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——She was already collapsing silently.

——That is the sisterhood of blood and flesh.

Casciu slightly tightened his arms: "It'll be fine..."

An Ranran turned around to face him, and embraced him in the biting cold wind.

She knew it, but couldn't stop it.

This is An Ranran's own decision. She wants to lure out the real wolf hiding in the dark. No one has the right to interfere with her choice.

Even if it is death.

Bukele was woken up by being splashed with a basin of water with paralyzing toxins.

His hands and feet were bound by golden iron chains and on the cold cross. An Ranran was opposite him, using the same restraint method as him, and the stabbed part of his eyes had returned to its original state due to the power of Nirvana.

Between him and An Ranran was a small table.

"Lei Nuo" sat on the table carelessly and raised his legs, while Mo Ran leaned against the table, fiddling with a syringe filled with a light red unknown liquid in his hand.

"What's the matter?" Bukele's performance was beyond the expectations of "Lei Nuo" and Mo Ran.

"Tsk, that's meaningless." Moran raised the golden snake eyes, and there was a cold light flashing in them: "Don't struggle, or..."

"Struggling is useful?" Bukele continued to reply.

"...Of course it's useless."

"madness."

Indifferently trying to maintain a smile on his face, with a cold needle in his hand, he has already started to approach Bukele slowly: "At first I wanted to hear your begging, but now it seems..."

"Just you? Are you worthy?"

"...We should sew his mouth shut first." Mo Ran took a deep breath, and "Lei Nuo" couldn't help but chuckle.

One or two almost drove people mad with indifference.

When Bukele continued to maintain his indifferent eyes, he kept watching Indifferently sticking the needle into his arm until all the liquid in the syringe was injected into his body, Bukele's eyes became a little bit brighter. Variety.

It was a burning sensation like a flame, in the whole body, because of the tube of unknown liquid.

Accompanied by the burning sensation is the severe pain of the fracture and reorganization of the muscles and bones.

Bukele clenched his hands tightly, whether it was the burning sensation in his body or the severe pain of his muscles and bones being broken every inch of his body, the thread that maintained his rationality broke apart with a "bang".

He wanted to mobilize the power of the holy water cold dragon in his body to quell the burning of the fire.

But his elf power could no longer be mobilized.

"It's useless, give it up." "Lei Nuo" put down the mechanical device in his hand: "Be honest, accept the "transformation", trust me, you will like the feeling of "reformation"."

"When my sister was treating me that day, she once said this to me and to Zhuang Can." An Ranran, who was tied to the cross on the other side, still closed her eyes tightly, and her eyes had not been wiped. There is blood in the pupils with a flame-like luster, but the eyelashes tremble slightly in the absence of wind: "Fight for Liming, for freedom, and for all uselessness."

"I don't want to hand over the master's future to others to control. Do you have anything to do?" Ye Ying bent down to pick up a white fruit on the ground, and his tone was respectful, which is what he is used to with people polite.

"Feng Guiyun can't do it." His own avatar sent by Moran narrowed his eyes slightly: "I'll make a long story short this time, if you still want to die and your master can live in peace, you should listen to me carefully. Yes, stay with us."

Ye Ying slightly raised her eyebrows when she heard the word "we", then turned to look at Mo Ran and said, "...you and Eight Music Rhythm are not of the same mind."

"It used to be, but it's not anymore." The indifferent avatar continued to smile, with a touch of pride in his eyes: "The main body is disintegrating the relationship and connection between the eight-tone rhythm and those elves, An Ranran and Bukele I have already been captured, do you think that if I can sneak into your Starfall Garden without a sound, can I also capture you alive without a sound?"

Ye Ying pursed her lips, but did not answer.

"If you want to survive, you should stand with us. You have to understand that if I dare to single-handedly break away from the Eight-tone Rhythm organization, it means that I have enough power behind me to fight against them. They don't know anything at all. In the end You can't regret it if the bamboo basket fetches water in vain."

Ye Ying's scarlet pupils exuded faint pupil light, just like the scarlet demon eyes in the sky, his Adam's apple rolled down, and he raised his eyes and asked, "Master, what the hell are they?"

"I can't tell you this yet." Indifferently turned and took a few steps back: "When the time comes, you will know, but no matter how hard they struggle, they cannot escape the palm of the master, and the master is bound to win them. "

Scarlet pupils flashed in the night like night pearls, Ye Ying withdrew her gaze, and looked around, very quiet.

He opened his mouth, feeling a little dry in his mouth: "Let me... think about it."

"Tsk, yes, but, don't even try to inform your master, or other people in the eight-tone rhythm, especially her Feng Guiyun." Indifferently tilted her head slightly: "Otherwise... An Ranran her It is immortal, but the elf named Bukele next to her... you don't want to involve other people, right? After all, there is only one resurrection crystal."

