Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei’s Growth Life Simulator

See Li Yi early, "Memory of death\

,"The wind was surging over the isolated island, the gray-yellow beach was ebbing and flowing, the fishy sea water was hitting my face, and the smell of blood was hidden in the air.

When Zao Jian Liyi opened her eyes, she found herself in a place she would never forget in her life - the small island of blood that was like a poisonous place.

With a confused look on her face, she was at a loss. She subconsciously touched her throat, but found that although she had feelings, she could not control this body.

"I, I remember." Even the sound could not come out through this body, it could only resound deep in the soul.

She remembers...she's dead, right?

Thoughts flickered, and the last clear image in his mind was that of a silver squirrel face stained red with blood.

So, hell after death

Zao Jian Liyi looked around blankly, is this here? She has been here for three years and it is a very familiar place!

Rustling!

Suddenly, there were ups and downs of struggling and twisting under the body, and a strangled whimpering sound came from the ears.

There is something! Under her!

"I'm sorry! I just want to live." The lips of the body he was in moved uncontrollably. Zao Liyi lowered his head subconsciously, only to see his own hands squeezing Yilu's neck.

The child's face was bruised and he was blinking in pain. His hands were scratching in a panic and helplessly, leaving blood red.

She could remember that face unmistakably—it was her own face!

See Li Yi’s face early!

But if the person below is Hayami Riyi, who is she?

For a moment, she only felt that the scene in front of her was somewhat familiar.

Suddenly, the girl beneath her seemed to have regained her sanity. She pushed back her struggling hands, and when she was about to die, she burst out with terrifying power, overturning the person who had the absolute advantage!

"It's really familiar."

The world was spinning, the offense and defense were reversed, Hayami Riyi was thrown to the ground and murmured.

She couldn't help but lose consciousness as she looked at the scene in front of her.

The 12-year-old girl who was riding on her bit her lip hard. With red and purple handprints on her neck, she didn't even have time to gasp, so she picked up the broken glass on one side and held it high, hesitating for a moment.

"I want to live too!" She choked and murmured. She did not shed tears, but instead, sharp and transparent tears fell!

Bright red spray dyes the red-gray beach.

Severe pain bloomed in the wounds!

Suffocation flooded into my mind, and the passing vitality was draining every ounce of strength from my body.

The pain is comparable to the pain of committing suicide before coming here.

It was a desperate scene, but Hayami Riyi, who had already tasted death once, didn't care.

She just stared blankly at her young self who was riding on her, constantly raising her hands and lowering them, murmuring that she was sorry and wanted to live.

The face was stained with bloodstains, one drop, one bunch, one patch at a time.

This place, this weather, this character, this language, everything is so familiar!

The sound of the waves of the sea, the coldness of the sand, the heat of the blood, and even the lines on the glass that deprive people of life are the same as the memories that are constantly replayed every night.

Although the angle is different, Hayajian Liyi seems to be the last person to be killed, but the twisting and rolling sky in the sky that he can see now is similar to what he saw when he was the first person to kill. Exactly the same.

The first person he killed? ? ?

In the pain of dying, Riyi Hayami slowly widened her eyes,

correct! correct!

So she is here now?

Salsa!

Broken glass soaked in blood fell on the beach, and Hayami Riyi tasted death bit by bit eroding her life, and her eyes gradually lost their luster.

In the end, she stared closely at her young self, and from those small and lifeless eyes, she determined whose body her soul was now in.

That bleeding face, that face that was gradually losing its vitality, that familiar face, and that familiar curly hair - I seemed to have become one! became

Pain and suffocation, death and darkness follow one after another.

His thoughts were interrupted, and Li Yi closed his eyes, but another person's ethereal voice came to his ears.

"It was really unimaginable at that time,"

The wind was surging over the isolated island, the gray-yellow beach was ebbing and flowing, the fishy sea water was hitting my face, and the smell of blood was hidden in the air.

White and black intersect, and in a new reincarnation, Zaijian Liyi is back here again, squeezing her childhood self with both hands.

Familiar yet unfamiliar voices came along with the sea breeze, and transparent shadows crouched beside the two of them.

A curly-haired girl looked at the two of them, or rather at this person.

Facing the vicissitudes of the 17-year-old soul and the immature face of the 12-year-old, she clicked her tongue.

