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"Find ...... to ......"

In the darkness sounded a long, deep voice. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

It was vague and clear, like a long-running vein of water, flowing gently and silently, but it seemed to contain the whole world, the life of life and death, the entangled emotions, the twists and turns of history, and even the trajectory of one, the whole one, the trajectory of one world, running slowly and silently.

"Find him ......"

Fear, panic, when a negative emotion gradually moved away from Edward's spirit, and he slowly gathered, this long, deep voice changed, like a river of water, and the river merged into the sea...... The vastness and immensity of its encompassing power is enough to bring mortals to tears, and its waves are sometimes turbulent, sometimes light—indulge in them when the wind is gentle, and shock the heart when the waves rise.

"Find her and you'll get ......!"

It's like a roar! This is the strong sound that the hunter's spirit hears when it is fully awakened!

Suppose there is a power that can penetrate the mind, then it is the voice in front of me—it is like an electric light, a beam of light, penetrating into the softest part of the human heart—that makes people numb for a moment, and the rolling thunder and lightning surge and tear at every nerve, enough to make people tremble deeply!

"Find it and you'll get a qiē...... What you want, what you need, what you crave......"

The mysterious sound was changing, becoming calmer, more intense, changing the rhythm of high and low tones, and finally, it had a meaning that could be understood......

What do you crave?

Do you crave any power?

Simple, or the right choice......

Find it and you will get a qiē.

Why Strength?

Strength means one qiē, and the rest is absurd......

The desire to have a qiē is for greed.

Find it and you will get a qiē.

Greedy?

Having power is not greed, the so-called greed is an improper estimation of one's own power, it is a luxury, but those who have power always carry more things, and they deserve more.

Even to use this power to harm others?

There is no power that does not hurt anything. Powerful power will make you stand at a height of looking down, there is nothing wrong and neither right nor right in the world, positive and negative, surface and inside, right and wrong, but they are all two sides of the same coin.

Find it and you will get a qiē.

......

Questions, answers.

Ask yourself, answer yourself.

There seems to be no gap between each question and the answer - for the questioner and the answerer, it seems, it is the voice, it seems to be Edward himself, or Edward's question, the mysterious business answering...... Or vice president. And there is a voice, repeating a certain wish, appeal, command......

A qiē is mixed together. With an inexplicable majesty, it pierced Edward's heart like a thunderbolt. The whole body trembled, and the boy let out a roar, responding to the voice, rebelling against the voice, and the voice was purifying, monotonous, and finally turned into a single word

Then, the darkness exploded.

The light, the cobweb-like light, the dark red light, the pink light, the incandescent light, the mild, the violent, the cracking, the shattering, the final qiē that covered the darkness—when Edward's voice finally condensed into that beam, his spirit broke free from the twisted dream!

"Find it!" the hunter growled, staggering back and involuntarily slumping down.

The alternation of light and shadow, the mixture of red and black, became clear, and the first thing that appeared in view was still the somewhat familiar, neat and gorgeous room, and Edward found himself sitting on the floor in front of the long table, facing the small crystal stand that was already empty.

So the hunter shook his head and lowered his gaze to his hand.

The flower-branched thing is already in his hands. As he realized this, he also noticed that it was constantly changing—the silver flowing slowly, like a liquid, and the gems and leaves followed closely behind, wrapping around the finger of the hunter's left hand. The metal swimming on the skin did not cause the slightest discomfort, it was not cold, it was not burning, and it did not even feel a change in weight. The result is a silver ring with an intricate pattern and a gemstone ring.

In just a few breaths, the transformation is complete—but not completely...... A silver-gray sheen trickled down the ring, outlining delicate silver-gold lines on the back of the human hand, until finally, when the lines joined into a simple yet bizarre pattern, and the qiē seemed to finally come to an end.

"What is this?" the young hunter opened his mouth slightly, and reached out to stroke the ring, but he soon found that he did not seem to be able to remove it from his fingers—no matter how he moved, all that came from him was the friction between his fingers, and the delicate metal creation, like an apparition without zài.

