Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

Sick leaves didn't speak.

He didn't know how to answer Natsuhiko's question.

Do you still expect him to say it

?

"You lack a head of the Twelve Ghost Moons, it's a coincidence, I happen to have one here, so please take it and use it politely." 」

Is that the kind of thing to say?

He's got a head, but he's not one more!

He still has this for himself!

Damn, think quickly, brain. Hurry up and figure out a way to get me out, or you'll become this frivolous man and become a "pillar" in a while!

!

"Ah~, is it over, it's really Xia Yanjun. "

Just as Sick Ye racked her brains to think about how she could keep herself alive, the gentle voice of Butterfly Chanae sounded behind Natsuhiko.

Her figure fluttered lightly from mid-air, and Haori instigated, as graceful and beautiful as a butterfly in the moonlight.

"Lady Hanazuki!".

Seeing the arrival of Butterfly Chanae, the remaining three ghost slayer swordsmen who still retained their combat ability breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the existence of the pillar is not only a symbol of strength, but also the meaning of the spiritual pillar of the ghost killing team.

No matter how powerful Xia Yan is, he can't replace the position of the "pillars" in the hearts of the swordsmen of the Ghost Slayer Team.

It's just that after hearing the names of these swordsmen to Butterfly Chanae, Sick Ye's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Xia Yan, who has not yet become a pillar, has already made him unable to survive, and now there is a serious eight hundred ghost killing team flower pillar, it seems that today he is destined to return to Jiuquan.

Thinking of this, Sick Ye's eyes became hollow.

"Moses Moses ~ Are you all okay?" The members of "Hidden" have arrived, and now they are helping the other team members, and you will be treated soon, and all the efforts you put into the ghost killing team, we will remember it in our hearts. "

Butterfly Chanae first calmed the emotions of the remaining three swordsmen, and then looked at Xia Yan with some doubts.

"What are you doing Xia Yanjun, why don't you just cut off his head?"

"Ahh

Xia Yan then poked the sick leaf's skull with the scabbard for a while.

"—I saw that this kid was racking his brains to find a way, and he looked strangely cute in his dying struggle, and I wanted to see if he could get out of my hands. "

But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't make any moves, it should be that the donkey skills are poor. "

Speaking of this, Xia Yan sighed lightly and raised the Rilun Sword in his hand, the blade flashing with a terrifying cold glow.

His eyes turned cold as he looked at the sick leaf.

"Well, in order to give you a sense of participation, count three with me, and I'll cut off your head when you count to three. "

"Let's start with you!".

Sick Ye didn't speak, his eyes were still empty, as if his heart was dead.

"Don't try to drag on me, if you don't count, I'm going to kill you. "

Xia Yan's words full of murderous intent made Sick Ye's eyes barely regain a glimmer of light.

"One. His voice was low, and he slowly spat out a number.

"Two!" Xia Yan said immediately without the slightest hesitation.

He gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, the corners of his mouth splitting in an exaggerated arc, revealing his white teeth.

There was a frenzied brilliance in his eyes, and the whole person was filled with a crazy temperament, which made the three swordsmen who saw this scene tremble and hugged each other.

For a while, it was impossible to tell who was a human and who was the real ghost.

Somehow, they felt a little sympathy for the bound demon.

Once again, it's the turn of the sick leaves.

He opened his mouth, but for a long time he didn't make a sound.

After all, when the last number came out, he really died, he became a ghost because he didn't want to die, how could he give up so easily.

"Prayer pinch?".

Looking at the sick leaf who looked like he was dumb, the corners of Xia Yan's mouth hooked up a playful smile.

The joy of watching others fight to survive simply makes him want to stop.

As death approached, Sick Ye's brain calmed down, and his thoughts were clearer than ever.

"What are you kidding, I...... How could my sick uncle accept his fate like this!".

"Damn bastard! How dare you fool me like that!

"—But, a guy named Natsuhiko!You're just a human after all!—You can only think in the way of a human being whose life is short!".

The idea of "I like to watch people die and struggle" and "I make the person who is killed feel a little involved" is as boring as rat poop in the toilet!".

"I'm sick and I don't have such boring thoughts!".

"I have only one simple thought...... There is only one -!".

That is, no matter what happens, you have to try your best to survive. "

"Whether it's the process or the method—".

Thinking of this, Sick Ye made a decision in his heart, and at the same time let out a roar in his heart.

"—it doesn't matter !! all

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