Star Dome: The opening made Black Tower regret for life

Chapter 449 Countdown to the End

Theresa looked at Jiang Fan in surprise as he stood in front of her, holding a sword that was burning as if it could burn everything.

But his expression was very indifferent, as if he just casually took out a fruit knife from his bag, so normal.

"Aren't you a civil servant of the Xianzhou Alliance? Could it be that the martial arts culture of the Xianzhou Alliance is really so fierce?" Theresa said softly.

She saw that the rainwater near the observation deck was evaporating rapidly, even the process of evaporating into steam was skipped, as if the temperature was gradually rising.

"Because brandishing swords and guns is really a disgrace to society. I am a cultured person and I certainly don't want to resort to violence unless it is absolutely necessary." Jiang Fan looked at her.

"But then again, the content of the Xianzhou test is the six arts of a gentleman, not a good-for-nothing scholar. Without some strength, who would dare to go out and run around?"

"So you who claim to be weak may be the best fighter among the unknown guests in the train group? I'm very curious about what the six arts of a gentleman are in your fairy boat assessment." Theresa looked back in the direction of the theater in the distance and vaguely saw the huge body of the Qixiang Choir waving its baton.

But she was not impatient, nor did she panic. She just looked up silently and stared into Jiang Fan's eyes, as if she was really curious about what the so-called six arts of a gentleman were.

"For example, 'Dragon does not speak strangely and powerfully' means that the Dragon Ancestor does not want to talk, and uses strange powers to beat those who question him into insanity." Jiang Fan shrugged, "And 'Since you are here, you should be buried here', which means that since you are here, you should be buried here."

"Very impressive, worthy of being the Immortal Boat Alliance." Theresa said softly, "Mr. Gopher always said that I was lazy before. Lazy children are not liked by others, but I am the most talented, even more talented than Sunday."

She stood on tiptoes to bring her forehead closer to Jiang Fan, but no matter how high she raised her tiptoes, in the end it was only barely at the height of Jiang Fan's chest.

Jiang Fan looked down at the smooth jade forehead and the thin, slightly curly hair. He wanted to reach out and touch it gently, but he didn't. He just smiled.

He felt relieved, thinking that Theresa had already realized what she was doing.

After all, even if they were in a different time and space, her name was still Theresa, and she had already possessed a consciousness far beyond that of ordinary people. Theresa also smiled, revealing her jade-like teeth.

Neither of them spoke. The rain was getting heavier. The rain near them was quickly evaporated by the flames of the skyfire. Some rain fell silently beside them, then evaporated into mist and quickly dissipated.

Theresa took one last look in the direction of the Grand Theater. The rain separated her from Sunday, and also separated Jiang Fan and Xing and the others, as if they were separated by a world.

"Do we really have to change this place?" Theresa asked in a hoarse voice.

"I passed by the hotel lobby and saw people immersed in their dreams." Jiang Fan tilted his head and looked at the theater in the distance, his pupils becoming brighter and brighter. "Everything in the dream is good, and people are the protagonists living in their own dreams, but there is no freedom. The inflated desires make even dreams bottomless."

"Do you really want this scene to continue?" Jiang Fan asked.

"It's okay, if this is the paradise we expected." Theresa said softly.

"Oh?"

"If you want to end everything, then come and kill me. I hid the star core." Theresa pointed to her chest, "It's right here."

Theresa, who was at the center of the storm, became more and more divine, her eyes brighter than ever before, with the majesty of a star god. The cross on her wrist danced wildly in the wind, and her aura filled the entire Pinocchio.

They looked at each other. Jiang Fan stood quietly in the rain, and Theresa's head was overhead with a sky like a storm. The whole world gradually became dark, but the pupils of the two people became brighter and brighter.

This was a fateful clash between order and immortality. Jiang Fan's pupils lit up, and ferocious dragon horns extended from both sides of his forehead. Theresa's long skirt fluttered, and her bracelet made a crisp sound.

The raindrops fell on the two hot bodies, evaporated and turned into white mist, which was dissipated by the wind.

Jiang Fan walked closer step by step until he was beside Theresa. He stood there, staring into Theresa's eyes for a long time, and Theresa was also looking at him.

The two of them had never stared at each other so seriously before, and now they were both seizing the last moment.

Theresa suddenly understood that Jiang Fan's words were the biggest lie in the world.

The resurrected ancient god disguised himself as a weak scholar who was powerless and witnessed the revival of the power of order in Pinocchio.

Compared to this, her lies seemed insignificant, even trivial.

Theresa slowly raised her arms, and Jiang Fan stared at her straight, because the aura emanating from Theresa was a terrifying aura, somewhere between an angry beast and divinity.

He couldn't be sure whether the next person to look him in the eye would be Theresa or Taichi. Compared with Theresa's current aura, the so-called Chorus Dominicus was more like a lifeless big toy.

Theresa slowly looked up at the sky and let out a long breath, which was a light blue-green in the rain.

She lowered her head, glanced at the theater from afar, then stared into Jiang Fan's eyes. There was a golden glow in her pupils, and a cold look in her eyes.

......

At the same time, on the other side is the Pinocchio Theater.

Xing really wanted to curse her mother in her heart. Even though she didn't have a mother, she couldn't help but feel full of resentment and complaints.

I thought the coming Sunday would be the same old story, but who knew that this guy was like a chicken with blood injected, and his strength should have been so strong that Ao Shuang shot through his dream of order.

But who knew that this guy's magical power has greatly improved, and he can actually suppress them and beat them, and he still has a lot of strength left.

Even the black hole created by Uncle Yang's hands could be handled with ease, not to mention that damn baton and its disgusting characteristics.

The initial lofty ambition and heroism had been almost completely exhausted in the battle with Sunday, and now the only thing left in his mind was the thought of "Where is Jiang Fan?"

He even wanted to slide directly behind Jiang Fan, high-five him, and then say loudly that we two brothers are here, so why should we be afraid of a mere choir!

Holding the baton gently waved by Sunday, Xing was as agile as a wild monkey in the mountains, dodging left and right.

As the sky was turning, it was suddenly covered with dark clouds. The already dark sky became even darker, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Xing subconsciously looked up at the sky, only to find a feather falling lightly, creating a hole in the dark night sky, and light shining in.