Illimitable Until Death

“…”

A little light shines through the heart of Red World Baby like a precision instrument, lighting slightly all around.

In the room, the square sat at the table, staring at the zero hour mini in front of him, a pair of eyes inevitably turned into ice blue magic eyes.

“Beep...! ”

In the feeling of electric shock, cracked dead lines appear in front of the eyes in the square.

There is also a dead line on the surface of the Zero Hour fan.

No, it's not just the surface.

Inside the zero hour mini, there is also a cracked dead line emerging.

Looking at these dead lines, the ice blue eyes slightly squeezed.

In the eyes of the square, these dead lines are either swimming or pulsating, some like strength, some like heartbeat, intricate, not at all like a general prop that should have the structure.

“Although it has been known before that this treasure is filled with all sorts of things, rather than a power cooker, it is more of a chore, but with these eyes, the feeling is even more obvious. ”

There are undoubtedly some things in the Zero Hour Mini that are not simple.

At least, the Zero Hour Mini, as Red World's Secret Baby, does not have that power in itself.

There was no such thing as resistance to Shiro Skygrass's attack, even giving the saint's presence to the power to swallow.

The total amount of force that can interfere with the time factor and restore presence at zero.

This is the only effect of Zero Hour Mini.

Beyond that, the power shown is definitely not the power of the Zero Hour Mini itself.

“Fortunately, I no longer wear this thing. ”

Although there was no fear in the past, Zero Time Mini was worn as an ornament, in conjunction with ion sparks, to restore star power, but how can it be said that even the scene where Jing was swallowed by the presence of Shiro Sky Grass, even the square would no longer want to use it.

Maybe we'll end up like Jeong Tiangrass Shiro.

Now the Zero Hour Mini is a hidden bomb.

Nobody knows when it's going to burst into distress.

“Well, why don't we just do it one by one? ”

A pair of demon eyes stared at the red world treasure in front of them, holding a dagger like a broken moon in his hand, allowing him to rotate flexibly in his hand.

There is at least some understanding of what is inside the Zero Hour Mini, and more or less of what is left of the memories.

But it is precisely because of this understanding that we hesitate.

Because some of the things in the Zero Hour Mini, some of them can be killed, some of them have no reason to do so.

If you don't recall some of the original information, after witnessing the mutation of the Zero Hour Mini, even if you don't destroy the Zero Hour Mini, the square will kill what's inside.

But now, there's some hesitation.

“Anyway, the Zero Hour Mini is so big, so many things come together so complicated, even I can't guarantee that it will kill wrong...”

If you kill wrong, you'll have fun.

“It doesn't matter to me whether this thing is dead or alive...”

However, there seems to be some difficulty in saying just how to kill it.

If Sylvia was here, she would have said so.

“Let's think of something else. ”

I will definitely say this when I know what happened.

“Who made my lover a grumpy girl...”

He shook his head with a smile, and then his hand shook and the blade disappeared into his hand.

Obviously, the square is not going to do anything about what's inside the Zero Hour Mini.

This does not mean, of course, that the party intends to continue to carry the bomb with it, regardless.

“It's time to go back...”

Looking back at the dangers and enemies that had been encountered in that world, the corners of the sides of the mouth lifted slightly.

“Some accounts, it is also time to calculate...”

To think of it, the square's mind flashed again.

A petite but unusual presence, strong and unwilling to lose, while also revealing to herself the shadow of an overexcited teenager when she separates from each other.

The flames of the Red Lotus burn around its body.

The fierce fire powder echoes between its eruptions.

The sharp knife flashed with an arc.

The fiery scorching eyes seemed to flutter with constant strong will and unwavering conviction.

“I don't know what happened to that girl...”

Mumble in the square.

This murmur was heard by the second person present.

“Who are you thinking about? ”

The familiar voice accompanied the laughter into the ear of the cube, which instantly returned to God.

Until then, they didn't find out.

Across from me, I don't know when I'm sitting on someone.

“Sylvie?” There was a glimpse of it: "When did you get here? ”

“Just now.” Sylvia crooked her head and said softly, “Because you seem to be thinking about something important, I'm not bothering you. ”

So Sylvia hid the breath?

“Thinking about Shiro Amakusa?” Sylvia knocked on the zero-time mini floating on the table in front of him and said, "Is this the thing that devoured him? ”

“Hmm.” Nodded the nod, and there was no need to hide anything from Sylvia, directly saying: “It seems I had overly overlooked what was in the Zero Hour Mini until now, when it didn't come out to do anything. ”

“What are you going to do?” Sylvia looks into the square and asks, "Want to go back to the world before? ”

“with this intention.” There was a stall, "he replied," if you have no problem with it. ”

“I'm fine.” Sylvia replied, but the expression on her face gradually became more profound. "Just tell me what happened to the" girl "you just mentioned. ”

The expression in the square suddenly became slightly stiff.

And this is what Sylvia's eyebrows are all about.

“Looks like you met a lot of good girls when I didn't know.” Sylvia smiled and said, "Aren't you going to talk to me? Fang? ”

What emotions are hidden in Sylvia's laughing, non-laughing face because of her long defiance?

This makes it feel like a heartbreak in those who have not done anything wrong.

And this performance made Sylvia's smile disappear, and her cheeks drummed up, staring straight into the square, seemingly intending to find out.

“How many things have you done that I don't know? ”

Sylvia's rare and overt expression of dissatisfaction.

“I'd love to hear it. ”

In that way, the cheeks were scratched.

“Is that it?” There's something funny about it. “Are you jealous? ”

“No,” Sylvia said in a resilient manner, "I'm not jealous because of this. ”

“Really?” she said, staring directly at Sylvia. "But you don't seem to be in a good mood, let me comfort you. ”

When you say that, you reach out.

“Ah...”

In shock, Sylvia was dragged into her arms.