[Comprehensive] It's Frozen Jiao, not Jiao Fong

Butterfly rubbed her head reluctantly, a little unsure of where she was, the remaining warmth of the girl's palm was still on her hand, and the two separated in an instant.

Compared with the other pillars, Butterfly Ninja and Hong Dongjiao only became fully familiar with each other during this period of time. When the decisive battle approached, she originally wanted to ask the other party to help her step-son Hanahu under special circumstances, but who knew this entrustment Before it was said, the matter reached an immeasurable step.

She had long been prepared for self-sacrifice, and injected a large amount of wisteria poison into her body in advance, aiming to wait for the moment when she met the ghost, and block everything in herself at the moment of the duel.

She gritted her teeth, there was no one around her, and there was no ghost. If she kept searching, she would definitely find out the existence of the ghost.

Finally, she found it, but it was a little different from what she had imagined.

The white hair, the golden iron fan, and the face of a woman are consistent with the information she got.

But right now, the ghost who killed her sister is in a mess, with blood splattered everywhere, a piece of clothes on his body is missing, and one arm is lying beside him, but his body is intact, so it can be seen that he was chopped off just now. It fell down, but Guichao's rapid growth made it grow back.

I don't know if Hong Dongjiao did it on purpose, the arm she cut off just now is exactly the same as the part that Hei Simou cut off at that time.

In fact, half of the body should have been chopped off directly, but it was a pity that he reacted quickly enough and dodged for a while, so he only cut to this point.

What a pity, if it's just an arm, it won't consume much energy.

"Miss Ren, it's just in time." Hong Dongjiao gave him another knife, which froze part of his nerves, and retreated to Die Die Ren's side.

Although another opponent came, because she was also a woman, Tong Mo's mentality was pretty good, but the opponent's expression was too angry, and the clothes he was wearing looked familiar, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

Finally, in the dusty memory, one of the scenes was picked up.

"Ah~ Is that the girl who uses the breath of flowers?" He tapped the handle of the fan, and repeatedly sprinkled salt on the wounds in others' hearts, "That is really a beautiful girl."

He lightly described to the two people what he did back then, the regret of not getting the girl in time, like a knife stabbing into the chests of the two of them, tearing scars of varying degrees.

Butterfly Kanaho escaped the end of being eaten, but still passed away due to her injuries, but Ms. Fujihime, because she came a step late, ended up in this person's hands like that.

"Are you... the one who ate Fujiki-san so calmly?"

She hadn't mentioned this name for a long time, so long that many people thought she had forgotten about it.

Tong Mo tilted his head and asked puzzledly:

"Who are you talking about?"

Do you still remember the meat you ate long ago?

The corners of the girl's mouth turned cold, but her heart was unprecedentedly calm. She raised the sun blade, and the blade turned from clean to red.

Breath of the day, beginning.

"That's it."

Hong Dongjiao once suffered a great loss under Tong Mo's hands, so she naturally knew his moves very well. The Breath of the Sun circulated under her hands, matching the pace of the Breath of Water, and quickly controlled his range of activities within a certain range. circle.

Tong Mo obviously also realized that she was troublesome, and didn't want to continue to entangle with her, so he slowly shifted his attack to Butterfly Shinobi.

Butterfly Ninja's figure is much smaller than Hong Dongjiao's, and her movements are more flexible. The breath of insects is originally a method of breathing that is known for its lightness, but Tong Mo's blood ghost technique is faster than hers. Jiao blocked a part, but still a lot fell on her body.

Attacking here, the defense there is much weaker, but Tong Mo doesn't care about these at all.

As long as he is careful not to let the girl's blade cut off his deadliest place, no matter how serious it is, he can recover with time.

He drew the distance between himself and Butterfly Ninja very close, so that even if the girl attacked, she would have some scruples and would not be extravagant.

He made others his shield.

Butterfly Ninja was very close to Tong Mo, several times she even brushed against her body, she couldn't even unleash her sword power, but such a short distance allowed another plan she had imagined to be carried out.

The premise is that Hong Dongjiao doesn't do anything, and let her be eaten by Tong Mo quietly.

With her ability, if Tong Mo loses most of his mobility, it should be easy to kill him.

Almost, as long as you let go of the knife, you can do it almost.

Not knowing how to convey this feeling of hers, Die Die endured a severe slash with her hands, pulling away the distance between herself and Tong Mo.

She looked at the girl, her eyes were full of pleading and determination.

