I don't know how long I walked, but when I was walking on an endless wasteland, I finally saw a figure, leaning on the throne, holding my chin, looking at her nonchalantly.

At this moment, far away from time and space, the four eyes were facing each other.

An empty and unforgiving, empty and indifferent.

A warm and gentle, gentle and gentle.

They should be two extreme eyes, but there are some strange similarities.

There is a long and boundless dissipation.

It seems to look at you, and it seems to look at the world.

It seems to be looking at the world, but it seems to be looking at the vast beauty of the world behind you.

Or, they didn't look at anything, they just looked away, without focus, without a reason.

Inexplicably a little empty.

"Jun like the moon?"

The dark shadow above the throne slowly spoke.

The voice was hoarse, ravaging with a strange gentleness.

It seemed to come from all directions, pouring into Si Ruan's ears, a little itchy, not very comfortable.

She reached out and scratched her ear, and nodded slowly.

"Hmm."

"Something?"

There is no imaginary tension, and there is no cross-eyebrow coldness.

Gentle and gentle, plain and bland, as if talking to a friend who has come from afar.

In other words, it is a passer-by, talking in three or two sentences.

It's contradictory.

Very contradictory.

At least, seeing the direct descendants of the surname Jun, Ye Mingyan should not have such an indifferent attitude.

The system was a little hairy, and asked Teacher Si secretly.

[-Host, this person, is there something wrong with this person?] It's strange to have such a gentle attitude——]

"Hmm-"

Teacher Si tilted his head and stared at the man above for a few moments.

Shen said:

"It's not quite right."

He didn't hate, not at all.

Not to mention hatred, even other emotions and senses seem to have disappeared.

Like a sane and alive alien.

This doesn't quite match the plot she received.

On it, it is a straightforward expression of how strong the hatred of the night is.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is devastating.

But the man in front of him—

Well, it's really not right-

She stared at the person, blinking and not speaking.

"Huh?"

I didn't hear her speak, and the person sitting on the seat changed his posture and asked lazily:

"Not coming for me?"

"yes—"

Teacher Si blinked.

Looking at the red-robed man who was far away and near, sitting on the throne, but being bound by countless invisible chains behind him, he said slowly:

"Do you want to die?"

Afterlife?

The man's expression was blurred in the vastness, and there was no change in the slightest.

Just muttered.

"You want me to die?"

"Yes."

Below, the woman in white standing on the empty and boundless hall had a gentle eyebrow and a different kind of restraint.

It's like talking to someone very close.,Gentle and gentle.,Swallowing slowly.,It's like a good temper.。

However, there is not much temperature in this woman's eyes.

There is only warmth, and most women without temperature are cold and heartless.

Because, she is the same for anyone, no exceptions, no special.

This realization made the man on the throne seem to laugh.

"Just want me to die, no other purpose?"

"Nope."

She shook her head.

"Okay."

The woman's affirmative answer made the man on the throne nod his head and respond nonchalantly.

Then, he stood up and walked slowly down.

With every step, the invisible chains behind him made a clanging sound, which was very harsh.