Man'er's eyebrows frowned slightly, and her clear face could not hide her loneliness, if she had never stepped into the realm of Loilai, would everything become the same as before, free and carefree?

Oss was not annoyed, but said lightly: "It seems that you regret coming to the Holy Capital!" ”

Man'er's listless eyes flashed, and she asked in surprise, "Your Majesty actually uses mind reading?" ”

A hint of narrowness suddenly appeared in Os's eyes, and he suddenly said in a deep voice: "I naturally don't know anything like spells, but I prefer to observe. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

He casually scooped another spoonful of rock sugar white fungus Sydney pear and put it in his mouth, his slender fingers tapped the tabletop, looking at Man'er with eyes sharper than ever, he continued: "By careful observation, you will find that the changes in the expressions on other people's faces are really interesting, her frowning brows, moving eyes, and pursed lips, subconsciously making long and short sighs, or almost inscrutable smiles or smugness, I can guess roughly what she is thinking!" ”

Man'er couldn't help but shake her head, "You're so terrible! ”

Oss suddenly smiled deeply, with a hint of lazy tiredness between his eyebrows, "So don't show your thoughts on your face lightly!" ”

Hearing this, Man'er felt as if she had been hit by something, and it hurt dullly, "I have no intention of hiding anything from Your Majesty, but I'm afraid you can't be like me." ”

He looked like he was angry, and suddenly pushed her back, Man'er's back slammed into the back of the chair behind him, he leaned over, his cool thin lips pressed hard against her red lips, he ignored the mermaid behind him watching, and kissed her almost roughly.

Man'er's cheeks flushed with heat, and she kissed him back, intoxicated by the scent of Sydney spreading between his lips and teeth.

When they finally parted, Oss whispered in her ear, "You and I are absolutely sincere with each other, and you will always remember that." ”

★★★★ The legend ★★★ of the mermaid in the parchment

The darkness of midnight seemed to engulf everything, the buildings of the palace seemed to be a behemoth, the moonlight appeared and disappeared through the slow-moving black clouds, the shadows of the trees were gloomy, and the sound of the wind passed through the long pavilion corridor like a low cry.

A wind window is ajar, and the night breeze is like an invisible finger, constantly flipping an open parchment book.

Suddenly, a dark shadow passed by, and in such a dark and cold night, it gave people a chilling feeling.

"Who's coming?" The voice was unusually cold, but it seemed to have a faint smile.

Dressed in an inky cloak, the visitor stood in the darkness of the temple, surrounded by a majestic and ruthless body.

The pair of eyes hidden under the canopy suddenly showed a cold and arrogant edge, "At such a quiet night, the priest has not slept, and it seems that he is very much looking forward to meeting me?" ”

The smile on the corner of the priest's lips deepened, and he said in a deep voice: "The long night is dark, and everywhere is sinister, how can this god sleep peacefully?" ”

With a soft sound, the Salas Orion Scimitar suddenly unsheathed, and the sharp snow light flashed in the darkness, and then disappeared into invisibility.

The priest frowned and squinted at him slightly, "Since Your Excellency is here, why don't you disarm your weapons, such a visit will inevitably lose its sincerity, right?" ”

"I spared your life, but why should the priest still be scheming and trapping me in danger?" His voice came coldly, echoing through the palace.

The priest laughed deeply, "It's just that the general's hint to the god is too vague, and the god is also worried that things will change, so he does something to take precautions." ”

Pan Sen snorted coldly, "It seems that Lord Priest is very thoughtful!" ”

A faint smile spread on the priest's lips, "It is inevitable to be thoughtful, if this god doesn't even have this scheming, how can he serve by the concubine's side for ten years, so as to gain His Majesty's trust?" ”

Pan Sen's eyes looked straight at him, and he said coldly and ruthlessly, "Tell me, what are you going to do next?" ”

In the dim flickering candlelight, sarcasm and playfulness flashed on the priest's slightly pale face, and he was as vicious and evil as a ghost, "How can this god be honest with you if you are not sure of your intentions?" ”

The priest's finger was slightly raised, as if in the void, and Pan Sen only felt a numb wrist, and the Salas Orion scimitar suddenly fell to the ground with a "dang bang".

The High Priest's eyes lit up and he looked at him with a little confusion, "Where did the general also open his heart to me once?" ”

Pan Sen's originally resolute eyes were stunned the moment the scimitar fell. The power to harness the wind is very strong, isn't this what he yearns for?

Thinking of this, the doubts in Pan Sen's heart gradually deepened, "Tell me, why did the Dark Clan choose me?" ”

The High Priest raised the corners of his mouth, revealing some strange white teeth, and a sharp and bloodthirsty fangs on each side of his lips, which gave him a different kind of evil and bewitching feeling.

"Because you share the royal blood of the ancient Loilai, you combine wisdom and strength, and most importantly, you have the qualities of a leader of the Dark Clan."

Pan Sen's face was calm, but his heart was overturned, he gritted his teeth and asked, "What are leadership qualities?" ”

The High Priest's eyes narrowed treacherously, his complexion was pale and dull, and the lower eye sockets had two bright red gills, which were both striking and terrifying: "You have a deeper yearning and pursuit of power!" ”

Out of the corner of the High Priest's eye, he glanced almost imperceptibly at the wall, and there was an eerie dark shadow that was silently moving slowly along the wall, approaching where Pan Sen was standing.

Pan Sen was lowering his eyes and deep in thought, he couldn't stop the resentment that had been stagnant in his heart for a long time, and his pursuit and worship of supreme power.

Why was Oss the only one born destined to be the king of Loilai?

Why was he destined to undergo the most rigorous training in the barracks from birth?

Pan Sen's eyes suddenly lifted, and the dark shadows on the wall that were gradually approaching him suddenly stopped, "But my strength is not enough to compete with you, so why should the leader only say?" ”

"This god has a spell that can allow you to have supernatural powers like the Qilin King in a few days."

Pan Sen snorted coldly, obviously not believing it, "Witchcraft? You're afraid you don't have that ability! ”

The high priest seemed to have heard some big joke, and laughed out loud enchantingly, and his red eyes seemed to bloom with an extreme manzhu sawahua, "Whether this god has such a ability, you can find out if you try it!" ”

Pan Sen gritted his teeth again, struggling and conflicting inwardly.

In this moment, the dark shadow suddenly sped up, like a sticky gel, gradually clinging to him.

Pan Sen only felt that his body suddenly sank, and for a moment, his mind seemed to be covered with a dark and impermeable veil, and he only felt that the darkness exuded from his body like hell.

"This ...... What the hell is this? What did you do to me? Pan Sen asked in shock, but his body was too heavy to move.