: After the night talk, the legend is written, love and hate are scribbled

Really embarrassed...
Lying on the ground without temperature, everything is gray, like the world on the opposite side, looking at the dark sky, there are no large black objects sprayed with dark clouds, only the strong and unique atmosphere in the dark world is constantly surging.
There was an almost numb pain in the body.
The scorched hands and feet, the powerful slashing has destroyed his internal organs, and broke a lot of ribs. Sword marks and penetrating injuries are branded on the chest, and they are on top of all...
It is the absolute ice block that blocks everything.
Really...
Embarrassed...
Thinking of the sword in the frozen world before, the dark figure pulled up the Lingyuan of the burning brother for some reason, and burst out a sword beyond imagination, Arakawa laughed at himself.
"No, I have to... leave quickly..."
After all, this is the world of those monsters...
The A-level immortal cultivator can be called a strong vitality, supporting Arakawa to withstand the serious injury that is dying at this moment, struggling from the ground, lowering his weak eyes that may faint at any time,
He held the ancient sword-Dragon King, and looked at this fairy sword that had not known how long he had been with him. At this moment, he looked up with frost, because he didn't even have the power to keep his sight from falling.
I should be thankful...
Open a gap that doesn’t know where it leads to reality,
It is much simpler than opening the current location corresponding to reality...
This is Arakawa's only thought at the moment.
It’s not faith, the desire to survive, or the fear of death. Something else supports Arakawa, which can be called dying at this moment, and supports him in lifting the ancient sword-Dragon King,
Supported him to live for years that have not been known...
Every A-level participant has a long time, and every A-level participant has his own legend.
Excellent, extraordinary, and they naturally have their own life-saving cards...
It’s because the world of the World of Night Warfare is short, and Fang Ran doesn’t know this. Although Arakawa was seriously injured by him at the moment, he was half-dead, but as long as he escapes to the real world at this moment, it takes decades, and he can still recover.
Although it must pay a big price.
However, at the moment when Arakawa raised the sword!
A coquettish voice that had never been considered for him, a low and charming voice, and a weird chuckle sounded out of thin air.
"Oh, finally... I found you."
The action suddenly stopped, and Arakawa opened his eyes unbelievably, looking at the figure that emerged from the dark rose pattern.
The snow-white shoulder was exposed to the air, and the knot of the elegant black dress was tied on it, the beautiful almost coquettish face under the black cloth hood was smiling, and the violet pupils were hot and paranoid.
Looking at the witch, Arakawa didn't expect that at this moment, it would be her who appeared in front of him and made despair.
"cough...."
Coughing up on the pieces of flesh, Arakawa could still smile as gently as before even seeing the figure of the witch.
"I didn't expect.... It was you who appeared..."
His figure was a little unstable, and he supported the ancient sword-Dragon Emperor, which was inserted back to the ground, with both hands, coughing up blood because of forcibly:
"Even the people from The Song of the Wanderer... are they here..."
"I've long wanted to know, always...always...always..."
The witch smiled and opened her demon eyes with violet rays, her mouth was seduced into a fiery mouth with a slightly hoarse voice, she kept repeating the obsessive words, and stared at Arakawa at this moment.
"What kind of person is the guy who interferes with my doll's life behind the scenes?"
After saying this, the witch suddenly smiled contentedly.
"Unexpectedly, a very interesting person."
Then she opened her cold and merciless violet eyes, still smiling:
"Then, go to hell."
In an instant, the darkness whizzed, the power of the dark world made the participants' abilities even more tumultuous, and seven darkness rose up into the sky from around the witch!
The most magical and mysterious number, the dots formed by the darkness of the'seven' are connected into an uneven but perfect and stable one, the horrible and unknown'dolls', arrogant, angry, lazy, greedy, jealous, gluttony, smiling Behind the witch is called to appear!
Then swarmed towards Arakawa!
The ancient sword-the dragon king pulled up desperately, squeezing out the last strength of this broken body at the cost of the little lifespan left overdrawn, Arakawa tore his throat and shouted!
"Absolute Sword-Yuelingyuan!!"
At the last moment, instinctively used...
A second before being submerged by the dark monsters, Arakawa's pupils widened and thought to himself.
Is it still the sword skill taught by Brother Jiang Ran...
boom!
Every A-level participant has had a long time, and every A-level participant has his own legend...
But no matter how legendary the story...will be written all day.
Gu Jian-Dragon Emperor flew out, half-casting his weak eyes like a dead person, watching the dark monsters who immediately swallowed him, and planned to slowly close their eyes.
