The Magician of Clow

Chapter 469 The legend of the night talk is all written, love and hate are scribbled

Really embarrassing.
Lying on the ground without temperature, everything is gray, like the reverse world, looking at the dark sky, there is no big black object sprayed with dark clouds, only the strong and unique atmosphere in the dark world is constantly surging.

There was almost numb pain in the body.

The scorched hands and feet, the powerful slashing had already destroyed his internal organs, and also broke many ribs. The sword marks and piercing wounds were branded on his chest, and he was on top of all of them.
It is the absolute ice that blocks everything.

Really
Embarrassed.
Thinking of the sword that sealed the frozen world before, that dark figure somehow pulled out Brother Burning's spirit abyss, and unleashed a sword that was beyond imagination, Arakawa laughed at himself.

"No, I have to leave quickly"

After all, this is the world of those monsters
The tenacious vitality of the A-level cultivator supported Arakawa struggling from the ground under the serious injury that was dying at the moment, lowering his weak eyes that might faint at any time,
He supported the ancient sword-Dragon Emperor, and looked at the fairy sword that had been with him for an unknown amount of time, which was covered with frost at the moment, and he raised his head in defeat, because he didn't even have the strength to keep his eyes from falling.

I should be glad
Open a gap that doesn't know where it leads to reality,
How much simpler than opening the position corresponding to reality at this moment
This was Arakawa's only thought at the moment.

It's not faith, it's not the desire to survive, it's not the fear of death, something else supports Arakawa, who is now on the verge of death, and supports him to raise the ancient sword-Dragon Emperor,

Supported him to live through an unknown number of years.
Every A-level participant has had a long time, and every A-level participant has his own legend,
Outstanding, extraordinary and refined, they naturally have their own life-saving trump cards.
Or it was because the world of the night battle world was a little short, Fangran didn't know about it, although Arakawa was seriously injured by him at this moment, he was half dead, but as long as he escapes to the real world at this moment, it will take decades, and he can still recover.
Although there is definitely a price to pay.

However, at the moment when Arakawa raised his sword!
A flirtatious voice that he had never thought of, sounded out of nowhere with a charming low voice and a strange chuckle.

"Oh, I finally found you."

The movement stopped suddenly, and Arakawa opened his eyes incredulously, looking at the figure that appeared from the dark rose-patterned magic circle.

The snow-white shoulder was exposed to the air, and it was tied with knots of an elegant black dress. Under the black cloth hood, there was a smile on the beautiful, almost coquettish face, and the violet pupils were hot and paranoid.

Arakawa looked at the witch, never thinking that at this moment, it would be her who appeared in front of him and constituted despair.

"cough"

He raised his head and coughed up pieces of blood. Even when he saw the witch, Arakawa could still smile gently as before.

"I didn't expect it to appear. It turned out to be you."

His figure was a little unstable, and he supported the ancient sword-Dragon Emperor inserted back into the ground with both hands, coughing up blood because he was forced to speak:
"Even the people from Song of the Wanderer came?"

"I've wanted to know for a long time, always. always. always."

The witch smiled and opened her bewitching eyes of violet light, and she spoke with a slightly hoarse voice that was seductive, repeating the words of obsession, staring at Arakawa at this moment.

"What kind of person is the guy who is interfering with my doll's life behind the scenes?"

After saying this, the witch suddenly smiled contentedly.

"Surprisingly, a very interesting person."

Then she opened her cold and ruthless violet eyes, and said with a smile:
"Then, go to hell."

In an instant, the darkness roared, and the power of the dark world made the participants' abilities even louder. Seven places of darkness rose into the sky from around the witch!

The most magical and mysterious number, the dots formed by the darkness at 'seven' are connected into an uneven but perfect and stable one. Horror and ominous 'dolls', arrogance, anger, laziness, greed, jealousy, gluttony, lust are smiling The Witch is summoned to appear from behind!

Then swarm towards Arakawa!

The ancient sword-Dragon Emperor pulled it out recklessly, and at the cost of overdrawing the remaining lifespan, squeezed out the last bit of strength from this broken body, Arakawa tore his throat and shouted!

"Absolute Sword - Yuelingyuan!!"

Last minute, instinct came out
A second before being overwhelmed by the pitch-black monsters, Arakawa's pupils widened in trance as he thought about it.

Is it still the sword skill taught by Big Brother Jiang Ran?
boom!
Every A-level participant has had a long time, and each A-level participant has his own legend.
But no matter how legendary the story is, there will be a day when it will be exhausted.

The ancient sword-Dragon Emperor flew out, and Arakawa, with eyes half down, looked like a dead man, looking at the dark monsters that were about to engulf him, and planned to close his eyes slowly.

Is there any other way? Forget it, maybe it's enough.
The moment you give up,

Half a century of fatigue, tiredness, and loneliness seemed to erupt all of a sudden, making him smile at the end and laugh at himself.

