~： The fifth story 040, the difference between life and death

"Stupid beep! Stupid beep! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Little Bread was held in his arms by Gaia, struggling constantly.

She was struggling because she was afraid, afraid of what happened just now, and the man who was already covered with wounds.

Blood flowed from every inch of his skin. When blown by the cold wind, they cooled and solidified. Of course there is his blood, but more... but the enemy's blood.

Many people died under his sword at that moment. Nothing else, just because they want to **** the little girl in their arms. But their snatching happened extremely suddenly, as if they had thought of something all of a sudden, they pounced like a hungry tiger.

As a result, they became corpses. Gaia also became this scarred body during the subsequent confrontation with the enemy. But it doesn't matter, all he suffered were traumatic injuries, not serious. These injuries are far from the point where they can affect his strength. It was more than enough to hug this little girl and escape.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."

Gaia, with his face covered in blood, was holding a small bread in one hand, and the Vatican in the other hand was climbing rapidly on the slopes of the snow-capped mountains. The smile on the corners of his mouth under the blood was still gentle, but his current face looked terrifying in Little Bread's eyes.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Gaia not only frowned when he saw the buns making trouble for a while. He looked behind him and made sure that there were no chasing soldiers before inserting the Vatican into a rusty sword and inserting it into the scabbard. He took the little girl with both hands and shook his head.

"Relax, I said, I won't hurt you. When I get out of danger, I will find a way to get you settled. By the way, I killed the boy taking care of you. I'm sorry, but I want to know. Do you have any other family members besides him? Father, mother or something?"

In the stern cold wind, Little Bread was just crying, and kept talking illogical whine. Gaia shook his head and sighed helplessly. It now seems that she can only find a way to send her to an orphanage after she escapes, and then arrange other things properly.

Gaia hugged the bun, stepped, and looked up.

then……

In the fierce mountain breeze, on a rock ten meters away, a boy holding a blood pupil magic sword was sitting there, and a boy who had been ready to wait for this moment appeared in front of him.

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"call……………………………………"

This sound was an exhalation and also Bingfeng's wailing.

A black long sword with its blade inserted into the snow. The **** magic pupil at the hilt of the sword looked at his "prey" this time with a lot of fun, seemingly at ease.

The boy's hands were pressed on the hilt of this sword, and there was no focus or glamour in the pitch-black pupils, but he silently looked at Gaia with his eyes with enlarged pupils.

The white gas overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and disappeared rapidly with the passing cold wind............

One high, one low.

In the icy wind that swept past, the two looked at each other.

The high idiot slowly inhales and exhales. Gaia below looked up at him, the surprise in his eyes slowly became calm in the cold wind.

"did not expect……"

Gaia, put down the bun in his arms.

"It turned out to be you, waiting for me here."

puff----

The idiot moved slightly and fell from the rock in front of Gaia. When hitting the ground, blizzards aroused. He continued to exhale, white smoke overflowing from the corner of his mouth, spreading backwards. When he slowly stood up straight, squeezing the black long sword in his hand...

A black blizzard seemed to be forming beside him.

Gaia looked at the boy in front of him, at the blood pupil on the hilt of his sword. When he saw that little **** the ground hurriedly ran behind the boy, the corner of his mouth...

Smile.

"Now, I have changed my mind."

The rust sword emits a golden light, and this light that drives away any darkness suppresses the black blizzard. As the light gradually dimmed, the Holy Sword Vatican finally revealed its true colors.

"I'm going to kill you."

Gaia squeezed the sword and pointed it to the ground. The smile on his face slowly faded, becoming extremely serious and extremely alert.

"Then, kill this little girl as well. Cut grass, roots."

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The wind...cut across the hill.

The thick snow was brought up by this frantic mountain wind, as if it was snowing again.

Two people stood silently on the top of this snow-capped mountain, holding the same sword posture, two peerless magic soldiers, one gold and one dark. Their breathing intertwined, as if resisting the mountain wind, gradually slowing down, then slower... and finally, almost disappeared.

