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"If you can do it, try it." With a wild smile, he raised his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up, his blood-colored pupils were not angry, his hair was frantic, and his usual gentle expression was completely gone. Cole seemed to have changed. personal.Such provocative gazes naturally made Barton very upset. He raised his hand, and after a while, the eyes of several people were already full of people.

It's tricky.

Simon looked sideways at Cole, and after a while, smiled slightly, turned his head, looked at more and more orcs, and said, "Ah, it's really troublesome, but having said that," he stopped, "Cole, you still What a fun guy!"

"interesting?"

"Ah, you are either smart or idiot to provoke the enemy while you are behind bars." He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "But I believe you are not the first type."

Are you saying you're an idiot?

Still, it wasn't a sarcasm.

Simon passed in front of Cole, raised the bow and arrow in his hand, and shot straight at the first person who started to attack. With the sound of the arrow piercing through the air, the person fell to the ground.

"When I saw you, I wanted to fight." With his back to Cole, Simon said softly, "It's the first time I've felt this way in so many years."

"That's right." With downcast eyes and a chuckle, Cole grabbed a man by the throat and slammed it against a nearby tree, saying to Simon, "Then I'm really honored."

Between the words, Simon leaped onto the tree, drew his bow and arrow, and said, "But I personally hate you very much."

Smiling with deep brows, Cole said, "To each other."

There is no collision of eyes or words, but they are cooperating more and more tacitly. Cole and Palanch are fighting hand-to-hand with the enemy in the front, while Simon is covering in the rear. If you master this rhythm, Cole can basically handle it. Button's little thought.

There were fewer and fewer people, and Barton's expression became more and more ugly.

With Palanch's cover, Cole moves very quickly. It's strange to say that Palanch is like an attacker when there are only Palanch and himself, but now he is like the most loyal guardian. , but thinking of what Simon said about the "owner", whether it's nonsense or not, at the very least, Palanch is still standing with him—although in this form.

Sorry, but couldn't have asked for more.

The dead can't be resurrected, and everyone in Kirby understands this truth.

The wound on the wrist hurts slightly, but this is the only bond with Palanch, and the occasional pain can be ignored, because Palanch is by his side, so he instinctively protects himself, so he never backs down or is timid and cowardly moment.

Pressing harder and harder, the merciless attack finally came to Barton.

However, just as he was about to deal the final blow to Barton, a sharp bone knife fell from the top rapidly. Cole reacted immediately and pulled Palanch to stop him. sea ​​blue pupils.

"So it's you again." Heather stared at Cole with an indescribable disgust, "Why, I didn't teach enough lessons last time, so I brought your toys and that runaway trash with you on purpose." Come to die?" The toy refers to Palanch, and the fleeing waste... A cold light hits, but it doesn't hit Heather, and a living dead stepped forward to block it, leaving him unscathed.

Simon's entire face darkened.

Cole was not afraid, raised his head, looked at him, and then replied coldly: "You are the same."

"Oh?" Heather raised her eyebrows, her mature appearance is more gorgeous than before, but the blond hair does not have the temperature of the sun but the poison that bites people, and the eyes like the sea are not full of tolerance, but the abyss of ice Cold, Cole noticed, his fingers were extremely pale.

Slowly looking away, Cole said, "You are still the same, you love to covet other people's things."

"Other people's things," couldn't help laughing, "You really like to joke." His gaze was extremely cold.

At this time, Barton had already hid behind Heather.

"What is your purpose?" Cole stared.

Lowering her eyes, Heather raised her hand slightly, pointed at Cole, and even smiled: "I don't know what the purpose is, hehe, didn't Norman tell you anything, what a poor person." Heather smiled It was so exaggerated that even the body was trembling.

Frowning slightly, Cole crossed the bone knife and placed it in front of Heather's neck.

Just a moment.

Barton wanted to come over, but Heather waved his hand to signal them to back away, staring straight at Cole without a trace of fear in him.

Then, Barton and the others all left quietly as if they had received some order. When they noticed, there were only a few of them left at the scene.

From a distance, I couldn't find it, but from a close look, Heather's skin was a little strangely white.

