The puppet lines are floating and the water lines are faint.

Ninety-nine arms hugged his knees, curled up like a baby, and kept falling.

The confusing words of the True Ancestor Evil God seemed to be echoing in my ears.

Jiujiu closed his eyes again in the water. The True Ancestor Evil God was good at spying on people's desires, thoughts and emotions.

People themselves are unable to discern the truest thoughts deep in their hearts, but the True Ancestor Evil God is able to dig them out.

But Jiujiu didn't think that he was really waiting for someone to find him as the True Ancestor Evil God said.

A puppet has no roots and no heart. The master who could keep her in this world has passed away.

Even her master, from the moment she chose to jump from the cold tower to end everything.

She has been abandoned.

Abandoned unintentional items, what kind of miracle should be done to give her hope that others can find them?

In the world of puppets, there is no freedom whether there is wind or not.

She is a killing war doll, just like a cactus that can never be turned into a flower and can never be held in people's hands.

It's dispensable, she can go or stay, whatever her heart desires, this is Yinghuo's life.

After all, when you are first born, you have no human heart and cannot understand the human heart.

Even though she was carved with a pen knife, she was carved into the world inch by inch.

Why didn't the original intention of creating her have something else in mind?

Among human beings, blood is thicker than water, and the hatred between close relatives is so deep that good deeds can be destroyed in the blink of an eye, so slander can lead to strangers in the blink of an eye.

Close relatives are still capricious, and their closeness and distance are uncertain, which proves that nothing lasts long.

Whose love would be given extravagantly to a doll for no reason?

Jiujiu also wonders if that human cub still remembers the joke about ‘survivor’.

Maybe these are no longer important.

Jiujiu rested his chin on his knees, and vaguely seemed to hear the sound of pear blossoms falling in the snow and the gentle breeze deep in the absolutely quiet depths of the lake.

It was as if the wind and snow outside Shifang City had returned again.

She has never been able to see the prosperous scene where the winter is gone and the stars are ever bright, as her master said.

But it doesn't matter.

[She is willing to stay in her eternal winter days forever and make her own choices.]

[The puppets that have experienced fragmentation and reorganization are not afraid of being decomposed and destroyed.]

Fortunately, she was picked up gently and sincerely by someone on that cruel battlefield only once in her life.

Fortunately, it was only once that I was treated with tenderness for a short period of time, just like the little bit of unfamiliar sugar that melted away as soon as the tip of my tongue touched it, before I was addicted to it.

Therefore, she has enough courage to not covet anything and abandon herself ruthlessly in this no man's land.

Everything is going according to her plan.

She knew very well that it would be fine if things continued to develop like this.

This is her own plan.

She doesn't need anyone to find her.

That kind of expectation was just a lie fabricated by the evil god in order to deceive and shake her heart.

Why hope for something that cannot be achieved...

Scarlet blood began to spread out in large amounts over the lake. Below him was an abyss, and far above his head, heaps of hungry corpses spread out.

It seemed as if a messy sky suddenly fell down from the sinking lake.

A ray of sword light fell from the sky, and thousands of identical dolls were all slaughtered into corpses at some point in the lake, and all the thorns were chopped off.

The sword light broke through the corpses and thorns, and cut through the darkness.

Coming through the darkness.

A palm with five fingers covered with slender branches and flowers penetrated the heavy and cold lake water and touched the translucent thread floating in the deep water.

It's just that I don't know when, maybe it was smudged by the endless blood in the lake, and the little flower growing out of that palm was no longer just black.

Instead, it presents a warm and fresh shape, a rose-red color, and a natural grace. In this cold, death-filled world full of killing, it reveals a freshness and tenderness that is incompatible.

The palm with warmly colored flowers wrapped around the floating thread in the lake and landed on Jiujiu's shoulder.

A sudden unexpected touch.

Unexpected proximity and physical contact.

Jean Jiujiu suddenly raised her head. She, who had always been calm and unfazed, was so shocked that bubbles bubbled out of her mouth at this moment.