Quiet...

very quiet……

The squally wind and howling all around seemed to have disappeared, and only incomparable silence remained in his mind.

Xiao Bread hid far away, even though she was not sensible, she seemed to have noticed something, and began to clenched her small fist tightly, looking at the two people in front of her with big eyes. Can she understand what this battle means? Can understand how this duel will end once it starts?

Suck………………

call……………………………………

stop.

At this moment, the wind stopped...

Breathing stopped...

The heart stopped...

As if even thinking...

It all stopped.

"?!"

The white smoke spread at this moment.

In Gaia's wide pupils, the figure of an idiot concealed in this thick white mist.

The mountain breeze blows, blowing this thick fog towards him, enveloping him at a very fast speed.

Cut off sight? But is this useful?

No, it's useless.

As a warrior, Gaia has long been familiar with how to fight when his eyes cannot see. Even if he was in this white darkness, it would never have any influence on him.

Yes……

His feeling will not be obscured by pure vision.

but……

When this thick fog enveloped him for only 2 seconds...

When the cold wind blows on the mountain...

When the low temperature of minus 40 degrees fills the world...

When his movement was slightly blocked just because of this "sudden"...

"……………………?????!!!"

In Gaia's pupils, a black sword was reflected...

And a pair of pupils without focal length.

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The wind was howling, and from the perspective of Little Bread, a violent storm seemed to be produced in the dense fog in front of him.

The fog was rolled up by the storm and entangled. As if the sky is falling apart!

However, this storm only lasted less than 3 seconds. After the three "clicks", everything was calm again...

Fifteen seconds later...

The mountain breeze finally blows away the white smoke covering here.

In the disappearing dense fog, the two people still stood... as if there had been no confrontation in the dense fog.

The idiot lowered his head, there was still no focus in the dark pupils.

The black blizzard surrounding him didn't stop for a moment, it was always roaring. The blood pupil on the hilt looked at him with a mocking look, sneered twice, and closed it.

Gaia...

This man laughed.

He began to walk forward.

He walks slowly at every step, and as his steps move, pieces of ice will fall from him.

Yes, he was covered with ice flakes.

There are icicles hanging from his hair, revealing layers of icy debris on the muscles of his clothes. With each step, the ice will fall.

But the faster it fell, the faster the ice layer would recover, as if... he has no body temperature.

Gaia walked, walked...

He came to the idiot, but didn't stop.

The idiot didn't make any response, he still lowered his head and his eyes were blank. Gaia looked at him, and the corners of his mouth that was gradually covered by ice showed a smile again. At the moment when the two passed by, he lowered his head and whispered in the ear of the idiot——

"……………………"

suddenly! The black blizzard surrounding the idiot faded. Those dark pupils were recaptured by the focus!

Gaia smiled...with a gentle smile.

He ignored this raising his head and looking at the boy in front of him, but continued to move his steps and walked towards Bun.

The footsteps are heavy, the ice flakes clatter.

Every step of the movement seemed to consume all his strength. But he still came over, stepping on the thick snow, and came over...

The idiot did not turn his head. He turned a blind eye to the "threat" heading towards the bun. Only after the sudden regained consciousness just now, he grasped Dimie's right hand and slowly loosened it, and the chain pulled the dagger-shaped magic sword back to his right wrist. After seeing all this, the little bread at the back finally boldly moved towards Gaia, who was staggering over there.

"......Silly beep?????"

"Ah……"

Gaia inserted the Vatican into the snow and released it. The golden sword dissipated its light and returned to a normal rust sword. With a helpless smile on his face, the man knelt in front of the little **** one knee, stretched out his palm that had been frozen into iron, and gently stroked the soft hair of the little bread.

"Maybe... you are right."

The smile was fixed on this face forever. In the mountain breeze, Gaia's body slowly fell forward, accompanied by the sound of ice cracking, he...

Fell in this piece of snow.

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