– The future view.

The ability to see the future trend of the time range has not yet been determined, no matter what kind of attack the opponent takes, can see through the ability in advance.

That’s the ability of Pan-Dora.

This is called predicting the future.

What is the most distant future for mankind?

– to die.

In any case, there is no escape from the final future.

In terms of ability, Pan-Dora is indeed a foul level.

However, the price of using this pure star-like arm is to experience your own death in your dreams.

Sick to death.

The old death.

Hungry.

Frozen to death.

Burned.

been killed.

These deaths will be reproduced in the dream through the power of Pan-Dora, and given to the user.

Therefore, people who use Pan-Dora will have to experience their own death in their dreams every day.

Such an outcome has no second meaning other than the unimaginable horror and suffering.

At this moment, Fang is trapped in such a senseless death.

I don't know if Pan-Dora is really very Italian-Chinese relationship, in the moment when it fell into the palm of the square, this extremely bad pure star-like armed force forcibly dragged Fangli into the dream, and has been showing a variety of deaths in the square.

In addition to being killed by Shirway at the beginning, Fang Li later experienced various deaths that were killed by Fan Xinglu, killed by Zhao Hufeng, killed by Thursili, killed by the brothers and sisters of Li, and even killed by the students of the boundary dragon.

Then Pan-Dora began to die again in disguise as the rest of the giver.

He was killed by his opponent at the Star Festival.

A storm drowned in the sea.

He was caught alive in the explosion.

They live on the streets of the city of war and starve to death.

Even sudden accidents in the course of practice have no cause for sudden death.

A kind of death, successively came to the body of the square, torturing the body and mind of the human body.

However, in the face of all this, Fangli is like an observer, with unimaginable calm, silently experience.

And as the experience progresses, the feeling in the square is generated.

“It’s too small...”

Yes.

It's too small.

Sickness?

“But to die...”

Old death?

“But to die...”

Hungry?

“But to die...”

Freezing to death?

“But to die...”

been killed?

“In the end, it’s just the death of me.”

Is death that way?

“Isn’t that so?”

At least, in the world of cracked lines that have been watched countless times, human death is only the most small part.

“My words, but I have seen a more intense and broader death...”

The death of man.

The death of things.

The death of illness.

The death of superpowers.

The death of all things has been seen and even understood.

In contrast to this, what is the death of a person?

So, Fang is entitled to say so.

“It’s too small...”

In the endless darkness, in his own dream, he slowly raised his head.

The ice-blue eye appeared in his eyes.

The sharp dagger was held in his hand.

“Real death should be like this.”

The cracked death line appeared like a crack in front of the square.

That is the death of the dream.

“That’s called death...”

In the moment of the speech fell, the dagger in Fang's hand followed the cracked dead line and slowly cut past.

“The thump—”

With the sound of glass breaking, the dark dream was resolutely shattered.

It was killed.

...

“—”

Outside the dream, before the school gate, a silent scream sounded like an ultrasound, extremely abrupt.

The double-edged hand that was tightly held in the square, and the dazzling red light that was still blooming a second before, like a pair of demonic eyeballs, as if they had suffered some kind of stimulation, they could not keep blinking.

“Oh?”

“What happened?”

Watching this scene with his own eyes, Fan Xinglu and Claudia were surprised.

At this moment, although no real voice was heard, neither Fan Xinglu nor Claudia heard a cry.

It was a cry from Pan-Dora.

The sadness was full of fear.

The sadness was full of fear.

It was as if he had seen something very terrible, Pan-Dora uttered a silent scream and then shook it.

That performance, even Fan Xinglu and Claudia can see.

Pan-Dora wanted to open her hand.

Like trying to break free from the shackles of a terrible monster, full of panic.

As someone who actually held this pair of pure star-like arms, Claudia understood Pan-Dora's performance for the first time.

“Is he afraid?”

Claudia could not help but start to shock.

Afraid?

Is Pandora afraid?

The Pan-Dora, who has been enjoying the death of the holder and has been giving the holder various experiences of death, is actually afraid?

“How...”

In the low voice of Claudia, in front of him, the eyelids of the demon-shaped double-edged trembling in his hand, slowly opened his eyes.

“The buzz—”

The demon’s double-edgedness trembled even more.

Feeling the shock from the hands above the shock, Fang looked down, looking at Pan-Dora, there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, saying such a word.

“But that is.”

After that, Fang Lili threw the double-edged blades directly back to Claudia.

Claudiaton, subconsciously took Pan-Dora into his hand.

“The—”

The demonic double blade immediately seemed to be liberated, blooming a burst of red light, and then lifted the entity, returned to the state of the bosom, and fell into the hands of Claudia.

The light around them fades away until it disappears completely.

As if nothing had happened, everything was calm again.

“It seems to be over.”Fan Xinglu, with an elusive smile, said to Fang Li: “How do you feel?”

"Not well."Fang Li shrugged his shoulders and replied truthfully: "Come and go are all alone in their own lives, feel a little bored."

“Is it?”Fan Xinglu suddenly smiled happily: "In the face of the death you understand, the death given by Pan-Dora is indeed too small, this time it is really a big water washed up the Dragon King Temple."

It seems that for this development, Fan Xinglu seems to enjoy it quite.

Only Claudia, holding the Pan-Dora's body, turned his eyes to the body, and his eyes were extremely complicated.

“The little death?”

This is the greatest irony of Claudia.

After all, Claudia had been suffering from this death.

It took a whole few years.