Opening his purple eyes and looking at the white and flawless ceiling, Fran rubbed his head and sat up. His last memory is that he staggered out of the curtain of dispersion, and then his eyes went black and he fell to the ground with a bang. When I woke up again, I was already in this small room.

Fran moved his body and realized that his injuries had been well treated once, and that he was almost recovered. A familiar cold voice came from the side: "I said, when are you going to notice me?" ”

Fran turned his head and saw on the balcony a blonde woman reading a book in her hand, seemingly not very old, even younger than Fran, with a delicate face like a doll, but there was no expression in it. Wearing a blue dress, which is very consistent with her temperament, it is obvious that her clothes are not the daughter of a poor family.

"I know I'm good-looking, but you don't have to be so rude to stare at a lady all the time." The cold voice sounded again, obviously it was a joke, but this doll-like girl could say it in the coldest and most bland tone.

Looking at Fran's somewhat stunned expression, the girl shrugged her shoulders, "Inaka, the sixth princess of the empire, the head of the Valkyrie warband." ”

Obviously a childish shrug was made by a beautiful girl with an expressionless face, and Fran always felt very weird, "Fran, the test driver of the feast." ”

As Aka closed the book in his hand, "I accidentally got contaminated when I was a child and used a new medicine. And then it became like no one or a ghost. She threw the book to Fran, and on the cover was written a few big words "The domineering president falls in love with me", "Don't be scared by my cold appearance, I can barely be considered a normal girl." ”

The cold tone matched the content of the words, which always made Fran feel strange and intimate.

"Okay." Fran replied, looking at the cabinet next to the study, and observing the surroundings with some bewilderment, it was a small room, with a large, soft double bed, new furniture, and stacks of books on the shelves that had not had time to be opened, which seemed to have been arranged in a hurry. There is a semi-open balcony with artificial sun lamps above the balcony that casts warm but not harsh artificial sunlight.

But beyond the balcony, it was pitch black, apparently not on the surface, and as for the location of the door, it was blocked by a heavy metal door with a communicator on it, and a small observation window.

The spider's nest on his wrist has disappeared, which means that at this moment, Fran has completely cut off all contact with the outside world.

"It is said that it is heavily polluted, and in order to prevent it from spreading, we have to wait in this special room for the pollution to dissipate naturally before we can go out." Aka snapped on the stuffed rabbit slippers that did not match his temperament at all, and sat down beside Fran, his delicate nose sniffing lightly, "What a familiar smell." ”

"What?" Fran can't understand this guy's neural circuits, it looks cold and cold like an iceberg beauty, but in fact it is a nervous psychopath.

Inaka didn't speak, just looked at Fran quietly. This was the first time Fran had seen Inaka's eyes, and his golden eyes had a faint purple tinge, and Fran was a little stunned. The corners of Aka's cold mouth twitched, as if she wanted to struggle to reveal a smile. But after trying hard for a while, I found that Fran's expression was getting more and more strange. I had to abruptly abandon this idea.

"Stupid, it's blood, the medicine I drank back then was your blood......"

Listening to Inaka's words, Fran's expression became even more strange, but after a moment he suddenly thought of something, his state before the test drive feast seemed to be very similar to Inaka's state at this time, but it was not as extreme as her.

"Divine erosion." Inaka stroked the blonde hair next to his ear with his slender hand, "You have divinity in you, and if you are not restrained, divinity will gradually eat away at the humanity that devours you." As for me, for some reason, in order to survive, I can only drink your blood, and use some means to carry the slightest trace of divinity you have, but ......"

"Demon ......," Fran whispered, a huge doubt in his heart that had been answered at this time.

"Yes, because I'm mortal, I'm a little more responsive." With a cold face, like a piece of ice, Inaka said in a cold tone, "I have lost all the ability to express emotions, but what is even more ironic is that I actually have those emotions of the owner, but I can't express them through the actions that others can observe." ”

She shrugged her shoulders, as if to comfort herself, "But that's fine, at least alive, isn't it?" ”

Furlong nodded, convinced. If the weeds in the alleys want to live, they must give up some precious things and bend down to absorb the nutrients in the filthy soil.

"So...... Going to watch a horror movie? Inaka got up, and the corners of her blue skirt swept over Fran's hand, a little itchy. Dead silence! What's new! ”

"So they watched horror movies?" Mo Xin was a little surprised, "Obviously, the two of them are the most terrifying, okay!" ”

Morgan curled up on the soft couch, carrying a bottle of cheap beer that was everywhere in his hand, shrugged his shoulders and burped at Mosin's words, "Or else?" Hand in hand to destroy Orin? ”

"Not really, but it's ...... This feeling of Godzilla and Vajra holding hands and looking at the Pacific Rim is really grassy! ”

"Young people just can't hold their breath." Morgan took a sip of his beer and turned to look at the other guy nestled together on the couch in the surveillance room, "Moxiso, why are you here?" ”

The pale mask was raised, and there was a hint of resentment in the man's voice, who had always been known for his poisonous tongue, "Valhalla has just released Valkyrie's specific parameters. ”

"Let me think about it, they say Seraphs are all garbage? Want to fight with you? Mosin picked up another can of beer, pulled it open and took a few sips.

"Did you get the message too?" Moxiso turned his head, a hint of surprise in his voice.

Mo Xin retorted with a big grin, "No, isn't it written in the ancient book "Heavenly Blazing" unearthed before? Having said that, it's really a coincidence, and it just so happens that both types of armor are called Seraphs. ”

Moxiso scoffed, "Maybe it's not a coincidence. ”

"That's not the point, the point is whether you accept it or not?" Morgan was a little curious, "I've been in this underground where birds don't lately, and there's no news of." ”

"Well, it's just a bunch of shoddy garbage." Moxiso said coldly.

"So?"

"So I told them I could do a dozen ......."

“……”

“……”

Mosin and Morgan neatly poured a sip of beer to suppress the shock.