Qingluan sat in the cockpit and cocked Erlang's legs in boredom.

The worktop is covered with dense silver threads, and the silver eyeballs are spinning.

"Be careful, don't break it."

Qingluan, who yawned, did not forget to remind the Heavenly Spider Silk to be careful.

"Hiss."

Rumble!!

"It's over."

The system voice read without emotion.

"Fifteen classes a year, win."

"So fast..."

The audience burst into a lively conversation.

"Fast and accurate."

"Can't even Tebby make three moves under her?" Someone frowned, his expression solemn.

"What the hell is this man all about..."

Everyone's eyes unconsciously fell on the girl who jumped down from the mecha, her eyes as black as night.

"Sixteen classes a year, and two classes of a year."

The system announces the next message.

"First place in the South Arena?" Angel looked back in surprise, "The first place with the same undefeated record as Qingluan?" Qingluan, I feel that your little apprentice is in danger! ”

"It's kind of boring."

Qingluan whispered, this game... It's like bullying a child.

"Qingluan, aren't you worried about your little apprentice?" Angel asked.

"What's there to worry about..."Qingluan glanced at her helplessly, "Everyone has to learn to grow by themselves." ”

And it's just a game.

It's not a life-and-death battle.

"The second class of the year, Nilo wins."

The game ended sooner than Angel expected. "So fast?"

Should it be said that it is worthy of the first place in the undefeated record in the South Arena?

"Fifteen classes a year, more than five classes a year."

"It's the protagonist's turn." Angel quickly shifted her attention from Lixi to Ziqiao, "But speaking of which, the protagonist's win rate this time is not high, with such a win rate, let alone the first place, it's difficult to even win the second place, right?" ”

Raven nodded.

I don't know what the trajectory of the world is like.

As the two mechs appeared, a wind blew around.

Qingluan, who was leaning against the wall, twisted the mineral water and lowered his eyes slightly.

The hidden silk of the spider shone with a hint of silver, and the silver eyeballs could be faintly seen moving around.

Did it appear...

A tall bell tower not far away.

The wrapped white bandages flew, and the black-robed girl lowered her head, and her vision fell unhindered to the white mecha.

The boy's voice suddenly echoed in his head.

"This is my technique." Surrounded by ghostly fires, the young man's moist blue-purple eyes were crossed with a faint gold, "Ze." ”

Marsh?

God looked silently at the young man who was shadowed by light.

"Maybe the name is new to you." The young man had a shallow smile on his face, gentle and harmless, "However, I don't know if you have heard of the divination spirit, the pre-destiny of heaven?" ”

"Prophet!" God was silent.

It's just that soon, Shen Wuyin immediately shook his head in denial, "No, it can't be, the prophet was a thousand years ago..."

"That's right, the Prophet clan was destroyed by your god family thousands of years ago." The boy smiled and continued.

"So you—" God narrowed his eyes silently.

"You're mistaken."

This time, the person who spoke was not the teenager in front of him.

Instead, it was a young man who walked down the staircase of ghost fire from the light, cherry petals flying from his black hair, a delicate and handsome face, and delicate purple-gold eyes like jewels, soft as a feather.

The temperament of the spring breeze.

The ghostly fire flickered, and the boy smiled and made way for the young man.

Cherry petals flutter in all directions, brushing over the silent hair.

"I'm not a prophet."

The young man known as "Ze" slowly walked up to Shen Wuyin and whispered, "I just have a pair of eyes that can see the future. ”

The purple-gold pupils that were like jewels turned into purple and gold pupils in a trance.