He saw it, Su Ying’s expression at the last mont, she was clearly scared with a pale face, cold sweat covering her forehead, yet at the very end, she bowed her head and hugged him tightly, showing him a smile like always at that mont.
"Qiye, Xiaomai, mom loves you..." she whispered near his ear, at that mont a beam of light descended from the sky, everything was swallowed together with the mother’s gentle words in a world like extre daylight.
Gu Qiye couldn’t open his eyes, couldn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything, only felt the figure he was holding tightly was disappearing.
He reached out at the last mont, only to grasp a void.
...
When he opened his eyes again, Gu Qiye’s black pupils reflected the scenery above the sky.
The teors had already penetrated the clouds, reaching the peak of the island, then split apart, transforming into thousands of light beams scattering across the island.
Just like five years ago.
Exactly the sa.
"I originally didn’t want to use this puppet." The Father of Puppets pressed his hands on the shoulders of the boy in the restraint suit and tilted his head, "This way, the entire deserted island will be destroyed."
"Father..." Gu Qiye lowered his voice.
"I know." Gu Zhuo Case rasped.
Almost at the sa mont, Gu Qiye and Gu Zhuo Case sprang from the ground like two beasts bursting into a frenzy, hysterically running forward!
The forr transford into a rampant lightning bolt, galloping in the air, tearing through sandstorms, directly targeting the feet of the chanical Buddha;
The latter raised his cloak high, lifted his right arm, the pointer of the distant clock tower violently spun. The pointer landed on the "12 o’clock" position, Gu Zhuo Case’s figure shot up like an arrow!
Ti stood still at this mont, all things ceased to breathe, everything silent.
In an instant, Gu Zhuo Case arrived in front of the chanical Buddha, a fist covered in rcury color fiercely smashed into its weakest arm, dismantling it, then he spun once in mid-air, a flash of cold silver light sliced off the other arm of the chanical Buddha.
Both arms spectacularly broke, collapsed, and fell in the rcury world.
Gu Zhuo Case stood still on the chest of the chanical Buddha like a beast, grabbing its two arms by hand, scread at the sky, then furiously bowed his head, thrusting the two broken arms into the chest of the chanical Buddha in one breath!
"Boom—!"
The two sharp and thick broken arms, one up, one down, directly pierced the beating tal heart of the Buddha, countless steam and gears spurted out.
At the mont the heart shattered, the entire chanical Buddha was rapidly heating up, its surface visibly turning red.
Gu Zhuo Case’s body fell helplessly to the ground from mid-air, he raised his eyes to look at the young man cloaked in black lightning, hoarsely murmured:
"It’s up to you... Qiye."
Ti resud its flow, Gu Qiye beca a lightning bolt running along the body of the chanical Buddha upwards, currents frenziedly poured from his hands, rging into two chaotic swords!
Like fire wildly ferocious, yet like water gently soothing, deep blue and pitch black woven and throbbed on the sword body, arcs instantly filled Gu Qiye’s entire body, lighting up his pupils.
At this mont, he understood the true use of his superpower, combining the two currents within his body—the softness of the deep blue current and the ferocity of the pitch black current.
When the two rged at that instant, the efficiency of electricity utilization reached its peak, no longer dispersing recklessly outward, but concentrating all the power, finally the black current would ignite the blue current.
At this ti, the blue-black intertwined lightning suddenly contracted, focused at the tip of the sword.
In the silent world, he ran silently, crossing over the feet of the chanical Buddha, running upwards along its waist, crossing over its shattered chest.
For so reason...
Gu Qiye felt like ti in his eyes was passing very slowly, very slowly...
At this mont countless teor beams were falling from the sky, the night being dyed into daylight, even the clear brilliance of the moon lost its color.
Just like five years ago.
But at that ti, Gu Qiye was only holding his sister, curled powerlessly in the corner of the living room, watching the teors outside the window getting closer and closer to the ground.
He is not like that anymore.
He is no longer the sa.
For five years he has been running every step, never stopping, he runs faster, even a hundred tis, a thousand tis, ten thousand tis faster than the teor descending from the sky. So, no longer needing to curl up in his mother’s arms, nor needing to watch the most important person die in front of him.
"These five years..." Gu Qiye ran upward like a beast, ferociously staring at the Father of Puppets’ face.
At this mont, the lightning had already run to the chanical Buddha’s shoulder, close to the Father of Puppets. The Father of Puppets still placed his hands on the shoulders of the boy in the restraint suit.
In this apocalyptic world, the two t gazes.
"Do you think I’ve been doing nothing these five years——!" Gu Qiye’s roar tore through a mont of silence.
He roared, raged! Stabbed forward with his hand knife composed of the five fingers of his right hand, the fused lightning extended forward along the fingertips, as if pointing straight to the end of the world, finally forming the sharpest spear to pierce through the invisible light screen barrier in front of the boy in the restraint suit!
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