking at her in confusion, and then everything happened neatly.
A half-grown head fell to the ground.
Dorothy: "????"
This time it's the otaku witch's turn to be filled with questions.
No, is it so cruel? But the instruction I gave you is to live on. Why did you commit suicide?
She wondered a little whether her divine appearance had also lost some of its power.
But the next moment, her face turned solemn, and she no longer had the calmness she had before.
She hurriedly pulled down her mask again, then reached out and grasped the Fangtian Painted Halberd in her hand.
However, it was too late.
The law...
The roar of the war horses resounded throughout the arena, and the brilliant white horse swept through the wind and snow in the sky.
On the horseback, the headless knight was holding her body low, and in her hand, the ice and snow spear was undergoing transformation.
There is an unstoppable edge bursting out from the tip of the spear. It is the last resistance of those who have fallen into despair, the last hope of those who long for survival, and the final sprint launched by those who are unconscious following their instincts.
This is a last-ditch blow, and a blow that disowns all relatives.
Well, with her head gone, she won’t be able to recognize her mother when she comes. Well, no matter how much you talk to a headless body, people won’t understand her.
In short, if you rush, it will be over, and if you take action, it will be over.
The body without her head was feeling the rapid loss of life. There was not much time left for her. She had to wait to find her head before her life force was exhausted, and her head was now in front of her.
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then......
The war horse under its crotch felt its master's thoughts and speeded up again. It turned into a white light and blended into the wind and snow in the sky.
The cold wind howled by, and then, in the wind and snow, there was a clear sound of collision.
After the snowstorm subsided, the two witches turned their backs to each other on the snowfield.
The spear in the hand of the headless horseman riding on the white horse has been broken into pieces, but in her hand there is a head with wide eyes and a happy face.
The Dragon Witch on the ground looked at her empty hands in astonishment, then at the cat-cat staff that had been knocked back into the shape of a cat after its magic power was exhausted, and finally looked down at the long snow marks under her feet.
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Ah, here, the gun cannot be maintained, and the steps are retreating. This is a complete loss.
Oh my god, does the face of God give me such a strong desire to live?
The confused otaku witch now had a completely new understanding of the extent of her troubles.
Behind her, the Headless Horseman raised his head high and placed it on his neck again, and then the flesh sprouts grew, connecting the two together.
Later, with the support of her body, Sharon's consciousness gradually woke up again, and it was only now that the Hunting Witch realized what she had done.
However, the first thing that came to her mind was that half face that could not be described in words, but was more beautiful than this boundless snowfield and the towering snow-capped mountains in her hometown.
At this moment, the heart of the witch hunter, who had been single for many years, was beating like a drum.