Story of Longevity

When she turned her mind around, the little child looked at her chest incredulously. She didn't understand why this happened when she did what the terrible big sister said.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, dripping on the purple light spear, Ma Tong Ying appeared in an instant, and she gradually lost her strength, sinking into the black water a little bit, which is actually a good choice... .

But at this moment, someone was more surprised than her and couldn't understand what was happening before her eyes.

While dying, Makiri Sakura saw her "grandfather" look shocked and puzzled in a daze, her rickety body turned into a little black residue, a shadow that began to collapse...

"Why..."

Jian Tong’s dirty inkstone didn’t understand what happened to him, that shot suddenly appeared, and instantly annihilated his own body-what exactly is the purple spear of the Cerebral worm hidden in the heart of Jian Tong Ying, all of this is the same as the magic ceremony just now. What does the abnormality of this excellent body have to do with...

It’s just that, faintly, the worm incarnation of Jiantong’s dirty inkstone, which is usually used for walking, seems to see a cherry blossom mark that resembles three petals on the back of Jiantong’s cherry. One of the petals slowly begins to dissipate...

【what----】

Corroded by some incredible magical power, Jian Tong's dirty inkstone was so unclear, it was almost reminiscent of the time when the strange thing that had also appeared in the dead Jian Tong Yan Ye, completely dissipated. .

Until death really came, the lost wreck did not realize that his death was only because of his actions, and one day he was rewarded.

I didn't realize that there really are conflicts unconsciously and accidentally in this world, beyond the irresistible existence recognized by the ignorant and fearless.

I didn't realize that the audience who stepped down personally and intervened in the story were actually very dissatisfied with his performance.

And at the moment when the unwelcome character of Jiantong Zangyan left the scene, she witnessed the disappearance of Jiantong Zangyan, who was supposed to be the source of his pain, in front of her, but Jiantong Ying did not have any The feeling of joy is just endless emptiness and relief.

It doesn't matter anymore, just sink to the bottom like this, it will be extremely easy like that----

But at this time, the purple magic hand account appeared, and the cherry blossom mark behind Ma Tongying began to turn counterclockwise, and the blood and wounds seemed to have never appeared before, disappearing. Only the figure of Jiantong dirty inkstone that had disappeared did not appear again.

The body returned to its original appearance, like a dream, but the memory in the dream did not disappear. Ma Tongying collapsed on the ground, she didn't know what else she could do next. It's like an empty shell----

"Well, that's it, one of your passive skills, any fatal injury will turn into a dream, turning into an illusory invincible defense skill. With your magic wand looking at you, you can't die if you want to die."

Illiya's voice appeared, and a single sentence dispelled the possibility that Ma Tong Ying would want to be overwhelmed:

"All I can tell you is [Living] Even if you don't have any reason, you have to live. Some good things will happen when you live."

While talking, Yi Liya took out a golden banner, let out a holy light, and began to purify the uncleanness in the insect warehouse. Hundred-legged insects never die, let alone old insects. She would clean this old house, even in Winterwood City, thoroughly.

Then, without paying attention to the hollow eyes and wondering if there was Ma Tong Ying who heard her talking, Illiya's figure disappeared behind her.

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[In the world of magic, the descendants of the declining clan, the descendants of magicians who have no blood quality, no cultivation method and backstage, are indeed miserable.

That is to say, it cannot be integrated into the world of ordinary people, nor is it accepted by the world of magic. It is easy to be entangled by filth and weirdness, and it is easy to be hurt by the instability of his bloodline abilities. So, Tosaka Tokimi is not wrong . 】

Xingke remembers that Chancheng Kui was born in such a family. And in her set, there is a hobby that is inconsistent with her [Good Wife and Mother, Gentle Lady]-"Night Walk".

"Jess, are you talking about Asakami Fujino?" Illia replied, taking a deep breath of fresh outdoor air.

[Yes, she is a representative of the tragic ending of a descendant of excellent qualifications in a magic family that has lost inheritance. Tosaka Tosaka sent Makiri Sakura to Makiri's family, who has no outstanding descendants, for a great reason to prevent Makiri Sakura from destroying herself because of her excellent aptitude... After all, not everyone can meet the incarnation of the root and experience life. . 】

Xing Ke put aside his subjective likes and dislikes, and looked at the tragedy as a bystander.

"Besides, you still want to say that there is nothing wrong with Jiantong dirty inkstone, right?" Illiya was keenly aware of the meaning of the star carving.

[Master Iliya clearly learned that what Jiantong's dirty inkstone did was just to make the best use of it, transforming the inappropriate magic circuit into a suitable one. His mistake was that he didn't give that cute child anesthetic. 】

Rarely, Xingke began to express his opinions about someone, and even some plea...

[Otherwise, what he did was actually the same as the human body transformation and blood fusion that we often carry out.

It's just that our aesthetics are more normal~www.ltnovel.com~ knowing to cover the actual process with magic light, knowing to isolate the painful perception of the experimenter.

We are more humanitarian, and we don’t get the evil taste of happiness from the painful expressions of the weak-this is not the source of the sins of the old bug, but also the reason why he ended up as a villain...]

"Guise, I don't know if it was my illusion. Do you have any special feelings for the old bug being burned by me? For example... [Sympathy] etc." Illya asked, this The tone is not a question, but almost determined.

[Where, where, Lord Ilia, do you want me to admit in front of you that I might have had a dark history similar to the old bug? That kind of serious sins committed because of being young, how could I have ever had such an eternal, handsome 18-year-old young man? 】

Xingke smiled and concluded Illiya’s guess: [Hahaha, you laughed...]

"Guise..."

At first, Yiliya's tone sank, and then quickly turned into a ridiculous rhetorical question:

"You tell such a simple and clear lie, is it possible that you still want me to punish you?

No, I won’t—for you who have realized that it’s black history, let you live forever, stay by my side, and always keep the guilt that may exist in your heart, and dare not straighten it. Seeing is the punishment for you-at least I think so. "

Illiya confessed that her judgment on matters is not just a matter of fact, but a "double standard policy" based on the parties involved-

"And, didn't I say? I'm not exercising [boring justice], I'm just acting because of my [selfishness and willfulness]..."