Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 145 Kuang END

Her vision gradually became blurred, and the warm liquid sprayed directly onto Marta's face, a certain suppressed feeling in her heart surged up, and the smell of blood filled her nostrils.

"Do not--!"

Marta shouted heartbreakingly, she looked at Nabu who stood in front of her again, Nabu's body had been pierced by the blade, several huge holes appeared in his abdomen, he smiled weakly smiled.

"Why—why, didn't I tell you to hide?"

Marta was on the verge of collapse at this moment, she reached out to caress Nabu's already pale face, without any warmth.

"Please, Nabu, don't leave me like this, please."

Please, don't die, don't make me feel more guilty.

This is the first time Marta has shed tears in front of him. The crying face is not good-looking at all. The smiling Marta is the prettiest. The radiant Marta is the Marta he knows. Tower is right.

Jack was only slightly taken aback by the sudden appearance of Neb, and calmly took out the blade from his body. He had no interest in chopping up the doll.

Block the damage for her.

How many times is this?Marta couldn't remember how many times, her hands held Naibu's cheeks, and Naibu's body leaned forward slightly, but he could barely support his body.

His pronunciation is no longer weird.

"Marta, I'm a monster, I can't die, you know?"

Nabu's voice is no longer as hoarse as before, it sounds very unreal, his lips are pale, and there is a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his eyes are looking at her tenderly, as if looking at a precious stone. Star for many years.

His eyes were gentle and full of reluctance.

Holding his temperatureless face, Marta's hands trembled slightly, unstoppable tears kept sliding down her cheeks, why was there no temperature.

"Hey, it's ugly to cry, Marta, this doesn't look like Marta at all."

He coughed slightly, his face was extremely pale, and blood overflowed with his cough, he smiled weakly.

He stretched out his hand, which no longer looked like a wolf's paw. His rough callused hand completely covered her eyes. There was no warmth in his palm, and it was bitingly cold, so cold that he suspected that he was dead. .

He leaned close to her ear, said something in a low voice, and then quietly kissed Marta on the forehead as if selfish.

Immediately afterwards, he let go of the hand covering Marta's eyes, he lowered his eyelids, and his hand gradually dropped.

"Martha."

He said her name over and over again.

Every time with extreme nostalgia, the scarlet color gradually faded from his eyes, and he returned to his previous appearance. The wolf's ears, claws and tail were gone, and even the wolf's fur began to disappear gradually.

He seemed to be sighing, the corners of his mouth trying to raise a perfect arc.

Marta felt that his breath seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, and her heart began to feel cold, and she asked the person in front of her with a crying voice.

"Naibu, why do you save me again and again? Is it worth it?"

"Naibu, have you blocked my injuries so many times, does it hurt you?"

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The screens gradually overlap.

. [See Chapter 89 for details. Naibu, are you in pain?]

His face was a little sickly pale at the moment, but he looked at her with a smile on his face, his heart had been pierced by a hook.

"Neb. Are you in pain?"

"Of course it hurts."

He smiled, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

"But, as long as you hug me, it won't hurt."

Marta looked at him blankly, and he looked at Marta's expression and smiled mockingly.

"Live, Marta."

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His tone was very gentle, as if coaxing a child who was about to fall asleep. He wanted to reach out and wipe the tears off Marta's face, but he found that he had no strength.

"It's you, it's worth it."

"It hurts, of course it hurts, if you hug me, it won't hurt."

He paused, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"Finally. Freed"

As soon as Nebu's words fell, Marta felt the strong gravity oppressing herself, and when Marta reacted, she was overwhelmed.

Naibu's body was directly on her body, she was taken aback for a moment, regardless of the fact that Naibu's blood had made her even more embarrassed, she tried her best to help Naibu up.

The disbelief in her eyes almost dragged her into the endless abyss, she looked at Naibu's bloodless face, and burst into tears.

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Jack watched the farce numbly.

Since you are an acquaintance, it's better to save some face.

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"Liar, you said you are a monster, you won't die."

Marta went to test Nabu's heartbeat with hope in her heart, and the heartbeat had already stopped. As much as a person's hope, so much will be his disappointment.

"Please, don't leave me."

Marta tried her best to hug the young man who had already lost his vital signs, and the sadness in her heart had swallowed her whole body and drowned in it.

"Hold you, and you'll feel better, won't you?"

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"The Spear of the Oath - Imminent Execution"

Her golden eyes dimmed, and she curled up the corners of her mouth mockingly, "Will you tell me in my ear, let me live, let me live with guilt?"

"You are so selfish, Nab Sabeda."

"I won't let you do that."

She carefully placed Neb's body on the ground beside her, and her eyes looked at Jack who was about to attack her.

"You don't need to come."

There was determination in her eyes.

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With trembling hands, Marta took out the gun that Del gave from her coat pocket.

Marta's first feeling was that the temperature of the gun was also so icy cold.

She pressed the cold muzzle of the gun to her own temple, put her finger on the trigger, and usually pointed the muzzle at the enemy, but unexpectedly, this time it was going to be aimed at herself.

"If I met you before I met Henry, would the ending be different?"

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"Hey, you said, we will meet again in the next life, right? That's it."

The trigger snapped.

In a loud gunshot.

The gun landed.

She fell into a pool of blood, and her body fell backwards, lying with Naibu.

Her hands and his were held together at some point, as if they were making some kind of agreement.

A smile remained on her lips.

He said she looked good when she smiled.

It was the Marta he knew.

The twilight in the sky is getting thicker and thicker, and the setting sun shows strange colors, as if it is composing the tragic song of the night.

"The Gun of the Oath - Suicide"

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"A New Beginning - 5 Hours"

"Remaining people - 1 people"

"Remaining diaries - 0"

The diaries of Naib Sabeda and Martha Betanfill in the Nightingale Library began to burn and were reduced to ashes.

　The commission is over, and the rest is Jay Blind.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)