Gray is probably not very flattering.

Most people don't like gray very much either.

The kind of color that can't be said to be of any color, but it feels cloudy and unbearable, and it is impossible to distinguish between black and white.

The bar that Mo Ruoxiao walked into with Ning Chen was called gray.

The bar is not too far from the school, just over a quarter of an hour's foot. But the location is not very good, at the back of Kinabalu Park, in the basement of a certain tea house. Because it was daytime, the bar was deserted because there were no people. Looking at its geographical location, it is estimated that business will not be much better at night.

Mo Ruoxiao walked directly to the private room inside, and his footsteps did not stop. The staff in the bar also acted as if they hadn't seen this person, and they didn't stop him at all.

Ning Chen followed behind Mo Ruoxiao, frowning.

This bar is very weird.

At least the staff inside is very weird.

Ning Chen looked at Mo Ruoxiao in front of him, and then at the bar waiters around him, it was really getting more and more wrong.

With Mo Ruoxiao's demonic appearance, these waiters didn't react at all, and they didn't see it like they didn't see it?? What the hell is this place?

Puzzled in his heart, Ning Chen didn't ask Mo Ruoxiao for half a minute.

In Ning Chen's heart, no matter how weird this place is, it is not as weird as the demon in front of him.

The originally planned life was shattered at the moment when this demon appeared.

Returning to a normal life is really just a delusion.

Ning Chen was still expressionless, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

When he arrived at the private room, Mo Ruoxiao casually pulled out a chair and sat down. Someone seemed to know that someone was going to come to this private room, and on the table in the middle were a few shiny glasses and a large bottle of cold lemonade.

Mo Ruoxiao obviously didn't know what politeness was, so he poured himself a cup, but when he drank it, he seemed cautious.

Ning Chen naturally sat down, and he poured a cup according to Mo Ruoxiao's example, but he didn't drink it.

The ice in this water is blue and blue, like sapphires, dazzling.

And the lemon slices also seem to be a little wrong, although the skin is still yellow, but the flesh is gradually turning blue.

"This is a good thing, don't you drink it?" Mo Ruoxiao saw that Ning Chen didn't drink it, and said intentionally or unintentionally.

"I'm afraid of making a fool of myself. Ning Chen said bluntly. For the demon in front of him, it's still good to be direct, and it's not suitable for twists and turns.

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Mo Ruoxiao seemed to be choked up, and he didn't say a word for a while.

"You're so boring. Mo Ruoxiao still couldn't hold back after all, sighed lightly, and said. The breath that came out was with an obvious white chill, and the temperature of the water that was obviously drunk was extremely low.

"Each other. Ning Chen shrugged, leaned back in his chair, and said with a very relaxed look.

You know I'm boring and you're still recruiting me, and you're also boring.

The meaning in the words is overflowing.

"Then let's not talk about these boring things, I just want to ask you, what kind of inheritance have you got?" Mo Ruoxiao gently shook the cup, and the blue ice cubes in the cup collided with each other and made a crisp sound.

Inheritance??

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes.

Another burst of electric shock pain in the fingertips.

He always wanted to get rid of the dream-like memory, but the memory was like a knife, deeply engraved in his heart. Even though Ning Chen always said to himself that it was a dream, a strange dream, he still couldn't deceive himself and erase this memory.

"What? don't say it? 9,999 people's blood and spirit, you and I really want to make a demon in the world, destroy the world, I'm not so bored. Mo Ruoxiao took a sip of lemonade lightly and said lightly.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine human lives, plus myself, ten thousand human lives!

Ning Chen's heart trembled slightly.

But not for the lives of those who died, but for their own ruthlessness.

Since when has I become so indifferent?

Even if Ning Chen had witnessed most of those lives, and even some of them were familiar with them! But looking back at this time, the white bones could no longer set off the slightest wave in his heart.

Ning Chen looked at the demonic man in front of him with a complicated expression, if it weren't for this man, he might still be a little naïve?

No!

Ning Chen immediately gave himself the answer.

He and he are the same kind of people, with the same goal, different ways, and that's it.

"With the blood and soul, pain and wailing from deception, what kind of inheritance do you think you can get?" Ning Chen whispered, and there was a little more emotional fluctuation in his tone.

"So I'm the King of Bewitchment. Mo Ruoxiao laughed, but said categorically.

"It's just bewitchment, I'm afraid it's not that simple, right?" Ning Chen didn't look at Mo Ruoxiao, but lowered his head and drank a slight sip of lemonade.

The bone-chilling chill came from the mouth, but before it could cause typhoid fever to the body, it was resisted by countless tiny currents and turned into a slightly hot stream of water.

Ning Chen sighed softly, and the breath he came out was only faint white, not cold, but like water vapor after heating water.

