Pars looked at Wren's silhouette, his face softer in the less bright light, thick eyebrows, and godly eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He has a contradictory temperament, flying and restrained. Calm, but there is also a hint of heat.

She knew very well that Wren had lied.

In the same way, she also hid what happened to her. She groped her way through the corridor, and after a few moments she lost track of Wren. She was frightened, frightened, fell on the run, fell on a water, sank somewhere in a strong sense of suffocation. She saw something, like a bystander of history, calmly and rationally watching some things happen and continue. The story is full of lies, deception, everyone has several masks, and everyone is constantly changing roles.

It was a world like a grand masquerade, where the selfishness of human nature, the conflict of desires, and the collusion of interests, like an infinitely extended epic, shocked her, made her think, and surprised her.

She has a special power, the power to see through people's hearts. When Wren said that he had fallen, Pars naturally had a judgment in his heart that Wren was lying, he didn't faint, he must have gone through some experiences that might be similar to his own, but he didn't say it honestly.

Pars wasn't going to reveal Wren's little secret, just as she would never admit what kind of power she had gotten, and it would be the greatest gift she had ever received since she became empress, from her ancient ancestors, from the gods. Think about it, in the days to come, no one can deceive themselves, every word they say will be judged to be true or false, and the power in her hands will become more and more powerful, and finally stand at the pinnacle of this world and become a real, veritable first empress of the ages.

The corners of her eyebrows were slightly raised, and she turned her eyes to the book in her hand again, reading with relish. These books contain some very secret prehistoric stories, some customs, some profound truths, and some secret anecdotes.

Wren's eyes were on the page, but his mind was not. He had the illusion for a moment just now, as if someone was in a corner, scanning him with eyes that were enough to see through him, which made him feel uncomfortable. It feels like it comes and goes quickly. He carefully looked through the corner of his eye for a moment to observe Pars, who only looked up at him for a few moments, and then turned his attention to the book. Wren gradually gathered his mind, and he also looked down, slightly stunned.

The slightly yellowed pages, like the surrounding walls, have long since become yellowed and brittle after endless years, and the black ink imprints have also turned gray. The nib-sized text filled the entire page, and Wren didn't know where to start. He frowned slightly, his heart was impetuous, he thought that this inheritance would bring him something, but he didn't expect that he just watched a real movie and brought himself some books.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, he glanced at the lines of inexplicable words, and the nameless karmic fire in his heart surged from the soles of his feet.

What the hell is this book talking about? The moment he was about to close the book, a stream of heat flowed in his left eye, and the dizzying little text on the page suddenly came to life, constantly swimming, turning into a black and white animation, and at the edge of the animation, some bold and black words kept appearing to narrate.

"In the thirty-seventh year of the Golden Dragon, the lawbreaker Mongaldo took his army and embarked on a journey to slay the dragon. ”

On the page appeared a bearded man with a horned helmet, followed by many, many armies, walking down a hillside.

The picture suddenly turns, and a dark cloud fills the top of the page, and in the dark cloud there is a pair of blank eyes, giving people a very evil illusion. Mongaldo and his soldiers on the hillside raised their weapons and resisted the pressure from the sky.

"The Black Dragon St. Van Curlis met these dragon slayers, and he hid in the dark clouds and attacked Mongaldo from the halfway, causing him and his soldiers to suffer heavy losses. ”

The wyvern fell, tearing the soldiers to pieces, and he spewed flames.

"But Mongaldo the Spellbreaker did not flee because of St. Van Collis's sneak attack, he bravely met the black dragon and defeated him. ”

The contents of the pages of the book are gradually magnified as if the camera in a movie has been zoomed in. A black dragon and the bearded man fought together, and it didn't take long for the bearded man to defeat the black dragon, stepping on the black dragon's corpse, holding the sharp axe in his hand.

"As a result, the Spellbreaker tore apart the history of the dragons' domination of all things, ushering in a new world for the human race. ”

......

