"Where have you been?" Seeing him return, Erina seemed a little dissatisfied.

Of course, it was not the dissatisfaction with seeing him, but the dissatisfaction with the fact that the young man had not been seen for so long.

"I met a guy who was quite interesting." Nanaya smiled and put the juice in his hand in front of the two girls.

"Women?" The eldest lady's tone was a little heavier.

"No, it's a man." Seven nights laughed.

Erina gave him a suspicious look, and after a while, she turned her head away, picked up the juice and took a sip.

Then ...... * face.

Someone who is used to it just looks at the two girls who are caught in the * so calmly.

Picking up the juice he had prepared for himself, Qiye stepped aside and looked out the window at the darkness.

"How does it feel?"

"I'm excited to dismantle him one by one."

"Really?"

"You should understand, this unparalleled pleasure."

“……”

Nanaya was silent for a moment, smiled softly, and ended the call with the other self in his mind.

Raise your head and look at the stars in the sky.

Kira ...... Is it?

Although there is another personality in it, it is already a very good result to be able to escape under his nose.

As I said before the Seven Nights, no matter how powerful wisdom is, no matter how powerful it is, it has no effect in the face of absolute power.

In his hands, not to mention Kira, even if it was Chu Xuan or anyone else, he could only wait for death.

There is no other reason. It's just that the general trend of the Seven Nights has been achieved.

The difference in strength between the two is too great, and if it was when Nanaya first became an executioner in the first place, Kira might still have a chance. But now......

He is like the Cao Wei group in the Three Kingdoms, even if Wuhou's wisdom is against the sky, he can't reverse the situation.

Thinking of this, Qiye couldn't help but sigh softly.

Although Kenneng is a little hypocritical to say this, he does have some expectations that someone can appear to fight with him.

This may be a common problem of the heroes, right?

In a past life. There are always people who complain that the demon king in those novels let the little brother go to level up the protagonist, and think they are stupid.

But how can otaku understand. The idea that the person who stands at this height has.

The butt decides the head, just as an ant never understands what an elephant is thinking.

Of course, having said that, Nanaya still doesn't have this kind of problem of liking to cultivate opponents at the moment.

After all, he himself can only be regarded as a pawn in the hands of the main god. Far from reaching the summit, there is no time to find opponents to play games with you.

"So...... I'm sorry, it would have been nice if you had shown up earlier or later, but now, it's really not a good time, and it seems that destiny is not on your side. ”

In a teasing tone, Qiye raised his glass to the window, and then drank the juice in the cup in one gulp.

He took the piece of paper he had picked up from his pocket and took a pen from his hand. On it was written the name of a person.

Ignoring the dissatisfaction of the other personality in his mind, he had already decided that he would naturally not pay attention to the idea of another murderer state.

Toss the piece of paper aside. The boy turned away.

There, the eldest lady had recovered and was clamoring for a chess showdown with him.

For this kind of sadistic behavior of the girl, Qiye naturally does not refuse to come.

It just so happened that taking this opportunity to make some more bets must not take long. The girl was going to have to pack herself up and deliver it to him.

………………

At the same moment, the white-haired young man who was sitting in the car and driving towards the Far Moon Palace was suddenly stunned.

He suddenly had the feeling that he seemed to be ignoring something.

Si Yingshi glanced up at the driver in front of him, who was controlled by his illusion. He nervously looked around the left and right windows, and finally lowered his head, frowning.

The more intelligent a person is, the less likely they are to doubt this sixth-sense intuition.

Because this is most likely a situation where something has been discovered in the subconscious, but the apparent consciousness has not yet reacted.

In other words, he probably ignored something, but he didn't find it himself.

"Kira, why are we going to the Far Moon Palace? Isn't that guy there right now? ”

The tendoned Grim Reaper completely ignored the boy's strange movements, and was still gushing inquiring.

Si Yingshi frowned, he was originally recalling the previous events, but was interrupted by the Grim Reaper.

glanced at the stupid Grim Reaper beside him angrily, he really had the urge to let the other party roll.

But thinking that if he met Qiye Ling, only this guy could resist it a little, so he still couldn't help but didn't speak.

"That's why we're going because he's there." Si Yingshi rubbed his eyebrows, and helplessly explained: "There is a saying in Huaxia, it is called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, winning all battles, I originally thought that I knew Qiye Ling very well, but now I have found out that what I know may just be what the murderer deliberately wants us to know......"

Thinking of the information spread in the space, the white-haired young man couldn't help but feel a little more jealous of the seven nights.

"The opponent's chess pieces have already fallen, and our current situation is very dangerous, if we want to dodge, we will only be eaten up by the opponent little by little."

"So we're going to get to know him?" Death suddenly realized, and then shuddered.

Thinking of the murderer who almost wiped himself out when he met twice, he was afraid, and now he has to get close to each other?

Si Yingshi naturally didn't know what the Grim Reaper was thinking.

All his attention now was focused on the notebook in his hand.

Looking back at his memory, in the brief confrontation with the seven nights, if there was anything he didn't quite understand, it was only the last moment, why didn't he dare to write down the name of that person.

"Even that murderer shouldn't be able to resist the power of *, right? So why do I have strong heart palpitations and don't dare to write that name? ”

Thinking so, Si Yingshi opened his notebook and took out his pen.

Eizayama Ezuya.

It's still this name, Si Yingshi stroked it one by one, and wrote it very seriously.

But when he wrote the last stroke, his hand paused again, and a strong palpitation welled up in his heart, as if something terrible would happen after this stroke fell.

"Death?" Si Yingshi spoke suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Have we forgotten something?"

"What?"

"I remember when I was about to write down the name Erina Nagikiri, Nanaya Ling came over, right?" Si Yingshi suddenly turned his head and stared at his own death.

The Grim Reaper was taken aback by him, and after thinking about it carefully, he quickly nodded: "Yes." ”

Hearing this agreed, the white-haired boy's face suddenly turned even paler than his hair color. (To be continued)