Walk through the crowd at a speed that no one can see, choose the closest route, square? The place where Lacan came was the office of the president of the administrative building of the college.

Waiting for him there were Don Quixote and the protector Yuki, who had already anticipated his actions.

"Yo." When he wasn't with his three younger brothers, he spoke in a normal tone, and this "normal" seemed too unreasonable for those who knew their quadruplets well.

But can you see the square? Lacan's solitude, regardless of his actions and words, and his ability to arouse the willingness of the other person to speak willingly, is more difficult than looking at the old mirror and turning a blind eye to the carton of peach juice in the vending machine of the Babel College in front of him.

But did Don Quixote feel blessed with three lives...... Difficult to pinpoint.

I can vaguely feel a murderous aura, and it is extremely free, and the degree of release is controlled just right, square piece? Lacan sensitively caught this murderous aura the moment he pushed the door, and he glanced at it with a blanket glance, the girl called Sunset Mist, every time he looked at him, every time he looked at him, he couldn't help but admire it.

She was able to do this at such a young age, and she exuded a murderous aura as a sign of intimidation at the sound of her own door being slammed, as if announcing that she was ready to do so—she was ready for it, and from this point of view, she had to wonder what kind of childhood this girl had experienced.

No, it should be said that she did not have a childhood.

It is compassion, which slowly gushes out of the heart in a flowing form.

Even if it is arrogant, even if it has an unconventional taste. Other square films? Lacan also had the feelings of a healer.

"Hi, Stark." Square slices? Lacan's face was as usual, and he couldn't see whether he had any playful and provocative intentions, and after making sure that Don Quixote's face had changed, he paused and then said, "Or I should call you Winchester, huh...... Or should I catch the trend and call you 'Emperor' what would you like? ”

Don Quixote stared at him, his always gentle countenance solemnized by the man's narrow but not malicious inquiry, and a cloudy color in his eyes was quietly circulating. He seemed to be thinking about something.

Square slices? Lacan was also fearless. He walked leisurely to the table, and without the need for an invitation from the other party, he sat directly opposite Don Quixote, but still maintained aristocratic etiquette. Even if there is a very strict appraisal instructor present at the moment. I couldn't find a single problem that could cause trouble.

"Hey. Actually, it's all your fault, I don't even know which one you like, which makes me quite distressed. "Squares? Lacan spread his hands out and fold his hands together to support his jaw with the back of his hands. He narrowed the distance between him and Don Quixote, and his voice suddenly cooled from the lazy conceit of the previous moment, "So don't be so naughty in the future, I'm tired of you changing it......"

Don Quixote, who has not spoken, just looks at the square? Lacan, while the sunset fog was watching the turbulence of his lord's eyes that he had sworn allegiance.

"I'm curious." Don Quixote curled the corners of his mouth, and the smile looked like a harmless old man, but all capable people should know that he was not, "How can a person like you be willing to be subservient to others." ”

"Oh, don't praise me, I'm not that great, no matter what, we're only ranked fifteenth." Square slices? Lacan stretched out his hand and fanned his face, as if fanning away some unpleasant smell, but what he said was about himself, "It's you, but the fifth-ranked 'Emperor', there is a long difference between us." ”

Hearing this, Don Quixote exhaled slowly, as if adjusting his breath, his gaze retracted, and fell loosely on the side of the oblique down, but it was difficult to determine the exact coordinate point, "It's just that the location of the code name is different, and the ranking doesn't mean anything, especially in terms of the ability you actually have, and the effect of your ability is unique in this world." ”

Square slices? Lacan stared at him, "What's the matter, it's rare to see each other, and you're praising me all the time today." ”

"I would say it's time for like-minded people to come together."

****

In the auditorium of Colossian College, the climax of the play "Romeo and Juliet" is being played out at this moment.

However, when all the people were staring intently and with bated breath at the plot on the stage, no one could have imagined that in the same space with them, the demon king who had not returned long ago was standing there at this moment.

Although he was aware of the presence of other unidentified objects in the auditorium, Lucifer remained grim, unable to see any trace of emotion, the power of the amplification that had gradually followed the regain of his memory, including the sin engraved on his soul - arrogance.

In front of everything, standing between great joy and sorrow, he can stand still and not change his face, but the only person who broke this point does not exist, and now there is a Gu Xiaoxiao, it is difficult to say whether this is another kind of punishment foreshadowing.

Lucifer, who was standing at the back, was about to move slowly inside, when suddenly a flash of light appeared.

He closed his eyes, and could clearly hear blades cutting through the air to reveal the surface, getting closer and closer to him.

With 0.01 second left in his neck, Lucifer lowered his stance with the agility of a broken watch, dodged the blade accompanied by the transparent light effect, and gave his opponent a hard punch.

That's right, he was already sure from the moment he noticed that he didn't need to use the power of the Demon King to deal with the other party at all.

Because that's a trace created by someone, but it's just a trace.

If there is no substance, it is nothingness, but this malice is absolutely in reality, and it is not far from oneself.

Before Lucifer could make the next move, he suddenly felt a different aura join this space, and it was a completely different and murderous aura that could not be compared to it at all.

This time it's a real knife!

Is it right here?

Where there are living people everywhere?

Lucifer hadn't been able to guess the other party's intentions, because this kind of behavior was too reckless!

"Sixteen Ji - dying."

Listening to a few words without warmth, accompanied by the voice of the indistinguishable gender, rubbing the air with the sound of the blade whistling.

The blade with a large arc rushed out, drawing a horizontal arc from a distance, projecting into Lucifer's eyes but unusually slowly, and then turning into countless ghosts, leaving a dazzling and confused trail in the air, and the halo made it more like a band of light transformed by the light of the setting sun, tossing and twisting, and if you look closely, you will find that it is closely arranged by countless ghost blades, but they are independent and not connected, and everything seems to be in a static state, frozen in sight.

The man with the knife stood in the shadows, and Lucifer looked at her, and at the moment of breathing, all the sunset ghosts pressed towards his body. (To be continued......)