The golden skirt hung down, the long skirt spread out and dragged to the ground, and the sequins on it that looked like dragon scales and more like snake scales shimmered in the light with an incomparably dazzling golden light. The long black hair hung down, and the golden steps on his head swayed, making an unusually pleasant sound.

It was like a girl descending from the nine heavens and sat back on the sofa, and her eyes that seemed to reflect the sun's rays looked at the red-haired girl lying on the ground a little lazily. She is gorgeous and noble, so beautiful that she does not dare to make people feel jealous, and she is noble and does not dare to look up.

Her red lips pursed slightly, as if she was smiling: "How long has it been since we last met, fifteen hundred years ago?" Or 1,600 years ago? It's been too long, and I can't remember it clearly. ”

Not daring to make any moves, Chen Motong, who was much more honest than just now, raised his head and looked at this girl who didn't know her, but felt that she had been with her for a long time. She doesn't look very old, maybe a little younger than herself, even if she looks like an underdeveloped girl, but the gorgeous retro palace clothes can't hide her graceful figure.

But maybe for an existence like them, it probably won't work to measure age by appearance.

It wasn't deliberately aimed at anyone, but the pervasive coercion overflowed from the girl who seemed to be the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, making Chen Motong who was nearby feel a lot more difficult to breathe, and there was no way to straighten up. Elements poured out of the already thin air around her, converging towards the girl's side, but she waved her hand as if disgusted, easily shattering the elements that were extremely rare in this space.

The golden light in his eyes lit up, and against the ubiquitous coercion, Chen Motong raised his upper body and looked at the girl in front of him without humility or arrogance: "Have I really become a Tang monk?" Anyone who sees me wants to take two bites. ”

"Are you saying I'm a youkai?" The girl chuckled, and the intricate and ornate gold ornaments on her head shook gently, exuding a crisp voice and a bright light, "Then I will accept it as a compliment." ”

Chen Motong was silent, although she really wanted to scold, but the girl was really too beautiful to be human...... No, no, no, it suddenly popped up at this time, and it wasn't a person no matter how you looked at it.

Enough of laughing, the girl's golden eyes squinted at her slightly, and this noble gaze was just a direct gaze, almost stopping the flow of the air around her. Chen Motong still looked at her unyieldingly, but the gradually bent spine and the corners of his mouth still showed that it was uncomfortable.

Appreciating her embarrassed appearance, the girl looked away as if she was tired of playing: "It's been more than a thousand years, and you're really the same." But I'm really bored enough to care about this kind of thing. ”

The pressure around her disappeared, and Chen Motong, who had greatly reduced the pressure, staggered up, she didn't like the way she was lying on the ground and talking to people just now.

She stood up, looked condescendingly at the girl curled up on the sofa and stretched her body, and said, "Although I feel quite familiar with you, I still want to say that you have found the wrong person, and the person you are looking for ......"

The figure dancing on the altar flashed deep inside her, and in her heart she seemed to meet the vicissitudes of life under the noble mask, and there was a sadness that had been deposited for an unknown number of years and could not be dissolved.

After being silent for a long time, Chen Motong said in a low voice: "...... I don't know where she is. ”

It's quite magical, it stands to reason that whether it's ordinary people or some mixed-race people with big hearts, they have experienced so much, after knowing that they are just someone's shadow, even if they have a big heart, they will shrink on the sofa and lie on the bed to doubt life, but Chen Motong doesn't have much feeling about this at the moment.

It's one thing to be in a dangerous environment and not to dream so much, it's another thing for her to be aware of it, and more importantly, deep down, she may feel that if she doesn't have a powerful identity, she is too sorry for the grievances she has suffered over the years.

The noble girl stretched out her hand in front of her, yawned, and then she stretched her waist again, stretching her beautiful posture. Obviously, he has achieved the commanding heights, but when he saw the girl who didn't feel the slightest feeling, Chen Motong felt that he was standing stupidly like a maid waiting for the princess to get up.