He used his life-saving trump card to deceive the young man, escaped into the dark world, and did not hesitate to hide his life, but in the end he could not escape death?
Really embarrassing, Arakawa
Looking at the powerful, weird and terrifying pitch-black monsters in front of him, his sword light was easily swallowed by the monster with its huge jagged mouth,

But at this second!
Among the seven pitch-black monsters, the most powerful "Pride" holding a death scythe and chains of bones, suddenly turned around, held the terrifying scythe in his hand, and swung it to repel its companions!
"Ok?"

A curious surprise appeared on the witch's coquettish and mysterious face, and she waved her hand to stop the other dolls from continuing to chase.

I saw 'Arrogance' suddenly cut a crack, and then the huge body struggled to stagnate suddenly, a figure reluctantly emerged from the darkness, grabbed Arakawa and pushed back,
The moment the two got close, what Arakawa saw in his inconceivably widened pupils was Yaohe's struggling expression filled with pride and disdain, as well as his weak sneer at half a century of hard work but reduced to this point, until the last moment He didn't change his bad tone either.

"Arakawa, I don't love you."

Then he pushed him hard, and the arrogance holding the sickle recovered again. Her figure was captured back into the body by the darkness again, and the doll named 'Arrogance' returned to the witch's control again.

Only Arakawa was left lying on his back on the ground of the dark world again.

Every A-level participant has had a long time, and each A-level participant has his own legend.
Even they... there will be love and hate,
Even if it's too rough.

"Aren't you running away?"

At some point, the flirtatious figure covered by a black cloth cloak stood beside Arakawa who was facing up on the ground, looking at Arakawa at this moment, he asked with a chuckle.

"Heh, forget it."

His eyes were completely blurred, but maybe it was because he was so close to death that his words became much clearer.

The witch looked at the dark arrogance not far away, evoking a charming arc, her eyes shone with a mysterious violet light, she smiled softly and said as if she was looking at something that interested her:
"She used up something that I didn't even notice. Maybe it was a hole card she had prepared for her own escape, just to keep you alive. Does such a waste not matter?"

Arakawa laughed when he heard the most disgusting and most feared puppet witch in the world of night wars asking himself this question.

"I've already wasted a lot, since she joined Nishui without thinking of anything in return."

The eyes could not see anything, only darkness, Arakawa seemed to answer his own chuckle, but it was weak and murmured.

"And I don't know what else to do if I live. It's too pitiful to let her be imprisoned by you alone forever, losing herself and feeling, so..."

There was only darkness in front of him, and he simply closed his eyes slowly, sighing with satisfaction as if he had gotten a good rest.

"To be 'dead' together like this is my last repayment to her."

"It's a pity that even if she has reached this point, it seems that you are not in love with her."

The witch looked at her arrogant doll, and said with a chuckle, while the dilapidated figure lying on the ground, Arakawa, who might die completely at any time, hoarse his throat after hearing the witch's words.

"Ah yes."

Tears flowed silently from his closed eyes slowly, and the corners of his mouth curled up not knowing whether it was the usual smile or half a century of bitterness.

"I can't do it? I can't do it. I can do anything. Compared to ordinary people who don't know where they came from"

At the end of his life, Arakawa tried his best to open his eyes wide again, begging and struggling as if he wanted to see the dark blue skirt.

"Am I not going to get her love?"

He couldn't see anything, and tears flowed silently from his eyes, floating in the dark world along with his slightly weak words.

"Even if I plan to ruin the night with my own hands tonight, she still doesn't want to see me."

As if he had used up all his remaining strength to open his eyes, his vitality dissipated, but at the last moment, Arakawa, who opened his eyes wide, seemed to see what he wanted to see——

It was more than half a century ago. He walked up the bluestone steps leading to the bamboo forest in the mountain with vigilance and vigilance, and the girl standing above him with a sweet smile and a beautiful skirt smiled and spoke.
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'My name is Lin Lang, welcome to the Night Club'-
"Obviously as long as you show up, it doesn't matter where it is."

I would like to stop now
He moved his lips, opened his pleading eyes, and softly opened his mouth in his heart, losing all his strength, and said the last words.

Then the dark 'dolls' opened up the black curtain, devouring him and the witch's figure, and disappeared from the dark world. No one saw what happened in this dark world.

Although it is slightly different from what the outside world knows, the A-level participant Nishui-Arakawa completely fell at this moment,
In this night, legends are written, love and hate are scribbled
　Finished writing, although the main body is listening to the 20-word battle between the sun and the sunflower before the end of Fangran, but in fact, I spent a lot of time thinking about the supplements to this volume, thinking about their lives Trajectory, to think about their love and hatred, life, old age, sickness and death, to write what I want to write, to write everyone's story, this is everything I pursue besides what I want to write, about Arakawa, from the very beginning I didn’t write him as a villain. He is fundamentally different from Seltan. Even if he doesn’t appear much, I still like the character I described.
　　
　
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