Only the gold and red color on the back of the hand gradually dimmed, and finally became a blood-red texture.

The light in the room dimmed.

The hunter stood up and was surprised to notice that the soft glow on the ceiling of the room was shrinking until it finally disappeared—the magic gems that had been glowing softly were weakening, cracking and disintegrating in a small crumbling sound, and finally turning into tiny dust. Not only that, but the visible and invisible cracks also spread outward from the base that inlaid them, making the otherwise smooth ceiling rough, and then the cracks began to spread to every corner of the room......

All of them are gradually falling into decay.

In fact, the change could no longer be described as dilapidated, but a real decay - time in the room seemed to accelerate at this moment...... The blanket faded its white appearance like a burn, leaving behind a black-gray interspersed powder, the wooden guard board was slightly warped and blackened, and finally peeled off into a piece of charcoal, and the neat books on the shelves were feathered into ashes, and finally, when the original palatial room sank into darkness, covered with dust and damage, the neat stone bricks on the floor also became a vague shape that left only the stones piled up, indulging in the darkness that gradually came.

But in front of Edward, a qiē was so clear.

The light source had been cut off the moment the gem turned into decaying smoke, but the hunter's gaze could still be fixed on the most subtle scenes—a slight turn of his gaze, and the changes in the surrounding scenery were all closed in his eyes, as clear as the sunniest afternoon.

And that that shimmers, the most subtle sheen.

Golden hair, blue eyes, pale and smooth jaws, and a delicate figure wrapped in a simple garment were outlined by the light, revealing shape in the air.

It was a slender and elegant figure like an elf, beautiful and proud...... The figure of a girl with a sword in her hand.

It should be the person he knows, but at this time it seems to have become unfamiliar, although the clothes and people are only memories, but at this moment, there is a difference-a sword, a sword nearly five feet long, held by the girl in her hand.

A strange weapon.

Although it can be seen that the traces of antiquity left over from a long time, but in form it is closer to a more practical fighting style, such a combination of a long sword and a great sword, the broad sides of the sword, the blade is so smooth, with a kind of magically cast, intoxicating light, no, it should be said, the blade is cast with a solid light. The two lines of spells were carved into delicate patterns, flowing from the blade to the blade, and silver points of light flying like a whirlwind tightly wrapped around the long knife. A blue diamond was delicately set in the center of the hilt, illuminating a slightly boiling silver flame.

Let the girl's body be bathed in the flowing silver.

"Obey your call. From now on, my sword is with you, and your destiny is with me......" Edward couldn't help but murmur a deep sentence from the depths of his memory, staring at the figure. But he shook his head vigorously. A grotesque wry smile was pulled out at the corner of his mouth.

It was an absolutely unpleasant story of the young princess trying to save her people. So she pulled up a sword that she shouldn't have drawn, and she changed. She became king and began her tragedy. In the end, she ended up being killed by her own people after blackening. Even in another world, the princess managed to avoid blackening. Her ending is just to return to her ideal hometown after letting go of her ultimate. Leave a lonely man behind.

I hope it doesn't be like that...... Some things twist once you pick them up, and it's impossible to make life happy.

However, as if in a word, the vision began to distort.

The air shook like a wave of water, cutting everything to pieces, followed by a heart-pounding vibration, from every inch of space around him, a dark gray color spreading, covering the field of vision—after a moment's extended, when Edward looked around, he was greeted by the half-collapsed house, the campfire that had not yet been completely extinguished, and ...... The corpse of a white dragon crawling in a pool of blood.

It seems to be just happening, it seems to be an absurd dream.

But that qiē is not a dream.

Because of the fog that has dissipated around him, because of the shining sword in the hands of the holy warrior beside him, because of ......

Edward gently raised his left hand, and a beautiful silver ring, from his middle finger, extended a wonderful, dark red halo to the back of his hand.

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