The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

Fear, unknown, past...

Keep chasing Diablo, and the two souls will not be defeated. This cannot be changed.

Man can change the future, but he cannot change his destiny, just like the fact that he can be changed into the mirror, because his destiny does not end here.

Destiny cannot be changed, because changing destiny itself is destiny.

Diablo did not take pleasure in killing people. He did not have the slightest sympathy or joy in killing Iruso, and even a little regret. He did not achieve his goal, that is, he got the assassination team's intelligence source from his mouth.

The ability of ‘Man in the Mirror’ is too powerful, and it’s not good for one to solve it earlier.

Diablo stepped over Iruso's body, his black silk-net shawl and his long pink hair fluttered behind him, and the leather shoes under his feet made a crisp sound.

He looked down at Oveli, almost, you should die.

After that, he raised his hand, and the Scarlet King reappeared beside him with a fierce look. The moment he waved his hand, a beam of light suddenly shone into his eyes.

Diablo has been in the dark for a long time, unable to accept such a powerful light glare for a while, and subconsciously covered his eyes.

"ManintheMirror..."

The trembling sound came into Diablo's ears, and the glare came from the mirror that he threw on the pillow when he approached the bed for the first time before.

What? !

Diablo looked at the gray avatar in the mirror in disbelief as it suddenly appeared, and pulled Trihue's mother, who was still in a coma, into the mirror on behalf of the woman from his past.

The woman he was familiar and unfamiliar with was like a broken gray mirror, slowly shattering into several pieces, completely reaching the reality that he could not reach.

That piece of false and true mirror field.

Diablo looked at Iruso subconsciously. He stretched out a hand, his hopeless eyes were completely invisible. He only relied on instinct, because there was only one thing in his mind, that is, he couldn't die in vain.

You can't let your companions die miserably like yourself.

This is my consciousness, BOSS, I also have to let you see clearly.

This is the last time. Iruso fell in a pool of blood, breathing like a dead fish, and the broken internal organs in his body flowed out, but still only relying on this mental power to activate the substitute and send Terry Hugh's mother. Enter the world in the mirror.

"I said...BO...BOSS...The victor must belong to our assassination team, and glory often accompanies assassins..."

Diablo looked at the scene in shock, his stand-in ability [Epitaph] was not passively activated.

"That sentence, I'll give it back to you. When you think you have won, it's actually when you lost."

Light shines into Diablo's angry eyes, and his green triangle pupils are filled with evil and anger.

It is not surprising that the dying person said that the power of the substitute broke out.

Let me use [Epitaph] to see where Aufri will fall, and kill her in the time it takes to delete it.

no! If anyone sees it, then I'm exposed.

hateful! Diablo clenched his fists in anger!

He took a few deep breaths, knowing that it was useless to be too angry. After telling himself to calm down, he watched Iruso's reaction, and then saw his outstretched hands fall, and his completely invisible eyes closed.

He knew that the person in the mirror had disappeared.

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With his last strength, Illuso's stand-in sent Aufrey to the makeup mirror in the hands of a female nurse waiting for the elevator at the door of the elevator, where there were still many people waiting for the elevator.

There seemed to be something running towards her in the makeup mirror of this female nurse. She looked upward subconsciously. Behind her, she didn’t know where the person was looking in the mirror, but the person in the mirror was indeed constantly looking towards herself. Rushed over--

"Ahhh!!" Fear swept through her body, she screamed, and threw the mirror to the ground——

"boom!!"

There was a sound of smoke bursting, and a fainted woman suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"How is this going?"

"Did she appear suddenly?"

"too frightening?!"

"Jean, the doctor is here."

Doctors, family members, and patients gathered the woman who appeared out of nowhere. Finally, the doctors and nurses checked her body and confirmed that this was a patient in Room 401.

Diablo opened his eyes wide in anger, it was over, everything was over, he hid in a dark corner, and watched them take Aufri away.

He punched the wall and hid in the darkness again when others didn't find it.

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"Click!"

The light in the examination room went out, and a nurse with a dead face pushed out an old man in a wheelchair impeccably.

"Old sir, I hope you don't do this again next time." The brown-haired nurse said helplessly. "Do you know how much trouble it will cause us to pretend to be sick?"

The old man drooled and asked repeatedly: "My son, is he coming?"

The head nurse sighed and said, "No, old sir."

"Isn't there?" The old man has a darker skin than the average person. He looks like a Latino, but his waist is straight. He must be a soldier before retirement.

"Impossible, Kano, who sleeps next door to me, is sick, and his son will come back."

The nurse didn’t know how to answer. She probably understood why the old man pretended to be ill again and again. She was not Joe Kolat. People who were a little more normal would try to persuade the old man. Not to mention, she was also because Ai became a nurse.

"As long as you stay in the retirement home, your son will come when he is free."

"I haven't seen him for more than ten years. I shouldn't put him in prison to repent. I shouldn't..." No more, shook his head straight.

"You shouldn't find him after two years, until he escapes from prison, you have said it three times today."

"I'll show you around." The female nurse said, "Don't pretend to be sick next time. It's really scary." The nurse pushed him through the corridor of the hospital.

"Wow!"

There was the sound of bed carts in the distance, and the nurse quickly gave in. A group of doctors pushed a man who was covered by a white cloth. He was completely covered up. It was probably hopeless. The blood of the blood stained the quilt.

It was so badly hurt, the nurse shook her head, sighed in her heart, and then looked down at the one who always pretended to be sick.

Found that he was looking at the corpse of the man pushing past with a dull face, the female nurse felt puzzled again, and then looked at the corpse who was about to be pushed into the morgue again, after thinking for a moment, then looked at the old patient——

With tears all over his face, he said silently like a child: "That's my son, he is dead."

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There have been too many things at the beginning of school these two days. Sorry for the late update. I hope everyone can understand, but it is still three times a day.