Wren glanced at Pars quietly and flipped to the next page. Each text has become a simple, popular, and interesting animated short film, and even a fool knows that something must have happened to him. Wren rubbed his eyes, and his movements were abrupt, and he clearly felt that his left eye seemed to be warmer than his right eye. He covered his left eye and looked around, but there was no mirror or anything like that. He hesitantly walked over to Pars and placed the book on the table.

Alarmed by Wren's movements, Pars raised her head, she was still immersed in the wonderful world of the book, and asked a little blankly, "What's wrong? Is it dawn?"

Wren shook his head, he let go of his left hand, revealing his left eye, "My eyes are a little stinging, is there something dirty?"

He uses his thumb and forefinger to spread his upper and lower eyelids open, exposing his eyeballs to the fullest extent. Pars leaned closer to take a closer look, and the breath she breathed hit Wren's face as she breathed, and there was a unique feminine scent.

"I don't see anything. Pars sat back, smiling as if she were smiling, for Wren had lied again, and he knew what was wrong with his eyes, but he lied to her that he had a dirty thing. What exactly is Wren hiding?

Wren put his heart back in his stomach and rubbed his left eye, "Is it nothing?"

Pars, there must have been something going on!

The two people in the secret room, each with their own thoughts, knew that the other person was lying, but acted as if they didn't know at all. It's no wonder that the more outstanding a politician is, the more potential he has to become an actor, and he can still keep his eyes open and talk nonsense so naturally, which is not something that ordinary actors can do.

Wren patted the book and walked around the room, looking for something, a place big enough for him to stick the ring into, like a groove, or a very soft place.

He flipped through each book, and Pars, who was sitting at the table reading, frowned and glanced at Wren with disgust, but Wren pretended not to know.

Whether it's reading or writing, you need a relatively quiet environment. In a quiet environment, thinking can spread unlimitedly, get experience and experience inheritance from books, and let your thinking fly. Quietness can also make the attention more focused and more focused, so as to achieve maximum efficiency. But Wren kept walking around, flipping through each book, and the noise distracted Pars. Her mind was so moved by Wren's noise that she had to close the book and glare at Wren.

"Baron Wren, what are you doing, what do you want to do?", Empress Pars's aura exploded instantly, Wren's movements stiffened, and then he smiled to resolve the embarrassment, "I want to find a book that I like to read." ”

Lie!

This liar!

Pars took a deep breath and suppressed the anger fluctuating in her heart, she looked directly at Wren, who did not avoid her gaze, and smiled apologetically, as if not affected by Pars's momentum at all.

The two were at a stalemate for a moment, and Pars stood up, "Okay, you play slowly, I'll go first." She actually walked towards the stone gate, stretching her waist as she walked, "You don't know how tired I am these days, ah, I can finally have a good night's rest." Good night, Baron Wren, remember to close the door when you leave, there is a mechanism on the wall on the right outside the stone door, just slap it. ”

Was Pars really affected to go back to sleep? She did, but she was definitely not going back to sleep, but to develop the special abilities she had been given. Pars is a very, very smart person, with her divine blood and excellent genes, so that she is blessed with unique physical qualities. Wren told three lies, and she thought of a possible way to enhance her abilities, and she was eager to try.

It just so happens that you can use this excuse to leave without being suspected by Wren.

After Pars left, Wren's pupils dilated slightly, and from a scientific point of view, he was now a little more relaxed than before. He glanced at the book Pars was reading, but was surprised to see that in the middle of the stone table, underneath Pars's book, there was a slightly recessed groove.

He immediately walked over and looked at the ring on his finger, and there was a light in his eye!

That's right!

He inserted the ring and twisted it slightly counterclockwise, the stone table slowly sinking to the ground, and a display case slowly rising. On the display case, there is a pile of yellow dust. Wren hesitated and poked with his hand, and there was a hard object in the dust. He took it out and looked at it, and his brain exploded instantly.

An inconspicuous brass ring, like the one on his index finger now, was exactly the same.