this infinite world

Chapter 380 Forgive me, brother, this is the last time
witch?
Someone who can communicate with gods and ghosts?An agent who conveys the will of the gods?
This is an unfamiliar vocabulary, and it is also a vocabulary that Zhao Zhukong has never heard.But the silent tacit understanding of growing up with Zhao Yingkong since he was a child made him understand that his little sister seemed to have found some truth, the origin of their genes.

The third-level gene lock that had not been used for a long time was spinning in his mind. Facing the unprecedented closeness to the truth, Zhao Zukong's brain began to think crazily. Rational thinking regained the high ground, so much so that even the scarlet in his eyes A little bit of it has faded away, and the precarious black pupils have begun to revive again...

"Witches are the makers of this main god space, that is, those saints and practitioners have used genetic modification methods to create a biological weapon based on the fourth-order gene lock opener."

The girl's voice approached from far away, like a rainbow in the sky, far away but within reach: "Witches have great power, whether it is space and time, or matter and energy, they are all within the scope of their abilities .But while exerting great power and energy, the witch will slowly sink until his spirit is completely swallowed up by the soaring power..."

Genetic modification, physical body dominating the mind, irreversible falling into inner demons, biological weapons...all of these can match the various characteristics of the "empty" plan.

At this moment, Zhao Zhukong's expression froze.Because a long-lost emotion rose up deep in his heart, this emotion suppressed the boiling killing intent in his heart, making half of this face distorted like a ghost, and the other half like a young man who had seen the dawn of hope. Asked in a tone: "Little sister... where did you hear these things?"

"I learned it from a very, very powerful sister."

There was a wry smile in Zhao Yingkong's voice, a sense of relief, and a sense of relief after a long search for the truth: "The reason why we can still persist for a while at the fourth level is because the product of the empty plan is just' The half of witches. The group of elders created us by cultivating 'shamans', but they dare not provide us with further energy... so that we had a strong body at the beginning, but because of lack of energy, we can't play. The strength shown is not at the level of Tier [-] at all."

"Although you don't know the reason, brother, you subconsciously reject all blood exchange, because the replenishment of energy means that your spirit will be swallowed by power faster. The self-proclaimed beautiful fruit, but even as a The consumables are broken... that's ridiculous, isn't it, bro?"

"If this is a lie, it is too true and too logically self-consistent..."

Zhao Zukong's body was shaking even more violently. He seemed to want to raise his right hand holding the dagger, but the young man's left hand was tightly held on the wrist of his right hand at this moment. The corner of his mouth twitched, His face looked like crying and smiling: "Then, little sister, we, no, you..."

—Is there any help?
These were words that Zhao Zhukong didn't dare to ask, because he already knew that he was hopeless.

The young man's soul is irreparable, and even the Lord God cannot save his fallen body and mind. He has gone too far and too far on the road to becoming a demon, and has long been unable to look back... And the only few minutes he can wake up in a day , is his last ray of hope.

Today, the long-lost reunion between siblings has already surprised Zhao Zhukong too much.He was afraid that after he asked, he would get an expected answer, and his bubble-like dreams would be shattered in an instant, and he was also afraid that he would not be able to control his body...

"Yes."

Without the need for Zhao Zhukong to express his words, Zhao Yingkong answered his question one step ahead: "Although most witches become a walking disaster when they are dominated by instinct, there are also some witches who, through Researching the so-called self-cultivation technology, embarked on the path called 'Heritage', so as to avoid being swallowed by the gene of crazy rampage, and gain the power to break one's own destiny..."

The gentle body was close to him, and the love-provoking voice was close at hand.

"That's it, little sister, you have really grown up..."

After hearing the answer that he didn't even dare to expect in his dreams, Zhao Zhukong's smile changed, becoming gentle and strange: "It seems that you don't need me, a good-for-nothing brother at all...you are alone Can do well too."

The biggest doubt has been answered.

The deepest obsession has also been answered.

Then half of Zhao Ruikong died when he killed Zhao Ruikong with his own hands, and Zhao Zhukong, who died the other half after killing his ten brothers and sisters again, has no reason to live.

"Little sister, my spirit is very similar to yours... If one day I become no longer like myself, I really hope that someone can kill me so easily and simply like me now, although at that time my Thoughts may have changed, but these are indeed my most sincere thoughts right now..."

Holding his right hand tightly with his left hand, even though he heard the unwilling roar of the will in his body, wanting to tear everything into pieces, Zhao Zhukong still said with a smile on his face: "Come on, Kill me, my little apple, and live with me."

"Although I'm just a copy created by the main god, I'm very happy to meet you first..."

Zhao Zhukong didn't finish his words, because the girl who walked in front of him suddenly showed a sly smile.That was Zhao Zhukong's all-too-familiar expression, and it was the cute expression she would show when she succeeded in teasing her when she was still on that small island.

With girlish lips, she blocked what Zhao Zhukong wanted to say.

Zhao Zhukong felt his heart skip a beat, and his heart did miss a beat.

The body is faster than the consciousness. When Zhao Zhukong realized what happened to him, as a rune that had been engraved long ago lit up at the base of the girl's tongue, the light of his heart was already flowing along the place where the two touched. into the body of his sister.

And the girl's palm covered with black lines and his own right hand under the deliberate guidance of his sister penetrated each other's chests at the same time.

"cough……"

When the lips parted, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Zhao Yingkong's mouth: "Although I expected it, it still hurts, brother."

"...Why did you do this?"

Zhao Zukong's eyes were no longer bloodshot, nor was he that cruel smile. He looked at his sister with an expression of regret and disbelief: "Yingkong, you can obviously survive, why..."

"Brother, do you think that I will let you go alone?"

Zhao Yingkong's other hand lightly touched Zhao Zhukong's face, and she smiled and said, "I don't care about replicas or not, I only know that you in front of me are the real you."

"Forgive me, brother, this is the last time."

Facing his sister's words, Zhao Zukong was speechless.He just let go of the dagger with a doting smile and hugged Zhao Yingkong tightly, who was teasing him.

Like so many times in the past.

(End of this chapter)