Chapter 398

Hoffa, who recognized the owner of the voice, backed back and released Miranda's shoulder.

On the narrow stairs, Miranda's face split in two. Half pain, half darkness.

Then, like the cheese, her cold half twisted and struggled wildly, and finally split into another face. A 15-year-old boy's head was standing on her neck. Miranda had two heads on her shoulders. It looked terrible.

It wasn't over. After the head appeared, another hand came out. The hand came out of Miranda's shoulder, like a butterfly crawling out of a cicada pupa.

It's hard to imagine the absurdity of the picture.

Then the little boy climbed out of Miranda's shoulder. He was only twelve or thirteen years old. He was black all over, but his eyes were firm and his expression was cold.

But Miranda's face was pale. She held the magic wand in one hand and held the little boy hard in the other. She didn't let him leave her body. Sweating all over.

Hoffa was familiar with the little boy who crawled out.

"Miller!" He called out the little boy's name, and he remembered Miller's help fifty years later.

But Miller turned his head and roared out: "get out of here!"

It was so disgusting, as if Hannibal had seen little hippio, and every cell of his face was full of disgust.

"Where are you going?" Miranda said painfully, "come back to me, don't be so wayward!"

"I am willful?" "Let me go, I'm fed up with it!" the little boy growled Miller pointed to Hoffa: "I want to separate, I want to separate, I don't care who you do what with, don't use my body! It's disgusting! "

Hoffa recalled that Miller at this time was not the one in 50 years. He had no memory of taking risks with him. And what Miranda did with him that night, I'm afraid Miller also had some experience, if he thought he was a man.

So that night... Hoffa's face turned ugly.

No wonder he wants to separate.

"This is my body. I am the master." Miranda's got him. He's not allowed to leave.

"I have also been here for more than ten years. Why are you the master?" Miller yelled: "I will never follow this guy to death, and I will never allow you to desecrate my body! Let's fight to the death, sister. Who wins, who controls this body! "

"Don't be paranoid! Asshole Miranda cursed bitterly: "I know everything you know. You can't beat me!"

"It's OK. I won't know until I fight!"

Miller growled like a giant bear, hitting Miranda with a commanding punch. Miranda took Miller's arm and hit Miller mercilessly on the chin with a hook.

"You hit me, you really hit me! I'll fight with you! "

Miller cried wildly, "drill your heart and wrists!"

Miranda's wand waved: "anti curse shield!"

With a flash of red light, the spell was bounced back. Unexpectedly, Miller also propped up the anti magic shield at the same time, so the spell was bounced back and forth between them. The two men tore each other's hair and started to fight on the narrow spiral stairs without expert demeanor.

Huo FA was shocked. Seeing that the two brothers and sisters were fighting like this, they could fall into the abyss at any time.

He subconsciously wants to fight. But as soon as he took a step forward, the two fighters turned their heads together.

Miranda: go

Miller: go away

Miranda: we don't need you

Miller: "do your own work! It's disgusting to see you, fool

Although the words are different, the meanings are almost the same.

Hoffa pointed at Miller, gave him a threatening look, and then turned around without looking back. As soon as he turned around, the energy of the earth shaking mantra came from behind. He gritted his teeth. Instead of turning back, he resolutely rushed to the top of the tower.

There is his last opponent.

Three partners left Hoffa one after another, and he had nothing to do about it. But to be honest, he was a lot more relaxed.

If Silby wants to solve the problem from King to King and from general to general, then he is eager to have the power of time. He doesn't think the cursed Silby will be his opponent.

All the way up the ladder like endless, like the biblical myth of the tower of Babel, which was rejected by God building.

I don't know how Silby built such a tower. When he climbed to about 5000 meters, the steps disappeared completely. There are only some small concave and convex notches left on the column.

The oxygen here was so thin that Hoffa didn't even dare to fly up like a Thunderbird. He grabbed the groove on the wall of the tower and climbed up a little bit. The wind roars in my ears, and there is nothing around me. He has to put all his attention at hand to prevent him from falling.

In this concentration, the loud voice that had been in his heart and heard by the heart flow curse finally went away.He kept going up, six kilometers, seven kilometers, eight thousand meters, nine kilometers, ten thousand meters. Finally, when he was covered with ice and could hardly breathe, he finally touched the top of the tower.

It's a platform like a giant lotus, standing on the top of a small vine. It's fantastic. Like Spiderman, he buckled the edge of the platform, with his back ten thousand meters high, and finally stood on the platform.

And he finally met his last rival, the guy in the wheelchair. It's a man, it's a woman, it's a genius, it's a madman, it's a wizard, it's a king.

Last time on the island in the middle of the lake at Hogwarts, Silby had thousands of structures and tens of thousands of taboo magic books. But this time he had nothing but a wheelchair.

The wheelchair slowly turned around with his back. The guy in the wheelchair was wrapped in a gray blanket as he had been when he met for the first time.

The difference is that the last time he occupied the body of a young man, this time he occupied the body of a young woman.

Delfina's body is under a long-term curse. I'm afraid that it's almost the end of its life. She's skinny and has little life under it. On her lap lay a rough stick, Hoffa's wand.

