Ye Sewei had long felt that there was something wrong with the scissors.

There are countless weapons in this world, but Morpheus asked the little devil hands to give her a pair of strange golden scissors.

To say strange, of course, does not mean that there is anything strange or bad about the scissors itself, but that the matter of giving scissors itself is full of strangeness.

After all, from the perspective of sharpness and ease of use, even a knife is easier to use than scissors.

It was not that she had doubts, but after killing someone for the first time with the golden scissors that day, Ye Sewei once felt that she had misunderstood the scissors.

Hey, a golden knife or a silver knife is a good knife if it can kill people easily.

Carrying the small golden scissors with her always had this meaning. She subconsciously felt that the golden scissors were like her last barrier to resist when she was at the end of her rope, or in other words, like some kind of confidence.

She never imagined that there would actually be a time when she would have to "cut" something with the golden scissors.

She let go of Morpheus's hand and walked forward. At the same time, she also thought about the time at the masquerade, when she subconsciously wanted to get the scissors, but was stopped by Morpheus intentionally or unintentionally.

The red threads are simply connected, as if they have existed from eternity, silently and gently connecting this section with that section.

Ye Sewei actually didn't know where to cut the thread, but she had an inexplicable intuition, as if the scissors she held in her hand were born to cut this.

She stood on the side of the door to the gods and demons that she failed to open. She did not reach out to touch the thread, but directly raised her hand and raised the scissors.

The red shadowless line is sandwiched between the two sharp blades of the scissors.

The girl's fingers worked hard.

"——Click."

A not-so-loud sound sounded as the scissors closed again, and the seemingly illusory and untouchable red thread was actually cut by the small golden scissors.

Such a break was really sudden, and the red line that became two parts slowly had a withered feeling, turning from red to black, then meandering, withering, curling up, and then falling away.

What's the matter? It's broken.

That click sounded in Ye Sewei's heart at the same time.

She kept cutting, and suddenly she felt like she was cutting something... things that were supposed to be intertwined, inseparable, and cause and effect.

Because of those sacrifices, and because of the arrival of the favored ones of the God of Ocean and Night, there was hope that this door to gods and demons would appear and be opened.

But now, the cause and effect between the two has been severed.

Such a rupture will undoubtedly lead to self-questioning.

Should this line be cut, should this cause and effect be in her hands, and be ended so violently?

Ye Sewei froze for a while in the self-doubt and turmoil in her heart, and then slowly turned her head to look at Morpheus: "What on earth did I... cut off?"

"It is the hope that this door of gods and demons opens, it is the possibility of the resurrection of the beloved, it is the end of things that should have happened but can't." Morpheus met her gaze, and his eyes finally stayed on her.

On the sharp golden scissors in his hand, he slightly curled his lips: "It is the thread of fate that can only be seen when holding those scissors."

His voice was silent, like some kind of pronouncement, especially when he uttered the last few words.

The thread of fate.

Following his words, the door, which was still seeping light from the cracks in the door, finally lost all color, as if it had completely lost contact with the original source of energy, and has since become an ordinary piece of nothing.

The door panel of the soul.

Morpheus exerted a slight force, and the door that was originally going to be the link between Oscana and Modian fell to the ground.

The sound of the door panel falling to the ground was not that loud, and Ye Sewei was startled, as if she had woken up from a strange feeling of something being cut.

The word destiny is too strong.

Regardless of the meaning of the word itself, fate has been given an extremely important position in this magical world. For example, whether the magic that is the basis of the world's operation can be successfully released all comes down to whether fate is favored. Even if it reaches the highest level,

At the level of the Grand Magister, this layer of constraints on magic stemming from fate still exists. However, all the magical spells of the Golden Temple Cult and the Goddess of Hesidichu are preceded by a qualifier: fate.

Destiny can be sung, destiny can be designated, destiny can be abandoned, destiny... can also be cut off.

Ye Sewei stared blankly at the golden scissors in her hand: "So, whose fate have I cut?"

"This door of gods and demons and the god who wants to open this door." Morpheus stepped on the door panel, and the huge door panel of unknown material turned into powder under his feet. At the same time,

, the pieces of meat that still surrounded them finally lost their meaning of existence after this line was cut.

Why is there a line of fate in the Gate of Gods and Demons?

Ye Sewei looked around subconsciously.

The original squirming stopped, and all the overwhelming pieces of flesh seemed to evaporate at the same time, melting silently. The thick mist covered the world that was originally enveloped by the crimson magic circle. It was originally the favor of the god of ocean and night.

The heaven and earth covered by the body were revealed again, but they looked decadent and dim because of the presence of mist.

There were still many red lines in the sky, and she saw that those straight lines were connected to everything, and then disappeared into the void of nowhere.

The messy and complicated lines symbolize different fates, and they are bound with different meanings, and all of them can be cut by the exquisite and sharp golden scissors in her hand.