She reclined, looking at her with more languid golden eyes looking at her with interest: "It's really rare, isn't your insight very good?" Can't even see this? ”

"Or ......" she looked at Chen Motong with a half-squinted eye, "You've already found out, but you don't want to admit it?" ”

Chen Motong subconsciously took a step back, she looked at the girl's eyes, her own eyes that were somewhat unfamiliar.

She subconsciously avoided it, and after being silent for a while, she turned her head, looked directly into those noble eyes and said, "I am who I am, whether it is now, past or future, this will never change." ”

The honorable girl looked at her quietly and suddenly giggled. Her laughter grew louder and louder, and the ornaments on her body were strung together, and the skirt under her laughed fell, revealing her plain white slender calves, and the delicate soles of her feet without shoes and socks. The laughter stopped, and she sat up, her delicate bare feet on the cold white floor, slowly approaching with an aura that was impossible to ignore.

Subconsciously wanted to dodge to the side, but Chen Motong, who found that he couldn't move, could only watch the noble girl standing in front of him. His knees were inexplicably weak, and Chen Motong fell to the ground again like just now. She looked up, her eyes had regained to red, and she looked at the girl overhead, looking at her condescendingly.

"It's really tough enough." The girl whispered, she stretched out her palm, and her slender fingers gently hooked Chen Motong's chin.

Condescendingly, her golden hole exuded indifference: "Containers have no self-awareness, you are born as a container, can you really have your own consciousness as you think?" ”

Chen Motong's eyes widened, and there seemed to be a strange magic in those noble eyes, evoking some of her memories that should have been sealed in the dust.

The memories of the past ten years flashed back in my mind, experiencing the grief of my mother's death, the indifference of being used by my father, and the joy of holding my younger brother who would not grow up...... These are all the things that the girl named "Chen Motong" went through. However, what appeared in her memory at this moment was also the memory of "other people".

On top of the tall Roman walls, the red-haired princess, dressed in a luxurious aristocratic dress and wearing a jeweled crown, quietly watched the invading army outside the walls. The commander of the army, the king in broad armor and riding a tall horse, waved his hand, and behind him, the army of the undead with golden eyes lit up and launched a fierce attack on the ancient city.

On the banks of the ancient Yangtze River, the full moon in the night sky casts clear light, and people wearing various masks carry lamps, play ancient songs, and dance ancient dances. They walked along the river as if they were performing some kind of ritual. The huge shoulders were decorated with light gauze, and the wind blowing from the river blew through the light veil, and the light of the moon fell, illuminating the red figure wearing a dragon's head mask and wearing a rich skirt.

On the top of the towering mountain, in the solemn palace, the red-haired girl who had been sacrificed as a sacrifice trembled forward, her white and immature face was wet with tears, and she walked in horror towards the darkness in front of her. In the darkness, the Supreme's golden eyes, which were like the sun, but without a trace of warmth, swept mercilessly......

I don't know whose tears crossed it, Chen Motong's godless eyes looked at the gorgeous girl in front of him in a daze. The Hun hostages, unknown boys and girls, flashed before her in the ancient city of Rome, and the defeated Rome sent her into the chariot of the invading king. Inside the camp, the king of the Huns took off his helmet and revealed a face that no one could match.

“…… Pander to...... Raise...... "Pull ......," she muttered, her eyes blank, as she pronounced a name that had been remembered for a long time by the secret party and by all of Europe.

"It's been a rough ride, but fate has brought us together again, princess." Softly, the girl chuckled, "But this time, you found it yourself......"

Ignoring the distracted red-haired girl, she got up and dragged her huge skirt away from the turn. She waved her hand into the air, and the seemingly eternal white room cracked a huge crack in front of her like a shattered mirror.

The gorgeous palace clothes and luxurious decorations on his body disappeared, like a girl who had come out for an outing and walked happily on a dark altar. She licked the lollipop that she had just been in the room, and the hem of her bohemian dress rose on the altar, indicating that she was in a really good mood at the moment.

