[Comprehensive] The girl who made a contract

His voice was flamboyant without the slightest scruples, as if he had become the greatest king in the world now, he was a man who was extremely conceited and arrogant, Jing An carefully held the long sword in his hand tightly.

"Of course, since you still brought me out at that time, it's not impossible to ask me to spare your life."

Staring at the black chaos that heard the voice from above, Jing An said coldly: "I don't need to beg for your mercy, no matter what your purpose is, I will definitely let everything return to its original place in the end."

"Heh—" With a cold snort, the defenseless Jing An was overturned to the ground, "The tone is quite arrogant, I don't know who gave you the courage to do so."

Climbing up, Jing An realized that she was oppressed by a powerful force and couldn't move.

"In that case, I will let you have a good taste."

There was a stabbing pain in the head, and when she opened her eyes again, Jing An found that she could see. After she cleared the white fog in front of her, she saw the funeral room, Charles, and the people in Huakaiyuan being burned by the fire. , everyone's complexion was distorted and painful.Stretching out her hands to save them, she was shocked to find that her hands passed directly through their bodies, and she became a transparent person.

"no, do not want--"

Shaking her head, Jing An painfully watched everything that happened.What kind of hell on earth is this, is that person really so powerful that there is no way to control it? Is she the biggest sinner in this world?

There was a soft call from someone beside her ear, Jing An opened her eyes again and found that there was still chaos in front of her, and she couldn't see anything in the darkness, but someone helped her shoulders and led her to stand up.

"are you OK?"

"It's you!" Jing An turned around and grabbed his hand, "It was you who appeared, didn't it?"

"Yes, you listen to me now."

"Hahaha—" A terrifying laugh came from above, "Since everyone is here, let's die together!"

A golden light flashed in the black chaos. At that moment, Jing An saw the people in Huakaiyuan who were also lying on the ground not far away, but there was no funeral room and Shire in sight.

"He has no weakness?"

"No."

This person once bloodily abandoned his weak spot with his own hands. The person who abandoned his weak spot is invincible. If this person cannot be controlled immediately, all the people here may really want to be buried here today.

"Hahahaha, you just wait to die!"

"Kidoumaru, let everyone go, let you have fun today."

"what--"

A cry of pain came from not far away, and the heart of Jing An who was being supported by the black shadow suddenly became a ball. If I heard correctly, the voice just now was the voice of Yamabuki Otome. The painful and depressed voice sounds like Make people feel painful.

Jing'an gave in as long as she wanted to give up, she would do anything as long as she lured this demon away from here, the black figure in front clasped her wrist and whispered softly and gently in his ear: "Don't worry, I will protect you." You, you'll be fine." But other people are in trouble.

"Sorry, I can't do this."

Gently pulled out her hand, Jing An held the long sword in her hand, the long sword pointed at the air, felt Jing An's call, and the whole body exuded white light, Jing An poured all her strength into it, and after all, she would do it once Heroes do.

"Jing'an!" His gentle sigh of submission came from behind, "If this is really what you want, how about I accompany you, whether it is success or failure, I will bear it with you."

The blackness converged in the black shadow to form a black long sword, which was commonly used by Japanese warriors. At this moment, he couldn't see his face clearly, but Jing'an saw his heroic and handsome figure, with the characteristics of a warrior. Spiritual proud boy.

The long knife and long sword pierced the sky together.

At this moment, Yamabuki Otome's stern and gentle voice came from below, with pain in the gentleness and nostalgia in the resentment: "Seimi, Seimei."

No, this voice is not so much Yamabuki Otome as it is the dead Fox Hagoromo. Yes, the fake news that was originally released at this moment has become true, and Fox Hat has really returned.

"Sunny, sunny."

It was a mother's most affectionate call to the child she worked so hard to protect. The long knife pierced the air, and the chaotic black was pierced like this. The broken black was like a punctured balloon. The white light seemed to have found an entrance and poured in in patches, driving the black chaos to such an extent that there was no corner to hide in.

Jing An stretched out her hand to grab the figure beside her, but as the blackness dissipated, there was no one around her.The blackness of that person has also been driven away by the white light. It is obvious that two people are stabbing at the sky, but now there is only her figure, one person's long sword, and one person's persistence in the darkness.

Falling down without strength, Jing An looked at the blue sky and thought it was ridiculous.

The funeral room jumped up and hugged the girl who let herself fall, and carefully placed her on the ground.Staring at the man standing in midair like a sun god with an inscrutable expression, that person's expression was also indescribable.

Unbelievable, joyful, lost... All kinds of emotions are intertwined on his face, his eyes are fixed on the woman in black lying powerlessly on the ground, the woman's eyes are as gentle as a The heat flow in winter.

"No, it's impossible!"

Abe Seimei looked at the woman who smiled softly, and her whole body swayed unsteadily. For the first time, she was able to abandon that person in one go, but this time she wanted to put the weapon in her hand again without any hesitation. Stab viciously and finish everything completely, so that no one will stop him.

But the hands couldn't move anymore.

"Qingming, Qingming, my child!"

Yamabuki Otome who turned into a feather fox only had that person in her eyes, and Nuliang Rikuo also looked at that person in disbelief. The same face as the later Yamabuki Otome had a completely different feeling, and he took two steps back in disbelief. Hugging his aching head tightly, the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Everything about me before suddenly flooded into my mind, witnessing my father’s death, my mother’s numbness from grief, and my companion who fell in a pool of blood afterward... A thought flashed in my mind: this is this person, this Man made all this.

Slowly squatting down to pick up his knife, holding the handle tightly with both hands, Yukino, who sensed something was wrong, stepped forward to stop it, and Nuliang Rikusheng, whose eyes were red and fell into a magic barrier, pushed him down all at once When he got to the ground, he held the knife in his hand step by step, like the feathered fox of Abe Seimei who fell to the ground and could only see the sky in his eyes.