Chapter 60 The Hero Arrives
The purple-red sword pierced into Xing's body, but Xing calmed down instead.

She closed her eyes and recalled the few experiences I had, the last time she saw Kafka.

"listen to me……"

That warm and loving tone made Xing still feel a warm current of love flowing in his heart.

Just like a mother packing a schoolbag for her child who is about to go on a long journey, she told herself everything she would need for the journey, and she told herself in a gentle tone not to be afraid or confused.

The woman in front of him had a gentle tone as well, but her gentleness was just bait to lure the prey into a trap. Her gentle appearance concealed a cold and ruthless core.

This was the exact opposite of the Kafka she remembered, so Xing could make the conclusion based on just these few sentences.

"The woman in front of me is definitely not her."

The purple-red sword stirred Xing's internal organs, but Xing did not feel any pain. Please ask:

"How can a knife that doesn't exist hurt anyone?"

In her impression, Kafka had never had a knife like this. Although she didn't know whose memory this was, now that Xing understood this, the counterfeit in front of her would never be able to hurt her at all!
Xing used all his strength to raise the baseball bat in his hand above his head. A destructive force gathered in the bat and smashed it hard on the ground.

Not only the ground was shattered, but also the woman in front of him, everything around him, and the fake starry sky, all disappeared before Xing's eyes.

"Crack!"

The sound of breaking glass echoed on the floor, and Sanyueqi's hand trembled, and the coffee that Jizi handed to him spilled on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Himeko, I didn't mean it!"

San Yueqi was a little flustered. For some reason, after coming back this time, the train in front of her felt unfamiliar. She clearly knew which corner would make her sit most comfortably and what posture would be most comfortable for drinking a beverage, but for some reason, the familiar scene in front of her gave her a sense of strangeness.

"It's okay, Xiao Sanyue, I'll clean it up." Ji Zi in front of him still had a familiar smile on her face, but Sanyueqi couldn't smile. Since just now, everything was wrong.

"Normally at this time, someone should come out and scold me severely."

In a trance, San Yue Qi looked at his waist, where something he was most familiar with was hanging.

camera.

San Yueqi hurriedly looked at the photos in his camera, but no matter how hard he looked, there was only a blank space on the film.

A feeling of panic from the bottom of her heart surged into Sanyueqi's heart, and when she looked up at Ji Zi, even greater panic appeared before her.

The figure of the train conductor Pam appeared in front of March 7. Pam's body was stiff and lifeless, like a dead and broken doll.

"Passenger March 7, since you have damaged public property on the train, I have decided to expel you from the train."

The cold tone gave March 7 the final order to leave.

"No, I don't want to. I can't go anywhere except the train!" March 7 screamed and backed away, sitting down on the ground.

The deepest fear in her heart was dug out. March 7 is a girl who lost her memory. She woke up on a train, and everything she woke up with was her original memory. She forgot everything, and except the train, she had no other hometown.

Xinghe put the most horrifying things in front of March Seven: losing her memory and being kicked out of the train. It seemed as if there was nothing left for the girl March Seven.

In a state of nervousness, Sanyueqi knocked over another cup of Ji Zi's coffee. The coffee liquid drew a parabola in the air and spilled onto Sanyueqi's face, and some of it even slid into Sanyueqi's mouth.

Looking at the silent girl in front of her, Pam's shape grew bigger and bigger, from a cute penguin to a huge demon, pouncing on March 7 with fangs and claws. Just when the hand was about to touch March 7, a bone-chilling chill froze everything, and it could not move forward any further.

"Ji Zi's coffee has never been so sweet..." A deep voice came from San Yueqi's drooping hair. She was always lively and lovely, but at this moment her voice was colder than the deepest and darkest winter in Yongdong Ridge.

"Stop playing with my family!"

Hexagonal cones of ice appeared next to March Seventh. In the blink of an eye, everything in front of him was frozen, and there was no movement forever.

The battlefield has always been restless, but at this moment, there are only two people left on the battlefield.

Dan Heng stood on one side, surrounded by the fallen bodies and weapons of countless soldiers. He did not dare to act rashly because there was a person standing opposite him.

Blood-red eyes, and blood-red "blade".

Dan Heng did not fail to resist. He could not lose, but he did not win either.

"There are five people and three costs. You are one of them."

When the blood-red sword was pointed at him, Dan Heng could not move. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

Everything happened just as he remembered. "Blade" slowly crossed the sea of ​​blood and corpses, walking towards Dan Heng step by step.

Dan Heng closed his eyes numbly. Since everything was determined by fate, why should he resist it?
The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air appeared in Dan Heng's ears. It was a sound he had heard countless times. In another second, no, half a second, this blood-red blade would pierce through his chest, ushering in the next round of reincarnation.

"Ding!"

The ear-piercing sound of swords clashing made Dan Heng open his eyes, and the blood-red "blade" in front of him was as surprised as he was, surprised by another person, and another sword...

A huge sword burning with flames.

"No, no, no!"

Deep in the consciousness space of the star core, he was sitting on the throne of the void. In front of him was a large screen in the illusion of several people, showing their circumstances and resistance.

"I clearly understand the dirty tricks of humans, how could they see through it so easily!"

Angry voices and resentful fists hitting the armrests of the chairs, and right above the screens of several people, a figure of a person was displayed on an extremely huge screen.

"Yao Luo."

Just like a mummy lying in a coffin, Yao Luo lay quietly in the void, without any reaction, as if he was really dead. He had short black hair and a black top, and his body became more and more ethereal, as if it had merged into one with the space.

Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Yao Luo's condition remained stable, these people were just struggling to death in his hands. He could create thousands of similar illusions with a wave of his hand.

Just as Xing He was thinking about how to torture a few people, a familiar voice that made his hair stand on end appeared behind him.

"Clown, what are you doing again?"

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