"Why did you give me this pair of scissors? Or...when you gave me the scissors, did you already know about today?" Ye Sewei turned her head and looked at Morpheus.

"Will it be dark and claustrophobic?" Morpheus did not answer his question. He looked up at the overwhelming fog. His tone was as usual, as if he didn't seem to think that Ye Sewei had done anything important just now: "Put away the scissors.

Still useful.”

"...Yes." Ye Sewei had just absorbed part of the great magician's abilities, including this magic. Her heart was shaken, but her hands were steady. She leaned over numbly and stuffed the golden scissors back into her hands.

He put it in his garter, thought for a moment, took it out again, and as if to retaliate, directly cut off the hem of his cumbersome skirt with scissors.

The small scissors that had just cut the thread of fate were still sharp and easy to use when cutting the cloth. The small scissors seemed to be just ordinary scissors, without showing any "consciousness" and just obeying Ye Sewei's instructions honestly.

action.

She quietly raised her eyes to glance at Morpheus, but was caught by his eyes. Morpheus did not show any signs of anger. At some point, the wolf ears on his head also disappeared. He looked at her patiently.

Awesome, even with a smile.

Ye Sewei suddenly felt that her behavior was extremely childish. She silently stuffed the scissors back, then raised the magic wand in her hand and whispered a magic spell.

The magic crystal at the top of the magic wand emitted a dark color as she input magic.

A black magic light point rose from the top of the magic wand.

The gray-white mist that was slowly drifting outward seemed to be absorbed by some black hole, and swept backward uncontrollably. The black singularity that suddenly appeared in mid-air seemed to want to swallow everything, and all the mist here was swallowed up in an instant.

After absorbing it, it fell from mid-air into Ye Sewei's hand.

"What's the use of this?" Ye Sewei looked at the black square in the palm of her hand. It was like a product of condensed magic, but because too much gray-white mist had converged inside, it looked black and not solid, but like clouds.

surge.

"If you have a chance, you can try to throw it into the golden hall of Hessidicher." Morpheus said whether he was joking or seriously: "Then release it."

Ye Sewei was stunned for a moment, thinking about this scene, and suddenly felt very excited, so she carefully put away the small black square.

As the gray and white fog dissipated, the world finally returned to tranquility. Twilight had just begun to cover the sky. There was a pink-purple sunset glow on the horizon. The edges of the clouds were as magnificent as a dream. The gems dotted on Morpheus were reflected beautifully.

The light enveloped his whole body with a faint color.

After releasing the golden scissors, all the previous red lines disappeared. But Ye Sewei knew that those lines had always existed. She even dared not let her hands hang down naturally, for fear that they would touch her legs.

The tied scissors saw those illusory lines again. But on the other hand, her heart was filled with endless curiosity.

When the noise died down, she finally turned around and looked at Morpheus.

"Who...are you?"

The question that had been lingering in her heart for a long time was finally spoken out. Ye Sewei trembled and met Morpheus's eyes without hesitation.

She wants to know an answer.

The notoriously cruel young master of Hyjal Mansion, a student of Agamand Central Academy, a student of Mr. Hall, the third young master of Latu Region, or something else... all of these seem to be just him.

A skin bag was pulled randomly to achieve a certain purpose, and the person inside was never the person that these status symbols meant.

It's not that she didn't notice it before, it's just that she never asked.

——She doesn’t know what kind of existence she attributes Morpheus to.

He was the first person willing to listen to her, the one who treated her to dessert, the one who learned that she was going to the battlefield and gave her a weapon... although this weapon was too cruel from the perspective of the current truth.

A little bit different, but still smooth.

He was the one who held her hand when she was trembling and didn't dare to do anything when she committed a murder for the first time, and said to her, "I share the same sin with her." He was the one who taught her how to use magical consciousness, and he was the one who lit up the world.

The person she is aware of.

It seems that in order to prevent her from being branded by the Five Gods, he planned to let her enter the Battle Academy, and then took her to fly around in the wild, just to find a dragon that suits his heart.

Many times, Ye Sewei felt that there was nothing to ask. She did not reject the way of getting along with him, and even liked the time she spent with him - even if a lot of that time was spent teaching or killing people.

He knew everything she had gone through in Hesitichi. He knew that she was ambitious and wanted to become stronger. He even knew that she didn't have much respect for the gods in her heart, but he never said anything more. He only asked her if she wanted to believe in the mysterious man. God of all things.

But today, now, she felt she had to ask the question.

The strength he displayed was so strong that he didn't take the gods' favored ones seriously, and would even kill them at will, and in this kind of killing, the other party didn't even have the power to resist.

Morpheus seems to have exceeded her concept of "strong".

The other party did not look away or change the topic. There was a smile in his very pale eyes. The smile was even gentle or gentle. It was completely different from the murderous look he had just fired when he fired. The contrast was too sharp, and Ye Sewei's sense of illusion became even stronger.

"What do you think?" Morpheus asked.
To be continued...