Waking up from the usual "sleep"—in fact, releasing mental thought waves, arbitrarily selecting time and space in a multi-dimensional parallel universe, engaging in arbitrary wandering, or being in a daze—Leora felt an unwarranted cold, and the unconscious pit had more terrors and commotion than ever before.

He stood in front of the transparent wall, looking out at the ever-changing, almost tiresome kaleidoscope of stars. Like a bottomless pit, the Juno Nebula is indifferently allowed to "drift" and gallop like a pirate in the wind, like an old wizard who has seen the world, and sits and watches the swordsman's blades rise and fall.

He examined the uneasiness within himself again, and the tidal wave of contents seemed endless, permeating his near-eternal high mental force field. He walked to the central analog terminal in the navigation room, sat down in a leather soft chair, buried his head deep in the crook of his arm, worried and keenly self-examining.

Perhaps, he really shouldn't be too clean, if his telekinetic field is close to the outer edge of the Feon Galaxy, he can enter a little more, and he will probably be able to receive that series of chaotic emotions, which are emanating from those essences. The most difficult feelings for him to let go, mixed with sorrow and pity, and a goodbye that could no longer be sustained, were like a pearl necklace that broke in an instant, shaking out of the control force field of the Feon galaxy in a clear way.

The ability to see through the automatics allowed him to see the color of blood and death, of grief and sorrow. Then, too fast, the negative force wave brushed past his protective wall and flowed into the unknowable darkness of the distance.

The reason why he felt strange was that Tai half came from his own thoughts. This happens in the scenes of iQue, which is a fairly common accessory. It's strange that this fluctuation actually made him feel inexplicably injured, but he was unwilling to let go.

Perhaps, perhaps, someone from Kohl, one of the few objects he cared about.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling a little remorseful. At that time, he shouldn't have hesitated, he should have intercepted the negative force wave, although he was not good at purifying the negative force wave field, but it was always a less effortless choice. Now, if he wants to know what happened, he has to take some kind of approach that he is rather unhappy with.

Leola solemnly closed his eyes and proceeded step by step with extreme caution, allowing all the endings of his mind to calm and relax, disintegrating his body. After some compulsive self-abandonment as if the witch boy was distracted, he finally entered an immaterial hyperspace overflowing with an A-class light force field, and launched a long-unused superspace-time scan.

After a dozen or so light seconds, all the "other side and the other" that can be encompassed by hyperspace are like a dancer exiting, lightly receding from his private realm, and his will and emotion return to his individual person.

It was a love affair that he would rather never know, but there was absolutely no way to avoid it. The iris that appeared in his silver-blue eyes, in addition to the exhaustion of energy, the more obvious halo was the undulating and extremely awe-inspiring anger.

He bit his lower lip, almost expressionless except for his pupils, which almost burned with blue fire. No psychic submersible was strong enough to bear his violent emotions, and if that thought were to flow out, it would be like a domino effect, digesting and annihilating the star clusters from near to far. Whether it is living things or inorganic matter, no matter can escape the rolling raging waves of supermaterial phosphorus fire.

At this moment, beneath his well-guarded exterior was a terrible abomination like a lava explosion. He had to use every ounce of his strength to try to stop the fiery hatred that stirred and churned.

Finally, his powerful thoughts were able to suppress the wandering malice and sink it to the lowest inner depths. He let go of the steel handle that had been clenched by both hands, and saw it pitifully turn into a pile of charred powder. He smiled self-deprecatingly, and stood up, staring at the consistent icy blue undertone outside the starship, a color so similar to his eyes, yet so different.

He looked at outer space coldly for a while, Huo Ran walked to the central computer, pulled out a switch, and changed the gravitational acceleration and the scheduled range. In order to repay someone, he must break the promise he has made.

He closed his eyes again, and was about to make the spaceship break free from the fetters of the material world and leap into the "hyperspace jumping frog" program, when suddenly, the lowest level of spiritual thought wave image was provoked. The chaotic resonance startled him suddenly, and he failed to output the energy that changed the arrangement of the particles in time.

The alarm signal automatically sounded inside, and the photoelectron beams generated by the self-body's guardian drive were generated around him, but it didn't take long for them to wither. He sensed a familiar and intoxicating figure. In short, this unprovoked spiritual force field belonged to the characters he had met and probably would never forget, and the other party was not only not hostile, but also full of spirituality.

The pretty figure that was as pure as the blood in his body took shape behind him abruptly and a little mischievously. The cloak draped over his shoulders was pitch black, and the deep eyes with the same black light folded mockingly stared at Leora's nervous back without turning around. The cute intruder approached Leola and stroked her bangs in a delicate manner that seduced the tall animal.

