The tormented day is finally over, and the sun is setting. The black skeleton wears a crisp suit and watches Caron lead Angelyl into the astrological tower.

The former administrator wasn't frustrated by the fact that he was fired, because it was really a no-do job. The whole of Turin was under construction, and he had long regretted that he had not been able to devote himself to the great cause of building the Ocassimite Empire.

Now that the opportunity has come, he is so excited.

Cuarón and the former administrator leave the tower with a laughing smile, and Caron politely offers to give him a ride, but the former administrator refuses.

Approaching the carriage, Caron whispered.

"Hoel Perez, Mussazze's brother."

The skeleton nodded, watching the fat man's back disappear into the sunset.

The carriage moved, and the location of this rendezvous was still chosen in the Harem, and Oreo estimated the time and walked straight in.

Unlike the fanfare last time, this time several palace maids had already been sent away, and Atifa was sitting at the coffee table, on which there was a large stack of folds, most of which were information from the front line.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw an emaciated figure step out from behind the screen.

She cut her forehead and said softly.

"You're here."

Oreo nodded, and he took off the glove on his right hand, under which was a yellowed dry bone, and with the sound of thin cords, the flesh was whitewashed on the dry bone, and soon turned into a warm hand.

Taking off his human skin mask, Oreo half-crouched down and stared earnestly at Atifa's face, her emerald green eyes full of exhaustion.

Atifa avoided Oreo's eyes, but was quickly picked up by Oreo's waist, her long skirt fluttering, her slender legs were held together by warm hands, she let out a low cry, and quickly put her arms around Oreo's neck, and the fold in her hand fell to the ground.

The sight was in a trance, and the next moment the two appeared in Atifa's dormitory, and Oreo leaned over and kissed him.

The lips and teeth of the long-lost lips and teeth were touched, and the pores on the back of the head were all opened, and this crispy numb feeling made Oreo almost sublimated, and Atifa in his arms couldn't help but tremble.

"Is there enough time?"

He suddenly thought of Reka's question, time was enough from the perspective of reproduction alone, but the kiss alone took at least five minutes.

Oreo put his arm around Atifa, and the two gasped softly, and he looked down and kissed Atifa's nose, which was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Atifa lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against Oreo's chest like a kitten.

Oreo gently stroked Atifa's shoulder, the tip of his nose wafting with the familiar scent that warmed his body.

He had thought about a lot of things to say to Atifa before he came, but in the end he just spoke.

"You're actually the emperor."

"Hmm."

Atifa whispered, "The empire still lacks a prime minister. ”

"I have a relative who is about to lose his job, and I will introduce him to work with you when the time comes."

Atifa snorted.

"I want you to be prime minister."

"The prime minister can't speak during the day."

"It's okay, but it has to be you."

"Isn't it too child's play?"

"I'm the emperor, I'm in charge."

The two murmured, discussing the future of the empire in the sweetest whispers.

Time was almost fleeting, and he withdrew his hand from Oreo's hand, and Atifa whispered.

"The time is coming, turn your back, and I'll do the astrology for you."

Oreo nodded, got up and sat on the edge of the bed, Atifa half-crouched behind him, his eyes shining.

With a slender finger above his head, the sky above the palace seemed to be opened, the white clouds churned and scattered, and the brilliant stars fell to the ground, and they were gathered by an unknown force, gilding Atifa's dormitory with a layer of silver. Silvery-white light swept across the window lattice like water, and fine dust flew around them like elves.

In the silvery white shavings of light, the past in Oreo's mind flowed into special symbols, and Atifa watched intently at the river of memories in which she captured a girl with a high ponytail.

Atifa's voice became much clearer, and there were two voices in her sentence, one low and one high.

"You still have quite a few cronies in the Venada Empire."

"You know, Filia, my ex-fiancée...... I do have quite a few cronies. ”

The river continued to flow, and Atifa saw the soul of Redia.

"Shh

Rhodia turned around, silent, and then pointed to a wisp of remnant souls beside her.

The skeleton was about to disappear, and now only a faint phantom remained, and Atifa recognized the man as Ivan Bedford.

"Daddy."

Atifa murmured, and the silver river burst into waves, and the river swirled and continued to move forward.

"The price of resurrection of the dead is extremely harsh, and the Endless Heart can indeed give it a body, but the broken soul can only be compensated for by the soul of a loved one...... Yelena, you almost lied to me. ”

Atifa stared coldly at the river, the rushing waves fast-forwarding the memory.

