【Beagle Star Yin Death Base】

The muse's hands were tied together by a clasp of inhibition, and his left leg was chained to the wall of the cell. She could only get twenty centimeters away from the wall behind her.

The Red Snake Queen's red hair was a little messy, and her golden eyes were a little dim. Some blackened blood slid down her paper-colored face and dripped down her chin.

"I'm also acting on orders," Shen Yuan leaned against the door frame, "and when your friends bring something, they will naturally let you leave." ”

"You don't have to defend anything." The muse turned away from her, "We've been fighting for a while, and we know who you are, and what we're all like." ”

Shen Yuan was silent.

The sleeper quietly leaned over and leaned against the wall to the side and watched quietly.

"Look at her." Shen Yuan said softly, turned and left.

The sleeping owl raised an eyebrow.

"No need. I can't escape anyway. The muse shook his head, "You go and rest." ”

"Alas, I am also acting on orders-" Sleepy Owl said in Shen Yuan's tone, "Shen Yuan saw that I was far away, so you must not scold me." She slowly crouched down, eye level with the muse. How are you now? ”

"That's it." The muse shook her head slightly, letting the hair that was obscuring her vision go to the side. Then she turned her face to look at her, "A little surprised." If I hadn't seen it here with my own eyes, I still wouldn't have believed that the girl who made the captain feel that her temperament was very different was a member of the Yin Death Organization. She pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled reluctantly, her gaze becoming a little complicated.

The girl with short light silver hair was silent for a moment, then reached out to the muse, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.

The muse saw that the other party's scarlet pupils were deeply embedded in a blue iris, which looked particularly dazzling.

"Actually, even if they bring something, the organization may not let you go." The sleeper said, looking up at the muse, and lowered his eyelids again.

The muse frowned and coughed twice, struggling to prop himself up with his hands that were tied together, and the chains tied to his legs were pulled to the limit length and gave a "bang" of warning. She shrunk back and leaned against the wall to look at the sleeping owl, and reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth, "You have other troubles for joining Yin Yan." ”

"What can I worry about?" The sleeper sat down cross-legged beside her, lowered his head and chuckled, half-squinting his eyes casually rubbing the tiny stones on the floor, "...... It's just an old thing. ”

"That's it, don't ask about personal matters. ...... muse shifted a little closer to her, raised his hand to hold down the communicator on his sideburns but couldn't, and lowered his hand again. Her gaze swept over the pink pendant around her neck, bent her elbow and pinched it in her hand, "Everyone has something old." "The touched pendant emitted a little pale pink glow in the dark cell.

The sleeper glanced at the pendant around her neck, staring silently at its dim, sporadic pale pink glow in the darkness.

Like dying stars twinkling in the dimness.

After a long pause, she suddenly spoke again: "You have a brother, right?" ”

"I have two brothers," the muse turned to look at her, the corners of his mouth curled, "one died from the Black Soul." The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, "The other one also died from the Black Soul." Her fingers holding the pendant trembled, and she hung her head and let her long hair cover her look.

“… I'm sorry. The sleeper looked away and grabbed the elastic band of his hoodie, condensing the bright blue energy on the fingertips of his other hand, watching it burn and jump in the darkness. Do you hate us," she asked suddenly, as if remembering something, "after all, we are also in the same camp as the Black Souls. ”

"I don't hate you." The muse looked up, shook her head in an attempt to shake off the hair that covered her face, squinted her eyes and smiled at her. "Actually, you are also a victim. I know. Muse looked at the small sparks that jumped on her fingertips, "Victims of the Black Soul, victims of the Battle of the Devil's Snow." ”

"I'm not a victim of war." The sleeping owl snapped his fingers and watched the dark blue flames float in the air without his fingertips, "It's just a victim of the Snow Spirit Clan's mongrel." She glanced at Muse and suddenly changed the subject, "It must feel good if you have two older brothers, right?" ”

"It's all right," said the muse, pulling off the pendant and gently placing it in the palm of the sleeping owl's hand, "it's a great pleasure to watch them quarrel...... I still remember when I was a kid, they took me to train, one against me and the other as a referee. Whoever wins the pendant will be ......" The third young master of the Heavenly Snake chuckled softly, "Okay, now it's mine." A smile froze on her face, "But I didn't win." ”

"Isn't it a win to survive so far?" The sleeping owl opened her mouth half-jokingly, played with the pendant a few times casually, and silently helped her seriously hang the pendant back around her neck again, chuckling, "...... I also have an older brother, a long, long time ago. ”

"What did he leave you?" Muse looked at the pendant glowing pink, "Corporeal, distangible. Feeling a little chill, she lowered her head and sighed.

"What's left?" The sleeping owl raised his eyes to look at the other party and chuckled, pointing at himself, his bright blue eyes dimmed slightly, "The belief that I have held to this day in not killing people is the only thing he left me." ”

"It's a great thing." The muse smiled back, but gradually felt a chill not because it was cold, but because he had lost too much blood. She covered up her wound intentionally or unintentionally, "Thank you for chatting with me today." Go get some rest early, I'm not going to run away. She smiled self-deprecatingly.

Sleepy didn't answer, slowly reached out and gently combed her long hair with her fingers. She lifted her hand and plucked one of the two clips from her forehead and stuck it on the muse's hair.

"Thank you." The muse looked at the sleeper as he prepared to leave.

"No thanks." The sleeper paused, and then took another step.

As the light of the pendant dissipated along with the small dots of light released by the sleeping owl, the black prison became silent and dark again.