Hoffa patted the ice on his body and said. He had been looking forward to seeing Silby. There would be anxiety, expectation and irritability. But when he really came to him, he calmed down and said, "you're hard to find here."

"You've found the wrong place, and osivia is smarter than you. She thought of my hometown the first time." The guy in the wheelchair raised his arm and pointed to the horizon: "look, isn't it beautiful?"

Hoffa looked at the horizon. The morning light was rising, and the sea was half red and half blue. But he cared more about sylby's arm raised from under his cloak. His body can move!

"Have you lifted the curse?" Hoffa asked.

"No, otherwise I wouldn't be in a wheelchair," said Silby, with his arms flapping down to his side. "In fact, every body has different resistances, some weak and some strong. This one is lucky to have one hand moving."

Hoffa: I thought you would lift the curse

Sylby in the wheelchair shook his head. "It's unnecessary. Since I played against you, I've found a better way to realize my dream."

The strong wind blew through their bodies. Under the platform of tens of thousands of meters, they could see the vast Atlantic Ocean and the European continent. Hoffa looked around and asked, "how did you build this tower?"

"By controlling the sleepwalkers, if people all over the world are willing to help you, you can even build this tower on the moon." "But considering that you're coming, I'll build it this high, otherwise it can be higher," said Silby carelessly

He probably hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, and seemed to have a lot of words, but Hoffa didn't want to hear Silby's chatter. He asked, "is there anyone else here?"

"No, it's just you and me." Said Silby.

"Then you will lose." Said Hoffa, striding towards Silby. The reminiscence is over. It's time for him to do it.

"Since I will die today, as my mourner, would you like to listen to my last wishes as..." sylby grinned slowly and said, "respect for my opponent."

"I don't want to." Said Hoffa, not stopping at all.

Paralyzed, Silby said calmly, "you asked me in your dream if I was lonely. There must be some self questioning and self answering in this sentence. "

Hoffa took a step, then he went on: "it's none of your business."

"No one in the world knows you better than I do, Hoffa," he added. After a person has no rival at all, he will no longer feel full. This kind of enrichment, Dumbledore can't give you, greendevo can't give you, your little girlfriends can't give you, only I can give you

Hoffa kept on walking. Instead, he walked faster and faster until he came to Silby and looked down at him: "have you ever heard of a sentence or a joke that makes a villain die of talking too much?"

Sylby laughed, then regained his expressionless face. "You're a real joker. I've been sitting here for almost two years. I don't mind sitting a little longer. You must have walked for a long time, and you don't mind taking a few more steps. "

Hoffa put his hand around sylby's neck. With a slight pull, sylby was lifted out of the gray cloth. The wand on his knee rolled to the ground.

Under the gray cloth, he was all skin and bones, hanging in the air and shaking. This time, he didn't even have a mechanical structure to help him walk. Only the thin chest and limbs. Light like a doll, Hoffa as long as willing, with a second can tear him, even without the power of time.

Such an unguarded appearance makes Huo FA feel that something is wrong. After fighting with the man in front of him several times, he looks like Sima Yi looking at Zhuge Liang's empty city, instinctively suspecting that there is fraud.Sylby was not afraid either. He said calmly, "kill me, you can't get anything. You should know that those who are dreaming outside will die if they leave the dream. I will die because I can't bear the rough reality. Only I can wake them up unharmed. "

Hoffa's hand trembled. If the price of killing Silby was to kill 99% of the world's people at the same time, he would not.

"Now the world is like a spider's silk in the sky, which leads to your dream life. Unfortunately, there are too many conditions to achieve such a success. Obviously, killing me directly is not one of them," Silby added

His words sound very complicated, but Hoffa trembles all over. He realizes that the complexity of the world line is beyond his imagination. If he wants to return to the normal historical process, he can't let the world change in any way, or even return to the level before the dream, and then he can return to 50 years later. If it changes at will, the butterfly effect may break the fragile world line and achieve another result.

If he doesn't want to break the jar, he has to compromise with Silby, again.

As a result, the lifted Silby fell back into the wheelchair.

Hoffa chose to negotiate: "even if I don't kill you, how long can you support under this curse? Is there any other offspring of the Spencer family for you to consume? "

"No, this girl is the last one." Said Silby.

"Why don't you let me end your pain?" Hoffa said, "you don't feel pain. In a moment, even if you can't react, you can get rid of the curse."

"What's the meaning?"

Sylby was still staring at him: "from my birth to my death, what have I done to set up a magic school and blow it up? No, no, that's too mediocre."

He sneered: "a meaningless person, a meaningless story, dull like a stinky ditch, no inner waves, no external changes, nothing changed, disgusting."

He looked into Silby's eyes, which, though decaying, contained something almost dazzling. He understood that death could never make him yield.

"What on earth do you want?" This time, Hoffa asked sincerely, "can't you tell me?"

"Aha, now we can finally chat. But since you ask this, it's a long story

Sylby looked up at the sky and murmured, "but do you know why Slytherin cursed me?"

Hoffa: for the forbidden library

"There are reasons for this, but not all of them." "In fact, before we set up Hogwarts, there were some interesting things that happened," said Silby with a smile.

It was more than a thousand years ago, that night, the church, which was my biggest rival, collapsed in the cold night. And that night, I got more inspiration than any other moment in the past.... "

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