This battle is really too dreamy, and everyone watching the battle is a little confused.

Even Purgatory Kyojurou was somewhat unresponsive!

He didn't expect that the winding three-way seat can overcome the weakness of the neck.

What was even more unexpected was that Yiwozuo would choose...suicide!

Xing Shoulang also felt the overflowing sadness on Yi Woza's body.

But he doesn't sympathize with ghosts!

Yiwozuo, as the third stringer, has no idea how many human beings have been slaughtered over the past few hundred years.

But the recovery power of the winding is really not enough. The body was shattered by the blast, and the Yiwo seat, where every bone was exposed, actually recovered from the injury in just a few breaths.

Even the head began to regenerate constantly!

"Enough, stop, don't regenerate!"

"The winner is already divided, and it's me who loses. The moment my head is chopped off, I'm completely defeated!"

In Yi Wozuo's mind, the figure of Muye could not help but emerge. He was so calm and calm, even if he was reborn, so what?

Can this man kill him again at will?

The power of Makino was beyond his imagination.

Luo Zhen predicted the action, but he couldn't avoid the attack. He regenerated it a hundred times, and it was still the same.

After living for so long, only in Heishie Mou and Lord Wumai did Yiwozu feel this kind of bearing.

In addition, he didn't want to see Lianxue cry anymore.

What he didn't want to see even more was that Lianxue begged in a low voice.

At this time, Yi Wozuo understood his father who committed suicide by hanging himself.

He hasn't given birth to the point where he wants to see Lianxue crying and begging in a low voice!

Feeling that the head was still regenerated by instinct, Yi Wozu stopped.

"Enough. It's over, I want to go to hell!"

The cells stopped squirming and began to disintegrate gradually. Yi Wozuo came to his father's soul and said with concern, "Dad, are you all right? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

Yiwoza's father said cheerfully, "It's okay, Komaji, thank you..."

Yi Wozu knelt down with a plop, "I'm sorry, Dad, I'm sorry. I couldn't do it all over again, I couldn't do it!"

"it does not matter."

The Komaji in the eyes of Yiwozu's father is still the kind and caring Komaji!

He stroked the severed head of Yiwoza, just as he stroked the eleven-year-old Komaji.

Qingzang stroked the head of Yiwozuo and said with a smile, "No matter what you become, a son is a son, and a disciple is a disciple. Death will never abandon you!"

"Although there is no way to take you to heaven, let's go to **** together!"

Yi Wozu wept.

It turned out that his father and master never gave up on him!

However, at this moment, Yi Wozu suddenly felt that his hair was caught.

Yi Woza saw it... Guiwu Tsuji is no miserable!

Is it because of the cells in his body that Lord Wumisui has left in his body!

Wu Mian tugged at Yi Wozu's hair and said coldly, "Don't you want to become stronger? Are you finished like this? Yi Wozu!"

Under the baptism of no miserable cells, Yi Wozu's just-recovered humanity was instantly shattered.

"Yes, I want to become stronger!"

"What if the neck is cut off? Win or lose, it doesn't matter, I'm going to kill everyone!"

"I can still become stronger, I must abide by the promise!"

However, at this moment, Yi Wozu felt his cheeks being held by a pair of hands.

"Mr. Komaji, thank you, enough is enough!"

"Enough, enough!"

Lianxue had a peaceful smile on her face.

Yi Wozuo almost forgot, how many years he has not seen Lianxue's smile.

And at this moment, the shadow of Oni Mai Tsuji no miserable reappeared in his mind.

"Yiwozuo!"

Wu Mian's voice is very cold and majestic!

Yi Wozu clearly remembers that every time Lord Wumisu makes such a voice, it means that he is... angered!

The irritated Lord Wumis is terrifying!

As the creation of Lord Wuxian, he has no freedom to refute.

But this time, Yi Wozu didn't want to pay attention.

Because Lianxue's smile and voice have filled his brain, heart, eyes, and even all the corners of his body.

Now, in his body, there is no place where no miserable cells can stay!

Yi Wozu burst into tears, and all the ghost features on his body began to fade.

The soul of Yiwozu has found himself again.

Embracing Ryuki, Komaji burst into tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I couldn't protect you, I'm sorry!"

"At the critical moment, I'm no longer by your side, I'm sorry!"

"The promise, none of the promises could be fulfilled, sorry!"

"Forgive me, forgive me, please, forgive me!"

Rianxue hugged Komaji tightly, "It's great that you can think of us; it's really great that you can become the original Mr. Komaji."

"Welcome back, dear!"

Lianxue sheds happy tears.

The redeemed Komaji shouted to his father's soul, "I'm back, Dad!"

Father smiled and greeted, "Yo, I'm back!"

Yi Wozu also laughed.

Because the father who welcomed him back was healthy and was no longer sick in bed.

"Master, I'm back."

The master smiled foolishly, "Welcome back."

Holding Lianxue's hand and looking at his father and master, Komaji felt very happy and satisfied.

Makino was caught off guard by feeding him a mouthful of dog food, showing endless love, it was really enough!

Makino thought for a while, and came to the side of Yanzhu Yanzhu Purgatory Kyojurou.

"Brother, can I ask you one thing?"

After a while of whispering, Purgatory Kyojuro understood what Makino meant.

He looked at Muye, and then at Yiwozuo~lightnovelpub.net~ which had begun to dissipate, and sighed.

"Okay, please feel free to leave it to me!"

Shortly after Xingjurou left, Komaji looked at Makino and said gratefully, "Mr. Ghost Hunter, I am beginning to believe that you are not a water column. Now I am a soul, and I did not specifically show up, but you still look at me. To all of us...you are special!"

"My name is Muye."

When Makino didn't answer the question, Komaji was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed.

Because, he once asked what kind of pillar Muye was, but Muye refused to tell him!

But now, Muye told him.

This represents a kind of... approval of Makino!

Komaji is very happy.

Komaji said solemnly, "Mr. Makino, you are really powerful, and even subverted my understanding of human beings. In you, I even feel the smell of Shang Xian Yi Hei Death Mou."

Muye tilted his head and said, "Is it just Black Death Mou?"

Komaji laughed dumbly, he was really confident!

However, Makino has the qualifications to be confident.

"Sorry, I can't comprehend the power of Onimai Tsuji. I won't die if my head is chopped off, and I definitely won't die."

"The other thing is, Mr. Makino, you haven't awakened the streaks yet, and you haven't stepped into the supreme realm—penetrating the world."

"And in these two fields, Black Death Mou has achieved it. As for Wumiserable, it must have surpassed this realm. Otherwise, Black Death Mou would not have such respect for Wumiserable!"

Makino pondered.

He was fighting with Yiwozuo, the abilities of Erdao and Gravity Fruit were useless, and he had quite a lot of trump cards.

But the judgment that Yi Wozu gave him was that he had the smell of black death...

He has to continue to grow in a wretched manner!