Mo Ruoxiao's eyes shrank, and Ning Chen's breath was like an answer, ready to come out.

That's really not a good answer.

Mo Ruoxiao tapped the glass lightly, and a fluctuation enveloped the entire room.

"By chance, I got the crystal skull and the black blood. Mo Ruoxiao took a sip of water and said.

"As you know, those two things are mutually restrictive and do not coexist with each other. The crystal skull represents the immaculate, and the black blood represents the original sin, but I have found the method of sacrifice in the mysterious East. Exhaling, Mo Ruoxiao glanced at Ning Chen and continued.

"So, my only question is, what god or demon should I choose to sacrifice, and what should I choose after sacrificing to the god or demon. ”

Ning Chen only looked up at Mo Ruoxiao at this time, obviously Mo Ruoxiao's words at this time had already aroused his interest.

"Both of them are holy and demonic things, but their attributes are opposite, but if they are used to sacrifice gods and demons, it is the best. ”

"For what is opposed represents annihilation—annihilation, more terrible than natural calamity, more destruction, than destruction of any kind. It's just that this kind of annihilation requires nearly 10,000 lives to be saved and sacrificed. Mo Ruoxiao looked at Ning Chen deeply, his expression a little strange.

"My plan was perfect, and my ability to execute it was perfect, but I didn't expect to meet you freak. "Although the sacrifice has been successful, and the inheritance has been obtained, this inheritance is not the one that Mo Ruoxiao originally wanted.

Or rather, better, stronger, and more perfect than he originally wanted.

In the case of one more person sharing the fruits of the sacrifice, in such a situation, he actually got more than before, how could Mo Ruoxiao not be surprised or shocked!

If it's not the person who has the problem, then the thing in the person is the problem.

In their previous lives, Ning Chen and Mo Ruoxiao were still just "people", and they had absolutely no strange bloodline, and all they possessed were top-notch national arts masters, as well as calm prediction and demagogic hypnosis with almost supernatural abilities.

Therefore, Mo Ruoxiao could be sure that Ning Chen must have carried a divine object on his body at that time. Only a divine object can suppress two holy demon things, but it does not destroy the result formed by the two holy demon things.

"The same goes for you. Ning Chen's face was expressionless, no one heard others say that he was a freak, and he was in a good mood, so Ning Chen immediately mocked back.

Indifferent chuckled, "You mean to say that we are the same kind?" Mo Ruoxiao rubbed his eyebrows, and a blood stain there became more and more vivid.

Ning Chen was silent. For Mo Ruoxiao's words, he really couldn't find the words to fight back, or that he couldn't fight back at all, because what Mo Ruoxiao said was the truth.

Only the facts make it impossible to refute.

Whether it is Mo Ruoxiao or Ning Chen, it is only a vague concept of being inherited. I was passed on, and I knew something I deserved, but I couldn't see the appearance of the god or demon that was inherited under the finger.

The sacrifice was distorted by the extra gods, and Mo Ruoxiao clearly knew that the demon king he originally wanted to sacrifice did not appear at all, and as for which god and demon appeared, he didn't want to know at all.

It is better to be able to erase the advent of the silent angel of death by force, and this existence is still unknown.

"But in any case, I'm very satisfied with this world, although it's still a meteorite realm, but it's already some marginal world, at least the rules of the supernatural force are not so severely suppressed, I think we still have a chance. On the other hand, you were probably pulled in because of something on you. Mo Ruoxiao flicked the glass, listened to the crisp voice, and said softly. --Covering the room, the ripples disappearing.

Meteorite Boundary, Rim World, Rule Suppression......

Ning Chen had a slight headache, and the huge amount of knowledge gushing out from the depths of his head made him dizzy for a second.

It was just an instant, Ning Chen knew it in his heart, but he immediately felt a blur, and then he was awakened by the electric shock of his fingertips.

He glanced at Mo Ruoxiao lightly, ignoring the bewitchment just now, "You and I have a chance, but it will definitely not be us." ”

Mo Ruoxiao frowned, this damn inheritance, his gains didn't seem to be less than his own.

And Ning Chen, who was on the other side, was also thinking about something, something in his body that pulled him in? What could it be?

At that moment, there was a triple knock on the door of the private room, making a crisp sound.

Without waiting for Ning Chen or Mo Ruoxiao to react, the person who knocked on the door opened the door and walked in. The knock on the door was clearly an announcement, not an inquiry.

The person who came was a woman.

A woman with gray hair.

"You didn't tell me you were waiting for someone. Ning Chen whispered.

"I didn't say I wasn't waiting for anyone. Mo Ruoxiao's face was like a peach blossom, chuckling.

The gray-haired woman coughed lightly, closed the door with her backhand, and sat down unceremoniously.

A small round table, three sofa chairs.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and no one spoke for a while.