There were thirty-five corpses lying on the blackish-red ground. Three women were surrounding a man with a white-gold shadow behind him.
"It's over?" The woman with a ponytail asked. She was panting heavily and her face was dirty.
"It's over." the purple-haired woman replied.
" But, everyone…" The ponytail girl gritted her teeth. Suddenly, a few spots on the ground were moistened and became different from the others.
"It's okay. It will live." The man said firmly.
The ponytail girl looked at him, the thing in her eyes still lingering.
"I don't like girls crying." he said with a smile.
At the same time, in the man's mind.
"Are you sure?" The platinum-colored shadow asked.
"I'm sure." he said firmly.
"Alright then." The platinum-colored shadow sighed.
Suddenly, the man's body shook, and his pupils turned platinum.
"You're back?" The black-haired woman asked.”
"I'm back, but I have to leave again." he said.
"Don't go. Stay with me, okay?”The black-haired woman's voice trembled.
"This is only a temporary solution.”he said.
"Alright, I'll wait for you." The black-haired woman smiled.
He smiled and wiped the things off her face. Then, he faced the corpses and said,""Clone!"
"What?" The ponytail woman replied unhappily.
"Take good care of their bodies and wait for my return.”he said, thinking to himself, I almost let it slip.
" Oh," the ponytail girl replied.
Then, in his mind, the man asked,"What do you mean by spilling the beans?"
" Well, because there's a high chance of failure…" the phantom replied.
"How big?"
"Eighty percent."
"Why?"
"If I want to completely revive them, I need a complete soul. Their seven souls are still there, but their three souls have scattered…"
"Just say it."
" We have to go to another world and awaken their memories before they enter a junior high school. This is the only way to awaken their memories…" The mysterious man said something to the man, then continued,""This is under the premise that you have to remember this mission.”
"Revive. It's better than nothing.”
He smiled and held the nine-colored ball of light in his hand. Just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly opened his mouth and said,"I didn't expect the higher power to be so powerful that you could actually see me.”
I was confused, not knowing what he was talking about.
"Little fairy, wake up!"
A loud voice rang in my ear.
"What? What time is it?" I narrowed my eyes and said reluctantly.
"It's nine o'clock!"
"Alright then." I opened the door and went out to wash up. As for what I dreamed of, I don't seem to remember.
"Can you be faster this time?" Dad asked as I washed my face.
"When have I not been fast!" I complained.
As everyone knows, we girls dress up very quickly, especially on important days. I really don't know why Dad said that I was slow, so he knocked on the door again.
"Little fairy, you've been dressing up for an hour. The registration is about to close!”
"Nonsense, why do I feel like only ten minutes have passed?”
"Take a look for yourself." So I looked at the clock in the room. An hour had really passed.
He had no choice but to wear it.
Looking at the person in the mirror, I smiled in satisfaction until I saw the white mark on my forehead. The person in the mirror immediately frowned. This thing was really ugly!
Fortunately, no one else could see it, unlike the two on my hands. This was the only thing I was satisfied with about the existence of these imprints.
Ah, I almost forgot! He wasn't wearing his gloves!
"Time to go!" Daddy was calling her from outside again.
I put on the gloves and looked at the mark one last time. I smiled and shook my head before walking out of the villa.
I'm seven years old this year and I'm going to attend a low-level academy. The first batch of students will have ten places to go to the Wisdom Divine Academy. With my talent and results, I think I will definitely have one of these ten places. Dad also thinks so.
"Does anyone know how to get to Bin Hong Academy?”A skinny little boy in tattered clothes was asking for directions on the street. He was about the same age as me, about seven or eight years old. The strange thing was that he had two different scabbards on his back and waist…Alright, I did have a little obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Why don't you come with us?" His father extended a sincere invitation to the boy.
He glanced at his father and his pupils suddenly constricted."You are Zhan…"
Dad waved his hand and didn't continue. I was curious. Why did he see his father…What did he want to say just now?
However, I didn't care what he said, so I didn't ask him this question on the way.
However, my father asked him a lot of questions. The strange thing was that whenever his parents were mentioned, I would always feel a faint chill. However, I felt that this was just an illusion. Look at how my father was safe and sound. Naturally, it was impossible for me to have any.
After entering the school, Dad said that he would go see the principal first and asked us to wait at the door.
While waiting, he kept staring at me, making me feel uncomfortable. So I asked,"What are you looking at?"
"Do you have a platinum mark on your head that no one else can see?"”
"You…"
He smiled faintly.”He threw the sword on his back and I caught it subconsciously.
"The sword is called the Spirit Stream. Cherish it." After saying this, he didn't say anything else. I was filled with curiosity about this sword. Why did he give this sword to me? What was the secret behind it?
And why should I accept it?
" Because you're its owner," he suddenly said as if he knew what I was thinking." Even if you want to return it, I won't accept it.”
“？”I felt very puzzled. The sword trembled gently in my hand. I even felt that it was somewhat disgusted with me. Am I really its master? What was he talking about?
However, I can't let him down. I'll accept it.
After an unknown period of time, he suddenly said,"You…"
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