The cold night breeze with the faint smell of silver osmanthus entered through the half-rolled bamboo curtain and gently teased the gauze tent.

As usual, the owner of the house slowly woke up at this time. No one would come and harass him easily, because they were all working hard for the night feast, and there would be scaryly sweet sugar crabs, and delicious sliced sea bass, and in fact, no matter how the dishes changed, they would be at least half left every day. It turns out that where there is sheng, thrift is often a luxury.

Today was a little different from the past, Sheng woke up a little early, but it was rare that he didn't call everyone over to taunt and reprimand, but quietly walked out of bed barefoot.

He wanted to see where he was, and he was going to meet a very important enemy, and he couldn't afford to lose.

The bronze mirror is an honest reflection of everything it can see, and in general, it is believed that the image it reflects is real.

Thinking ironically, Sheng twirled his toes slightly as he fiddled with his silver embroidered white robe, looking at his smiling face as usual through the light of the Maizuru lamp. It didn't seem to have been trimmed much lately, and his dark hair grew a little, gently brushing his slightly thin shoulders in the breeze. He slowly combed his soft hair with his long fingers, admiring himself a little morbidly.

He was an extremely beautiful young man, and everyone who met him said so. He has a slender physique that does not look weak, and his skin is so fair and slightly transparent that he has lived in the dark for a long time. The face with a slightly pointed chin but not thin is feminine and soft, often with a seductive charm in it; His lips are pale and showy, he knows how to smile slightly at the corners of his lips, and with his amber eyes and soft voice, everything is perfect - he knows better than anyone else that he is proud of his capital.

However, all this is only a fragile surface, and it is useless to deal with that person's words. He was anxious, but he couldn't find a reason to attack, so he had to purse his soft lips into a thin line. Heaven seemed to be especially gracious to him, and he was hardly rebuked except for the suffering of his childhood. But he knew that the man would see through the humility beneath his glitz, he had imagined the other party's friendly smile at him, the black, abyss-like eyes would stare at him calmly under the cover of a smile, and the gentle voice would ask smoothly how the child with black blood survived and how to become a noble king......

Why would he be so afraid of his opponent who had only heard the voice, he knocked over the mirror in confusion, slowly slid down, and simply sat down on a thick, gorgeous velvet blanket, arms folded on his knees.

The steady sound of footsteps came all the way, and he didn't move until the familiar figure gently pushed the door in.

"You care a lot," Petra said affirmatively, glancing at him, as she walked over the bed and picked up a colorful and colorful brocade robe to put it on for him, "you are very unwilling to admit defeat when you are persuaded by him." ”

Petra is smart and a great partner. He smiled bitterly when he heard the last word, and felt nervous inexplicably.

"Because I haven't lost in a long time. He replied meaninglessly, his breathing a little disturbed by the unspeakable oppression.

It is possible to climb higher only by trampling the enemy under your feet, so defeat becomes intolerable. It's not what it used to be, he should be calm. Obviously began to forget the humble and weak taste of the past, but now he remembers the pain, and it is really indestructible is only the surface, he is like this neon brocade on his body, luxurious and empty. Burying his face between his arms, he hoped to relieve his headache – in vain.

His neck was choked by an invisible hand that wanted him to suffocate. And who is that hope?

"Kamibai Ze and he will be here soon. Squatting down and putting her hand on his shoulder, Petra reminded softly.

"I was the one who invited him here, why do you think I would do that?" he raised his face to meet Petra's blue eyes, "tell me." ”

Petra struggled to think with her limited emotional cognition: "You hate uncertain things, and you don't have control over his thoughts and actions, which makes you uncomfortable. ”

That's right, there was no sense of security at all, so he was willing to let that person come over and get a definite result.

"But now I'm a little worried, I'm not better than Sikong, and if I fail, I may not be able to accept the result......"

"You've got everything arranged, you can't fail. ”

No, he wasn't sure...... At the moment he wanted to hold on to anything he was sure of, but his pride wouldn't allow him to do so.

The Sikong who has the ability to invade dreams is very similar to him, and uses his dreams to infect reality, which is their way of protecting themselves.

(They ask for immortality, but for the immortality of those they love...... And you should be expecting someone who sincerely prays for your immortality......)

Why did Sikong accept this, they were talking about different immortality, and that person had changed the original topic cunningly......

(And you, too, should be in the expectation ......) Damn, was even he bewitched by these words?

"Aning, what kind of soul do you want to devour?" he asked suddenly, with a hint of persecution in his tone, "Sublime, powerful, firm?"

In that case, it must be the soul of that person, different from his soul like a candle in the wind. The reason why everyone surrenders to him is nothing more than because of his position, and even the most loyal friends will spit on him after seeing that person's soul gesture, right?

Petra looked at him strangely and did not answer.

He had no choice but to sigh softly: "You have seen him, tell me, what is his soul like?"

"His soul ...... It's like silverware dug out of the ground, stained but shining the more you wipe it," Petra replied thoughtfully, looking at him again, "and yours too." ”

Seemingly clever but unusually redundant words. He sneered: "Then mine just didn't wipe it......"

Petra was honest, he didn't doubt that he was similar to that person, but the more he did it, the more he felt empty, and he felt like a fake.

"You're a little weird. Petra looked a little troubled, which undoubtedly irritated him—

"Is this starting to get impatient?" he stood up with a defiant sneer, and the neon brocade fell softly to the ground, and the scattered appearance looked like a puddle of mud to him, "I just endure it because I still have use value, if I lose my value, I'm afraid you want to tear me apart more than anyone else......"

Petra picked up the brocade robe and stood up, as he could only meet the calm gaze when he looked up, and he bit his lip in exasperation and turned his face away.

"Don't worry, as long as the contract remains, you are my only king," Petra was not angry, "according to the contract, I will fight to the death for your soul and be loyal to you as you wish, until you come to the end of your life and willingly give everything you have." Isn't that a little more reliable?"

He finally sneered at ease: "This is the monster's answer...... Remember what you said. ”

Petra could see that he was still reluctant: "You actually hate being protected, don't you? Prove to me that the soul I covet is stronger than the others." ”

That's it, as long as there is expectation, he can become what people want him to be.

There was no need to put on the neon brocade robe again, he walked out briskly as usual, smiled impeccable as usual, looked at the pair of dark and calm eyes as expected, and said in a pleasant tone: "I have admired the two prestige for a long time, and the boy has lost his ......."

Is the soul shining like a silverware that has been wiped out...... The person he was jealous of and longed for stood in front of him, and he smiled childishly and haughtily, as if he had always been so white and flawless.