"Why did you let me kill you, Liyi, Liyi, I really underestimated you at that time." - That was the first life that Hayao Liyi finally took during his extreme struggle, it was the voice of the undead!

The words of the undead are filled with waves of regret, and the rolling waves are mixed with bubbles of self-deprecation and helplessness.

The bubbles burst, and a slight salty sea breeze blew up, embodying endless complex emotions of unwillingness, anger, relief, resignation, and even happiness! No one can tell, no one can understand!

Plop! Sand and gravel stab the back!

The confused 17-year-old soul was once again knocked down by the young 12-year-old face, and the long piece of glass was about to fall into the throat again.

Yeah? Does the so-called hell mean replacing the dead and constantly experiencing the pain of the killings you have committed?

The so-called hell is death! die! die! Will this process continue continuously?

Thinking that she was dead, Hayami Riyi closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate, and quietly waited for the next sanction to come.

The pain did not come for a long time.

Time and space stopped like this, it was the judge's choice.

"You kill me once, and I'll kill you once, that's enough." The curly-haired girl grabbed the hand of 12-year-old Hayami Riyi.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar 17-year-old soul in her body, she chuckled with complicated emotions.

"OK, Li Yi, we are settled."

"Rather than watch you die over and over again"

"I want to see more now how you will live in the future." The curly-haired girl closed her eyes and shook her head, shouting freely,

"Next stop!"

The scene was shattered, and a young girl could be seen picking up the broken glass and leaving small bloody footprints on the beach.

She still didn't cry, she just kept mumbling, "I want to live too, I want to live too."

"sorry Sorry."

The sea breeze rotates the sand grains,

The eyes of the curly-haired girl who died on the beach were closed.

The clouds and mist in the sky that no longer rolled in the sea of ​​lightless eyes may be the forgiveness she could not let go of.

"Memory of Death", the first undead, 1 time.

It's midnight,

The young Hayami Riyi held the glass, appeared silently behind the boy who was setting the trap, covered his mouth and cut his throat, all in one go!

The blood smudged, and under the cold moonlight, the greasy mist dispersed.

"I'm sorry, I want to live too." She still didn't shed tears, her last parting words to "herself" who collapsed on the ground without any struggle.

"Look! Li Yi is very talented, isn't he?" The curly-haired girl looked at the trap boy who appeared next to her, and provocatively said with a pursed lips, "By the way, the trap you set at that time was not aimed at me, right?"

"It's not important," the boy said silently, wondering if he was feeling depressed in his heart, "We are already dead."

"Tch, you're still so boring!" The curly-haired girl hugged the boy's back and raised her eyebrows at the girl who disappeared deep in the jungle. "Li Yi is very gentle, isn't she? Unlike me, when you die, you should You don’t feel much pain, do you?”

"That's not important." The boy unconsciously touched his throat. He died too quickly and there was really no pain. "I told you we are already dead."

"Then tell me something important?" The curly-haired girl blinked and chuckled, "How long do you plan to let her stay at your stop?"

"It doesn't matter. I told you we are dead." The boy yawned, "I just want to get back to where I should be as soon as possible."

"So?" The curly-haired girl raised her eyebrows.

"So the next stop is ready?" the boy said angrily. He had already died once, why is this guy still so clingy?

"Good! Long time no see, you have great spirit!" The girl gestured with her thumbs and took out a deck of playing cards, "Would you like to play the ghost card?"

"I said, we are already dead, all this is unnecessary." The boy was so angry that he wanted to jump. He had been like this since before. He was most annoyed by this woman.

"Same as before," the curly-haired girl whispered softly, as if talking in her sleep, interrupting the boy's words and thoughts again,

"Would you like to play?" His eyes were filled with moonlight.

The immature syllables of "play" echo helplessly in the night sky.

There is a smile on the corner of the mouth that no longer needs to kill each other.

"Memory of Death", the second undead, 1 time.

The 12-year-old face broke the neck fiercely and quickly, leaving no room for the person in front of him to struggle. The pain disappeared in an instant, and he died without realizing it.

The long-haired girl was so angry that she thought she would have to do it a few more times to vent her anger!

