: 832 has long been used to death

Silence began to fall on this ruin.
The vacillation and confusion in the eyes of Ophelia have disappeared.
However, the sorrow is once again rising, full of eyes like the unknown red moon.
The long white hair of the pure white flutters in the wind, and the expression of the snow elf, who is bound by the sad past, becomes sober.
Immediately, Ophelia was open.
"This is my destiny."
As the previous conversation said, Ophelia whispered.
"No one can smash it."
Even if the school badge was cut off on the spot, Ophelia’s fate was still not shattered.
"If fate starts, then you can't stop. Even if you beat me, you are stronger than me, and the new fate will come to me."
Ophelia complained sadly.
"Because I have that value."
The strongest level of witches created by the day after tomorrow.
This is indeed a very valuable existence.
Just think, if you can mass produce a witch like Ophelia, what will the world be like?
And if everyone is like Ophelia, with the murderous ability to take away everything around, what will the world be like?
On the contrary, for the so-called integrated enterprise consortium, what the world will become is not a major topic at all.
The unified corporate consortium always cares about the benefits.
Of course, if a witch like Ophelia can be mass-produced, the benefits that can be brought about will be enormous.
However, why Ophelia can become the strongest witch is still a topic of research.
At present, even the study of the stars of the day after tomorrow has not yet been completely formed, and naturally it is impossible to get there.
However, even if you can figure out the way to make the stars of the day after tomorrow, that is enough to bring about a huge impact.
Therefore, the existence of Ophelia itself has amazing value.
As a research object.
"My destiny is that I have to bring tremendous changes to the world."
Ophelia made such an expression with a fateful expression.
"In any case, my value is only these, and I can't change it anymore."
This was the beginning of the day when Ophelia became a star-age generation and even became the strongest witch.
Therefore, this will be fate.
"You can smash my school badge, but can you crush the Rachel Black Academy and smash the integrated corporate consortium?"
Ophelia gently lifted her eyes and looked at the square with sad eyes.
"If you can't, how can I resist if I am weaker than you?"
Perhaps, Ophelia will become like this, give up everything, is that the inevitable result?
After all, this world is something that belongs to the consortium of integrated enterprises.
Against the integrated enterprise consortium, it is equivalent to fighting the world.
A human being, is there a way to fight the world?
The answer is naturally no.
"This is fate."
In a word, all the pains and sorrows of Ophelia's heart were fulfilled.
People only know that Ophelia is the strongest witch, and will be the king of the king of the three consecutive tyrants.
But no one knows, it is such a person, but it is simply unable to control his own destiny, and can only follow the tide.
How can this make people not sad?
In view of this, Ophelia has the right to grief.
Do not.
It is better to say that the only thing that Ophelia can do is to feel sad and sorrowful.
However, even this value has been denied by the man in front of him.
"why?"
Ophelia stared at the party tightly, as she had just met, and asked.
"Why do you have such eyes?"
Perhaps, Ophelia is the first person to be able to look directly into the eyes of the party, but not to be overwhelmed by the horror of death.
It is not because Ophelia is not afraid of death, but even the result of death has been abandoned by Ophelia, abandoning all this, and choosing to follow the tide.
Staring at the magical eyes of Fang Li that seem to negate all the life in the world, Ophelia's question is only this one.

Why, in an environment where all these lives have been taken away, can you be so calm?


Don't you really have meaning for you?

It was said that Fang Li was finally silent.
The ice-blue magic eye did not disappear, but it still flickered in the eyes of the square.
Ophelia looked straight at the pair of eyes, and the pain in her eyes could almost be turned into a current.
In this case, the first time the party gave Ophelia a positive answer.
"I don't understand the meaning of life."
Yes.
The party does not understand the meaning of life.
Because, the result of all life is ultimately death.
For those who can understand the death of everything, the "life" opposite to "death" is naturally the first to be understood.
Therefore, on the contrary, Fang Li is the person who understands the meaning of life most, otherwise he will not know how to save the girls who have had an intersection with themselves.
Unfortunately…
"How can you understand the meaning of life?"
The party was extremely calm.
"Even if I know how precious it is, I can't feel sad about its dying."
"Because I have been used to death."
In the words of the party, Ophelia swayed a pair of eyes, and then he lowered his eyes.
"... is it?" Ophelia seemed to feel sad for the party, whispered: "Is this your destiny?"
"Maybe." Fang said in disdain: "If this is also a fate, then I am destined to be indifferent to death."
After that, Fang retracted the moon blade in his hand, turned around, and walked slowly toward the direction he was coming.
Ophelia just looked at the back of the party and was silent.
When the square crossed the ruins and pieces of rubble and walked to the entrance of the alley, the silence was broken again.
"correct."
Just like thinking of something that is not very important, the party suddenly stopped and turned to look at Ophelia.
Immediately, said such a sentence.
"Forgot to tell you, although the way is different, but I am like you, are the stars of the day after tomorrow."
Leaving this sentence, the party is slowly moving away with a clear pace.
Only Ophelia left, completely squatting there.
"he…"
Ophelia's head has become somewhat blank.
No way, this fact is more impactful for Ophelia.
When Ophelia reacted, she discovered.
I have already chased the past without knowing it.
Facing the direction of the departure.