When she looked up, she saw scarlet colors everywhere.

It was the scarlet color covered in blood after fighting all the way from the desire to kill.

Washed by the cold lake water, it dissipated like blood mist. The whites of the eyes were pitch black and the pupils were red, as if they were made of condensed blood. In this half-bright water world, they reflected the murderous and extremely weird world.

of light.

That delicate and handsome pale face is full of intricately intertwined stems and veins like those of an old tree.

Ninety-Nine's heart suddenly tightened and he winced violently.

The corpse demon boy who was assimilated into a monster by this lake of desire actually slaughtered all these thousands of dolls. The speed of the killing and the madness of the killing made it impossible for this desire to absorb the nutrients of the corpse.

Recreate the doll.

Jiujiu didn't think that the guy who was completely inhumane under the control of that crazy murderous desire would let her go.

She resisted the bewitchment of the True Ancestor Evil God and protected her heart that was riddled with holes.

But in the end, it was all in vain.

It was completely reduced to a monster body controlled by the desire of the True Ancestor Evil God, unable to communicate at all. Jiujiu even knew clearly that there was no way she could awaken this monster.

The voice of the True Ancestor Evil God sounded again. Since half of its spiritual body was burned by ninety-nine, its voice did not conceal its madness and anger:

"You seem to have forgotten that besides being able to destroy the fragile and ridiculous gadget buried under your chest, I can use your hands to destroy it. Here... I also have a body that I can use."

What Ninety-Nine is least willing to face is that this moment will eventually come.

She raised her arm to brush away the cold palm on her shoulder that made her tremble. She endured the severe cracking pain in her body, stretched her body, and swung her limbs to escape downstream.

But the next moment, her ankle was suddenly held by that cold and slender hand, and the delicate stamen leaves growing out of her fingers gently brushed against her ankle, and the slightly itchy touch made her shiver.

Then an unparalleled force pulled her over.

The moment his body was suddenly lifted, Jiujiu suddenly realized in a trance that he was in this cold lake hell made of desire.

Someone finds her, and then like an executioner, he will kill her and tear her into pieces along with thousands of others.

Puppet puppets never need redemption.

Therefore, the person who found him meant nothing more to her than a butcher's knife.

Ninety-nine's soft and white back hit Balian's chest hard, and she felt a cold, slender arm wrap around her waist, locking her body tightly like a prison.

die.

Jiujiu kicked and struggled hard in her arms, but to no avail.

I could only watch helplessly as the man behind me slowly raised another pale palm that had been washed clean of blood by the lake water, and then inserted it into her chest at a gentle and suffocating speed.

Blood flowed crazily along his palms.

Bright red flowers bloomed before Ninety-Nine’s eyes.

But the strange thing is that, whether it was due to the flower of desire growing out of that palm, Jiujiu did not feel any severe pain.

On the contrary, it was more like the numbing comfort that the True Ancestor Evil God had brought to her, as well as a subtle sense of comfort.

Until the scarred and bruised heart in her chest, which was entangled with puppet threads, was grasped by that hand and dug out.

Ninety-nine still had a dream-like feeling. The darkness in the whites of her eyes quickly faded away, revealing clear black and white but blank eyes, looking at the bleeding heart held in her hand.

He has completely left her.

She raised her hands in confusion to try to save the heart, but at this moment, the arm that restrained her waist suddenly drove her body upward.

Ninety-nine seemed to have exhausted all his last bit of strength, his arms were slumped and loose, and his slender fingers were helplessly opening and closing in the cold lake water.

When his consciousness was in chaos, something warm seemed to be filling the hole under Ninety-Nine's fuzzy and empty chest, filling it up until it was extremely full and heavy.

It was as if the body, which had been floating in the air for a moment, suddenly fell into place and finally gained real weight.

This real feeling made Jiujiu suddenly have an electric reaction.

His killing sword that slaughtered thousands of himself...when did it disappear?

If you want to destroy her heart, it is obviously more convenient to use a sword than your hands.
To be continued...