Chapter 1029 (1/2)

In his eyes, this is not a woman, but a corpse. What he is doing now is simply ”touching the corpse”.

Facts have proved that he thinks too much, life is not a game after all, pay also does not necessarily have corresponding harvest. When the world is disordered, the law of the jungle will carry forward all the evil, leaving no soil for any non evil creatures.

Ivy pulled back his hand and looked at his blackened palm, speechless, though he had no intention of saying anything.

The black matter on his hands was corroding him, and it hurt. It's hard for people who don't feel it personally, and it's hard for those who feel it personally to say clearly, which leads to misunderstanding between people.

Fortunately, the pain made him sober, and he just held the sword with his corroded hand.

Only oneself, and the sword in your hand, can bring you a sense of security and even glory.

What kind of irony is this? In this world, you have to wave it and play sword to the end.

The stabbed shoulder blade is still in pain, but there are signs of improvement. In fact, in many cases, the damage caused by the sword is far less than other.

Ivy stepped back, the woman, lying on the dirty ground, now shapeless, eroding so fast, poisonous and foul. At least she has shown her own characteristics, there is no cheating, let the people who cherish their lives away, more than 99% of the world's bad people.

It's a pity that this harvest is a bit of a loss.

After the wound stopped bleeding, he took up his sword and slowly retreated. Even if you are injured, don't waste precious time. Time is the greatest value of life. The burning of life produces time. The collapse of matter produces time. The gift of gods produces time. The will of the universe produces time.

Ivy doesn't know which answer is right, or both. But it doesn't stop him from respecting time.

At the same time, it's about respecting the enemy now. In his perception, red high heels are very close. How she was close to, how to come here, Ivy can not think of, after all, in any world is the same, Wang does not see the king. Such a level of opponents, such a proud enemy, there is no reason for a few people to chat and fart every day. They are so powerful that they should have territorial consciousness.

Behind this, there is an invisible black hand controlling everything.

Ivy struggled, staggered, and went in one direction, but soon he changed direction and backed back to where he was.

Set another trap. It's easy to use. What's more, change direction and mislead the enemy. In particular, when she is trapped in a trap, angry and mad, she is more likely to lose her mind and be led astray by a fork in the road.

Soon Ivey, with a lighter pace, barely lifted his breath and flew away.

After a while, Ivy's expected red high-heeled shoes did not come, and for some reason hindered her way. At this point, she was stuck in a strange place.