A sickly colour, and bloodless.

The whole body is full of icy breath, so close, I can't even feel a little bit of temperature, not only that, I can feel the neck under the knife is also motionless, deathly silence, no heartbeat, no pulse , not breathing.

Shocked, he looked up at Heather's mocking face.

"Got it." Heather said, and then grabbed the knife around her neck with her backhand.

what do you know.

"I'm already dead." Heather said without changing his expression, as if he was talking about the weather, and he tapped his face lightly, with a cold and strange arc at the corner of his mouth, "What stands here is just a shell, A body with memories and hatred..."

Can the body still speak?

Cole couldn't believe it, so he frowned, but unexpectedly, when he looked down, he found that Heather's hand holding the knife was not bleeding.

There's a bruise on it, but... no blood.

This is……

"When I killed the child, I also died together." Heather said with a smile, he laughed terribly, and his eyes seemed to be twisted up, "But I love Norman so much, so no matter what If you want to be by his side, even... in this form."

Are you not human anymore?

Does a body that is active only by memory or uncertain factors really exist?

Is he... still alive?

Or... this is another unknown conspiracy?

With an unusually pale face, Cole thought of Palanch behind him. Although the two of them were different, Palanch was indeed active... as if he had his own consciousness.

Various questions kept popping up in his mind, but he couldn't ask any of them. However, Heather's eyes became more and more strange. He looked at Cole and said softly and slowly: "I would have been by his side all the time, I have always been by his side in this way...but your appearance made him leave me..." The voice gradually became darker, "...why?! Why did you show up?!"

"Coveting?" With a crazily distorted smile, "It's not certain who is coveting whose things!"

Before Cole regained consciousness, Heather grabbed Cole's throat with his backhand, and just when he was about to touch Cole, a huge force knocked him to the ground. Palanch stood upright in front of him, and the mad Palanch still made a strange grunt, his eyes widened.

Sharp teeth bit Heather's wrist.

Don't let go.

"Disrespectful guy!" He slapped Palanch on the face with his backhand, and the sharp claws directly scratched his face, but Palanch didn't let go at all, and stared at Heather fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow him alive .

"Parange!"

Cole quickly pulled Palanch back, looked carefully, and found that the wounds were deep into his bones.

However, the opposite pupil is still like stagnant water, Cole does not believe in the resurrection of the dead, but if it is true, then...

"Even if he is alive, he will no longer be the original him. This is a fact."

I don't know where the sound came from.

A familiar, unforgettable voice.

Cole raised his head silently, quietly, looking at the person standing in front of him, his golden eyes were looking at this place, looking at himself, so focused and focused.

He still sees through his heart at once.

Cole gritted his teeth, stared back angrily, and said, "You always guess what other people are thinking."

"No," smiled lightly, as gentle as water, "I just want to guess what you think alone."

How funny.

So he took Palanch back, and Cole didn't want to confront Ley face to face.

It's not the time yet, and... Cole still doesn't know what Ley's purpose is, so it's best not to act rashly before finding out what the other party's intention is.Cole hinted at Simon in the same way.He didn't intend to pay attention to him, so he dodged to leave, but Ley slowly leaned over, raised his hand, blocked Cole's path, lowered his head and said, "Are you... are you leaving?"

"I'm going to keep going."

"Why? You don't know what will happen ahead."

"That's why I'm going to look for what I lost." Cole replied lightly, and then gave him a cold look, "So, don't block me."

"...It's okay if you lost it." Muttering to himself, Ley put down his hand.

Cole turned and left, and disappeared into the forest like the wind, leaving only Ley who was speechless, and Heather, who had been speechless since Ley appeared, walked up to Heather, and Ley stared blankly. The expressionless person closed his eyes for a long time, and wrenched Heather's head off.

Painless, silent, just fell to the ground.

Ley looked at the corpse lying on the ground indifferently, and said lightly: "Even if it is the puppet I created, I will not allow you to be so presumptuous to Cole... There is no use in keeping things that are lifeless. Because what's lost... can't be found at all, right?"?