"You pig-headed...... He can't live without a beloved. ”

As she spoke, Angelelle had already run out, and she rushed into the pillar of light, and then kissed Oreo hard.

"I like you...... It's just the part that pretends to be an older sister...... Hopefully this fools Tutan. ”

Falling to the ground, following the example of Badr, Angelyl sat quietly on the altar.

The black flames soon clinged to her toes, then ankles and calves.

Seeing this absurd scene, the river of memories became disordered, and Oreo closed his eyes and sighed under his breath.

"I'll admit that Angelelle does like me, but my memory is right in front of you, and you know what I'm thinking."

Atifa didn't say anything, she knew she shouldn't have read the memory.

The silver river suddenly froze, and the dust seemed to be frozen in place by the starlight, but if you looked closely, the dust swayed up and down in an extremely fine arc.

Atifa lifted her head, her long hair swaying wildly behind her head, her pupils shining brightly.

The dust flew like a streamer, and the silver river swept up.

"Black Dragon King, Kutaka!"

Oreo let out a groan of pain as a mountain-like figure whizzed through the ice field of his memory, sliding along it, the ice squeezed by an unknown force and making a crashing sound. The glacier cracked a thick crevice, which widened and slid like a poisonous snake into the distance.

Far away in sight is a crowd of trekking people, tricolor flags fluttering in the air.

The river of memory froze again, and Atifa scanned the memory back and forth, but all he could see was Kutaka's shadow, and the expedition to the northern wastelands seemed to have been erased.

"We'll ...... after we're gone"

Atifa's voice became obscure, shaking people's scalps, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Oreo said firmly.

"Kutaka killed me."

Atifa gasped.

"Is there something going on between you, why is this memory missing?"

After pondering for a moment, Oreo said firmly.

"It's not just me, everyone who died in the Northern Wasteland doesn't have this memory, it's the influence of Kutaka's spell, it knows the existence of Soul Burning Island, and it's afraid that the dragon's spell will leak out of the mouth of the undead, so that spell deprives us of our memory."

"Is that so?"

Atifa muttered, the river of memories flowing slowly, Oreo's steps kept moving forward, and after turning into an undead, he finally found a way to leave Soul Island.

After a long journey, the flat-headed man in a black coat finally arrived in Turin, where he cowered on the corner of Ninth Street, looking out at the office from afar.

The manservant with the basket passed by, and when he saw the man, he hesitated.

"Young Master?"

The flat-headed man bowed slightly, pointed to the office in the distance, waved his hand quickly, and then turned to leave.

Tears rolled down Atifa's eyes, rumored to be the heals of a serious illness, and these precious tears rolled on the sheets, quickly burning a large hole in the bed.

Oreo whispered, "I'll come to see you every month." ”

Atifa sobbed silently, covering her mouth with her hand, the fiery heat spreading beneath the scales, and red ripples from the junction of the scales to the scales.

"The past is over, and I'm in front of you now, isn't it?"

Oreo whispered comfortingly.

"I just...... I just ......"

The black dragon couldn't cry, "I just feel so sad. ”

"Reading the memory itself makes you feel empathy, you feel the obsession of the undead, and these thoughts have sustained me to live until now."

He paused, "May I turn around, Atifa." ”

Without giving the black dragon a chance to answer, Oreo turned around slowly.

The black dragon knelt not far from him, wiping his tears as he turned his head, the black scales were like a bodysuit, outlining the bewitching curves of Atifa, in addition to those terrible eyes, the pair of horns on his head were even a little cute.

He stretched out his right hand and gently wrapped his arms around the black dragon's waist.

"Zizizi".

The hot scales roasted Oreo's hands into a bloody blur, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, and he stared straight into the black dragon's eyes.

Like all dragons, Atifa has four pupils that make people dizzy at the first glance.

"Hug it."

He whispered.

The black dragon nudged his chest.

"You're going to be burned."

"No, it won't."

Oreo hugged Atifa hard, "The undead are still dominant, I knew it on the first day of my resurrection, and I live by obsession now." ”

His flesh had been melted by the heat, but new flesh was growing.

Atifa said sadly.

"When the obsession dissipates, you will die."

"But if I don't pursue obsessions, obsessions will turn me into a resentful spirit sooner or later."

Oreo whispered, "Actually, everyone is the same, they always live for various reasons, don't they?" ”

"What will I do if you die."

"I won't die, because the requirements of obsession are not so high, it can be watching a flower bloom or a meal, I will keep myself obsessed enough."

Oreo let go of his right hand, and the new flesh was covered with bones.

"Go ahead, help me find that vital thing, please."

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