() What Zhao Yingkong murmured surprised Zhao Ruikong, because the words were not asking for mercy or asking Zhao Zukong to kill her, but asking Zhao Zukong not to kill her. Suddenly, her eyes looked at Zhao Zukong
Kong, his fingers were even more bent to open again, but at this moment Zhao Zukong had already come to the two of them, and his eyes had returned to clarity.
"Snapped."
Zhao Ruikong's fingers came out at this critical moment. With a soft sound, Zhao Ruikong stopped on the spot. He was at least a few steps away from Zhao Ruikong. Because time was too short, Zhao Ruikong only had time to control his hands.
Fortunately, at this distance, he couldn't touch her even with a dagger. If he threw the dagger, the power and accuracy might not be enough. It was unlikely that she would be killed instantly by Zhao Zukong.
Only then did Zhao Ruikong have time to speak: "Why? Why is my brother out of control? I can obviously control your body. But why can't your spirit be out of my control? My brother has obviously not reached the third level...
…”
"Little sister." Zhao Zukong smiled. He suddenly put the dagger in his hand into Zhao Yingkong's claws. He had leaned forward as much as possible, and finally managed to combine Zhao Yingkong's claws into a fist, and
He tightly grasped the dagger he handed over, and then with a plop, Zhao Zukong leaned forward too much, and he fell directly to the ground.
"Little sister... you said it yourself, my spirit is very similar to yours... If one day I become a personality like you. I really hope someone can be as relaxed and relaxed as I am now.
Just get rid of me. Although my thoughts may have changed at that time, this is indeed my most sincere thought now..."
Zhao Zukong smiled, and he stretched out one hand to grab Zhao Yingkong's little foot. At this moment, Zhao Yingkong was still stiff, holding one of Zhao Ruikong's arms with one hand, and holding the dagger with the other hand towards Zhao Ruikong's head.
, as Zhao Ruikong dragged her foot and pulled hard, the dagger in her hand stabbed Zhao Ruikong.
Although Zhao Ruikong tried hard to deflect her hand at the critical moment, the distance was so short, and she was in the struggle between her own consciousness and the state of her inner demons. In the end, the dagger pierced Zhao Ruikong's neck, stabbing her trachea.
It was pierced in two parts, and his spine may even be injured at the same time.
Zhao Yingkong burst into tears, and her eyes suddenly regained their clarity. At the same time, she reached out to cover the pierced trachea, but the entire dagger penetrated into the root. Zhao Yingkong did not dare to pull out the dagger.
As soon as she pulled it out, Zhao Ruikong might die on the spot in an instant. So she could only cry and try to cover up the blood. This action made the blood flow faster. Zhao Ruikong's already miserable face, at this moment
He became even paler again.
"Don't die. I said I want everyone to live together. We find a way to solve the hidden dangers of the body. Then we can be happy together for the rest of our lives. We play together, work together, and travel together. Wow, Ruikong
, we promised to travel around the world, we promised to grow up together... I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want to live alone, wow, Zhao Zukong! I hate you, I will always hate you.
!”
Zhao Yingkong covered the wound while crying extremely miserably. Her voice was already hoarse, but it became even more miserable and hurtful when she cried like this.
Zhao Ruikong's arm suddenly moved with difficulty, but her hand did not snap her fingers, but gently touched Zhao Yingkong's face. The little girl's mouth kept moving, just because her trachea was punctured.
All she could do was bleed from her mouth, but she couldn't even say a word.
(Sister, don’t blame brother. I have told him before that there may be a demon living at the bottom of my sea of consciousness. If this demon is allowed to come out, everyone I cherish may be killed by it. If it is true,
When that time comes, let me sleep peacefully... I will pray for my sister in my dream, so please, sister, don't blame my brother. The person he loves most is always his sister...)
(...Sister, you are too close to the inner demon of the fourth-level intermediate level. I will suck away all your violent consciousness, and also seal up all your memories about me, and everyone about this incident.
My memories are all closed, sister... ugh, I really can’t let go of my sister, I really want to be with my sister forever...)
Then, Zhao Ruikong smiled and snapped his fingers for the last time. Everyone present, including the boys and girls who had come to the edge, all froze in place after hearing this snap of fingers. Everyone stood in a daze.
There...
Finally, are we here?
Felicia looked at the dream in front of her as if time had stopped, and sighed.
Zhao Yingkong's memory of this blood ends here. If nothing happens next, Zhao Yingkong, the silent Zhao Yingkong will wake up, and all this will be just a dream.
She will still be that silent little girl, with words, silence, and a cold pretty face, nothing has changed at all.
