"Zi Huan, please dodge it!"

Jiang Bingshu shouted loudly, but no one could save her.

The purpose of the Black Chess Group is very obvious. Jiangbians are an exception, but Zihuan, who can play a huge role in a short period of time, can't get it, and you can't even imagine it if you have a chess organization.

The night suddenly shattered.

A small piece of night that was originally reversed by the hourglass when it was turned upside down began to collapse quickly.

Qin Guanqi is quick-witted and has already crushed the hourglass!

But he also distanced himself from the second smallest target Zihuan.

When the night broke, the sleepiness that was so strong that it was impossible to lift the eyelids did not dissipate instantly.

This is also another sense of disease coming like a mountain of fallen, and disease going like a thread being drawn.

But in the end, that drowsiness could not make Qin Guanqi lose his ability to move.

Qin Guanqi's illness was his father.

"Xianyin, think more. Since the other party has a patient, it means they have also been out of the hospital city."

"It's hard to say whether they have a patient in their hands that can suppress you."

Qin Guanqi naturally knew all this. He tried his best to turn the tide.

In the consciousness of Jiangbians, disease fluctuations are a tiny seed.

But in Qin Guanqi's consciousness, the fluctuation of the disease is a golden holy tree.

If he closes his eyes, he can even see the various veins in the holy tree, its twisted torso, and its lush branches and leaves.

The tree canopy is like the sun, shining from consciousness to reality!

The silent realm is spreading rapidly.

The head that hit Zi Huan is constantly decaying and turning into flying dust.

The headless body was rapidly decomposing.

But the initial distance between it and Qin Guanqi was still too far.

In the end, countless dusts faded away, and the head had no facial features, just like the size of a glass bead.

And this glass bead finally penetrated Zihuan.

The ginger diseased tree has a deep sense of powerlessness.

His ability is ineffective in such a duel.

Because of the passing of vitality, Zi Huan loosened her hand and the flower she was holding suddenly fell to the ground.

She still smiled, which mixed with expectations for death, the innocence of children, and the satisfaction of the end of this drama...

There is also some pure joy.

Rarely, perhaps I hear someone calling out their own name and feel something different.

Countless flower fogs are fading away wildly. Without the blockage of flower fog, the four major groups will soon lock in specific directions.

At that time, Qin Guanqi will only face enemies like a tide.

But Zihuan is too lazy to care about these things.

I'm going to die, who cares whether you will die later?

She had known for a long time that the greatest possibility of her being in this place was to be killed.

Because no force can accept an S-level disease owner with such high degree of freedom and fall into the hands of other forces.

Since you can't get it, you can't get it.

This is game, and it is also human nature.

Zihuan turned around with difficulty and looked at Jiang Bingshu.

It seems that I want to see something from Jiang Bingshu's eyes.

But after seeing it, she was a little disappointed and bored.

Because in Jiang Bengshu's eyes, she did not see the kind of enemies and hatreds that she could not get.

All the fields were lifted, and the "lines" tied to Jiangbians had disappeared.

Jiang Bingshu finally resumed his actions. The coach had already helped Liu Bing, who was inhumane, and he walked towards Zi Huan, who was about to die.

Zihuan also forced herself to suffer and walked towards the ginger tree.

Disappointment and boredom are real. But there are also extremely subtle joy.

Zi Huan's body lost its balance and was held back by Jiang Bingshu when she finally fell.

"Brother Sick Tree... Are you sad for me?"

"Hehe, it's okay, do you want to buy a flower? I wish I could survive?"

"But then I will die, hahahaha... the wish that will backfire... is really... very interesting..."

Jiang Bingshu can't say anything.

He knew very well that Zihuan was a little devil-like girl.

This girl committed too much evil.

Perhaps the "wishes" she sells are all business that you and I want to do.

But she is always bewitching others. Everyone has evil and desire in their hearts, and everyone is trying their best to suppress them.

If someone tries to arouse someone and leads to the death of his family in desire, it can be attributed to his own depravity in the end.

It’s like every contraband drug dealer will say: What does it have to do with me? They want to buy it themselves, and they can’t stand the drug addiction.

But that tempter must be guilty.

Not everyone can be absolutely self-disciplined, and people who cannot do this are not sad or hateful.

Jiang Danshu understands all this.

But he also felt the loneliness of Zihuan.

I don’t care who falls into his hands, and I don’t care what I will do.

Come on, make a wish to me, whether to torture me or please me, in my eyes, you are no different, they are all slaves of desire.

Don't preach me, don't try to control me mentally, but I can cooperate with your performance, just buy my flowers.

This is a kind of rootless floating. It will be the same when it falls into anyone's hands. It will float here today and float there tomorrow. It will be good everywhere. Anyway, it is impossible to stop.

Because there is no place to stop.

Jiang Bingshu always felt that such a person was both hateful and pitiful. He really hoped to understand why Zihuan was like Zihuan.

But he didn't have this opportunity.

"Brother Sick Tree...we will see you again, when you are most desperate, hehe."

"I'll give it to you, Brother Sick Tree, you don't seem to have many gifts in your life... but don't make a wish easily."

At the end of life, Zi Huan thought about it. It seemed that some things were useless to keep them.

When will it be the next time I open my eyes? Will it be a more hateful image? I am really looking forward to it.

Just treat it as a reward for the pure sadness in this person's heart.

Thinking of this, a wish flower suddenly appeared in Zihuan's hand.

The one in my hand had already fallen to the ground, but the one in my hand is different from all my wishes before.

This wish flower is pure white.

The petals have a slightly crystal clear feeling, like the lychee with the best quality after peeling off the shell, or like pearls.

"We... say goodbye for the time being, Brother Sick Tree, may your wish... never... wither..."

Zihuan's eyes closed and there was no longer any vitality.

Jiang Bingshu felt a little uncomfortable when he saw this demon-like little girl die completely, and temporarily forgetting the girl's evil.

He didn't know what the use of this pearly white wish flower was.

But he carefully put away the flowers, picked up Zi Huan's body, and at the command of the coach, he marched forward.

The big event caused by wishes, the battle for girls to make a wish ends here.

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Heart area.

Baozi's figure was no longer on the overpass. He stood at the top of a building and overlooked the overpass in the distance.

There were already surrounded by members of the medical insurer group who rushed over and were investigating what happened.

Not long ago, Baozi got the news from Xun Xian, and the head coach took action, and the whole incident had ended.

Although it was not the best result and the target died, it finally did not get the worst result.
To be continued...