"……I understand."

Mo Ran and Lei Nuo turned their heads abruptly.

"At that time, Xiao Jiu asked, why did my sister suddenly decide to establish diplomatic relations with elves and form an alliance with elves? Obviously, this is a certain life-threatening situation for us or elves, but she also understands that my sister must have her own reasons for doing this." Reasonable, my sister replied at the time, fighting for Liming, for freedom, and for all uselessness.” An Ranran still closed her eyes without struggling or opening them, but there was no trace of fear in her tone, nor did she She was so arrogant and soft in the past.

Her whole body was indistinctly sassy, ​​and the flaming bangs hung slightly on her forehead, with a slightly sweat-soaked look: "I understand, my sister has always known that there are traitors lurking in the Eight-tone Rhythm. "

Moran only felt that at that moment, he was cold from the head to the soles of the feet.

"My sister could see the disgusting horror in your eyes from the very beginning, but you also longed for freedom in your eyes, so she decided to take you along, but you failed my sister's expectations of you, indifferent , After so many years, you really haven't changed at all, from the inside to the outside, from the beginning to the end, you are extremely disgusting."

"You said..." Mo Ran's lips trembled slightly: "She... knows?"

An Ranran's eyeballs rolled around in their sockets a few times, but finally he sighed helplessly and compromised with her: "...I guess."

"However, you can eat indiscriminately, and you can't talk indiscriminately. I still know that." An Ranran continued, not caring at all that he was as powerless as a sticky fish in a pot: "We have been through for so long together, naturally You all have a certain understanding of the people around you, and my sister, as the bird in her early years, you will pay more attention to her, and you will feel that you know her very well."

"But, of course, I am the one who knows my sister best." An Ranran tilted her head, leaning on the cross leisurely, and there was even a little smug joy in her eyes: "I definitely know my sister best, that little bird, There isn’t one, and there can be none.”

"So, I can understand any decision my sister makes, which is why I have been locked in the space-time rift for so long and never really hated my sister. I am especially afraid that my sister didn't come to me, not because she put me I gave up, but it was because my sister was cold." An Ranran hiccupped sadly and aggrievedly: "So I always wanted to go out, but I was afraid to go out, so I wished she had given up on me. "

"My sister understands it, and she knows it, because I can detect that the way she looks at you is a little bit different from others. I vaguely sensed that something was wrong, so I paid attention to you."

"...You guys have always known, but you treat me like a clown and wantonly make fun of me..." Indifferently took a step back, there was a little bit of space fragmentation in the golden eyes.

"No." An Ranran frowned: "My sister wants to give you a chance, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen to keep you by her side for so long after realizing what was wrong with you, but you let my sister down for so many years Now, you never gave up being undercover, never really joined us, did you?"

"Didn't I do enough for you!?" Mo Ran was furious in the darkness: "For you...for you! I gave up my stable life, and as you started to wander, I was assassinated countless times! You have a special status, he will not threaten your life, but what about me!? What am I?! I am just an abandoned child, a sad and ridiculous abandoned child, I betrayed him for you, if you don’t do it His undercover agent, how can I continue to live on!?"

"So, you chose to betray, so you took your selfishness as a charity for us, so you didn't trust us at all, in order to survive yourself, you betrayed without hesitation and voluntarily followed us and took you We left, so, that's what you say, "Haven't done enough for us! ? "It's ridiculous." An Ranran sneered: "But we didn't ask you to do this, and we didn't ask you to come and help us at that time, never."

Moran was forced to look anxious, she raised her hand, and slapped An Ranran severely: "If you have the guts, just say it again!"

It was an extremely crisp sound of applause, and soon a few crimson slap marks appeared on An Ranran's white and tender face.

An Ranran has always been slick when she speaks, like a machine gun, and now she can scold people very smoothly.

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Moran's eyes were completely empty.

But in his empty eyes, a flame-like anger suddenly burst out: "Okay... very good."

She clenched her fist and hit An Ranran hard on the abdomen. An Ranran snorted, raised her leg and kicked her in the face: "Come on!? Hurt each other to the death!? I The dignified Feng Guiyun's own little girl is still afraid of you, a thief?!"

If it weren't for the special power of the cross, which sealed the flow of power in An Ranran's body, An Ranran would not have accepted Indifferent's hard punch so passively and abruptly.

She almost gasped in pain.

——I want to curl up in my sister's arms and cry and complain.

Moran still didn't stop, she was still beating, and kept hitting An Ranran's lower abdomen.

"It's better not to fight anymore." "Lei Nuo" raised his eyebrows: "If something happened to her, how would you explain it? Let's not talk about Feng Guiyun, just the one above you, you can't explain it, right? "

"You don't need to worry about it! She must die today!"