That battle was undoubtedly the deepest nightmare for her. Her closest sister, her favorite man, and a group of companions who accompanied her all disappeared with that battle. The only thing left was
All that remains are the scars engraved in her heart and the self that has passed away...
The real genius assassin Zhao Yingkong has disappeared because she couldn't bear the pain, annoyance, regret, and unwillingness. At that time, Zhao Ruikong used super psychic power to erase her memory and seal.
Her power, taking advantage of this opportunity, her self also fell asleep with the seal, and what was then revealed to everyone was the created second personality in front of them, a cold little person who did not try to find a partner.
girl……
However, Felicia didn't intend for it to end like this.
Raising her palm, she tapped lightly on the frozen time and space. This false dream fell apart like a broken mirror, revealing the deep darkness. Then, Felicia sighed and flew down.
Submerged into the darkest depths.
This is a pitch-black void, and it is impossible to tell where the four directions are. There is no left, right, back, left, or right, nor up and down. Even time and space are somewhat blurry.
This is the "heart", which is the sea of consciousness unique to each person. The consciousness of ordinary people usually stays on the surface of the sea of consciousness. During sleep, the consciousness comes to the middle and outer layers of the sea of consciousness. People who are deeply hypnotized come to the sea of consciousness.
In the middle layer, only under certain extreme circumstances, the consciousness of a living body will come to the deepest part of the sea of consciousness, and there, the most wonderful power of a living body is hidden...
In this place without time and space, the only thing that is clear is Zhao Yingkong's consciousness and memory. No matter how vague the memory was in the past, it appears like running water at this moment, and it is even more concrete in this space, like a source.
Felicia stood in the void, quietly watching the diffuse digital memory fragments floating in front of her.
This place is already in the deepest consciousness of Zhao Yingkong. If Felicia wants, she can easily change the memory here, seize it, weave it, or even directly manipulate this consciousness.
However, Felicia had no such intention. With a wave of her hand, the vivid memory disappeared into the void again, as if it had never appeared before.
Then, the confused girl appeared in the center of the void.
(who I am?)
(I am Zhao Yingkong...is it true?)
Zhao Yingkong suddenly woke up from her sleep. As soon as she stretched out her hand, she held it somewhere beside her body. There was a transparent two-handed epee there. When her hands grasped the two-handed epee, this little girl
The girl's heart finally calmed down, but the waves in her heart never calmed down.
What was just now, was that a dream?
Zhao Yingkong seemed to feel something, but that feeling was really difficult to describe in words. It was like a dream, but it was more ethereal than a dream, and more real than a dream. It is this hazy feeling that makes people even more confused.
, I only feel that I am only one step away from the reality, but I don’t even know what the reality is.
Shaking her head in confusion, she looked around. This seemed to be her training room in the main god's space.
Are you back from A Nightmare on Elm Street? It seems that when you saw Zhao Zukong, you couldn't control yourself and chased after him, and then
I can’t remember, the memory stopped there, and then I seemed to fall into a deep sleep.
Shaking his head, Zhao Yingkong stood up and looked at the silent room.
Perhaps, only here can she find complete peace of mind.
The whole room still looked empty as usual, with basically no decorations or furniture. There were only various training equipment in the basement. It can be said that she is the person with the simplest life in the team, even simpler than Chu Xuan, at least.
She would never study anything weird, so the whole room looked empty...and lonely.
Zhao Yingkong was trained as a standard assassin and grew up. Regardless of whether this memory is true or not, in addition to the training content and various combat skills, her heart is filled with the smiles of her former partners. Those who have been with her partners in the past
Memory is a treasure worth cherishing throughout her life, but now... this memory makes her feel confused.
While she was sleeping, a strange memory appeared in her consciousness. It was like a dream.
When she woke up, this memory disappeared. She only vaguely remembered that another Zhao Yingkong appeared in that memory... In other words, that was the real Zhao Yingkong, and she was just a phantom created by that Zhao Yingkong.
.
How could she accept such a thing? Even if she was as cold-hearted as Zhao Yingkong, she could not accept that she was a phantom created by others, because this fundamentally denied her existence.
If everything is really like this
So the memories she has always treasured deep in her heart are all illusory? Are they also illusory, including her?
Shaking her head, she stood up and walked towards the door leading to the Main God's Square, where she planned to exchange some high-quality sleeping pills.
She has subconsciously escaped from the confusion and fear in her heart, longing to fall into deep sleep again. After sleeping, there will be no worries.
However, the moment her hand grasped the doorknob, a familiar voice sounded from behind.