[comprehensive] red tide

The heart was cut in an instant, and the injury traversed the entire viscera. One end protruded from the front, and the other end grazed the spine, piercing through the flesh and blood, leaving a two-finger wide wound.

The ability I used at the admiral before was now acting on me in reverse. Within a few breaths, the cold body temperature of the person attached to the palm warmed up imperceptibly. bounce off.

The reverse effect [damage transfer] has reached the limit, and began to produce rejection, which is also the function of the body's self-protection mechanism, and the instinctive subconscious is resisting.

The card I hold, at the beginning of the formation of mind power, the restriction itself is not harsh, but there is one rule, if you use it in reverse, the upper limit of damage transferred to yourself is half of the beneficiary, and it is only allowed to act on physical trauma.

The ability user of [Damage Transfer] is not a good man and a believer, of course, neither am I.

So, let's do it~

Swallowing the fishy smell that climbed up to the throat, carefully turned the prostrate person over, let him face up, looked at this ashen-faced face in the dim light of the fire, thought for a while and reached out his hand worriedly, Press your fingers to the side of your neck.

I was slightly relieved when I was sure that there was a beating frequency as thin as a gossamer under the cortex.

Next, as long as you get treatment in time...

Besides him, and me, we all need to call the doctor.

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Withdrawing my hands to support my weak knees caused by internal bleeding, I stood up slowly while thinking to myself, how should I greet anyone who finds this place in a calm manner, but before I could stand completely, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind a sundry shelf on one side, In the blink of an eye, a person appeared from there.

"Sachi, I'm hungry." The person came before the sound came, and the sleepiness in the yawning voice was surging, "What's the matter..." The voice cut off in vain in the middle of speaking.

A young man who looked like a big boy stood two or three meters away, with his mouth half open, his hair still tied in one hand, his eyes widened slightly, and his movements froze in place.

After a few seconds, the young man blinked his eyes slowly, moved his gaze a little dullly, and landed on Saqi who was between me and him, "Sa...qi—" his lips parted and closed dreamily, his pupils The depth seems to be pierced by the tip of a needle, and it shrinks violently.

Unspeakable tyranny, mourning and anger erupted from the young man in an instant, and the turbulent hurricane that set off creaked and creaked the surrounding area, as if the air was blown apart.

Caught off guard, I only had time to raise my arms and staggered to block my head, and the wind blade formed by the condensed killing intent flew towards me. The impact force hit my whole body and flew me backwards. In addition to the howling wind, my ears were superimposed and cut The sound of tearing and crashing.

Countless fine wood chips were pierced into the back of the obstacle, and there may be other things embedded in the flesh, but it is insignificant compared to the others.

Even, compared to the cut blood grooves on the arm and body, half of the injuries shared are under heavy pressure, and the degree of rupture is more worrying to me. It seems to be bitten by sharp teeth, and the pain begins to spray out from the depths.

It's just that there is no way to explain anything, because the other party launched an even crazier attack.

The orange-gold sea of ​​flames incarnated by the young man reflected through his retinas, and the blazing flames burned up everything he passed. The heat raised his forehead hair, revealing red eyes that could not see the slightest reason.

With such an expression, no matter what I say, he probably won't hear it, right?

The unexpected serious injury made me unable to control myself and began to convulse. The slightly changed information in the air showed that the other party's sudden explosion had alarmed the others on board, and the one who moved the fastest was already approaching.

The worst situation.

I made a quick judgment, turned my feet, and I ran in the opposite direction. There were already people outflanking Saqi's position, and his life must be guaranteed.

As for me, I really should run away first before making other plans. The most urgent thing is to get rid of the young man who is biting behind me like a crazy beast.

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Moby Dick is huge.

I had no intention of forging a death feud with one of the Four Emperors, so the only way to escape was to avoid fighting with people as much as possible, smashing through countless wooden walls, and passing by those sleepy-eyed people who didn't know what to do. In the chaos of exclamation, the pursuer who followed behind was stumbled and unable to perform.

Dining room, bedroom, corridor, and finally broke through the ceiling and escaped to the deck.

The galaxy is falling overhead, the blue color of the sky is slowly fading, the cool morning breeze is drifting with mist, and there is a line of pale gold at the junction of the sea and the sky in the distance, as if something is opening its eyes.

The figure paused slightly, and the sharp and cold murderous aura from the left rear made the sound of piercing the sky. At the same time, an interceptor suddenly appeared on the forward route, blocked there like a hill with a huge body, and there was also a sight hidden in the dark. Lock the vitals.

With a sharp twist of my toes, my neck was scratched by the edge of the weapon held by the visitor, and a thin trace of heat leaked out of the skin along the cut, I squinted my eyes, and I happened to meet the attacking guy, "Hey... "Whispers were mixed in the rustling clothes.