But she saw the two people in front of her, one smiling and the other cold, staring at her without exception, shaking their sharp blades and unopened playing cards.

"Damn! I'm so convinced by you!" The long-haired girl spat and grabbed the playing cards angrily, "I know it, can't you?"

"Next stop!"

"Memory of Death", the third undead, once.

"Next stop."

"Next stop."

Either helpless, relieved, or not caring at all.

The people who died on the island, without exception, did not start a second time.

Compared to the pain of punishment, without the mission that only one person can survive, people like them may care more about the word "reunion".

This time, no one is forcing them!

This time, "Ninja's House" will not be fake.

"Memory of Death", the seventh undead, once.

"Memory of Death", the eighth soul of the dead,

The cozy cabin, the baby crying loudly under the bed, the "seniors" who heard the sound, stared at him eagerly, thinking interestingly about the means of torture and fun.

But all I heard was a click!

The 12-year-old Hayami Riyi turned around with a cold face and broke the delicate neck without any hesitation.

"Tsk, it's indeed the product of that plan. It's just like a machine." The senior snorted disdainfully, turned around and left. He picked up the bloody knife and kicked the woman beside him, only to see that her face was cut into a piece of blood. Mud - Cruel means.

Little did they know that the seven souls were looking at the "executioner" in front of them in bewilderment, unable to believe it.

Tears fell on the forehead of the dead child.

My shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, but I didn't dare to let out a sob - suppressed emotions!

"Isn't it? Li Yi is crying?" The curly-haired girl was shocked and threw the card casually, "Two!"

"Tch," the long-haired girl rolled her eyes in anger, "You didn't even shed a single tear when you killed us all? Now you're being hypocritical."

"Come on, if you are the one who survives, will you cry for us?" The trap boy glanced at her, his face relaxed slightly, and murmured softly, "Of course, you are not missing from those tears."

"Hey~, it's so disgusting!" The long-haired girl shuddered.

"But," she hid the unspoken whisper in her heart.

"Bomb!" The boy holding the "Facially Paralyzed Cat" silently threw out four cards and wrote the words "Annoying" and "Tough Mouthed" on the foreheads of the curly-haired girl and the long-haired girl.

The men and women behind him shrugged, accidentally seeing the words on each other's foreheads again, burst into laughter, and everything became a mess!

The scene shattered again, and the curly-haired girl had a doll in her arms.

Baby Gu Lugulu rolled his eyes, becoming more and more spiritual, as if he had grown up in an instant after a life that was originally undestined.

Then, in the surprised eyes of the seven "ninjas", she pointed at the 12-year-old girl and 17-year-old "baby" in front of her, and spoke babblingly,

"Next stop!"

"Memory of Death", the eighth undead, 1 time.

Compared with the bloody and negative scenes in Red Word, in the realm of crime and punishment, the real experiences of the eight undead are a bit more tender.

Eight passes at once complicated Lu Mingfei's expression.

He remained silent and refused to comment. He just chose to watch quietly as the situation changed and normalized.

In Chunni, a family of three died in an outing car accident. The hot and scalding death lasted nine times. In five of them, the mother was hysterically yelling why she had to take her child with her.

But in the end, with the gradual return of reason, she chose to hold her child and husband in her arms and skip it.

Compared to another person's suggestion of letting their family of three drown in the water, the instant explosion set up by Hayashi Riyi at least did not cause any pain to their children.

In Xia Chan, the brother and sister whose lives were deprived of life by bullets repeated the bloody moment seven times!

Six of them were caused by a boy who was angry and unspeakable. He didn't know what kind of mood he was in. He finally chose to give up because of the curly-haired girl's popular science sophistry.

What kind of shooting doesn't make people feel the slightest pain and has no punitive effect at all? Why waste time here?

What are you talking about? Don’t you think Li Yi is very gentle? At least I didn't torture you?

What do you mean, your sister is a girl who only uses it once, and now she is here, why do you, a big man, have to be so petty?

If you really want to avenge your sister, letting Li Yi live and destroying the Lao Shizi organization is the best choice!

The trap boy rolled his eyes speechlessly, feeling that she was born in the wrong place.

With this mouth, it would be a pity not to do stand-up comedy.

What kind of pervert?

Who would have thought of this? There is a single pusher from Zaijianliyi among the undead?