Chapter 63: Aren't You Afraid of Me?
When Ge Sheng looked at his hand, the black-clothed mage quietly looked into the distance.
When Ge Sheng noticed her action, he couldn't help but look in her direction, and with just one glance, he couldn't help but tremble all over.
"So, what is it?"
"Demon Pupil." The girl said quietly, without the slightest emotion: "They want to slaughter that city. β
It was even daytime, but the sky in the distance was as dark as night, as if a huge black hole that could absorb all the light appeared in that sky, looking like a huge pupil, coldly watching everything in the world.
And the direction of the pupil, Ge Sheng had already seen clearly, it should be Lanyin City.
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At this time, Ye Qing was walking by the lake.
Her feet are bare~ naked, so occasionally her toes rub off the winter snow that fell the night before, which is very cold, but she doesn't care at all.
She didn't know where she was going, she just didn't want to cry in front of that person.
Just want to walk around alone.
She was fast, but not faster than her voice.
"Hi. Her Royal Highness the Princess. Someone spoke in front of her: "Aren't you happy?" β
Ye Qing raised his head and looked at the handsome face of the fourth spring of Qingli, his aqua blue eyes showed a dangerous and cold light: "Don't mess with me." β
Qingli Sichun smiled and said lightly: "Actually, when you are the most unhappy and don't want to be with people, you need someone to talk to you the most." β
"It must be that little ghost from Ge Sheng." The killer smiled: "Do you need psychological counseling?" β
Ye Qing bit his lip, and his little face as white as jade almost touched the tip of his nose.
Categorically: "Yes!" β
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Starlight is footing by the lake.
She soaked her feet in the icy water of the lake and looked at the frozen surface of the lake.
The lake was originally frozen, but there was no ice in this world that she couldn't cut, so she drew three lines, and a geometric triangular ice cave appeared, and in that ice cave with a very linear sense, she soaked her feet as white as lotus.
The lake was very icy, and if you looked closely, you could see that a shallow ice had condensed at her slender ankles, but she was in a trance, as if she thought that soaking her feet in this winter was no different from the middle of summer.
She didn't look back until two people stood behind her.
"What the hell is that?" Ge Sheng stood behind her, looking at the huge ice lake that had frozen into ice, at the quiet back of the silver-haired girl, and at the small ice cave in front of her that was used to soak her feet.
There is no reference.
But "that" doesn't seem to need to be stated either.
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For some reason, this white horse is particularly stable on its back.
Ye Qing sat on the back of the white horse, holding the soft white cat in his arms. They were in the air, but they didn't feel bumpy.
That silent autumn night. The prince invited her to a night banquet, and when she went, it was indeed a grand banquet.
Only this time it wasn't night, so it was no longer the golden sea of cornflowers, it was hundreds of feet above the sky, and you could reach out and grab the floating clouds.
The wind was howling, Xiao Jiu looked down and saw that the holy lake was as vast as smoke, the farmland was dotted, and there were tributaries of the holy water interspersed in between, like a long chain of crystal winding in the jade field.
Even if it's still January, winter has just passed, and the spring snow has not yet melted.
But this vast country is already showing its vitality.
"What a beautiful empire." The man said softly, as if to Ye Qing and as if to himself: "If I come back here one day, how will you treat me, classmate Qing?" β
Ye Qing shook her head, the tone of the person in front of her was not the familiar old man, so she was not the familiar Xiao Jiu: "If it is a friend, I will invite you to go boating on this lake and drink the three white whites together." β
Then she bit her lip and said softly: "If not, then this land will shed its last drop of blood." β
Qingli Fourth Spring laughed and stroked his palms in the air: "What a qualified princess, Your Royal Highness, I will tell you a story, are you willing to listen to it?" β
"I'm listening." Ye Qing hugged the white cat and said softly.
"Six years ago, there was a boy who left his homeland, and of course, he could still be called a boy at that time." Qingli looked at the ground under his feet in the fourth spring: "Of course, it is inaccurate to say that you left, and it is accurate to say that you should have escaped." β
He squinted and smiled: "It's like a princess who also escaped from the palace." β
Seeing Ye Qing's face, he smiled: "Anyway, he escaped, and in the first year of his escape, he went to Ye Ye Academy." The academy founded by the saint was really a great place to spend his teenage years, where he made a lot of friends and enjoyed his life there. But soon after, news came from his homeland that a coup d'Γ©tat had taken place and that the empire had changed its new masters. β
So he decided that the academy could no longer teach him what he wanted to learn, so he chose to leave the academy. But by that time he had not been able to return to his country, because his father had already been killed in that coup. What he needs to do is no longer simply doing what he wants to do, in this world, what he wants to do has appeared. β
"So he began to seek power, he spent a year traveling the world, looking for everything that could make him stronger, and then when he thought that mere learning was no longer enough for him, he chose to go into the forest of death."
Xiao Jiu was silent, she had naturally heard the name of that forest.
"He stayed there for a year, found a white Pegasus, met someone he once knew, and when he came out, he chose to join Dark Star, codenamed Prince."
Xiao Jiu didn't look back at the man's expression when he said these words lightly, the best academy in the world, the most dangerous Jedi, the most powerful and mysterious intelligence assassination organization, in his mouth, was so ordinary.
"Why are you here?" Xiao Jiu asked, "Before Xiao entrusts you." β
In the fourth spring of Qingli, he said: "He killed people for a year, which was originally a very boring thing, and it was even more boring to kill for a year, because of that weapon, he became more and more discouraged, and at this time, his heavenly realm was about to break, so he chose to resign from ordinary tasks, and wanted to find an opportunity to break the realm by this lake." Then the saint found him. β
Xiao Jiu became more and more silent, and she forced herself to forget about his use of time rather than quantity as a measure word to kill, because the smell of blood in it pierced her a little: "So, when he was nineteen years old, he was already at the peak of the twenty-eighth level of the realm?" β
It's an extremely frightening combination of numbers.
This record goes far beyond the realm of so-called genius.
Qingli Sichun smiled self-deprecatingly: "The child I know, she stepped into the threshold of the Heavenly Realm at the age of sixteen, and when she was eighteen years old, she was already standing inside the door of the Ziwei Realm. β
"What a monster she's if anything."
Xiao Jiu knew who the person he was talking about was, because it was impossible to guess wrong.
Qingli Sichun said this with a sarcastic smile: "That girl who only exists as a weapon, my dear sister. β
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Xingxi listened to the boy's question, and instead of answering, she gently asked another question.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"