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The slender right hand, unlike a man, pushed away the hair that was stuck to the face with blood scabs, and of course the movement of'Xia Ming' with a cold face all the way would not be gentle.

He wiped Qingzi's face expressionlessly, and wiped off most of the blood that had gradually condensed, making that beautiful face look like a small cat, and then—

He removed the captive's jaw.

"Uh……!"

Qingzi couldn't move her chin, tears flickered in the corners of Qingzi's eyes, who could no longer speak.

It's not that she can't bear the pain, but that the pain is different. Even Qingzi, who originally thought she had no strength, squeezed out a little bit of the last ripple at this time, oh, no, no, it was squeezed out. A little bit of strength at the end is right.

'Xia Ming' ignored the captive's weak struggle, and directly turned Qingzi's face in his own direction and fixed it firmly.

His smile faded and he didn't become scary, but the expressionless look and Sanwu temperament looked like a puppet with no emotions.

Add a strange feeling.

The posture of pulling a person by the wrist is not convenient for the movement. After "Xia Ming" fixed Qingzi's mouth, he kissed him without hesitation.

No, it should be said, I just covered my lips.

Judging from the fact that the opponent's chin was removed in advance, even if it is strong, it is a very shameful one.

There is no iron-blooded tenderness that is unique to the battlefield.

If you have to say it, this is more like the kind of shameless thing that makes people disgusting.

But that doesn't matter, "Xia Ming" doesn't care much about other people's opinions.

And if it is not necessary, he himself is very repulsive of this kind of thing.

It's not the kind of rejection that hates this kind of thing, but the hate that he kisses others.

Well, then I have to do it myself, which is even more annoying.

The kiss with the chin removed will not be enjoyable at all. The only thing that makes Qingzi have different mood swings is that besides her being'strongly kissed' by someone, there is also the feeling of being lost in the body.

It's not vitality, without the body, she doesn't have that kind of thing, nor is she essence (Od). For Xia Ming, the essence (Od) in her body is no different from poison.

What the **** is it?

Qingzi, whose consciousness became increasingly blurred, could not find the answer...

"..."

flutter…

The sound of soft flesh falling to the ground sounded, and the scattered dust gradually fell to the ground beside ‘Xia Ming’ who was sitting on the ground.

He frowned and wiped his mouth, glanced blankly at the crystal on his hand, and then casually wiped it on his trousers.

The saliva sticks to the hands, uncomfortable...

"I say--"

The emerald blue eyes were gradually replaced by the crystal clear ruby ​​red eyes, and the original serious and dull tone changed back to the original cheerful and agile.

It's just obvious that Xia Ming's tone now seems a little helpless.

"There is no need to do this kind of thing, right?"

"..."

"I don't need that kind of stuff, it's enough to have you there."

"..."

"No, nothing... well, I am softened, but the two sisters are not so easy enemies to solve in the first place, and since this is a restraining hand, it is necessary to keep more things to guard against. , Can also inquire more information by the way."

"..."

"Yes, of course they do. Although they know a little bit less, I can guess a little bit... Uhhhhhh, to say the biggest gain this time..."

Xia Ming whispered to himself stood up. He patted the dust on his pants, pulled out the scythe that was stuck on the ground, and put the weight on his shoulders.

Immediately afterwards, the ruby-like eyes were once again replaced by cyan emeralds.

[She] looked around the white surroundings, looking for the other two enemies who had fled into the fog.

"It's just a pathfinder...?"

Recalling the information she had just received, [she] frowned and shook her head.

"Let's solve these two first..."

Immediately, the silver-haired figure with the death sickle on his shoulders gradually disappeared into the white mist forest like a fairyland.

…………

"call……"

Sitting on the ground with his back leaning against a thick tree, the orange tremblingly took the cigarette from his mouth, curled up his red lips and spit out a smoke ring.

Seeing that little smoke ring gradually melted into the pale fog, the magician seemed to have seen his irreversible fate, and a helpless self-deprecating shook the corner of his mouth.

"It's really a bit surprised that I can survive till now..."

She raised her head and hit the tree trunk behind her with the back of her head. She didn't even glance at the silver-haired Grim Reaper standing in front of her.

"Three people, you are the last one."

The cold voice passed the fate of the two companions of Orange. She laughed again like a self-deprecating smile, but then asked with interest: "How did Qingzi die? Can I die better than her?"

The ‘upright’ ‘Xia Ming’ was dumbfounded and nodded blankly.

"Um."

"Ha ha……"

Just about to give a thumbs up to the person who gave him luck, the orange who lowered his head found that his field of vision was occupied by a cute face from the bottom up.

"..."

What is this going to do?

This question just came to mind after a crash, and Orange's consciousness began to fade away.

The only clearer feeling is soft, sweet, something like milk pudding...