No one could have imagined that things would turn into this situation.
For Ji Ping, who admitted to making a joke, Ji Liushuang actually killed him without hesitation.
It wasn't even a sudden attack, but an execution was announced in front of everyone, and then he struck out with an indomitable sword.
Don’t worry about people stopping you at all.
In fact, no one stopped me.
Although for Ji Xun and Ji Xun, Ji Liushuang's sword in front of them was certainly terrifying, but as demigods, there was no problem in saving people.
However, at that moment, the two people who had no time to communicate unexpectedly did not move.
It’s not like he was taken in by the momentum. The focus of Ji Liushuang’s killing declaration seemed to be “No matter what, my personal will will let you die.” However, if you think about it carefully, you will know that the real meaning is actually quite simple - Gospel
I want the group, but Ji Ping, you are not qualified to trade this for your life.
It sounds domineering, but "who do you think you are talking to?" She is making this request forcefully as the theoretical next head of the family.
Perhaps in the past, they would have just lamented that life is a terrible thing and then casually brushed it off.
But what about the Reborn Club?
Theoretically speaking, the stupid things done by the family and the Native Council were wiped out by the Rebirth Club, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
Did she really take this opportunity to come back and declare her presence... The key is that she really seized the opportunity.
This junior is much more powerful than her mother!
Now Ji Liushuang's meaning is very simple. As the next head of the family, if I want the gospel group, I will die, and no one has the qualifications to let me choose between the two.
He even took action without hesitation.
puff!
The next moment blood splattered.
The sense of propriety from the beginning to now has become ridiculous.
…
When Ji Ping's horrified face shattered before his eyes, the rapier in Ji Liushuang's hand also let out a mournful cry.
It was originally designed to be light and concealed, and it was not a magical weapon. It was shattered by this blow and could no longer be used.
Fortunately, it's not necessary.
Ji Ping's head, which seemed to be still intact, no longer had a trace of life at this moment.
Ji Liushuang knew this very well when he took action.
The sword's heart is clear, and I have never used it as a killing technique so purely before.
Ji Liushuang silently held the broken sword in his hand.
Looking at it now, it feels really different.
At that moment, she knew very well that Ji Ping would die, and all she had to do in the process was to execute such a sword.
And she had no doubt whether she could cut it out.
Now that she has done it, even the sword's heart seems to be clearer and clearer, free from confusion.
Of course there are costs.
There was a clang.
As Ji Liushuang threw the broken sword next to the corpse, blood oozed out quickly on her shoulder.
This sword imposes too great a burden on the body and mind, and even if it is in perfect condition, it will be difficult to support it, let alone the serious injury that has not yet healed.
"I have already killed the person."
However, she still stood upright and turned to look at the silent crowd.
"As for the gospel group, I accept any decision you make after communication."
"Don't worry too much, I have no direct relationship with the Rebirth Club."
Only ghosts believe you!
No one thought that Ji Ping would actually be killed by a sword. However, despite the shock, Ji Liushuang's last words made many people couldn't help but curse.
Of course, no one really complained about Ji Liushuang, who saw blood on her shoulder blades but was as fierce as the goddess of war.
Although this is actually true.
Because "Professor Andier" said that he is not Lu Ming.
Ji Liushuang ignored them and turned to look at the gorgeous illusion at the intersection of time and space.
In the increasingly clear perception, all the previous things quickly passed through my mind, and a certain impulse to go and confirm gradually became stronger.
But in the end, she still followed the person's arrangement and stood still.
…
This is interesting.
In the dark fire cage, Fu Qian looked at the human form that Jicai had shrunk into.
Apart from not wearing a mask, there was no cover-up. The most amazing thing was that the figure was even slightly thinner. It was clear that he was the same person before he became a thug.
And almost when I was looking at him, the other party was also looking at me at the same time.
"Do you remember it?"
After looking at each other for a few seconds, the other self smiled slightly and asked softly.
"Remember what?"
Noticing that although the dark fire cage was still there, the attacks of the giant claws stopped for a while, Fu Qian was amazed and asked casually.
"Do not ask."
Unexpectedly, the other party shook his head and was not prepared to answer at all.
"Want to."
"That's a memory that originally belongs to you. Think hard and don't be limited by yourself."
"Beyond self-limitation... Are you referring to the so-called memories before the age of three?"
"No."
The other party still shook his head and even tapped his temple with his hand.
Following this action, a picture suddenly unfolded in Fu Qian's mind.
In the boundless gray and the scorching heat like the exploding stars, the sublime existence fell with a howl, dyeing it into a sea of fire.
In fact, it is really the sea.
This extremely impactful scene took place on a turbulent sea.
It's just that what's surging in it is not water, but ashes that don't feel a trace of life.
And in this hellish scene, a certain existence submerged in ashes was annihilated and sprayed out huge streams of information. Just by taking a peek, you can feel the complexity.
Although most of it was destroyed in an instant, a ray penetrated the incredible barrier of time and space and imprinted on a group of rapidly dividing cells.
"So this is the so-called memory beyond limits? Where does 'I' really come from?"
It seemed like it only took a moment to finish reading these things. Fu Qian looked up at himself and said.
"As I said, don't ask, think more."
Unexpectedly, the other party was so charming that he still shook his head.
"Including this question, you also know the answer."
There was no rush to respond, but Fu Qian knew what the other party was referring to - the thing submerged in ashes.
At the first glance, he felt the connection that transcended flesh and blood, and even the soul, the inseparable connection between cause and effect that would eventually unite.
"You know the answer better than anyone, tell me your real name."
The voice of "myself" was soft, as if comforting a newly awakened baby.
"Blasphemy..."
Under the guidance, Fu Qian finally uttered a sigh-like sentence.
"But that's your real name."
…
The expression on the person opposite me froze almost instantly.
"The reincarnated god awakens himself step by step and takes back what belongs to him. It's a good story."
There was undisguised contempt in Fu Qian's voice.
"But it's a pity that real men don't need that kind of thing."