The slightly dull medallion gave off a different texture in the dim carriage. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's already dusk.

Three days after the award ceremony, after more than ten days of isolation in the military headquarters, Su Junyan was finally able to go home.

"Do you want to wait for someone?" Wen Nington picked up another cigar and winked at Su Junyan as he spoke.

"No need. Su Junyan shook his head, he was not in a hurry to meet at this moment.

There's still a lot to do tonight, and it's destined to be a sleepless night.

Don't let her worry.

"Let's go. "The carriage forward.

After a while.

"Do you need me to send you a few men?" said Winnington suddenly.

"No, I don't. Su Junyan closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the car to pretend to sleep.

He's too tired today, but I'm afraid I'm going to be even more tired later, and it's a bit difficult to deal with if he doesn't have enough energy.

"I'm afraid that if you die, no one will give me an antidote. Wen Nington exhaled a puff of smoke and said slowly.

Su Junyan didn't speak, as if he was really asleep.

"Otherwise, you helped me detoxify, and I will do my best to help you get through this hurdle, and we will not owe each other anything in the future. Wen Nington didn't give up, and continued, "Anyway, now that you're famous, I can't help you, I'm a very trustworthy person, and I don't hold grudges." ”

There was still silence in the car, the workmanship of the carriage was very elegant, the anti-shock measures were perfectly done, no matter how you ran outside, there was no bump at all, only a gas lamp hanging on the roof of the car emitted a silent light.

"No talk?" Winnington was not discouraged, and smiled and flicked the ashes of his cigarette.

Su Junyan finally opened his eyes at this time, but he still didn't speak, just looked at Wen Nington with a smile, and there was a faint halo in his eyes.

"That's nothing. Winnington picked up his cigar again.

Su Junyan also closed his eyes.

The carriage was still galloping.

"Where's the astrology library?" asked Winnington again.

"White Seven. Su Junyan finally said a word.

Wen Nington frowned slightly when he heard this.

"What do you guess General Hai Criss told me?" Wen Ning stopped talking, but Su Junyan suddenly had something to say.

"Oh?" said Winnington, who did not guess, "I thought you were going to be on Odysseus' side. ”

Odysseus is on the side of the council, and indeed, Su Junyan's initial borrowing of Xiao Qianqi can easily make people misunderstand that he has already thrown himself into Pompeii.

"What do you think?" Su Junyan asked without answering, "Which side are you on Resfeld?"

This time it was Winnington's turn to smile silently.

Su Junyan didn't ask anymore.

The carriage reached the finish line.

"Really?" asked Winnington one last time.

Su Junyan shook his head and got out of the car.

Winnington didn't go at once, he waited in the car for a while, closed his eyes, knocked his fingers on the window for a long time, and said, "Go to Lorenz." ”

He lifted the curtain and glanced at the white number seven hidden in the night, and smiled.

This time, after all, it is to lose for a while.

Don't die.

The carriage was gone.

Su Junyan slowly walked into the white seven.

He knew that from the moment he got off the carriage, he was going to be one hell at a time.

In fact, he was quite surprised by the size of Resfeld's face, those people couldn't help it, thinking that Resfeld still had some weight in their hearts, at least the distance from the military headquarters to the White Seven.

The next step is his own path.

Su Junyan took a deep breath, it was really a long night.

Pushing open the door, the doorbell jingled.

Tonight, the White Seven closes early, and the money-hungry bartender has gone home.

There was only one light on in the very deserted tavern, and at the window, Yan Qi sat there, holding a glass of wine.

The black wooden box that had aroused countless desires was calmly placed beside him.

"Coming back?" Yan Qi nodded towards Su Junyan, "Come over and drink." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the endless night outside the window, and the magic air street lamps on the side of the road did not illuminate much darkness.

I don't know when, a thick fog has risen.

The fog enveloped the entire White Seven.

It's like a huge net.

"Do you want ice?" Yan Qi poured a glass of wine, picked up the ice bucket next to him and shook it.

"Yes. Su Junyan walked over and sat down, also looking out the window.

"Come on. Yan Qi handed the wine glass to Su Junyan and said, "Congratulations, welcome to the world of light." ”

"Thank you. Su Junyan picked up the wine glass, and the slightly dull medal began to shine in the light again.

"How does it feel?" said Yanqi, taking a sip of his wine, "the first day of walking in the sun. ”

"Not bad. Su Junyan nodded, a little absent-minded.

After a while, he put down his glass and said, "I'm sorry. ”

"Nothing to be sorry about. Yan Qi shook his head, "It's time for those people to regain their sight of the prestige of the number one demon king in the continent, otherwise it's been too long, I'm afraid no one will really remember it." ”

"Actually, it's me who should say I'm sorry, originally, it should be me who bears all this. He paused, then spoke softly.

Next comes silence.

Neither of them spoke.

Holding the remnants of wine in the glass, he looked at the floor-to-ceiling glass window that was gradually enveloped and swallowed by the mist.

The night passed slowly.

"It's time to come. Seventeen or eighteen minutes later, Yan Qi drank the last remnants of the wine, raised his hand and wiped the glass window that had been completely swallowed up by the fog.

The glass window was rubbed out into a perfect circle, and looking out through the circle, there was still nothing outside, and there was a strange sound like the sound of the wind.

"It's already here. Yan Qi put down the cup, and smiled with a rare smile on his perennially expressionless face.

He stroked the black wooden box beside him and said, "I'll go out for a while." ”

"Shall I come?" Su Junyan was also about to put down his wine glass.

"No, that's what I'm supposed to do. Yan Qi shook his head, stood up, and lifted the wooden box by the way.

He walked out step by step, holding the wooden box containing the world's peerless murder weapon in one hand, and with the other hand, he took out a metal strange-shaped mask from his arms, which was a very cold and hideous mask.

Fangs and fierce eyes, and there are all kinds of bulges that are hidden like eyes that are about to be opened.

If you are familiar with history and legends, you will probably know that this is the appearance of some kind of legendary demon.

It's called Shura.

Yan Qi put on Shura's mask, opened the door, and said, "You can sleep well, and the fog will dissipate when you wake up." ”

With that, he closed the door.

Only the crisp ringing of bells lingers in the night.

Su Junyan shook the last sip of wine in his glass and watched as the circle on the window was swallowed by the mist again.

He drank his wine, listened to the wind outside, and gradually fell asleep. ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――― ask for recommendations and collections.