Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 141 Emma [Fanwai] Sew your mouth so you can't hear the crying (8) END
I am indeed the most perfect criminal in Daier's eyes. I am good at disguising myself and packaging myself with weakness to make myself appear incapable of self-protection.

I killed a lot of people, I don't think I'm wrong, because they all deserve to die, and I'm just a killing machine.

I was born just to protect Lisa.

*
The scarecrow was burning in front of me, and the burning sensation hit my face. The air was accompanied by the smell of burnt meat, and my expression remained unchanged.

It was like the flames were going to break through the sky of the military factory, like, the day Woods died, of course I knew there were people in it, but the people in there were to me.

No use value.

Give him belladonna, just to make him more disgusting to others, he is as disgusting as a worm hiding in the dark.

I can't see the light all my life.

*
Before mastering this body, I told Lisa and Woods that I wanted to be a flower girl. The flower girl is so holy, and Lisa finds it bothering her parents to quarrel, so let them start from scratch. Not so tired anymore.

Lisa would say yes with a smile, like an angel left behind in the world, while Woods mocked me without hesitation. Although he was one with me and Lisa, his personality The difference is too big.

In his eyes, there are only tricks and calculations.

He is good at analysis and insight into people's hearts.

Sometimes I will inadvertently tell this annoying person about this wish, but in order to maintain the image I have created, I have to pretend to be innocent and respond to him.

"When a flower girl needs a wreath."

That's what the bastard said.

Parents are gone, so what's the point of being a flower girl?

With mother's blood on your hands, is it worthy of being holy?

I don't believe it.

*
My memory has never been tampered with. I clearly remember all the game process and what I experienced when I escaped.

The door of hope opens slowly, and what greets the survivors is not light, but endless darkness, as they run to the road leading to the outside world.

Huge black thorns drilled out of the soil and directly pierced the survivor's heart. The smiling face facing Hope died before it changed.

The crow hovered in the air, making a shrill cry. This manor was still a cage.

*
I am a bug in this game.

My skill is dismantling the gallows, and Woods' skill is -- to get some little things that Woods had before, like, guns, knives, things like that.

This guarantees my survival.

In the end, I still plan to use my skills first to hide Woods' skills.

Otherwise, those companions who seem to be friends will regard me as a disaster, and even kill me for my skills, and take my toolbox and its contents for themselves.

*
Lisa said she was afraid of the dark and ghosts.

Woods said mercilessly: "It's really naive to be afraid of ghosts. I'll take you to see people's hearts."

*
Killed Emily Dale.

Killed my dear father.

I'm still not satisfied.

I seemed to be missing something. Looking at Pearson hanging on the gallows, I felt that I was crazy, but I was just a tool for killing people.

To protect Lisa, you have to kill everyone who is not good for Lisa.

I thought morbidly, Lisa is not dead, she just fell asleep, I want to protect her like a knight who has been guarding the princess all the time.

I'm mad.

*
"Give me back Miss Emma."

"Give her back to me."

"Give her back to me."

*
Just kidding, am I just Emma?
Seeing the wreath that Pearson has been insisting on giving me, and refused to let it go until his death, what is he insisting on.

Isn't that what Emma is?Isn't that what I am?It's just a tool to kill, a murderer without emotion.

I reached for the garland, and I found that my hands were trembling. I picked up the garland tremblingly and looked at the white elves.

"It's snowdrops"

I found that my voice was crying.

*
I finally remembered.

Woods he said.

"Emma, ​​you have to be yourself."

"Emma, ​​you are not me, I am a killing machine, you want to replace Lisa, live well, okay?"

"Emma is also a little angel."

Woods smiled, and it was the first time I saw him laugh from the heart. When I reached out to touch him, the flames engulfed him, and the distance between me and him was getting farther and farther away.

out of reach.

"Woods."

I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Emma, ​​don't cry. I can't sew your mouth shut like I said."

*
Snowdrops are newborns.

Emma is not a killing machine, she was originally a holy flower girl, a pure angel, right?

Am I wrong all along?
I am sorry.

I screwed up everything.

*
The touch in my heart, I want to tell you.

Damn, I actually like you a lot.

.

"By the way, I like you too. This is a secret. Next time I have a chance, I will definitely tell you first."

*
The snowflakes completely covered my body, but I couldn't feel the cold. Let the white snowflakes wash my blood-stained body.

At the end.

I seem to see it.

Woods and Lisa were smiling at me.

Lisa jumped towards me, and she said in a soft voice: "Sister Emma, ​​welcome home~"

Woods touched his nose unnaturally, a little embarrassed, but still rubbed my head with his white hands, and said in a disgusted tone.

"Emma, ​​welcome home."

His eyes shone brightly like streamers.

　All of a sudden, I fell in love with Woods x Emma, ​​what should I do? Bushi Woods is so flirtatious QAQ
　　
　
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