The bottle at the waist slipped down during the rotation just now, and flew into the air, Tong Mo didn't even look at it, the iron fan shook slightly, the bottle instantly became shattered, the light blue liquid inside splashed out, and some fell to the ground , others were stained with Tong Mo's robe.

He glanced at it, shivered casually, and ignored it.

"Speaking of which, what was that just now?" He narrowed his eyes, excitedly, "Are you discussing some new trick?"

"Whatever you want to do,..."

Tong Mo felt a sharp pain in his thigh.

Subconsciously looking down, a piece of red slowly swelled from the place of the white culottes, and a slight rancid smell came out from there. Tong Mo could feel that piece of flesh was rotting and disappearing, it was only a small piece, but it could not be tolerated. underestimate.

The drop of liquid that splashed on the clothes just now penetrated with a strong suction force, eroding into the flesh.

"what?"

The smile on his face disappeared.

Hong Dongjiao stared at him for a while, then shifted his gaze to the light blue liquid on the ground that hadn't disappeared. Looking left, right, up and down, it was just an ordinary toilet cleaner.

She silently took out the original package from her waist pocket, held it in her hand, looked at it carefully, and tore off the wrapping paper attached to the side.

Under the paper, a handwritten note was revealed.

【surprise!I don’t know if it’s useful, but you must have discovered its function when you saw this note!Wisteria flower special~]

She had never seen the coquettish handwriting, but she could imagine who wrote it.

In fact, she didn't tell the other party much about the deeds of ghosts, but he was able to guess in a few words, and made such an item.

Just such a small dose, the effect is so violent.

It's a pity that he has already become alert, and there is no need for a second time.

Hong Dongjiao put the remaining half bottle of invincible potion back into his pocket, and raised his sword with Butterfly Ninja.

No worries anymore.

Tong Mo's body can easily decompose toxins, but the synthetic substances made by Saiki Kongsuke mixed with a large amount of synthetic substances that will appear in the future are enough to deal a heavy blow to the body. Restricting the movement of one of his legs allowed the two to have enough offense to fuse together.

He tried to freeze the lungs of the two with ice crystals, but unfortunately this move was useless in front of Hong Dongjiao, all the attacks were blocked and turned into nothingness, smashing the surrounding buildings to pieces do.

The knife gradually turned red.

When Kanahu and Inosuke arrived, only the dying Tong Mo was left on the battlefield, the tip of Butterfly Ninja rested on his back, and Hong Dongjiao's blade lay across her neck.

"Ah, here comes another strange child."

Inosuke was still wearing a hood, and he was a little confused, but seeing that the enemy was almost wiped out, and there was no place for him to take action, his heart sank.

Tong Mo still wanted to struggle to the death, all the strength gathered on his fingertips, and launched a final offensive. The girl blocked it, and Inosuke and Kano also avoided it in time, but they still touched a little, and Inosuke's headgear was useless It is fixed and falls down.

Hong Dongjiao's blade was inserted into Tong Mo's neck, halfway in, blocking internal regeneration, blood flowed out from his body in large streams, his eyes began to float, staring at Inosuke's face, suddenly I remembered something.

Qin Ye...

That was the first woman he didn't take the initiative to kill. Her voice was beautiful. If possible, he wanted to keep her by his side for the rest of his life.

Tong Mo may have been born with the talent to kill, he started to tell another story just like he told Butterfly Ninja about the process of killing Butterfly Chanaho.

How did he ruin another pair of mother and son who should have lived a peaceful life.

Inosuke's long-term memories slowly emerged the voice of the woman named Kotoba, that melodious tune, humming a lullaby gently in his ear, as if in a lifetime.

Hong Dongjiao's blade was still stuck in his neck, but his body turned sideways, making way for Inosuke.

This matter should have ended for the victim.

At the moment when the body and the head were completely separated, Tong Mo subconsciously wanted to break through the boundaries of the self and achieve a transparent state. He mobilized all the cells in the body and concentrated them on the junction of the neck and the brain. Those cells and tissues fused and soon gave birth A little bit of flesh.

His head fell not far away, and his eyes could clearly see the expression on Yue Yue's face, all of them were indifferent, there was joy in their eyes, and even more infinite sadness.

It seemed that killing him would not undo something.

Tong Mo suddenly felt nothing interesting.

The growing flesh at the edge stopped instantly, and no more tissue could grow.

He has no obsessions, and the gods will not favor him.

Then why did he let him be born into this world in the first place?

The body without the brain was still moving, maintaining its last vitality. He raised his arms subconsciously, trying to touch the people around him, but they were severed.

This time, until the end, he didn't give birth to the so-called human emotions.