With the eyes of his owner looking at the wild horse, Fei Lie rubbed the blade of fire that had always been stranded within him with annoyance and love.

"It's strange that you, a space-time traveler, make me think of my other half, as if it already knows you..."

Leora subconsciously turned her head sideways, not daring to say anything. Fei Lie glanced at him indifferently, as if nothing had happened.

"When I die, the Night Wolf will take it out of my chest forever and store it in a faraway scavenging land, a torture star called 'Solarith'.

"Break away from my broken shell, and it will be free and rest. In that cemetery, which is littered with all kinds of monuments, it waits quietly for someone like you to come and live the next fire. And I, at last, can get the blank and forgotten of the long dream. ”

"Ouch, I don't know you with such a deflated face. How do you have to make you happy? ”

Michel looked at Zoroast with displeasure. In order to comfort the fledgling little fire god, she kindly pinched the other party's cheek, twisted it left and right for a while, and dressed up every highly creative grimace that made her bend over and laugh for a long time, and laughed so that the tentacles of the semicircular canals in her ears were dizzy.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't appreciate it at all, and froze in place, just letting her rub it.

She stopped boredly.

"Forget it, the supreme challenge of melting your little fossilized face, I admit it."

That being said, she still reluctantly patted the tip of Zoroaste's expressionless nose.

"Still, if it were to melt your tongue, I would be more sure of it. Come, open your mouth, and cut down so many competing masters, even if it is a sustainable and immortal biological system, it should be nourished, right? ”

Soroaste did not connect. He knew too well that even a Jedi bat could not receive a soft sigh, but for TMichelle, it was no less than the thunderous sound of the planet splitting and exploding.

He had long since given up any attempts to disobey, so let her have a good time, if he didn't rely on her to lead the way, how could he find the "land of peach blossoms and honey milk" that Lucifer had vaguely brought with him?

He was frustrated with a force field of frustration.

[After all, I have just been born, and it is too difficult for you to use me as a well-behaved and clever guardian knight who has experienced the world! 】

"Oh, open your mouth, ah, open it wider!"

Michel grabbed his chin and grinned almost unkindly, placing an oval-shaped soft solid on his tongue bud.

"It's not my old king who sells melons! This superb "Black Dream" extradition interface is my best colleague, the Water Angel, who has worked hard to forge it. First of all, it is based on the 100-revolution mass-produced chocolate syrup of the Changing Star Sigmar, put it into the witch's boiler, and the burning flame is taken from the sprouts secreted by the "Epiphany Spitting Fire Beast" once in its life, and then mixed with the Void Tears of the Mirror Dimension, the sigh of the unicorn breaking into the realm of pleasure, and the tip of the tongue slice of the orchid of the Water Angel - it sounds like a high-end difficult work of art that will make everyone's eyes fall out! Hmph, that's our playthrough. Thanks to the fact that my friendship with it is hard enough, otherwise do you think the stingy water angel will spit out the pressure box treasure? ”

The object, which seemed to be a delicious dessert, spread wet and tender to his palate senses, dissolved every grain of Zoroast's taste buds, opened his long-standing heartbreak, and saved in time the delicate love that was about to turn into cold anger and hatred.

After all, that's a pure longing that has been nurtured for hundreds of millions of years! When he was still a quiet blade like a ghostly fire, he used his condensed beacon fire as a mussel shell, polishing the years and the heavenly stem and the memory of the earthly branch, which may be the only force of the difficult birth of pearls.

His love may be abrupt and naïve, but it is not tainted with calculation at all. In a way, he crashed into Lucifer's remaining atrium at the perfect time, opening the lid of the box of pity and coldness.

In fact, he himself knew everything, even too well, that the person he was so devoted to could not help but do so, and could not help but cut off every pair of hands that he had left.

He forgot how long he had been suffering. The drug called "Black Dream" brought out all his defenses and fragility for a while, and he was confused and confused. With timid kindness, Michelle wiped the blue-white crystals in his eye sockets with the velvet stamens extending from his earlobes.

"This is the legendary 'Tears of Fire', the crystallization of the sorrow of the fiery supergod, right? You should have cried properly! ”

Zoroast pouted helplessly, and was about to answer, but was startled by the person who appeared behind him silently, and took the other party's seat without a trace.

"Such a temperamental person is really a strange commodity. No wonder you suffer for your choice and continue to be unrepentant. ”

Strangely, he was not in the slightest unhappy because of the other party's almost cool spirit. It was said that the hostile gaze made Zoroast look at it with a certain favor.

If Leora's texture resembles a blue-eyed stone sleeping in a sea of frosted stars, Lucifer is like a sword dance of snow and fire, and the woman in front of him looks at him, generously showing delicate and evil, a black lotus flower that refuses to wipe the mud that follows her like a shadow.

As if to contain an ancient feud and concubine with the affection of gnashing teeth, the fishy smell that overflowed from her body was supposed to be a conspiracy between the piper and the femme fatale, and it revealed the most sincere sorrow.

Such a scene is enough to evoke the past of the loveless who have long since broken off, the glittering glimpse of the sad and joyful of the dying, and the crystallization of tears dripping from the corners of Zoroyaste's eyes.

"I should thank you for your kindness and kindness, newborn child. But your path to Eden will tie a dead knot with me. ”

"Isn't it possible for you to keep yourself out of the way, Sister Croce?"

Michel tugged at the corners of his mouth and grimaced.

"I really haven't cultivated, how can I use such a greeting for an old person who hasn't met since the birth of this universe?"

As if demonstrating, Croce presented Michel with a sharp wink. Then, with a flick of her fingertips, her water-colored cuffs fluttering, the original teahouse—the customers, the objects, all the material pieces—was swallowed up by a huge turbine twist that appeared out of thin air.

Zoroast looked down and saw that the center of the whirlpool was full of wriggling beetles, and the spots on the back and abdomen made up a patchwork of unbearable human faces.

He took a closer look, and the markings on each beetle's face were as different from the beauty in front of him.