The two sides passed by each other, the short figure suddenly paused, dressed as a little prince in the European style, and the eyes of the visitor who was between a child and a teenager flashed a look of surprise.

The Harta boy who had met before on the Eternal Night Island moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but before he could make any inquiries, another strange and young voice approached quickly.

"He killed Sage!" The slightly hoarse voice was full of strong hatred.

Blocking the person in front and the sense of presence in the dark place, the momentum suddenly sank, and the sharp killing intent spread rapidly, but the Harta boy was slightly stunned, "What's going on with Ace?"

What answered him was the explosion of scorching flames, like a snake-like pillar of fire carefully circumventing Harta, the instantly elevated temperature made it difficult to breathe, and the air boiled and distorted like boiling water.

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Being attacked indiscriminately again, aroused anger in my heart.

The sudden surge of hostility made me ignore the weak friendship I had with Harta boy, I dodged to approach the young man, raised my hand into sharp claws, and went straight to the heart that was close at hand in a blink of an eye everywhere.

The young man was wrapped in flames, and in the dazzling light, I could see clearly at this moment, his cheeks and nose had small freckles, and his black curly hair...Somewhere in the deepest part of my heart was touched lightly, wrapped around [hard] fingertips Just paused.

That brat who didn't have time to grow up, also has black curly hair and little freckles... My younger brother, in that fiery sea, fell asleep at the bottom of the cold and dark water, and never had a chance to wake up.

The sharp nails deviated from the track, and only plowed a few bone-deep bloodstains on the shirtless young body. The warm, greasy, sweet blood splashed out, and was swallowed and evaporated by the tongue of fire in an instant.

Little freckles showed pain in his eyes, and his whole body turned into flames under the severe injury, but the wounds on his body were eroded and couldn't be controlled, the cracks were bloody and rolled outward, and more blood was squeezed out with his movements.

"Ace?!"

The gushing bloody smell startled my little freckled companion. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the burly man blocking the way ahead suddenly disappear. When I caught my sight again, he appeared in front of the within the attack range of each other.

The body as tall as a mountain roared and fell, and the raised fists and knuckles reflected the strange brilliance against the sky.

Another devil fruit ability user.

Harta boy's weapon followed closely behind, the tip of the sword pierced through the air, and the turbulent airflow made a soft noise. This time, the sharp edge pointed at it, intending to force me away from the little freckles.

It's a pity that the protected little guy didn't appreciate it. Instead, he put away the flames all over his body, and joined forces with the two attacking people to attack from three sides.

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Fighting to be smashed by the punch that hit the shoulder bone, I rubbed my body and threw myself directly in front of the little freckle. I tightened his throat with my hands, and took him straight to the side of the ship through the violent impact.

As part of the hull disintegrated, the two fell rapidly into the sea in an instant.

The dark glass-like sea rushed straight ahead, and the noisy and chaotic on the deck was isolated from the blue. After I got used to the soreness of my eyes, I took the booty I caught and dived into the boundless blue depths.

The skylight cast behind him was flickered by the underwater ocean currents. After entering the water, the little freckles fluttered a few times, and then hung stiffly between the fingers like a belly-turned goldfish.

Thin black curly hair floated in the sea water, like a clump of pleasingly growing seaweed, a string of blisters overflowed from the mouth and nose, the face that had lost its viciousness was blurred, and there was a shallow dimple between the tight brows.

Soon, several shocks pierced the calm, rushed into this silent and quiet world, and approached rapidly like an arrow.

Slightly adjusting the suspended body, I pushed the little freckle in my hand towards the sea surface, and at the same time, silently unlocked the spell card.

The ocean current reversed quickly, and through the countless turbulent ripples, I saw the freckles of the landlubber dotted in the dark blue, and the moby Dick dived into the sea to rescue its companions from afar. thief.

He opened his mouth, and the whispers turned into bubbles that rose rapidly.

----drifting.

…………Dividing line…………

In the chaos and nothingness, floating without a center of gravity, the warmth is like a water, and even time stands still.

I don't know if I am asleep or awake, but in the distant darkness, there is a sense of existence that cannot be described in any words, exuding an irresistible attraction.

It was silently calling me, and I leaned towards it as if possessed by a demon, unable to count the time, maybe for a moment or for a lifetime, the sound in my ears gradually became clearer.

It's the sound of breaking the air, it's the wave like the tide, it's... the sound of hunting winds burning in the boundless sea of ​​fire.

In the end, I heard someone's wailing, immature, hoarse, painful, and full of hatred, echoing endlessly in the lonely space deeper than darkness.

I chased after the sound, and finally, I saw a small figure appearing in front of me, with a pale face, black hair sticking wetly to his forehead, dark blue eyes staring at me, the pupils suddenly bright, full of madness and hatred. Almost overflowing.

"Why didn't you kill him?!"

"You can do it, why didn't you kill him?"

"Those murderers killed all your relatives, how dare you do nothing?"

