In Soul Society, love and bond begin

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The look he gave Fujimiya Makoto became more and more surprised and doubtful.

What on earth is going on with his ability?!

Fujimiya Makoto still had a gentle smile on his face:

"Should I have said that?"

"There are as many ways to kill you as you want."

"in addition..."

"I suggest you take a look at your face."

Louise subconsciously turned her head and used a long knife standing there as a mirror to look at her own face.

I saw a dark ink-colored stroke appear on her cheek at some point.

Draw a faint horizontal line.

Although she didn't know what the purpose of this mark was, the moment she saw it, Louise couldn't help but feel a strong sense of crisis in her heart.

It seems that if this trace is left as it is, something extremely terrible will definitely happen.

What does the King's Game mean?

What happens to the loser?

This cowardly thought subconsciously arose in Louise's mind.

But the next moment, she immediately put this thought behind her.

"Don't think you can play with me!"

"Since your ability is this 'world'..."

"Then just wipe it out completely!"

Louise raised her voice, and her tone, originally arrogant and contemptuous, finally rose uncontrollably, and the single wing behind her also burned and expanded, further bursting out with all her spiritual pressure.

The woman in pure white stood there with her arms outstretched, her slender hands completely surrounded by white flames.

"Erase it!"

Louise shouted a harsh voice.

Standing in front of her, Fujimiya Makoto could clearly feel the invisible wave spreading continuously in all directions.

Weapons, corpses, desert, soil, stones...

Everything collapsed and disintegrated in this invisible force, like a dandelion blown by a hurricane, fluttering up and dispersing into shattered gray smoke.

In an instant, the area within a radius of several hundred meters centered on the two of them disappeared.

All the 'existence' reflected in the two people's vision was completely wiped out by this unreasonable power, turning into the purest nothingness.

"thump."

Louise fell to her knees, gasping for breath as she felt the immense spiritual pressure draining from her body.

Perhaps, only the small piece of ground under my feet still exists, right?

How would you deal with this? Death!

With this thought in mind, a smile slowly appeared on Louise's stiff face and she raised her head towards the front.

However, when she raised her head, she saw Fujimiya Makoto standing calmly in front of her.

Louise's gaze seemed to pause.

There was a hint of bewilderment on his face.

It's not just Fujimiya Makoto.

The surrounding ground, corpses, weapons...

Nothing has changed.

"How is this going?"

This low question, like a soliloquy, ultimately only received a response from Fujimiya Makoto.

"Should I have said that, ma'am?"

Fujimiya Makoto reached out his hand, gently lifted her chin, and helped her lift it up so that she could meet his eyes that were colder than steel.

"Now, it's 'my rules of the game'."

His voice fell.

The blade in his hand showed no mercy and stabbed straight into Louise's chest, leaving a trail of blood.

Louise's whole body seemed to stiffen for a moment.

When the blade was pulled out, there was still no mark left on her body.

There is an additional vertical stroke on the surface.

Until this moment, Louise finally began to feel a sense of urgency in her heart.

"no!"

"If this continues..."

"He will definitely die miserably!"

Although I don't know what the 'result' will be, it will definitely not be comfortable.

Thinking of this, dozens of meridian traces composed entirely of spirit particles suddenly extended from the surface of Louise's skin. With the blessing of a single wing, both her physical fitness and the total amount of spiritual pressure were greatly improved.

She suddenly rushed to the side, grabbing a katana that was still shining with cold light.

"Are you finally cheering up?"

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the woman in front of him calmly with a faint smile:

"But even something like a knife."

"It's not like you can just pick it up and kill people."

As he finished speaking, he easily dodged Louise's full-strength stabbing blade by moving sideways.

As they passed each other, the large sword in his hand swung from bottom to top.

Cut in half!

Louise rolled to the ground with a dull thud.

A third line of handwriting appeared on the pretty face.

"This kind of thing..."

"What kind of rules are these?"

If a person is suddenly stripped of the side of herself that she is best at and the rest is exposed to others, then no matter how messed up she looks, it is not worth being surprised.

However, the pure white woman in front of him still seemed to feel nothing. After her body was fully recovered, she immediately struggled to get up from the ground and rushed towards Fujimiya Makoto again and again.

Until the moment of the fifth death.

The word "positive" finally appeared on her face.

At that moment, Louise's entire body was completely frozen.

Unable to move.

Chapter 137 Erase It

What happened?

Until her body fell into a state of 'stillness' as if time had stopped, Louise was unable to understand what was happening to her.

The will has completely lost control over the body.

He could only stand there stiffly, watching Fujimiya Makoto approach step by step.

"Old fogies like you probably haven't heard of the so-called 'King's Game', right?"

Fujimiya Makoto's voice was very soft, and his fingertips gently lifted Louise's chin, which had delicate skin and clear contours, forcing her to look at him.

"This is a stupid game where, once the conditions are met, you can issue 'absolutely mandatory orders' to other players in the 'game'."

"And in this game, the condition for achieving a mandatory order is..."

"Kill five enemies."

"And then... the losers eat dust."

Almost at the same time as Fujimiya Makoto finished speaking.

One by one, petrified hands suddenly rose from the ground.

He gripped Louise's slender limbs tightly.

The pair of porcelain-white eyes like crescent moons suddenly widened, and when they looked at Fujimiya Makoto, a strong look of disbelief immediately appeared in their eyes, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"You can't kill me!!"

Driven by unknown fear, Louise's arrogant and beautiful face revealed an almost ferocious expression that she could not help but shout incoherently, yet she looked so fragile.

When Fujimiya Makoto heard her voice, a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes."

"Who can make a dead person die again?"

"To be honest, even now, I'm not sure I can kill you with this Zanpakutō of mine."

"but......"

"If I bring you back to life, will you thank me?"

"Mrs. Louise."

Hearing Fujimiya Makoto's voice, the pure white woman in front of him seemed to freeze in an instant.

Fujimiya Makoto's smile became increasingly bright and dazzling, like an innocent, sunny boy who was unaware of the dangers of the world.

"Three thousand times more sensitive..."

"A living body."

At that moment, Louise's heart suddenly felt like it was plunging into an ice cellar.