"Now, what happened to the last king?"

Fei tilted her head up, her supple blonde hair casually falling down, cute and docile, reminiscent of a begging kitten.

"Who knows?"

The magpie turned around, and outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window was a magnificent sea of clouds within reach, and the radiant sun was covered in layers.

The magpie steps on the demon king city above the clouds. No, Floating City.

Well, it's not bad.

After an interesting adventure, the three of them finally returned to the world of the three colors.

Magpie squinted his eyes, and he sighed a little for a while.

It can be dangerous, it's bad, it's full of scum and perverts.

But there is no harm if there is no comparison!

【Mao no Moment】The cage plane of the Imperial Majesty, where there are only insects and sand.

Magpie casually rummaged through the life memories of all [magpies], and also saw a lot of incredible and wonderful worlds.

There is no water, there is no ground, there is no intelligent life, there is no matter.

Whenever I think of these deceased ancestors, a wave of respect and a touch of sadness always rises in the magpie's heart.

Just kidding.

To put it mildly, everyone is a ritual derivative, a remnant of the Upper Age, not so much alive as existing.

For example, the rising sun, such as the flowing clouds.

"Ahem. ”

Magpie coughed twice and turned to look at his good student.

"The old king banished Nathora and Asso forever, and made them suffer and torment, and wailed for a long time to this day. ”

"But... As for where he ended up, whether he was torn apart by his people, or whether he went to the royal city to save the country from civil strife, no one knows. ”

This is the end of the record in the mythology of the Northern language. As for this ancient country. Well, it exists in the Fire Age, not to mention the entire country, and it's hard to imagine any clues remaining. ”

He paused at this point.

Others say that he eventually disappeared into a sea of golden flowers. ”

"By the time the last witness led a large number of people to the golden sea of flowers, not to mention the king, there would not even be a sea of flowers. ”

The black-haired and black-eyed boy spread out his left hand, and a strange golden flower fluttered in his palm.

The flowers have fluffy petals, and the filamentous textured brushstrokes outline three-dimensional lines, which are lifelike.

That's right, lifelike, because it's a flat image.

Its body reveals the tremendous power of growth in the essence of life, but it also has indescribable sadness and is full of contradictory qualities.

The "painting" itself is the collision, crushing, and interpenetration of two strong things full of conflict.

"Magpie. ”

Suzune put down the plastic bag of potato chips in her hand (with the exaggerated smiling face of the magpie reflected on it) and muttered inarticulately.

"Why did those bunch of Beiyu rubbish write such a thing?"

"It's just an ancient god that doesn't need to be believed.,There's no reason for the newborn little ones.。。 Hmm. You don't need honor and reverence from fools, do you?"

Suzune leaned back lightly on the couch, half of her small body sinking in.

"You have a point, but they don't know. ”

A pleasant smile appeared on the magpie's face, the smiling of the idle bastard when he saw the passer-by who had left for work early in the morning and noticed him stepping on the food of the decomposer.

"The gods, especially the little ones in the northern language, are wonderful creatures. ”

"They are more intelligent and logical than the Nanguang Divine System, and they also have certain communication demands and abilities. On the other hand, these fools are much more stubborn than the intelligent Protestant ones. ”

"They're a bit brainy, they're pedantic, like the old aristocracy. ”

"While continuing their ancient traditions, these gods also acknowledge their own backwardness and the power of the new. ”

"Then they continue with their habits and never make any active changes. ”

"It's stubborn and it's funny, isn't it?"

- "Tser-pull"

Magpie sat down, opened a packet of potato chips, tilted his head into his mouth, and munched on it.

"Hmm... cough cough cough !。。 ”

Fei gently helped him beat his back behind his back.

"Don't —— poof!

The boy's upper body bent down instantly.

Standing up straight, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, Magpie breathed back slightly.

He tilted his head and looked at Fei seriously.

"Fei, you remember, if you have someone you like in the future, you will kill it like this. Hit him. ”

"He's going to be happy. Well. ”

"I'm a big fan of the word kill, it perfectly encapsulates the words "hit with external violence" and "it's a creature that loses its vital signs—and you don't try to hit me anymore, okay, sorry I was wrong, I shouldn't have teased you." - No, I didn't mean I was kidding you just now!

。。。。。

Magpie spent two minutes of her precious life telling the girl with big eyes in front of her how terrible her physical strength was, and that this talent had always been where it should have been used.

"Magpie. ”

The only thing I would call myself that here is Suzune.

Fei has always been the master of use, and it is estimated that even if she is asked to change, she will get a similar "master is master." Such a nonsensical and cute answer that makes people want to hug her tight.

"Flowers. . . Doesn't it matter?"

"It's okay, this thing got it from the itch anyway, it's useless. It also gave me a copy of "A Collection of Mythological Stories in Northern Language". ”

"I'm tui!"

Magpie pretended to make a spitting motion, with a look of disdain.

"It's mysterious, in fact, this kind of thing is in paradise - no, you can buy it at any roadside stall in the three-color world, and the hardcover version is only twenty yuan, and it's still big with me!

Magpie's expression instantly converged, and he opened his palm to look at the golden flowers that had become crumpled, and raised his eyebrows, his expression was a little strange.

"Huh... How is this thing so active as soon as it returns to the main material plane?"

"Itchy trying to hurt me? ”

Magpie swallowed the expletives for a moment.

"Killing me doesn't do him any good, it's better to say that I can only create value while I'm alive, so it has nothing to do with it. ”

The tip of his index finger tapped on the armrest, and Magpie looked up at the ceiling.

"Does that have to do with the flower itself? That's a good explanation. Itching has been mixed in the main material plane for so many years, and it can be regarded as not working in vain, and it can actually get such a residue. ”

"Its energy reaction just now is not quite right, [Manifestation]? It can't be [God Descent], right? ”

"The condition is... ”

"The owner of this thing is still there? I see. ”

"Golden flowers. Well, is the king still alive? A limited product of miracles... Not.. ”

"Still alive ?!!"