Defect another world

Chapter 311
Xiao Luo hugged Qingmang, and sat down on the ground, beside Qi Mei who was already a little silly from fright.

Little Slump was lost and didn't know what to do.

Qi Mei lowered her head and glanced carefully.

"Is this the goddess Qingmang?"

She muttered something under her breath.Xiao Luo didn't pay attention to her, but she said quietly:

"It's a pity she's going to die soon."

"die?"

Xiao Luo suddenly woke up.Because Master He Ma said to him: "Don't let her die!"

The master's order and the real crisis forced her to wake up.

"How to do how to do?"

She's not a doctor, she's just a doctor's assistant.

"Her life is super strong, but it's passing fast.

"no solution anymore."

Qi Mei rested her head on the rock in a dejected manner, bowed her body, and looked at the terrifying war of gods in the sky timidly.

The reflection of the fire light kept flickering in her eyes.

"No one can withstand the death curse of God of Death, even God.

"This is the most lethal curse in this world."

"What to do, since you know so much, think of a way!"

"But she did."

Jimmy muttered softly.

"What did she do?"

"She took Homer's heart when she died."

Qi Mei murmured and continued to speak in a low voice, as if telling a romantic fairy tale.

"She died for Homer. She is also the only god willing to bear the death curse for mortals.

"No matter how many times He Ma reincarnates in the future, he will only have this woman in his heart."

"Bullshit!"

To Xiaoluo, these words meant which pot was not opened and which pot was lifted, it was no different from pricking her forehead with a needle, it irritated her extremely severely.

"who said it!

"Who said she was the only one!
"Homa is mine.

"She is at best an ex-wife!
"Why did she come to die instead?"

Xiao Luo's eyes fell on the sickle that passed through Qingmang's chest.

With just one finger, Qingmang transferred the sickle from Meng Fei to himself.

She doesn't have this ability, but she can pull it out.

Pull out this sickle, if someone has to die for you, let me do it for you!

She reached out and grabbed the scythe, the sharp edge cutting her palm, but she didn't feel it.

Qi Mei glanced at her, shrank her body back, lowered her head and said:

"You are different from her. She is the god with the strongest vitality, and may be able to support it for a while.

"You are only mortal. If you forcibly transfer the death curse onto yourself, you will die instantly.

"I won't even have the chance to say goodbye to him."

Xiao Luo ignored it, concentrated on holding the blade of the sickle, and began to pull it out.

The sickle is very tightly inserted, it is like the mouthparts of a mosquito, it craves the vitality of the green glow like it craves for blood, and it is not willing to be pulled out easily.

But it is only the embodiment of the death curse.Whether it can be pulled out has nothing to do with any physical factors, it just depends on the contest of will of both parties.

When Meng Fei pulled out the sickle for himself, because he was the one who would die if he couldn't pull it out, it was the same as stepping on himself to climb up, and he couldn't pull it out no matter what.

When Qingmang was attacked, if he wanted to pull the sickle from Qingmang's body, he had to have a stronger will to die than Qingmang.

As a mortal, his willpower has never been comparable to that of a god.And he sometimes resets the Time Spiral as a hole card, and he doesn't want to die at all, so in this tug-of-war, he can't pull Qingmang.

But Xiaoluo is different.

Her consciousness was already unusually strong, but Qingmang had been severely injured and was on the verge of death, her consciousness became weak, and the balance of victory and defeat began to flip.

"Even if you can win that person's heart, what's the use if you die yourself?"

Qi Mei asked as she continued to step back.

"I don't need to use it."

For a short while, Xiao Luo suddenly figured out a lot of things, and she was no longer so excited.

"Without Master He Ma's words, I would have died seven years ago.

"I had the best seven years with him.

"I'm quite satisfied."

"Excuse me."

Seeing that she was pulling vigorously, Qi Mei said while stepping back.

"When you pull that thing out, it spews dead air. Just a little bit of it sticks to it and I'm dead. So I just have to stay away."

She is already an undead.If it is contaminated with the death spirit of the god of death again, it will be devoured like those sacrifices.

"It's okay, just stay away."

Xiao Luo said indifferently.

After walking ten steps away, Qi Mei continued to remind her:

"The instant death curse drawn out will be transferred to you.

"It is impossible to be reincarnated if you are directly hit by the death curse of the god of death. You will belong to the authority of the god of death and become a part of the death curse.

"He will also forget you, just like there has never been you in this world. You will never meet again."

Xiao Luo muttered to himself:
"Seven years ago, we didn't know each other.

"Thank you for the seven years you gave me.

"I'm still alive because I thought I could repay you.

"Since you can't, I'll give you my life back.

"We don't owe each other!"

She violently pulled out the death sickle stuck on Qingmang's body!
……

In the melee sky, a small group of flames condensed into a human form.

Suzaku, dressed in a long flaming dress, appeared in the chaotic night, watching the battle with his arms folded.

She kept putting her thoughts into it. Although her attacks were fierce, they couldn't compare to the right time and place of the master of the Italian realm.

In the night sky, each incarnation of Death turned into a figure wrapped in black robes and holding a scythe.

As for what was inside the black robe, he completely gave up thinking about it.Whatever it is.

So whenever the hoods of these "death gods" are blown in the strong wind, what is exposed inside is nothingness.

Only the scythe is the embodiment of the death curse.The god of death has been unable to issue a complete death curse.

But even a little death in each avatar is enough to kill a mortal instantly.

Countless such gods of death are like locust swarms in the night sky, forming countless tumbling black clouds.

But these didn't have much impact on Suzaku.Her living body is flame, possessing the power of destruction more terrible than death.

Before those "death gods" could get close to her, they were destroyed by the flames and turned into chaotic particles, which were finally released in the form of radiation.

The problem is that these radiations eventually fall into the God of Death's realm, which is part of its energy closed loop and will not be directly lost.

Therefore, even if those incarnations of the god of death are burned out, they will be born again immediately.

And the thoughts she invested were really wasted.So what will be the end result?
Her thoughts were exhausted and she had to withdraw from the God of Death's realm of thought.And death is still at large here.

If she were in reality, it wouldn't be a problem to flatten the mountain of corpses with one palm.

But in that case, He Ma and Qingmang who were trapped in this mental world would also be destroyed by her.

"Hmph, you always give me problems!"

(End of this chapter)