"It took too long." An indifferent male voice sounded in the darkness around him, and a boy gradually walked out of the darkness.

The boy looked at her reproachfully, "It's too slow, Jörmungad, you've made your brother and the master wait too long." ”

"And ......," said the boy, looking at the red-haired girl lying on the ground in the darkness that had broken through beside him, "and you have done too much that is not necessary. ”

"What do you mean by something that is not necessary?" Natsumi bit the candy in her mouth and retorted dissatisfiedly, "Even if it wasn't for my intervention, she would be like this, I just happened a little bit earlier." ”

She looked at the boy who looked like an overseer, with a serious face on his little face, and said, "It's you, Konstantin, that you don't do what you have to do, when did you learn to make small reports like a schoolboy?" ”

"I'm not like you, what my brother wants me to do has naturally been completed." Konstantin, who understood that his elementary school student was probably saying bad things, replied with a cold face.

Xia Mi shrugged indifferently: "Then go back, or do you want to stay here and confirm again?" ”

Conrad was silent for a while, and then he raised his head and asked with some uncertainty: "Does the Supreme of the Third Place, which no one has ever seen, really exist?" ”

"Of course it is...... Natsumi tilted his head and looked at him with some amusement, then sighed and said, "Although I want to say that, but it's so old that there is no historical record, and who knows?" ”

She glanced back at the girl in the white room: "But her existence is real, whether it was a thousand years ago or now, what happened to her is enough to show that she is special." ”

With that, she stepped into the darkness, and Conrad glanced back, then stopped caring and silently followed.

As they all left, the girl lying on the floor in the white room silently got up. She wiped the tears from her face and sat back on the sofa silently with her eyes closed, as if she was resting.

After a long time, she opened her eyes, which were full of vicissitudes. It's obviously a young and energetic body, but it reveals a strong sense of twilight.

"Attila...... No, it's Jörmungad. And Konstantin, as well as his brother. Looking at the entrance of the cave, she muttered, "The dragon king who announced in the outside world that he had been confirmed to disappear has actually reappeared here......

She looked around, and walked over to the gap that had not disappeared since Jörmungård had left, like a great chasm that had been left especially for her. Outside the room, although the ancient altar in the darkness was not clear, the aura contained in it still made her show some nostalgia.

Back in the room, she looked at the broken mirror, gently stroked the familiar but unfamiliar face, and after being silent for a long time, she suddenly chuckled and said: "Next, you may have a hard time, but it doesn't matter, you will definitely have a better life than me." ”

After speaking, she lay back on the sofa again and closed her eyes, and when she opened it again, Chen Motong looked around in a bit of confusion, until she instantly woke up after seeing the gap. She hurried over to check and make sure that there was no one outside, so she returned to her room. Tearing off a piece of her skirt, she scurried quickly around the room, frantically collecting things that might be useful.

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At some point, she poked her head out of the pile of debris, and after confirming that something was really missing, she pushed some heavy baggage behind her back, and disappeared into the darkness through the room where she had been imprisoned for an unknown number of days.

She fled again, slowly moving away, and the white room was calm again.

But at a certain moment, this calm was broken, and there was a ripple in the air where there was nothing somewhere. Dressed in a special black suit with an obsidian corsage shining with a strange light on his chest, Lu Mingfei stepped lightly in the room.

He stood still, his iridescent and golden eyes sweeping across the room. Retracting his gaze, he raised his hand and looked at the ancient but still noble dragon head mask in his hand. A crack extends from the top to the bottom of the mask, perfectly dividing the mask into two parts, although it has been repaired after the crack is not in half, but this crack is still extremely obvious, and it is difficult for people not to care.

Raising the mask and looking at it for a while, Lu Mingfei gently attached the mask to his face.

The indistinct voices of countless people sounded in his ears, and gradually, these voices that seemed to be praying became clearer.

"The auspicious day is good, and Mu will enjoy the emperor;

Fu Chang sword and jade ears, loud and loud ......"