Not only Guangcheng alone, but also more than their family, all the people present seemed to sit in two columns amicably, leaving the most noble and conspicuous position.

Guangcheng is very sure that the person who grew up in the soil is the same as what Li Junying said, because of the high forehead, and because of the feeling.

It's sticky and uncomfortable, but it's not an easy time to deal with. On such a cold battlefield...... Forget it, I don't dare to think about it, and if I think about it, I'm asking for hardship.

Li Junying himself slipped away, and Guangcheng watched him go. He's not an established person, and no one seems to notice him. If it hadn't been told in advance, it would have been hard to know if someone who had been an hour and a year had suddenly appeared.

He finally realized the current situation, and it can be said that it is not a matter of who wins or loses, but which side and the other side survive. All those who sit on the sidelines are a kind of deterrent and a kind of supervision.

When to succeed and when to erupt, everything depends on their judgment. And Guangcheng is one of them at the moment.

"We don't have to go through that much effort." Karaka's voice was very special, and Mitsukoto felt that the left and right channels were female and male on one side, and he could hear a little electronic sound. He is a singer, a singer, a man who strikes the soul with his voice.

Or rather, this "person" gives people a sense of unreality, that he did not exist, or that he has passed away.

But at this moment, in terms of seeing is believing, what does he want? Mitsusei was uncomfortable now, because he had become slimy, because he had been ordered to sit down, and because he felt a special gaze.

At the end of the day, he hates being watched, whether benign or malicious...... Most of the time it is difficult to distinguish between good intentions and bad intentions, and it is difficult to say that they are clearly distinguished, one step away, so to speak.

Subconsciously, he wanted to run away. But can he do it? Getting out of the predicament in front of you?

Karaka giggled, it wasn't evil...... In fact, it doesn't feel anything. That's not to say that there's nothing here, on the contrary, it's too complex to be analysed for a certain tendency, just like this person.

But his communication with the court lord was not—not interesting. They said a lot, each time they didn't speak for a long time, they maintained their due demeanor, their words were short and sharp, the only problem was that there was no problem. Nothing was singled out, so naturally nothing was solved. Those times are empty and meaningless.

"yes, boy, that's what you think."

Guangcheng raised his head sharply, and he saw a strange color again.

He had heard many indescribable descriptions before, such as colorful black and the like, and the mere mere look at those words was confusing. But for his part, he was able to understand the momentary pause.

The phrase was not public, and he thought that beings who had nothing to do with him were communicating with him privately.

"Do you want to come to me? It's warmer here. ”

Guangcheng finally saw a human appearance in the black mass - a scholarly atmosphere with a stubbornness, a different kind of handsomeness, and did not look like a person who could do bad things.

Physiognomy is a plus, and his words somehow have a mesmerizing charm.

Yes, Guangcheng is cold. His clothes were attached to his body, which lost his original heat preservation function, but no one asked him, and everyone was focused on another thing—something they were interested in.

This is temptation, and Guangcheng is very clear in his heart. He was fascinated because of a kind of thoughtfulness, but he was still sober.

At this point, there was no one else to disturb them, only Guangcheng and Karaka existed in a pure white world. And Karaka, who had the appearance of a god, stretched out a hand of hope and slowly approached him.

"Come on, child, everyone yearns for light and warmth, you can have them, why refuse?"

That's wonderful, Mitsusei just wants to say. Conversation of the heart? Attraction of the soul? It's like that, unexpectedly simple. But...... He just didn't quite understand...... He felt that it was too bright, too bright if it was only white.