The moon was high on the sea, the sea breeze was blowing, blowing away the dust and heat from the fiery charcoal in the barbecue grill, the chef was busy, a pair of fat hands deftly turning a considerable number of skewers, and in the corner of the "dew" table, there was a barrel-shaped stainless steel pot for cooking, which was boiling hot and white mist, and the chef's assistant poured sea salt and herb powder into it. /

Gregory and Colour Necker struck a languid posture like a lump of melted butter, almost limp on top of a large round chaise longue, woven of brown rattan as thick as straight-cut macaroni, shaped like a sloping bird's nest, each holding a glass of sweet and sour wine of golden "color".

"I know where I found Nishiren?" Glegri said.

"Where?" Senecker replied nonchalantly, he leaned over the cup, his nose reached into the cold wall, and the sound of inhalation echoed in the cup - he was still a little curious, Gligri was always so secretive about Xiren's origins, and the most profound, brazen and unscrupulous reporter could only trace Xiren's history back to the first thirteen years, when Xiren was still a fifteen-year-old girl, and there was no one in her chapter 155 area.

"Inside a dirty, damp, smelly straw hut." "I swear I just wanted to go duck hunting with my friends that day," Gregory said. Where I stood, shotgun in hand. Waiting for the hounds to startle the fat little ones, the moisture at dawn was heavy, and there was a mist drifting everywhere, and it was quiet all around, and the water under my feet penetrated into the soles of my boots, and I felt very cold, and I couldn't move, and it was then that I heard her voice—a terrible scream, loud and crisp. It pierced through the sky and the earth like a sharp thunderbolt...... I haven't heard that voice, that despair, that anger, that sorrow since...... I knew what I was going to do, to hell with the ducklings, I ran across half of the reeds with my gun and my feet full of mud, and I arrived just in time to see her grandfather and sister had been killed. She was still alive, and a hunter working for a wizard was busy cutting off her foot raw. ”

He raised his glass and took a sip: "I killed that guy, and his companion gave me a shot." But I dodged him, and he fled immediately - leaving the bleeding girl and two white corpses. He was distracted: "Can you imagine what it would have been?" The sun jumped out. The golden light shone on her body, and all over her body** was covered with tiny scars—the result of rats, mosquitoes, and untreated dermatitis, and she curled up in the sunlight, raising her arms to cover her eyes, like a little vampire confessed in Christchurch Square—bright red blood from her ankles, and the gashes were so bright, like cinnabar that had been deliberately smeared. ”

"She doesn't look like she's from the Southland." "The facial features and the skull don't quite resemble. ”

"She's not all," Glegley said, "and I did a little bit of research later, and she's a mixed race, and her father was black, and he's rich, and he's a little bit powerful." Her mother was a native of the Western Continent, a blonde and snow-skinned beauty, and when she was first born, she was thought to have inherited her mother's appearance, but after two years, her eyes changed from light brown to red," Glegri shrugged his shoulders, "her hair and eyebrows began to turn white, she was diagnosed as an albino, her father took her out of the hospital, did not go home, and handed her over directly to a loyal subordinate, who told him to throw her into the greater Victoria Lake District—her grandfather, who was also an old white ghost, Adopted her and several other helpless girls—it was not the first time that the 'hunters' had attacked them, and several of her sisters had suddenly disappeared without a trace one morning or evening, and one of her youngest sisters had died of dysentery, and her grandfather, fearing that someone would dig her out of her grave, chop her up, and sell her to wizards, so that the little girl's soul would never be at peace—the straw hut was their newest home, and it had been less than half a month since they moved in, and they didn't even dare to make a fire, They don't come into contact with people, they just get food from the lake and the lake, such as algae, fish and shrimp, snails, and bird eggs...... I helped her find a Catholic cemetery - it was very well guarded, buried her grandfather and sisters, and brought her here, when she first arrived - God, she was as thin as a skeleton and full of holes, and you would never know how I could have repaired her little by little. ”

"It's amazing," Lust Necker shook his head, "She never seems to have tasted a bit of suffering, and she's always been on top." ”

"That's because you've never seen her before, a cute and poor little leper cat, she yelled in the shower for the first time, she thought the coffee machine was magical, and for a long time she thought I was a powerful wizard." Glegri sneered triumphantly, "That's right, I'm a wizard, I created her, not the original inexplicable 'Kefei', but Xiren - my banshee, the man's banshee!" A woman's banshee! The banshee of the child! The old man's banshee! Banshee for all! He took a sip of the wine in the glass: "I wish her health!" ”

"I wish you good health." Senecke said, draining the glass as well.

Glegri was still unsatisfied, and he seemed to want to say something, but the cook approached, and he grabbed a lobster in one hand: "That one?" He asked, "Mr. Coso?" Glegri closed his mouth, his eyes rolling between the two lobsters, unable to decide: "...... Wait," he said, "well, both." Grill some lamb chops and beef tongue. ”

The chef bowed respectfully and stepped back with the lobster in his hand.

"Do you think the boys will need a late-night snack?" Glegri said.

"Oh, I said that." Lust Neke pursed his lips, "All they want are credits." He tilted his head and thought, "I don't have very deep contact with them, but...... I've seen Hopkins' father, Glegri, who is a doctor, a father who loves his children dearly, who is tolerant and gentle, but who is also strict, who will be indulgent in many ways, provided that he does not step on the bottom line he has set - I am a teacher, and I know that this kind of person is the most difficult to deal with, because he is smarter than you, and knows his children better than you, he knows how to use their affection, he knows how to fiddle with them, and he may be able to put up with a c, But he would never be happy to see Hopkins' last name appear on the poster and in the credits at the end of the film. He shook the empty cup: "I have to admit, Glegri, you are very 'good' and very ...... Succeed. But in many ...... Well, I'm saying that in the minds of some of the more old-fashioned and stubborn people, actors and singers still can't be a career on the stage. He sighed: "There are still thousands of people waiting for you to pick, give up the sand. Hopkins, not Beelzebub, none of them - to be honest, two beautiful children, I don't believe you can't find a second one. ”

"No," said Glegri, "you are not me, Seneck, you do not understand...... I know what kind of people can make other humans bow down to him without hesitation—Sasha. Hopkins was the first, and I saw so many people, men and women, young and old, that only he could make me feel that way — that he was someone who could replace Siren. He's just ...... now In a period of ignorance......" he waved his hands: "He doesn't know how to use himself yet, he doesn't know what he looks like in the eyes of others, but it may be that day, a morning or a moment, he will 'wake up', and at that time, the whole world will be amazed by him!" ”

He stood up and walked around the catwalk twice, suppressing his over-excitement — and after a few minutes, he returned to his place, took the bottle from the barrel, and brought himself and Senecke a glass each.

"At least, I can try, can't I?"

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)