Leora was still staring at the space on the screen, but he didn't notice a finger and gently combed the waist-length ends of his opponent's hair. There was an almost imperceptible smile in his voice.

"What a bonus. But it shouldn't be just for me to brush your hair, right? ”

The intruder's black eyes, full of excessive evil intelligence, spun around several times. His voice is not only the pleasant sound of the yellow warbler out of the valley, but also carries the terrifying charm of the living.

"Even if so, so what! It's anyone's dream to find me with such beautiful hair to comb. It's been a long time since I lost it, and your memory is still fresh. How can you be sure it's me, not another superlife of equal ability to you? ”

Leora turned, his lips smiling, but his expression was filled with mixed feelings of coldness and fascination. "The way you greeted you, I will never forget. It's just that there won't be a third time, the demon king of the game worlds, or rather, the most naughty incarnation of hell. ”

Blood-colored lips pursed, and Lucifer was like a dream black cat walking in the steps of a ballet dancer: "I just want to be friendly, why don't you have any charm at all." ”

"I don't think it's a flirtatious - arbitrarily sending a mental force field into someone else's body is a disguised aggression, not much fun."

Lucifer didn't seem to expect such a fierce reproach. He blinked innocently, and his heart moved: "Is there anyone who loves to do this except me?" ”

Leora frowned hesitantly, "You are really a person who is not happy if you don't make trouble, the king of hell. It seems that some legendary ballads still have some ancient relics..You are just too casual, provoking a bunch of butterflies and running away without permission, so that a large number of people love and hate, and your teeth are itchy to swallow you in one bite. ”

Lucifer snorted coldly and chuckled indulgently: "This kind of seemingly degrading compliment can only be said by such an awkward character as Your Excellency. Yes, I am a magic mirror, and those who see themselves through me, and turn to me, dare not admit their contempt and incompetence. Their greatest achievement was to project onto me a trumped-up charge, a cowering murderous intent, and an indecent lust that they were unable to carry out. Whether it's threatening to capture or gritting their teeth and chasing and fighting, these people may only get some satisfaction from creating my illusion. ”

After making up his mind, he smiled triumphantly and cutely again.

Leora said quietly, without any pleasure, "You are not entirely innocent, for you are happy to be the object of desire that you do not have to pluck at all. Even the most stupid suitors must be a little entertaining. ”

Lucifer looked at him intently for a moment, then replied expressionlessly: "It seems that you are very displeased. But, in any case, the mood of my life should not be the subject of your trial, the lone ranger of light and light. ”

Leora walked over to the computer and pressed the stationary white key. Suddenly, the sound of water flowed like a living hair, wrapping around all areas of the auditory sense.

He leisurely recited: "Break the seventh seal and gaze down at the cursed dawn; Give me the dagger that bleeds you, and unshackle the chains of vengeance. ”

Lucifer said thoughtfully, "Sikaru's poems are always so gloomy and so beautiful, like the cold flames of hell. It's just that the choice of this background is strange at first glance, doesn't it seem too incongruous to pronounce these sentences in Hecohell's Van Taqin? ”

Leo stretched out a slender index finger, stabbed his chest, and said with a little depression and indifference: "This represents it now." Something is dying, and something else is dying. After all, the malice that has been soaked in the unconscious will always revival, tossing and wriggling in the cavern of nothingness, turning into an ear-eroding echo. ”

Lucifer was silent, only to see Leora speak again, the loneliness in his voice as if bathed in a helpless dream: "Eternity, or we who are close to eternity, really don't understand whether death is necessary, right?" Perhaps that's why I'm pretending to be blindfolded by anger and carrying out my desires. ”

Lucifer said softly, "What do you want?" ”

"It's hard to say. The will to abandon and the impulse to ascend are fighting each other, and they are even more embarrassed. I know very well where my bottom line is. ”

He paused, and then said, "Because, now a hundred ghosts have broken through." The hand that had drawn the line had been severed. ”

Lucifer tilted his head, a little confused: "You are really excited, it can be seen that it is a major incident that makes you unable to maintain the expression of a 10,000-year-old fossil." ”

Leora said, "'The Black Messenger who bleeds only speed and will.'" Remember this maxim from Berserker Farrow? ”

Lucifer pouted unhappily, "I hate that kind of muscular man." ”

Leora said coldly: "He did what he had to do, and I will do what I have to do, there is nothing to be sorry about." ”

Lucifer muttered, uneasy and curious about the accident, "Who are you targeting?" ”

Leora turned his gaze out again, as if to inlay the names he had pronounced between the stars: "Perslin. Rhaeggar. ”