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Chapter 682 The Round Table and the Twelve Knights (95)

Gradually, Si Jiu's eyes calmed down.

She didn't say a word, watching all this 'calmly'.

He calmly watched his eldest brother being thrown into the floor by an iron puppet with a height of nearly three meters, and he couldn't get up after a while.

Calmly looking at the second brother who was struggling to deal with the two iron puppets in front of him, he was pierced through the shoulder by the sinister 'shadow' behind him.

Calmly watching Qi Yan's arms and legs being twisted by the other party just before he smashed an iron puppet twice his size.

……

There was killing everywhere, and there was blood everywhere.

Si Jiu was so calm that he became numb, and then his heart was seized by the despair brought about by this bloody killing.

'Why do you want to live? '

'It's good that you're dead. '

"If you died earlier, wouldn't you have hurt so many innocent people..."

'Hee hee hee, why aren't you dead yet? '

"Shut up...shut up..." She staggered back, trying to escape from the cruel scenes in the mirror, but mirrors were everywhere, even if she closed her eyes, she could still hear voices, and there was nowhere to escape.

There was a 'ding'.

Amidst the whispers of the devil, there was a very abrupt voice, which immediately attracted the wine manager's attention.

She supported the chair with one hand to help herself stand still, panting thinly, and turned her head to look.

Then he saw a gleaming silver table knife falling on the ground not more than two steps away from him.

That table knife was different from all the table knives Si Jiu had seen, the blade was sharp, and the blade was very sharp at first glance, as if it had been cut specially for her.

She stared at the knife, her mind seemed to be rusted.

There is no way to think for yourself, let alone not to think.

Because there are ten thousand voices in her head, and finally converged into the same voice, urging her and bewitching her.

Finally, her toes moved forward a little.

Soon, her movements changed from sluggishness to swiftness. Her pale fingertips touched the cold and hard silverware. She pinched the handle of the table knife and picked it up. A few seconds later, she sat in the mirror On the only high-backed chair in the room.

Because the knife is too fast.

So at the moment when the wrist was cut open for the first time, I didn't seem to feel much pain.

Blood gushed out quickly, and the pain was not felt until then.

The bright red liquid dripped onto her pure white skirt. At first, it was only drop by drop, like red plums falling on the snow.

"It's so beautiful." Si Jiu chuckled, and pressed his finger on the knife three more times.

The blood no longer dripped like drops of water, but meandered like a stream.

Small patches of blood spread densely, dyeing the entire skirt red.

Sure enough, I still like red, or red is the most beautiful, festive.

Thinking of this, she felt a little cold, so she shrank her neck, and her consciousness gradually became a little blurred.

Should be wearing a red dress.

she thought so.

Maybe when the pain point reaches a certain level, it will be numb to the point of unconsciousness.

She didn't remember what she had done very clearly, but she was thinking in her mind, the wound would stop bleeding after a certain period of time, right?

If the blood is not enough to die, wouldn't it be a waste of pain?
So she vaguely remembered that she raised her hand again and stabbed several times in various places on her body.

When piercing myself, those annoying voices in my ears seemed to disappear all at once.

Great, it's finally quiet.

She was leaning on the chair, her head was tilted due to her gradual weakness, and in the picture that just happened to match, it was the appearance of the very handsome Mr. Knight being pinched by a huge iron puppet.

This handsome gentleman looked extremely embarrassed now, his blond hair was messy and sticky with blood, and the white gloves that he never took off were also stained with blood.

Apparently, he had been crushed to death by that giant iron puppet.

But there was still a stubborn light in his blue eyes.

　Si Xiaojiu: Let me show you a show where I kill myself!
　　So who killed the mockingbird?It was the robin that killed the robin, boy papers (male protagonists)~????
　　
　
(End of this chapter)