Savis felt like he was a dream feast tonight. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Powerful and unknown gods, mysterious and perfect guests.

His gaze fell on the overflowing glass in front of him—the same guest had poured it. He grabbed his glass in a hurry. The wine rippled, and some of the cold crimson spilled out, and along his fingers, his arm snaked down like a cold snake. However, this did not affect Savis's thoughts in any way. He stared at his own face reflected in the red wine—his eyes, to be exact.

The once silver eye sockets have now dried up into a deep black hole, which is inlaid with a pair of jewel-like eyes that are also black, black mixed with countless reds, fine and dense like bloodshots, showing a particularly strange appearance.

Savis closed his eyes and leaned back heavily, but the glass in his hand was still clenched tightly.

From those god-given eyes, he could feel the power flowing into his body continuously, and many deep and subtle spells that he had never comprehended before, and Savis greedily remembered and studied, until a complex spell came to his mind - the establishment of a cross-border portal.

His hand shook involuntarily.

The cold liquor splashed on his hands, making him open his eyes.

So, tonight was not a dream.

So, that face can't be hallucinatory, right?

Savis asked himself, thinking that it was indeed necessary for the unknown guest to wear a mask.

He never thought that there would be a more beautiful existence in this world than Aishara, but today, he saw it with his own eyes.

"He's a man." Savis whispered softly. "That's good news, bad news." His eyes fell to the glass in his hand, and he paused, and in one fell swoop, he poured all the liquor that needed to be sipped down.

If Azhara saw such a man...... The thought flashed through Savis's groggy mind, and then immediately strangled the thought in his head.

Aishara ...... Soon will be his.

Savis smiled and put his hand into his robe again.

"Finally ......"

In the black space-time passage, a touch of gold forcibly inserted in.

"Finally found you!!"

The man looked indifferently at the panting blonde little Lori in front of him.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Chromie grabbed his black robe and yelled.

"What do I want to do?" The man tilted his head and smiled. He put his hands under Chromie's armpits and lifted her up to eye level with him. "I'm so glad to see you, Chromie."

His dark eyes contained a deadly attraction like stars. Chromie was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils dilated for a moment, reflecting the man's smiling face. There was still no fluctuation on his face at the moment, and it seemed as if his smile was just wearing a mask on his face. Chromie looked down in disbelief and into his chest.

The small chest has been broken into the chest by the man's slender hand at this moment.

Chromie's blood gushed up and stuck in her throat, blocking her throat so that she couldn't utter a word.

"I was still thinking that I had to go back and eat that little girl. Now that I have you, that girl can be slow again. The man smiled, his eyes narrowing with pleasure. That's why I said, I'm so glad to see you, Chromie. ”

Chromie's tiny body seemed to have no weight in his hands. Blood trickled down her mouth. It was supposed to be painful, and he was about to die, but Chromie's face returned to a calm without sorrow or joy.

"You...... Always...... Stubbornly ...... Doing ...... Silly ......" her eyes slowly closed, and she said word by word with difficulty.

"Stupid or not, I know it myself. I don't need you to teach me a lesson. But you—do you think I'm your majesty? He let out a sneer, mocking Chromie.

"Of course I know you're not ......" Chromie whispered, "Everest......"

The man's face changed instantly. He jerked out the hand that had sunk into Chromie's chest, and in a panic pulled the dying Chromie's lowered head without pity, and then slapped Chromie's cheek, tugging at her closed eyes, trying to see something in her eyes.

"It's impossible, you can't know ......," the man whose real name was called exclaimed exclaimed with a hideous face, as if such a loud voice could convince him of the truth that would cover everything up.

Chromie's little face was covered in blood, her eyes were weakly opened, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned as if she were smiling. "Kunlai Mountain...... Neverus Peak ......"

"It can't be!" Everest's face was indescribably surprised and hesitant. He repeated the sentence blankly. "You can't possibly know!"

"I know...... I also know ......" Chromie stopped breathing indifferently.

Everus stared at Chromie's corpse hanging from his hand in a daze. This body is completely lifeless. He gritted his teeth, no longer hesitated, and reached out to pull out Chromie's heart.

Almost as soon as her heart left Chromie's body, Chromie's tiny body began to quickly dissolve, but with a breath, she had turned into golden gravel in the void.

Her little heart also began to sand in Everus's hands, only when the golden sand dissipated, a small golden glow was left in Everest's palm.

But seeing this brilliance, Everest's face became even more ugly.

"Chromie, how come you only have such a little essence!!" Although there was anger hidden in his words, he still opened his mouth without hesitation and swallowed Chromie's essence in one gulp. Because he didn't have time to care about that much, he calculated step by step of the plan carefully, and he could not afford to lose.

But Chromie's appearance and the words she said tossed back and forth in his mind. He desperately tried to empty his mind, but another memory flooded his mind.

"Mount Kunlai, Mount Nevelus. That's called him Neverus. ”

"Nope! No! Kniffer ...... The name is too sad not to deny his existence. I'm going to call him Everest! ”

"Whatever you want. Give it to you, and it's yours. Even if I deny his existence, he is already a real presence with you. ”

“…… Will you ever come back to see me? ”

"You'd better pray that I won't come back."

"Why?"

“……”

Because he's going to kill her.

Everus' teeth clenched and his eyes closed, and every time he thought about it, he wished he could kill him. And he swore that he would do it, even by any means.

By the time he had broken out of the brief path of time, he had regained his composure, and his face had changed back to Simon's transformation into the Night Elf.