Chapter 311 Don’t Owe Each Other

Xiaoluo hugged Qingmang and sat down on the ground, sitting next to Qi Mei, who was already scared and stupid.

Xiaoluo was lost and had no idea what he should do.

Qi Mei lowered her head and glanced carefully.

"Is this the goddess Qingmang?"

She muttered something in a low voice. Xiaoluo ignored her, but she said quietly:

"It's a pity that she will die soon."

"die?"

Xiaoluo suddenly came to his senses. Because Lord Hema said to him: "You must not let her die!"

The master's order and the real crisis forced her to wake up.

"What to do? What to do?"

She is not a doctor, she is just a doctor's assistant.

"Her life is super strong, but it's passing quickly.

"There is nothing we can do."

Qi Mei leaned her head on the rock in some dejection, bowed her body, and looked at the terrifying battle between gods in the sky with fear.

The reflection of the firelight kept flickering in her eyes.

"No one can withstand the death curse of death, not even gods.

"This is the most lethal curse in the world."

"What should I do? Since you know so much, think of a way!"

"But she did it."

Qi Mei murmured in a low voice.

"What did she do?"

"She took Homas's heart with her when she died."

Qi Mei continued to speak in a low voice, as if telling a romantic fairy tale.

"She died for Hema. She is also the only god willing to bear the death curse for mortals.

"No matter how many times He Ma is reincarnated in the future, he will only have this one woman in his heart."

"Nonsense!"

To Xiaoluo, these words meant that she was not allowed to pick up the pot. It was no different from pricking her forehead with a needle. It irritated her extremely.

"Who said that!

"Who said she was the only one!

"He Ma is my man.

"She is at best an ex-wife!

"Why should she die as a substitute?"

Xiaoluo's eyes fell on the sickle that passed through Qingmang's chest.

Qingmang transferred the sickle from Meng Fei to himself with just one finger.

She doesn't have the ability, but she can pull it out.

Pull out this sickle. If someone has to die in your place, let me die in your place!

She reached out and grabbed the sickle, and the sharp edge cut her palm, but she didn't feel it at all.

Qi Mei glanced at her, shrank back, lowered her head and said:

"You are different from her. She is the most powerful god, and she may be able to support her for a while longer.

"You are only a mortal. If you forcefully transfer the death curse to yourself, you will die immediately.

"I won't even have a chance to say goodbye to him."

Xiaoluo turned a deaf ear and concentrated on holding the blade of the sickle and began to pull it out.

The sickle is inserted very tightly. It is like the mouthparts of a mosquito. It longs for the vitality of the green light like it longs for blood, and is not willing to be pulled out easily.

But it is just a manifestation of the death curse. Whether it can be pulled out has nothing to do with any physical factors, it purely depends on the contest of wills between the two parties.

When Meng Fei pulled out the sickle for himself, he was the one who died because he couldn't pull it out. It was just like stepping on himself to climb up. He couldn't pull it out no matter what.

When Qingmang is attacked, if he wants to pull out the sickle from Qingmang's body, his will to die must be stronger than Qingmang's.

As a mortal, his willpower can never be compared to that of a god. Moreover, he sometimes uses the time spiral reset as a trump card, and he doesn't really want to die, so in this tug-of-war, he can't beat Qingmang.

But Xiaoluo is different.

Her consciousness was already unusually strong, but Qingmang had been severely injured and was on the verge of death. Her consciousness became weak, and the balance of victory and defeat began to flip.

"Even if you can win that person's heart, what's the use if you die?"

Qi Mei asked while continuing to retreat.

"I don't need to use it."

In this short period of time, Xiaoluo suddenly understood a lot of things, and she was no longer so excited.

"Without Lord Hema, I would have died seven years ago.

"I spent the best seven years with him.

"I'm very satisfied."

"Excuse me."

Qi Mei saw that she was able to pull it out with all her strength, so she stepped back and said.

"When you pull out that thing, it will spit out death air. If it sticks even a little bit, I will die. So I can only stay away."

She is already an undead. If she is contaminated by the death aura of the God of Death again, her soul will be devoured like those sacrifices.

"It doesn't matter, just stay away."

Xiaoluo said indifferently.

Walking ten steps away, Qi Mei continued to remind her:

"The death curse will be transferred to you the moment you pull it out.

"You cannot be reincarnated if you are directly hit by the death curse of the God of Death. You will return to the authority of the God of Death and become part of the death curse.

"He will also forget you, just like you have never existed in this world. You will never meet again."

Xiaoluo murmured to himself:

"Seven years ago, we didn't know each other.

"Thank you for the seven years you gave me.

"The reason why I am still alive is because I thought I could repay you.

"Since I can't, then I will give you my life back.

“We don’t owe each other anything!”

She pulled out the death sickle stuck in Qingmang's body!

…

In the melee sky, a small ball of flame condensed into a human shape.

Suzaku, wearing a long flame dress, appeared in the chaotic night, looking at the battle with her arms folded.

She kept putting her thoughts into it. Although her attacks were fierce, they could not match the timing and location of the master of her mind.

In the night sky, each incarnation of the God of Death turned into an image wrapped in black robes and holding a sickle.

As for what was inside the black robe, he gave up all speculation. Whatever it was, it was whatever it was.

So whenever the hoods of these "gods of death" are blown up in the strong wind, what is revealed inside is nothingness and nothingness.

Only the sickle is the embodiment of the death curse. The God of Death can no longer issue a complete death curse.

But even if each incarnation only carries a little bit of death energy, it is enough to kill a mortal immediately.

Countless such gods of death are like swarms of locusts in the night sky, forming countless rolling black clouds.

But these did not have much impact on Suzaku. Her living body was flame, possessing a power of destruction more terrifying than death.

Before those "gods of death" could get close to her, they were destroyed by the flames and turned into chaotic particles, which were eventually released in the form of radiation.

The problem is that these radiations eventually fall within the mind of the God of Death and are part of its energy closed loop, and are not directly consumed.

Therefore, even if those incarnations of the God of Death are burned out, they will be reborn immediately. It is true that wild fire cannot burn out, but spring breeze blows and regenerates.

And the thought she put into it was really wasted. So what will be the final result if this continues?

Her mind was exhausted and she had to withdraw from Death's mind. But Death is still at large here.

If she were in reality, it wouldn't be a problem to flatten the mountain of corpses with one palm.

But in that case, He Ma and Qing Mang, who are trapped in this realm of consciousness, will also be destroyed by her.

"Huh, you guys always give me problems!"
Chapter completed!