(Continued from previous chapter)

Ignoring Jiuye You, who had been talking in circles, Bing Qingcheng's gaze was attracted by a magic array hanging behind Jiuye You. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This magic circle has intricate lines, dense lines twisted and piled together, like a mass of graffiti that no one can understand, without the symmetrical shape and geometric beauty of other magic arrays.

"Satan's head, male goat's horn......" Ice Blue Orange muttered to himself as he looked at the frenzied magic array, "the signature of the One True God, the triangle of man and woman, the cursed language of broken souls, the wind forest and volcano, the gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, the rage, the greed, the punishment, the seven deadly sins, the end of the text." ”

"What are you talking about? Are you listening to me? "Nine Nights You is very dissatisfied with the distracted Bing Qingcheng.

"I've been to this place before." The icy orange-black pupils were covered with a blurred mist, and he muttered to himself.

Jiuye Yu turned his head to look at the frenzied magic array, and firmly vetoed, "Impossible, this magic map is what I just obtained, have you seen it before?" ”

"I'm talking about it when I suddenly remember that I've been to this room before, and I've seen you." Bing Qingcheng explained again, "You told me that Minver scumbag needed me to marry a half-dead pedophile, because that was their assassination target, the old immortal shrunken turtle that had been hiding in a magic tower that only young women could enter. Then ......"

The slender hand caressed the face of the ice blue orange, but the speed of stroking and leaving was too fast, fast like a gust of wind, making a crisp sound of "pop".

"Then you slapped me because I said that your young master Mingfu is a scumbag." Bing Qingcheng didn't react, and said expressionlessly.

"You can go." Nine nights, as smooth as the surface of the ceramic, face appeared a trace of cracks.

"Goodbye, Mr. Nine Nights." Bing Qingcheng bowed his head slightly, and then went out.

The castle has nine floors from the top, but on the surface it has only eight floors. One of the floors is a hidden passage, and between the third and fourth floors, there are secret exits to escape, but as far as I know, there is only an entrance behind the wall on the top floor.

Odd? Why do I know this? Ice Orange pressed his temple.

"Bing Qingcheng, can you wait for me here?" Sanyana folded her hands in front of her chest and said apologetically.

"Yes." Ice Orange stared out the window, where there was a circular secondary tower connected to the main tower.

"Wait a minute, I'll take you to the room when I get back." The blonde girl turned around hurriedly, a strand of uncoiled hair swaying at the back of her head.

It doesn't matter, the room is on the sixth floor of the secondary tower. After Sanyana left, Bing Qingcheng descended the stairs down the corridor, as the passage connecting the main and secondary towers here was usually locked, and could only be bypassed from the outside.

I stayed in the same room with Sanyana until later...... Ice Qingcheng's eyes suddenly darkened, her thoughts were forcibly cut off by some force, she couldn't stand on her feet and hurriedly grabbed the window next to her, but the window was broken, and what remained on the window frame was sharp glass ballast.

I feel so sad, it seems that something very sad happened, but I can't remember it. Bing Qingcheng unfolded her bloody palm, she didn't feel pain, not because she was vaguely sad about her destined fate, but because she really couldn't feel a trace of pain.

Ming Fu didn't know where to get the pill, and with repeated consumption, the effect of the medicine accumulated in the body, and in the end, even the limbs were broken, and the stomach was disemboweled. But it will develop a strong dependence, and if you stop taking it, it will ...... It's strange that I know so well about this kind of thing? It's like I've experienced it once before.

At this moment, the temple of God.

Surrounded by gray chaos, the only god sat on a single chair, a throne of gold and mythril, a large gem set on the head of a giant beast. Qiansha sat in the hollow in the center, shaking a glass of red liquid.

"Qiansha, you said that you won't interfere anymore." Xun Xin rushed in angrily and complained to the high Qiansha.

"Those who want to be the creator god should not be so angry." Qiansha said slowly, a tray holding a cup floated next to Xun Xin, and she beckoned, "Let's have a drink first." ”

The gold tray, the crystal goblet border is also wrapped in gold. Xun Xin couldn't help but say: "You are obviously a god, why do you have such a cheesy aesthetic?" Also What is this? Xun Xin took a sip of the red drink, "It's fishy!" It's still slimy. ”

"Dragon's blood." Holding the glass close to his nose, as if a sommelier were tasting the finest red wine, reveling in the tantalizing aroma.

"A thousand years of young dragon blood, belonging to the ice dragon, although the year is not enough, but the blood's aggressive brutality factor has not awakened, and you can clearly taste the cold of frost. The correct way to drink is to carefully shake out the whirlpool, add pure elf water, and keep it fresh at 2.5 degrees Celsius. You don't even know this, you still want to be the creator god. Qiansha said mercilessly.

There was a chill in Xunxin's heart, but she didn't see it. I didn't see how Qiansha used to move the cup and adjust the dragon's blood. She has never felt the fluctuation of Qiansha's divine power, which makes her very frightened, she said that she wants to rob the world created by Qiansha, and the other party can kill her directly, but for some reason, she agreed to her request and played a game.

A story about whether people can change the outcome in the direction of their fate that they are aware of in weaving. The object of observation is an individual ice blue orange carefully created by Chisha, and weaves a cruel fate that leads to death. But Xun Xin believes that fate is the product of people's own will and the surrounding environment. In order to complete the intended ending, Qiansha had to repeatedly patch the loopholes that arose during the development process. If things develop in a normal order, even if Qiansha arranges the event nodes, there will be no ending she wants.

"What's that?" Xun Xin picked up the dragon's blood and admired the red color in the cup, "There is a hole in your story, or have you played tricks on Bing Qingcheng's memory?" ”

"It's a loophole." Qianxu sighed leisurely, "When I first wrote this story, I felt that something was missing something interesting, so I made a second revision. The forbidden spell magic array that Bing Qingcheng saw was a new addition to me, and it originally appeared at the end, but I think it was a foreshadowing at the beginning of the story, and it was more destined for a sense of fate and tragedy. ”