The sound of pleasant and light high-heeled footsteps bouncing in front of him, looking at the sudden change of heart and attitude of the Drow maid, made the black-haired man a little uncomfortable - where is the majesty of the god stick that he said is good?

Another gust of fresh wind blew through the monotonous corridor, making the dark-haired man's nose itch a little, and he just realized that the temperature was starting to get even colder.

The man gently hugged his chest, and his hands gently rubbed and groped on the upper walls on both sides, trying to add some warmth to himself, "Amy, how far is it?"

"It's here. Zhuge always felt that the guy standing in front of him was not Zhuoer, but a succubus.

As if alarmed by the visitor, the young man in the cell raised his head slightly.

Long white hair casually draped over his shoulders, and a pair of beautiful lilac eyes stared at him, but seemed to be blinded by some fog. The young man stood up, and the black-haired man noticed that the other party's height was only more than 10 centimeters less than his own, and it seemed that he was about to catch up with the height of the Bane battle priest Mina, who was far taller and stronger than the average drow male.

The young man remained dressed as he had been in the same way, and it seemed that the Drow maids had only removed their weapons when escorting him, and had not caused him any more threat or harm - he was wearing a green cloak with a leather collar and a pair of black boots on his feet.

"You're here to kill me, aren't you? The young man's eyes sank slightly, he looked at the extremely lazy guy in front of him, couldn't he deal with himself a little more formally? Or was he really just an insignificant character in front of him, in that case, why bother to come here in person?

The black-haired man looked at the seemingly calm young man in front of him, he kept his face calm, and observed the other party quietly. Because, he needs to confirm one thing on the other party.

"Tell me about yourself. Zhuge will not admit the fact that he has forgotten the other party. He looked around and blew on the floor at his feet, and a large amount of smoke and dust poured up the breath, making him choke.

The man didn't pay much attention to it, and then he sat down on the improvised floor.

The young man labeled the black-haired man in front of him in his mind - "an alien without a shelf", but for his own drowning race, being able to walk around the underground city of Gulrola at will, and being a "divine messenger" representing the goddess Rose was a shocking anecdote in itself.

But he hadn't forgotten the purpose of the other party's trip," Trist, Trist Duchaeden. ”

"Drow soldiers of the Iys. Looking at the chains on his hands, he sighed softly.

Noticing the other party's gaze, Zhuge glanced in the direction and said casually in a mocking tone: "Do you need to use such a thick chain to tie up a Zhuoer man?"

The maid hurriedly lowered her head and explained, "There are only such tools in the room here, but they are just made from local materials. ”

Zhuge shrugged his shoulders, "You heard it all, don't think I'm targeting you." He pointed to the floor and added, "If you don't mind, can you sit down and talk, I'm a little tired with my head up." ”

Trist hesitated for a moment, then sat down without pretending to be arrogant. Zhuge didn't know that he had another adjective on the label in the other party's mind - "strange anomaly without a shelf".

After the black-haired man watched the other party sit down safely, he suddenly changed his face and said, "You're right, I'm here to kill you." ”

The young man was caught off guard, he looked at the other party dumbfounded, thinking about the kindness that the guy in front of him had just expressed, did he dare to tell him about his death?

"Thank you, I see. Trist's lilac eyes darkened even more, and he smiled slightly awkwardly, "Then let's do it." ”

Then, the black-haired man in front of him suddenly stood up, he lowered his head slightly, as if he was ready for the upcoming fate, but the other party did not make the slightest movement, and a voice came in his ear.

"If you want to embrace your future, hold your chest high and face your destiny with dignity. ”

"Life or death. ”

Trist raised his head, but for some reason, the black-haired man felt a different brilliance in those lilac pupils, he leaned forward, grabbed the iron pillar in front of him with both hands, and his tone was full of unwillingness, "No matter what I do, the end will be death." In that case, what's the difference between facing it and not facing it?"

"Then, smash it!" Zhuge walked into the iron pillar in front of the prison and squatted down towards the young Zhuoer, in Trist's eyes, the strange-looking man in front of him looked like a demon from the abyss, and his deep voice seemed to be constantly bewitching his thoughts.

"The most important question, however, is, do you have this attachment?"

The black-haired man stood up again, he looked at the calm young Drow, and continued, "Don't rush to answer, answer me a question first." The man watched as the other turned his attention to himself, and continued, "If you lived, what would you want to do?"

"You can think of it as a key issue to determine whether you can survive in the world, or you can think of it as a casual conversation. ”

"How to ask is my business, and how to answer is the question you need to think about. The dark-haired man turned his back to young Drow, flicked his sleeves, and patted his back and ass lightly, and soon a layer of white smoke came out.

Trist pressed his head against the crack in the iron window, and slowly stood up along the gap, the iron rope on his body made a "bang" sound with his movements, and it was tense, as if trying to suppress his resistance.

The young drow turned his gaze to the languid man in his pajamas, staring at the other man's deep black pupils, his purple eyes revealing an unyielding determination, and he spoke slowly, as if the words were popping out between his teeth.

"I want to destroy this false society full of lies. ”

"Oh?" Zhuge turned around, looking interested, "What do you want to do?"

"Kill the Mistress. The angry look was directed at the "oracle" in front of him.

"One dies, and then another one comes out again. The brunette man didn't question whether the other person had the ability to match his words.

"Then kill. ”

"These are your people, can you do it?" Zhuge laughed, but the corridor was full of shrinking movements, "Do you want to kill all your compatriots?"

"No, I ......" Trist argued as he puffed out his chest and looked directly at the other.

"I'm sorry, I didn't answer well. ”

Interrupting the other party's words, the black-haired man stopped laughing, his face full of coldness.