When does a person who is controlled by the desire to kill and loses his heart to kill put away his sword?

As soon as this subtle doubt arose in my mind, it quickly grew and sprouted like a tiny seed, growing into a towering tree.

The proud, crazy, and angry voice of the True Ancestor Evil God disappeared the moment Ninety-Nine's heart was dug out and seemed to be filled with something invisible.

Ninety-nine's body limbs were stretched out and limp. Her expression was so dazed that she was almost numb, as if she couldn't understand why Balian didn't dismember and kill her like he did to thousands of 'selves' after taking out her heart.

His intention at the moment seems more like...

To take her away from this dark lake realm.

Ninety-nine stopped falling and diving, and was constantly lifted up and up by Bai Lian's body strength until he escaped from the deep lake bottom covered by darkness. Tiny sparkling lights that could only be seen close to the lake were projected above his head and in front of his eyes.

A faint layer of wind and snow seemed to disappear from the phosphorescence like wreckage on the sea.

She looked for the faint phosphorescence and subconsciously looked up.

The lake surface covered with mysterious and dark thorns overhead seemed to have been cleaned up at some point, turning into a flat lake mirror.

It seems that there is a sky dome hanging upside down in the lake mirror, and the sky clouds flow through it, giving birth to countless stars and day universes. They emit sparkling broken light, as if they spread out thousands of miles from the endless lake surface, and are meandering with falling clouds.

It shows a luxurious but broken and crazy beauty to the boundless darkness in the water, blooming with a moment of splendor.

Until Jiujiu's body was forced to come out with the broken water, the broken light of the stars and the sky no longer seemed like an illusion, following the broken water droplets, the charming brilliance shattered and splashed everywhere.

There are no longer any shadows of thorns wandering around.

After breaking through the lake and reaching the shore, Jiujiu lay on top of a huge sword monument made of ice.

The sword stele was slanted into the lake, with one end submerged deep into the lake, making it impossible to see the bottom.

Jiujiu felt that Balian was standing not far from her side. She turned over weakly and saw that Balian was holding her own heart that he had dug out of her chest.

The heart that had been infused with the bitter poison of desire had strange purple scabs all over its body, and a translucent silk thread was inserted under each scab.

The strands of lines hung down from Balian's hands like silver hair.

After all, it is a simulation, and no matter how realistic it is, it is not a real physical thing.

The heart that was already riddled with holes could be crushed and wrinkled at this moment. After leaving the body, it would no longer have a beating breath and begin to wither and decay.

The heart of a normal person does not change like this.

Jiujiu still believed that the True Ancestor Evil God was controlling Balian's body and was using the most cruel and vicious method to destroy her most important things.

"give me back."

Jiujiu struggled to get up and hugged Balian's body tightly, trying to snatch it back.

However, Balian raised the arm holding the heart high. His body was extremely weak. At this moment, he was naked, and his bare feet were slipping weakly on the ice-made sword monument.

He had no choice but to stretch out one arm, firmly hold her waist, and hug her tighter.

Jiujiu was suddenly startled. She looked at Balian's eyes, the color of which had receded, and returned to the clear and clear eyes of the past.

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This guy...

That idea was so unbelievable that Jiujiu didn't even dare to think about it deeply and confirm it.

It was Bailian who had already opened his mouth and said, "You don't need this kind of thing."

"Give it back to me!" Jiujiu's eyes were cold and full of desperate hostility, as if he could only say these three words.

"It has been seriously contaminated, and it can no longer be used."

Bailian's attitude was very firm. Even though the strong emotions bursting out of Jiujiu's eyes at this moment were as if he wanted to kill people, his arms raised high did not waver and dropped down.

I saw his palms suddenly closed, and under Ninety-nine's desperate and collapsed eyes, he kneaded the heart to pieces as if it were mud.

Bright red and purple minced meat fell along his fingers.

The only thing she had lost before was ninety-nine, regardless of her physical weakness. But according to her temperament, even if she lost her composure, she was not hysterical with hatred, but there was a lonely flush in her eyes. She held on.

Standing on tiptoes, he opened his pale lips and bit down on Balian's chin.

She raised her head, her dark eyes reflecting the withered heart. She had never seen the birth process of this heart, but she had witnessed with her own eyes how it turned into ashes.

Balian hissed in pain, and the arm he raised finally fell, landing on Jiujiu's shoulder, pushing her down.

Jiujiu didn't resist at all, her body fell down softly and instantly, so docile and well-behaved that it was not like her at all.

But her soft and white body covered the ice sword monument, and her body temperature was actually colder than the black ice for a moment.

Balian frowned and looked down at Jiujiu's pair of pitch-black eyes that could not let out any light.

He couldn't help but purse his lips and didn't say a word.

He put his hands together like a knife, dug out his heart sharply, and cut it in half.

The bloody scene did not touch Ninety-Nine in the slightest. She remained motionless, like a doll that had lost its soul.

It wasn't until Balian put the half of his heart steadily into her heart that the ninety-nine eyes trembled heavily.

Immediately afterwards, she heard Bailian's warm voice:

"Although it's only half of it, this heart is at least real."
Chapter completed!