Journey to another world starting from slime

She closed her eyes, sat cross-legged on the boat, and let the boat take her down the River Styx.

On the top of her head, memories were condensed.

Kill it, the end.

Heartless, heartless.

Unintentional, meaningless.

The memory of the beginning of the misfortune when I was a child turned into a grain of sand and fell into the Styx River.

The gravel fell slowly, and finally turned into a part of the billions of gravel at the bottom of the river.

Memories keep coming.

Gravel, also more and more.

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Chapter 1162

The pain of childhood memories is emerging.

The memories that brought her misery are constantly blending together.

Her father sent her through a dangerous forest and returned home with serious injuries.

In order to hone herself, she swung the butcher knife, violated her own heart again and again, and personally killed those creatures who did not want to be harmed.

And the pain and confusion she experienced all turned into gravels and fell to the bottom of the Styx.

The expression on her face became more natural and peaceful.

She felt relieved.

Yes, that's how it should be. The misfortunes of the past are all over. If that's the case, why not let them fall into this river of darkness and never see each other again?

Her memory became more and more empty, and those ups and downs all became a straight line because of the departure of those disasters and painful memories.

That was the thread of her mind, and also the thread of her killing intent.

The straighter this line is, the more stable her state of mind is, the straighter the knife she cuts out, and the purer the killing intent.

The boat she was sitting in had been going down the river of Styx. Along the way, she had dropped more and more sand of memories and thoughts.

The shimmering grains of sand fell in a trail on the bottom of the river.

She went down the river, drifting further and further away.

Finally, the memory came to her first meeting with Zhang Ye.

At this moment, Nan has lost a lot of emotion, a lot of emotion.

So she hardly thought about it, and naturally discarded those.

Her thoughts became more and more clear, her thoughts became more and more ethereal, and the killing intent in her heart became more and more pure.

These murderous intentions surrounded her, but she seemed to be unaware, still closing her eyes, feeling, comprehending, and letting go.

Little things about when they were in the dormitory with Zhang Ye.

The ups and downs that Zhang Ye went through together.

The joys and joys of getting along with Zhang Ye.

She gradually abandoned it.

It turned into gravel and sank to the bottom of the river.

The gravel behind her also gradually dimmed, no longer emitting light, and finally disappeared among the hundreds of millions of gravel, invisible.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, and it seems that only a moment has passed.

The revolving memories in Nan's mind finally came to the moment when she confessed to Zhang Ye.

That day, she gave him everything she had.

For some reason, she frowned.

Opening his eyes, the blood in those beautiful eyes became more and more bright red.

There was puzzlement in her eyes.

Why do such a meaningless thing?

Why bother with the previous sufferings?

Why would you do that meaningless nonsense?

The pure murder she pursues, why bother with these dross?

It's better to cut it off!

But why... this memory is so deeply ingrained that no matter how she releases it, it cannot be erased?

She thought about it and finally came to a conclusion.

Probably because this obsession is too deep, if so, kill it!

She stretched out two fingers, and the killing intent instantly condensed on her fingers, turning into long blades.

One cut.

This memory left her mind, and finally condensed into a stone behind her, sinking into the river Styx.

She didn't even glance at it.

I closed my eyes again.

The grit of memory reappears, silences, and sinks...

The boat is still moving forward, and the flowers on the other side of the Styx River are becoming more and more colorful and beautiful.

Time, I don't know how long it has passed.

It's like a moment in a lifetime, like a moment in a million years.

She opened her eyes again.

It appeared again, the memory that could not be emptied.

In the memory, she was wrapped in the sun, dressed in red, and rushed towards him.

And he also rushed towards her with a smile as bright as the sun.

What's the point of this?

She thought for a long time, and finally shook her head.

Meaningless.

Three worships and nine knocks?

A cup of wine?

Bridal chamber candles?

All of this is meaningless and cannot help her pursue the way of killing intent.

Cut it off.

She stretched out two fingers again, but at this moment, she paused.

Why?

Do not know why.

So she just paused for a moment, then cut off these memories.

The memory still turned into stones and fell into the river Styx.

It was as if a wind had blown, shaking her long blood-colored hair.

Yes, at some point, her short purple hair turned into long blood-colored hair, scattered down and covered the boat.

She just sat cross-legged in the middle of the boat, unmoved.

As the wind passed by, there seemed to be voices.

She subconsciously listened carefully.

"Xiao Nan'er, be good, take the knife away, quickly take it away, I want to come over..."

The voice became softer and weaker, and finally disappeared with the wind, no matter how hard she tried to listen, she could never hear it again.

As time goes by, she cuts off memories, more and more.

What fell behind her was no longer gravel, it was all stones.

The falling stones became more and more large, and finally even turned into stones.

Cut, chop, chop!

Cutting off all of them is of no help to the way of killing intent.

What she wanted was a pure and extreme killing intent, a killing intent just for the sake of killing.

She doesn't need these dross, these children's love will affect the speed of her drawing the sword!

Her invisible blade cut faster and faster, and her memory became less and less.

There were more and more wind blowing by her ears, and there were more and more voices.

"Anan, let's eat dumplings~"

"Anan, are you okay?"

"Anan..."

She ignored those voices and let them drift away with the wind.

In the end, her mind was blank, only the understanding of killing was left, and... one person.

Looking at the person in his memory, Nan suddenly couldn't remember who he was.

What is his name?

But she no longer cares about that much.

Cut it off.

She raised her hand and stretched out two fingers, trying to cut off the memory of this person, just like cutting off the previous memories.

But her hand was raised, but it didn't come down.

why?

She herself didn't understand.

She knew that as long as this knife was cut down, she would be able to condense the purest killing intent in the world.

The strength of this killing intent is unimaginable!

Any creature that has killing intent towards her, and she has killing intent towards any creature, will be beheaded by her!

No matter how strong that creature is, as long as she wants to kill it, she will be able to kill it in the end!

Only a little bit, he can achieve the strongest killing way!

But this knife, why can't it be cut down for a long time?

After this knife, she will have nothing to worry about, and she will no longer know this person, but why can't she cut it down?

Is it for... wait...

She suddenly seemed to understand something.

After this knife, she will never see this person again, and she will be able to achieve the strongest she expected.

This is why she wants to cut this knife.

After this knife, she will never see this person again, there will be no trace of him in her memory, and all traces of him will no longer exist.

This is the reason why she couldn't cut this knife.