That piece of silver-blue hair fell to the ground
Everything is settled
Those overwhelming knives quietly dispersed as if they had never happened, and the knife slowly left that beautiful face. It should be a beautiful ending for a beautiful woman to kill a beautiful woman in the next month.
It’s a pity that it was finally heavily leaned on the ground by Lao Du and collided with the frost that had not been completely broken, and sounded like a night wind chime in the whole hall.
Old Dooley knelt on the ground, kneeling in front of that peerless head, kneeling in front of that statue of the throne hundreds of years ago.
Like a monarch who is afraid of frost.
What a regrettable ending.
Lao Du seems to have a sigh or not.
Chen Senran couldn’t hear his own body clearly enough, but the frost that had invaded his body had not been expelled by the body flame. He took a heavy breath and reluctantly got up from the ground and looked at the throne.
The fire had dissipated as he fell to the ground, and he couldn’t see clearly the peerless face that had been exposed to the air. He didn’t know if she was still smiling so aloof or even more disdainful.
He turned to look at little Anne again, and the little girl was less than two yards away from him. She didn’t look at herself, but she was still looking at the high throne.
It’s not over yet.
Chen Senran doesn’t know if he will end everything and let himself see the girl smile at himself if he climbs up and gives the woman another knife.
He doesn’t know if he will die in a moment.
He knew that he still had strength and that he still had some chances.
So he won’t and can’t just give up on him, get up and walk along that throne step by step.
No one stopped him, no accidents and twists and turns.
He walked for three breaths and came to Lao Du’s side. The flames at his fingertips lit up again, illuminating the queen’s face exposed to air and his own face.
The queen still sat so dignified, her head was firmly in her hands, and she just smiled and looked at what had just happened. It was as quiet as a god looking at the mortal’s ability to struggle for fate.
Are you laughing?
Chen Senran tugged at his mouth with some force, and the flame in his hand grew bigger and bigger. A flame condensed into a sword and reappeared in his palm. The flowing flame made his body have some warmth.
The warmth may also have affected Lao Du. He finally looked up in the firelight. Chen Senran saw that his face was pale and old. There were no wrinkles on his face, and his temples were thicker. Perhaps the knife just now absorbed too much vitality from him. He seemed to be a few years older in a flash.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to talk, but one mouthful was blood. He couldn’t help it any longer. He coughed violently with a knife for a while before saying "I’m sorry"
He can apologize and must apologize, because he still didn’t do it, just like in the middle of the night many years ago.
Chen Senran shook his head. He knew that Lao Du had done his best. He didn’t speak again. He stabbed the flame sword in his hand to that defenceless face.
The flames are raging
The face in the raging flame raised her lips again and said, "I’m back."
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When that fourth word came out of Barry’s mouth.
The biting cold invaded the whole hall, and before Chen Senran finished his reaction, he crawled all over his body, and then he was immersed in it and frozen his whole body at that moment.
It’s not as cold as the howling snowstorm. It’s powerful and can stop all the grandeur, just like light.
The light rushed to the hall, the zenith rushed out of the door and rushed to the edge star.
Light covers everything, light freezes the flame, and maybe freeze everything when it freezes.
The flame sword in Chen Senran’s hand stayed at the last spark forever, and the strongest flame was about to lick the queen’s skin, but it was finally wrapped in frost, so it was hard to get in.
The turbulent and unrestrained final shape is like the roaring of the flame.
Chen Senran can watch that ability of a head close at hand again.
This time, fortunately, his soul has not been frozen.
But it seems that few opportunities have been completely lost.
Because just after that head shut up, after the whole hall was once again ruled by the cold, the deep ice that was originally covered in that body suddenly quietly like fallen leaves in late autumn, and those hands that were holding the head motionless suddenly moved.
Followed by the second, and then the hands directly put the head on the short neck.
A dark blue light flowed out of that skull and wound around the neck, connecting the skull with the body like several threads.
The breath rang like a few poisonous snakes crawling across the grass at the same time, which was particularly frightening in this strange hall on such a cold night.
The stereo has been on for five minutes.
After five minutes, the frost queen has completely recovered herself, and it is like just taking a nap for a little while, so she stretched a little and sighed contentedly.
With her sigh, the cold in the whole hall became heavier by three points. The ice was crushed into powder by Lao Du’s knife and quickly reorganized and collided with other ice constantly.
Suddenly, the whole hall was filled with several ice impacts, which were swift and cheerful, just like several ice impacts shouting to celebrate the return of their king.
The frost queen took back her graceful figure and sat on her throne again. Perhaps these hundreds of years of loneliness really consumed her too much energy. She propped up the throne handle made of ice with one hand rather lazily.
She looked at Chen Senran inch by inch, from the flame sword to Chen Senran’s arm, face, body and waist, and finally returned to his eyes.
She looked at Chen Senran’s eyes.
Chen Senran also looked at her.
She is still smiling, but her eyes are not smiling. Even those lonely heights have disappeared. The silence in her eyes is like those cold and lonely, which makes people afraid to look at her.
Chen Senran didn’t back down. Of course, he couldn’t back down. His whole eyes were frozen. He had nowhere to go. He looked at those eyes with silence and some fierce eyes.
The frost queen didn’t care about Chen Senran’s fierce rushing out of her eyes. She moved her eyes to the other side and looked at Lao Du.
Lao Du is completely frozen by the cold at the moment. It’s really sad to think that this old guy almost gave up his life tonight, but he still didn’t do anything in the end. He will die now.
The frost queen didn’t look at Lao Du as carefully as she did at Chen Senran. She just glanced at others casually and seemed to be looking at his knife more.
"It’s a good knife," said the frost queen, pursed her lips. "If you had been on my throne, you would have beheaded Emperor Demacia."