Obviously, it actually belongs to the relatively cool temperature on this battlefield in midsummer, but it gives Ying Manji the feeling of falling into the bottomless abyss and the extreme north ten thousand years of profound ice!

Ying Manji didn't see her face, she became extremely pale in an instant, her eyes and pupils dilated, she was almost apathetic, and she almost passed out into a coma!

This despair is too direct!Too realistic!too terrifying!

It is already embarrassed on all sides, no, the sword is already on the neck, cutting off the blood!Just put a little harder, just draw a little bit!Then...dead!Even the trachea has been cut, and death is only a matter of time!

This kind of despair allowed Ying Manji to instantly recover from the painful state of breathlessness and plunge into suffocating despair again!

how to say?During this period of time, Yingmanji is out of air more and less intake.

Desperate...

Then... what about despair?Scream?Roar?Cry?Laugh?...

Then wait for death?!

This is not the style of Ying Manji.

Yes...the last step...

No one...no one...can help him!...

There is no need for others to push him, because he is already in the midair of the abyss...

Soon... there is no bones left!...

No breathing, endurance has reached the limit, you know, now is not a competition to hold your breath, but a sense of suffocation after strenuous activity and mental activity!

Breathing crazily also freed Ying Manji's brain from the blankness (darkness [endless despair]).

Thousands of thoughts that I can't even think about have passed through, as if the computer was broken...

Among the countless thoughts that arose out of extreme fear and despair, Ying Manji’s body didn’t know why, she didn’t have the thought of waiting for the brain at all. No, she was not controlled by the brain at all, as if she could move. As if he had wisdom.

Moved!It's moving!

Get up, lean forward abruptly, immediately stretch out the good leg, step on the ground, and forcefully shift the upper body...

Dragging the legs that have lost control hard, step by step, wanting to leave this place.

While moving, Ying Manji's eyes slowly swelled, and at the same time, large tears flowed from his eye sockets, but he did not make a sound...

It is strange that the motorcycle man, who is four or five times higher than Yingmanji, walked slowly step by step. The walking speed can be said to be extremely slow, like walking...no, slower than walking!

Nothing can be seen on the face of the machine!

(Sakura Manji) Step by step...

Every step is extremely painful.

But Ying Manji is actually desperate, this is almost the last struggle!

Desperate, he just couldn't sit there and wait for death!

Is to stand up and wait for death...

There is almost no difference.

In this state, Ying Manji feels, time... how do you say?It seemed that I had split into two people, feeling fast and terrible, and slow and terrible.

In this state, all subtle fluctuations are magnified.

The air passing through when walking rubs against the body.

Hair, appearing in front of my eyes from time to time.

The hand slides through the air.

(Cough cough cough, no water...)

The huge iron foot fell to the ground with a sound, the sound of the metal material touching the ground, the roar of an unintelligent and unconscious monster, the sound of a monster with a certain amount of wisdom and excitement while running towards its own monster ...