He kept questioning every single word, his little face soaked in hatred, his expression distorted, "Betrayer!"

Facing her accusing and angry gaze, I sat down cross-legged in silence, and let her rush to me, strangled my throat with her hands, and dug into the flesh with her slender fingertips.

"You should have died in O'Hara with everyone. Why did you live? Why didn't you take revenge?"

There is no trace of reason in the eyes of the face that is close at hand.

But I still can't bring up the idea of ​​resistance, I know she can't do anything to me, because she is me, to be precise, she is the eight-year-old Nicole Robin, after the liberation of the black card, the memory that remains in the consciousness and refuses to calm down .

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"Why not take revenge? Why let that navy go?"

"You can't beat him, but you can obviously kill him."

She cried so much that she grabbed my throat with both hands and continued to increase her strength. After a long time, she let go of her hands and rushed forward to tear and bite me. "You should kill him first, and none of those murderers will be let go!"

Endless madness mixed with unquenchable pain.

Until she was exhausted, I wrapped my arms around the little ball curled up in my arms, rested my chin on her hair, stared blankly at the nothingness in front of me, and spoke slowly.

"You know that I can kill that admiral, and you should also know how many people have died with these hands over the years."

"I am no longer qualified to avenge my relatives."

"Stained with the blood of these hands, if all those hatreds come to you..."

"Double standards can't be too serious~ little girl."

Feeling that body was slightly stiff, I tightened my arms to keep her from shaking, and then, sighed, "Although I no longer feel guilty, I still can't say 'I will see the sun tomorrow for the dead', that kind of shameless if."

"I kill people, so I have no complaints when I get killed one day."

"People on Meteor Street only live in the present, and all the past should have disappeared long ago."

After a while, I dug the person out of my arms, lowered my head, and looked into the dark blue eyes, "So, don't deliberately disturb my thoughts, you are just a memory fragment that was released."

Whether it's killing the admiral, or declaring war on the whole world out of nowhere, don't continue to influence me to make such crazy actions.

You are just being imprisoned for a period of time by being devoured and made into a card, and because of the mixed part of the mind power that does not belong to me, it leads to a weak consciousness that is mutually exclusive and independent.

So, come back to me.

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The thin black silk thread wrapped her whole, and through the gap, I saw a drop of tear slipping down that cheek, silently, and my eight-year-old self was cut into countless parts, swallowed, fused, and finally disappeared.

A certain part of the heart trembled suddenly, and the struggle was so weak that it was almost undetectable, and it was annihilated in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Scenes of the past flashed before his eyes, fleeting like a fleeting moment, and a voice suddenly appeared behind him, with a familiar, eccentric tone, and the top of his head was gently pressed by a force.

'Grow up~ Robin. '

'Whoever you are, live on. '

old crook? !I turned around abruptly, but saw nothing. Heika's last remnant of thought power was lost in vain, leaving only a dry and warm palm on top of his head.

The people who raised me, the people who died where I couldn't see...

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I had a good dream~

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The moment I opened my eyes again, my first feeling was that I should have been run over by a truck, my whole body was in pain, and I could even hear my bones creaking.

When the dizzy vision settles down, what condenses in the field of vision are countless coiled and entangled thin black silk threads, wrapping the sight tightly, and countless sundries sticking to the cocoon-like wall?

I was stunned for a while, the corners of my eyes twitched, and I hurriedly mobilized and adjusted the excessively lively breath, so as not to let it continue eating randomly, and waited for the restlessness to subside gradually, those silk threads were unwilling to withdraw from the grasped objects and returned to their original positions.

Things hanging in the air kept falling like rain.

The sky brightened instantly, I propped up my heavy body, and looked around:

From the height, it looks like it's on the second floor?Judging from the scattered fragments, I should be lying in a bedroom... And, most importantly, there are no blood stains on the ground, or other signs of disharmony.

Mentioning that the half-empty heart slowly fell back to its proper position, I breathed a sigh of relief, and no longer worried about how to compensate for this room with no ceiling, only one wall left on all four sides, and a crumbling door frame. The problem.

At least, uh~ It's a blessing in misfortune that he didn't accidentally eat the host who took him in.

I have experienced that situation just now.

It was the day when I heard the news of the death of the old liar, my mind suddenly went violent/moved, and when I was fully awake, I didn’t want to recall the mess left behind. In short, the consequences were so bad that I made several enemies, was hunted down until I escaped from Meteor Street, and fled to the end of the world .

Wiping my face, I laughed dryly, facing the wooden board that can't be called a 'door', I said very guiltyly, "Please come in."

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The outsiders are quite polite and have some skills. .

When the violent and chaotic aura eased down here, that aura flashed nearby, and the other party knocked on the door when the commotion was completely calmed down.

The timing is just right, avoiding unnecessary fights, and at the same time preventing the possibility of me escaping.

囧——I seem to foresee what will happen to me next.