Chapter 341 Under the wings
Chapter 341 ·Biyi·Part 2
A soft sound.
A soft sound that should not have appeared at this time or at this location.
Because this is the palace of his heart, his despair, and his fear. His time here will always stay in the moment before Zhao Yingkong pushed the door open, because just like he did not dare to face his sister in the past, he is not ready to talk to Zhao Yingkong in the true sense now. .
But the door rang.
He turned his head little by little, staring in the direction of the door in disbelief.
Zhao Yingkong is there.
It was the Zhao Yingkong he was familiar with.
She was carrying a dagger for training, and she was wearing the same assassin's uniform she had on the island. Her expression was half-smiling, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, but her eyes were as cold as frost.
She moved forward and walked into this heart that no outsider should have set foot on. Every time she took a step forward, he subconsciously wanted to step back.
Just thinking about it, not retreating.
But it wasn’t even a struggle.
"Long time no see, brother." The Zhao Yingkong in front of him had a familiar tone.
"Yingkong..."
'clang--! ’ The sword struck quickly.
Zhao Zukong blocked subconsciously. At the moment of instinctive defense, another training sword of the same style was already in his hand. He narrowly blocked the blow, but the sharp sword wind scratched a small wound on his cheek.
This is the Palace of the Heart, his home court. He can become strong enough here simply because the strength of his heart is the power here.
But this is simply a blow at the level of an ordinary person, a novice assassin's blow. But he was almost unstoppable.
"You disappoint me." Zhao Yingkong's tone was the same as before. She quickly changed her pace, drew an elegant angle with her body, and stabbed Zhao Zukong's heart again from another direction. "I thought you could grow up, but I didn't expect you to be worse than Ruikong. She could at least make up her mind to resist me. And you... you couldn't even let me find something that could be called tolerance."
Swords, a series of collisions. Every blow brought a splash of blood to Zhao Zukong's body.
"Yingkong..." He gritted his teeth hard. "...You shouldn't be here."
He had a terrible imagination in his mind.
"I shouldn't." However, the sword responded to him quickly again, and this response almost penetrated his heart. "I am not a psychic, nor have I mastered the combat skills of telepathy. It is impossible for me to enter your heart, because I can't do it in the first place."
Zhao Yingkong's speech was neither fast nor slow.
Zhao Yingkong's pace was unhurried and slow.
"But, you can - remember how you killed Ruikong in the first place? You used your mind to synchronize with her, simulated her spirit and overcame her mental manipulation and stabbed the sword into her throat. . Although at that time, Ruikong did not know how much water he put in to let you succeed, but your thinking mode does have something in common with Ruikong. And the remnants of Ruikong are also here."
Zhao Zukong pursed his lips.
She was right, he subconsciously simulated Ruikong's thinking. This allows his heart to be open to the remnants of Ruikong within this close enough distance. And Ruikong and Yingkong are now one. The door left for Ruikong, Yingkong can naturally cross it easily.
But it wasn't really a problem - it was him who opened the door, his synchronized spiritual thoughts. And Zhao Yingkong himself does not possess this type of power. And this means that as long as he changes his way of thinking slightly, as long as he cancels the simulation synchronization, the Zhao Yingkong in front of him will be ejected from the palace of his heart in an instant and returned to the place where she should originally be.
All it takes is a thought.
But...she was still standing in this familiar yet unfamiliar hall.
He wielded a sword that was too clumsy for an assassin, but every sword strike put him in danger, and he was almost on the verge of death.
"Look, you can't even do this well." Zhao Yingkong laughed softly.
He didn't answer, just dealt with her reluctantly. Perhaps because he had calmed down a lot, his body gradually stopped suffering more serious injuries.
"Sorry..." After hesitating for a long time, he only said this. "Brother let you down... I failed to find a way to cure you. Everyone... I didn't protect you either."
His heart became heavy.
The palace of the heart collapsed and decayed, and the entire battlefield was shaking gently.
Because he already knew the answer before Zhao Yingkong spoke.
"That's true." Zhao Yingkong's voice showed no sign of softening. "Besides, you are actually of no use."
"……Why?"
"Ruikong made arrangements before leaving. She used her own methods to prepare a good remedy for me. My inner flaws actually no longer exist. As long as I find a suitable time, I can prepare another one that satisfies me. 's body."
She didn't lie - Zhao Zukong's home field privilege told him the truth at this moment.
There was ambiguity in her words, and she did not tell all the information - the home privilege also told him this secret. But his heart was already filled with despair.
The Heart Palace shook more violently, the ceiling was covered with cracks, and small pieces of bricks fell down. They hit the ground and shattered.
He kind of hated his home court privilege because he got the truth he didn't want to know. Zhao Yingkong in front of him was indeed looking at him with disgust and disgust.
He is already, not needed.
"That's... good." He didn't even know how to answer.
"But I'm still disappointed. You made me sleep when my brothers and sisters needed me most. You made me lose everything I cherished and valued, making me unable to do anything. But you still can't do anything. You dare to appear in front of me, you don’t even have a plan but you think you are good to me. I guess, if I didn’t wake up, you met Ruikong. Would you still plan to cut off her head and let her never come to the future? To escape from the fate of losing control and falling in advance?"
He fell silent.
Silence is a short sword.
Because it was so real, it pierced his heart with ease.
The training dagger in Zhao Yingkong's hand pierced Zhao Zukong's heart.
"Sorry..." He almost didn't dare to look at her. "Brother...I...didn't do anything."
Zhao Yingkong pulled out the sword that pierced his chest and watched him fall in front of her.
"I didn't need you from the beginning." She looked at him and said every word. "Get out of the world in my eyes and don't bother me in any way."
This is the final verdict.
She saw Zhao Zukong smile sadly, then close his eyes and fall down. Just die.
The collapse of the Heart Palace covered every place she could observe at this moment. And until she confirmed that Zhao Zukong was really dead, she gently closed her eyes and let the expression on her face collapse.
"...You are a bird, brother."
"But you broke your wings and were willing to stop flying for me. Because you wanted to use your wings in exchange for my happiness and well-being."
The image of the wingless bird is not without reason. In legends, there is indeed a kind of bird that cannot fly unless it is in a pair.
"But...I no longer need you to sacrifice for me."
"You have to live on your own, come out, and live in a world without me."
"And if you can't get out...then it wouldn't be too bad to sleep with me."
She is very familiar with Zhao Zhukong.
She was doing what she had speculated about Zhao Zhukong.
And when she turned to leave, the solemn and solemn voice suddenly echoed in Jiang Yu's ears.
——[Kill a member of the enemy Samsara, and the Zhongzhou team will gain one point...]
Zhao Zhukong is dead.
Jiang Yu looked at the wreckage in front of him. The last blow was the bombing of Zheng Zha's Hundred Soldiers of Violent Flame. He couldn't believe it, but he had to admit what had happened.
"Just...that simple?" He frowned.
On the other side, the crisp movements of the three members of the Arctic Team interrupted him.
"We surrender!" someone from the Arctic team said.