No way...Forget it, maybe it's enough...
The moment I gave up,
Half a century of fatigue, fatigue, and loneliness seemed to burst out all at once, causing him to smile at the end and laugh at himself.
I deceived the young man by using his life-saving cards and escaped into the dark world. He did not hesitate to hide his life from the ugly side, and finally he could not escape to death...
Really embarrassed...Arakawa...
Looking at the powerful, weird and terrifying dark monsters in front of me, my sword light was easily swallowed by the monster with its huge jagged mouth.
But in this second!
Among the seven dark monsters, the most powerful ‘arrogant’ holding a death sickle and bone chain, suddenly turned around, held the terrifying giant sickle in his hand, and waved back its companion!
"Ok?"
A curious surprise appeared on the witch's enchanting and mysterious face, and she waved her hand to stop the other dolls from continuing their pursuit.
I saw "Pride" suddenly cut a crack, and then the huge body struggling to stop suddenly, a figure barely emerged from the darkness, grabbing Arakawa and pushing it back.
The moment the two got close, what Arakawa's unbelievably widened pupils saw was that Yaohe's struggling expression was filled with pride and disdain, and he sneered at the weak and sneered at this point after spending half a century on it. Nor did he change his bad tone.
"Arakawa, I don't love you."
Then he pushed him hard, and the arrogance holding the sickle recovered again. Her figure was once again caught in the darkness, and the doll named ‘arrogance’ returned to the witch’s control again.
Only Arakawa was left lying on the ground of the dark world once again.
Every A-level participant has had a long time, and every A-level participant has his own legend...
Even they... will have love and hate,
Even if it is too sloppy.
"Don't run away?"
At some point, the coquettish figure with the black cloth cloak covering one side of the body had already stood beside Arakawa who was lying on his back on the ground, looking at the moment Arakawa asked with a chuckle.
"Ah...oh, forget it."
His eyes were completely blurred, but perhaps because of this approaching death, his words became clearer.
The witch looked at the pitch-black arrogance not far away, evoked the arc of charm, her eyes flashed with mysterious violet light, and she smiled softly and said as if she was looking at something that interests her:
"She used up the hole cards that I didn't even find, maybe she had prepared for her escape, just to keep you alive. Doesn't it matter to such a waste?"
Listening to the most disgusting and most feared puppet witch in the world of Night Fight asked herself this, Arakawa smiled.
"I've wasted a lot, since she joined the water against the water regardless of return..."
There was nothing in sight, only darkness, and Arakawa seemed to answer his own chuckle, but murmured weakly.
"And I don't know what else I can do to live, let her be lonely and imprisoned by you forever, lose herself, lose feeling, it is too pitiful, so..."
There was only darkness in front of him, and he slowly closed his eyes, sighing as if he had received a good rest.
"This way of'dead' together is the last reward I can return to her."
"It's a pity, even if she does this, it seems that you are not in love with her."
The witch looked at her arrogant doll and said with a chuckle, while the dilapidated figure lying on the ground, Arakawa, who might be completely dead at any time, heard the witch's words~EbookFREE.me~ hoarse throat. .
"Ah...yeah."
Tears slowly flowed down his closed eyes silently, and the corners of his mouth evoked whether it was the usual smile or half a century of bitterness.
"I can't.... I can't...I can do anything...compared to ordinary people who don't know where they come from..."
At the end of his life, Arakawa opened his eyes again, begging and struggling as if he wanted to see the dark blue skirt.
"Do I get her love?"
He couldn't see anything, tears flowed silently from his eyes, along with his slightly weak words floating in the dark world.
"Even if I plan to destroy the night game by myself tonight...she doesn't want to see me..."
As if he had exhausted all his remaining power to open his eyes, his vitality dissipated, but at the last moment, Arakawa who opened his eyes seemed to see the picture he wanted to see
It was more than half a century ago. With vigilance and guard, he walked up the bluestone steps leading to the bamboo forest in the mountains, and the girl who was standing above him with a beautiful smile and dazzling skirt smiled slightly.
-"My name is Lin Lang, welcome to join the night club"-
"Obviously as long as you show up...no matter what..."
I am willing to stop immediately...
He moved his lips, opened his praying eyes, and softly spoke in his heart without all his strength, and said the last words.
Then the dark ‘dolls’ opened up and swallowed his and the witch’s figure and disappeared from the dark world. No one saw what was happening in this dark world.
Although it is slightly different from what is known to the outside world, the A-level participant against the water-Arakawa completely fell at this moment.
On this night the legend is written, love and hate scribble...