Chapter 143 Asking for Life

After this sentence, Jiang Yao showed a surprised look and stared at him, with a dry voice in his mouth: "Why don't you resist? You should still have the strength. Why don't you fight to the death?"

Qin Yan wanted to grin, but due to the numbness caused by the collapse of the sense of touch, his body could not move at all, and even this conversation could only be carried out in the form of soul communication. He thought for a moment and said, "I know what you want to tell me, and I have also noticed that in this illusory world, if you want to kill, no matter what you do, you will only hurt yourself. I can't resist anymore. If you can get my body, just do it.

Jiang Yao looked at him in a daze for a long time, and his face gradually dissipated, and finally turned into a faint sigh: "Yes..." After this sound, the ghost fog coiled around him quickly dissipated, and the protruding muscles and ferocious face changed to normal. He stared, and the expression on his face became calm: "If this If it can't attract you to do it, then I can't hurt you. You have such a heart and awareness, which is indeed what I lack. I finally understand that no wonder God chose you.

Qin Yan laughed at himself and said, "No matter how high the consciousness is, it has not fallen into today's situation. The so-called rise and fall is just the dance in the palm of the Buddha, which is controlled by people.

"You shouldn't think so." Jiang Yao showed an expression that he wanted to say. The faint white fog rose from him, and his figure became blurred, as if it would soon dissipate. In the smoke, he paused for a moment and said, "There are many things that I can't say more. The last time I came to see you was the last thing I could do. You are very good. I didn't take that sword for nothing. Xiao Qin, take care..."

"Hmm. Take care!" I don't know why I still feel so sad to see my friends after eight years. Perhaps this friendship has been engraved into my soul as early as the beginning and most real...

There seems to be a golden light in the white fog. Jiang Yao's outline is no longer real, and the voice seems to be in the sky. "Finally, there is an unspeakable word, I still have to tell you: I'm sorry..."

"Nothing, I have forgiven you." Qin Yan shook his head, and then was shocked to find that he could shake his head, as if he had regained his five senses. There was still an empty darkness on both sides, and the sore and tingling feeling occupied the body again and continued to spread. There was a sharp explosion like a firecracker in his ear, with a strong fragrance, sweet and bitter mixed with the tip of the tongue, and the swaying ghosts in front of him were restored to colorful colors, and Jiang Yao's figure was never seen again.

Everything seems to have returned to the time before the beginning of the fantasy. At that time, Qin Yan's five senses had not collapsed, and he could still feel this real darkness. Although it was painful, it gave him a sense of happiness.

He vaguely understood that Jiang Yao had won this period of time for himself as his final compensation.

Seeing you today is the real farewell.

"Goodbye, my brother."

While his body was still under his control, Qin Yan put his hands together, endured the increasingly strong tingling, and silently recited a rebirth spell for Jiang Yao, wishing him a good family in his next life.

Time passed silently, and the five senses collapsed in extreme pain again. Qin Yan lost his sense of himself again. The colorful colors in front of him condensed into the image of a young man in soap. He held a long sword and pointed to Qin Yan's chest.

"Villain!" The young man opened his eyes angrily and scolded, "I have no grievances against you. Why do you want to kill me? Today, I want you to pay me back all this!"

"Bah!" Qin Yan sneered disdainly, "You male dog, if you don't wag your tail and beg for mercy from your dear Gong Yunxiu, how can you have the face to trouble me--"

Before he finished speaking, he only heard the young man's roar, and his sword fell. He saw a head rise to the sky, and blood splashed in the dark world, like a shower.

Qin Yan couldn't feel his body, but when the sword came to him, he really felt the cold pain of cutting the sharp blade into his neck and the weakness of the passage of vitality.

But as soon as the picture in front of him turned, he quickly recovered and saw the young man's body fall into a pool of blood, his head rolled aside, and the sword in his hand remained on his own neck section.

Waving his sword at people, the young man cut off his head.

After experiencing a feeling from death to life, Qin Yan also confirmed his guess. As long as you believe that you are still alive, you will not die. In such a fantasy, you just need to do nothing, and blind killing will only make you fall into the abyss.

The fallen body of the young man gradually disappeared, and a creeping figure leaned over in the distance. It was an old man with a bald and white beard, holding charms and hidden weapons, was staring at himself coldly. This man is the target of his advanced mission. More than ten years ago, he was a famous demon and a blood thief.

"Soul, when you killed my life with blood, did you ever think that there would be today's end?"

"Bang! Uncle, you are not naive enough to think that now you have a chance to turn over, do you?

"The evil is looking for death!" It was also a roar, blood-clad stolen ten-finger missiles, and countless invisible hidden weapons that had applied "shadow" were spread down like a trap. He only heard the sound of breaking the air coming, but Qin Yan was powerless and inaded to dodge, so he could only gritt his teeth and resist with his body.

Obviously, the body has lost consciousness, but you can clearly feel the pain of the sharp blade. Every time I felt like I was going to die, but he endured it and stood up.

The blood-clothing thief in front of him made a sad scream, and countless wounds suddenly burst out of his body, like a water bag with countless holes, and blood gushed out like a fountain. He fell to the ground and struggled for a while before dying in a sad howling. Although Qin Yan endured the same pain as him, he still stood still and was as strong as a rock.

After the death of the blood clothes thief, followed by the Chinese army, Ma Donghao, Mr. Wutong, the black sun bat, Chu Qian, and more and more terrible are countless unknown gangsters. There is no difference between masters and gangsters here, which will bring him the pain of wandering on the death line.

"Convinced that you will not die", this can never be done by will alone. In the experience of death again and again, his mind also became numb and gradually forgot whether he was really alive. Every pain is killing his soul. Maybe until the divine consciousness disappears, he will completely sink into this darkness.