Simon's hand pressed against the back of Shane's head, making it hurt as if his head was about to burst, and all the sensations were concentrated in the part of his head, so that he didn't notice that his limbs were beginning to shatter. However, the process was so painful that it was so painful that Shane let out an uncontrollable wail, like a final struggle before death.

The terrible sound didn't make Madison's fingers pause in the slightest, and he still smiled and sang Shayn's familiar song.

A thought crossed Shane's mind - where did Medivan know about this song. But the incessant pain made him completely lose the consciousness of accountability.

The melodious sound of the six-stringed piano intertwines with Sean's incessant screams to form an eerie melody.

Shane's handsome face was distorted, and at last his mouth could no longer make any sound, only opened in vain.

Wisps of purple smoke erupted from his body and seeped into Simon's body.

Simon let out a long breath. His pale face flushed slightly.

He waved his hand, and the golden webs reduced to sand and returned to his body.

Simon snapped his fingers again, and the vial that Shane had brought floated over. The bottle poured, and the black liquid inside flowed down and dripped onto the clothes on the ground.

With a sizzling sound, the clothes were quickly corroded by the potion into the liquid, which rose and evaporated after a few moments, and soon there was no trace left in place.

"Is this mortal wisdom?" Medivan glanced curiously. "It's kind of funny."

Simon glanced at him. "Stop singing? I thought you'd be in good spirits and sing all night. ”

The small bottle in the air floated towards Medivan. Simon said it simply, but Madison could hear his displeasure. Medivan laughed, and copied the bottle in his hand and studied it as if nothing was right.

Seeing Medivan studying the liquid in this bottle with a curious expression, Simon said lightly: "Three parts of the Leaf Decay Grass extract are added to the Ice Cap Grass to grind the powder, and two parts of the elemental water are purified and mixed into a suspension, and then dripped into the earth pus from the Fairwood Forest to catalyze, the effect on the corruption of flesh and blood will be better." ”

"It's funny." Medivan smiled and shook the bottle in his hand like a child getting a toy. "I don't see if you're quite knowledgeable about this?"

"Once, the Great Pharmacist."

Medivan pinched the bottle in his hand and took a long breath. "The small world, maybe only when I become small will I feel the joy of existence."

Simon looked at the expression of enjoyment on his face and unceremoniously poured a basin of cold water: "But you should understand that an existence like us, even if it is taken back, it will not affect the real 'us'." ”

"So, why was it taken back?" Medivan winked mischievously at him.

Simon looked him in the eye, rarely agreeing with Medivan's point of view, and nodded earnestly.

"So, one last question." Medivan swung the golden harp back into place. "Isn't it tiring to repeat the same fate over and over again?"

"Only a madman would do the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome." Simon's eyes were smiling, and he didn't know what he imagined he was seeing. "And I'm crazy."

Medivin blinked, shook his head, but still found it incomprehensible. Sure enough, this emotion is still too complicated for me to understand. But......" he said curiously, "you just said that there is a host who takes pleasure in both men and women. Well...... Between men and women, is it really fun? ”

"You just said the last question......" Simon furrowed his eyebrows, seemingly unwilling to answer the question.

"In small matters, I think I can have the right to say that doesn't count," Medivan said as a scoundrel, "or you don't understand either."

Simon choked and sneered. "It's honestly boring without emotion, and after fifteen minutes you're probably just mechanically trying to get it over quickly."

"Then why do those strange souls seem to be so happy about it? For the sake of reproduction? Medivan frowned and said seriously, "But this is too inefficient, and it is too different from the Titan's breeding method, which is really incomprehensible." ”

"If you want to understand, shouldn't you do the experiment yourself?"

"That's a good idea." Medivan's eyes lit up, but he quickly became distressed. "But who would be the better test subject?"

Looking at Medivan's distressed look of serious thinking, Simon couldn't help but speak: "It doesn't matter who you want to find, but it's better to give up the elves." ”

"Why?" Medivan asked curiously. "Although they really don't fit my aesthetics, they are too weak. But I'd like to hear your reasons anyway. ”

Simon was silent.

The reason, of course, was that he didn't want Medivin to ruin the future as he knew it. But if he told the truth so directly, God knows if it would have made Medivan more interested. You know, Medivan is obviously affected by the age and personality of human beings now, and it is the rebellious period, and he likes to work against people the most. In addition, he was not afraid of the ground that day, he was not afraid of making trouble, but he was only afraid of a small temperament.

Simon avoided the important and said lightly: "At least the three sisters of the Windrunner, absolutely not. ”

Medivan thought carefully about the information gathered from the soul he had drawn and came to a conclusion. "Because it's not me who they're destined for? What a reason for that! ”

He looked excited: "It's interesting to destroy the established fate!" That's how it was decided......"

"Their fate will be entangled with that of humans, all three." Simon interrupted him. "It doesn't matter if you want to get involved."

When he said this, Medivan lost interest. He shook his hand. "Forget it. I'll think about it again. Hmm......" Medivan looked at the door, his eyes flickering. "You said that on purpose?"

Simon followed his gaze to the door. "I don't know what you're talking about?"

Medivan sneered and twitched the corners of his mouth, giving Simon a defiant look.

Simon walked to the door and opened it.

The doorway was empty.

Simon didn't close the door, but looked at Medivan. It is clear in his eyes that he means to send off a guest.

Medivan laughed. "Haha, it seems that your weakness is even worse than I imagined, can't you even talk for a while?" As he walked towards the door, he said, "But aren't you worried at all that I'm going to coerce that kid into signing a master-servant agreement while you're weak?" Anyway, he's using your body. ”

"But the contract only works on the soul." Simon coldly closed the door, leaving Medivan with one last word. "In that case, that kind of host, just erase it."