At this moment, Ye Sewei had endless conjectures in her mind, including but not limited to whether Belair was the young master of the Falling Star Temple. The pervert who talked to him through the magic bird that night was his other personality.

, the Belair dog was not here to kill her... I'm waiting for speculation, but it is obvious that the person in front of him has no murderous intention, and there is a high probability that he did not show the brand to her intentionally.

After his thoughts changed rapidly, it was Belair who spoke first: "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there anything strange about me?"

Ye Sewei looked away for a second, considered for a moment, and thought that this was Duke Hyjal's palace, which was probably one of the safest places she knew now, so she simply said bluntly: "You and the Meteor Temple

What does it have to do with it? Why did you get their secret martial arts skills?"

"Relationship? Who wants to have anything to do with those rats in the stinking ditch?" Belair sneered and raised his eyebrows: "My sister was assassinated by them, so I went to the church once and greeted her cordially."

Ye Sewei was stunned.

She remembered that she had heard the cruel rumors about Belair "burning his sister's cheating fiancé's family on fire", but she had never heard of the theory that his sister was assassinated. Ye Sewei

She opened her mouth to find out whether this matter was related to the other party's personal matter. She didn't expect that her question would be implicated in this. She didn't even dare to ask whether his sister survived the assassination.

"Don't worry, I have eighteen sisters." Belair obviously saw her hesitation and smiled boredly: "Now there are seventeen left. My father is too lively. In addition to my mother, there are all kinds of sisters."

There are more than a dozen mistresses, and I can barely remember the name of the sister who was assassinated. But since she is a member of our family, I naturally want to seek some justice for her. Otherwise, wouldn’t my remaining seventeen sisters have to be seen by others?

Low."

When he said this, there was a hint of arrogance in the young man's eyebrows. He said it lightly, but Ye Sewei could hear a hint of bloodshed behind these words.

The killer organization is such an easy place to go. What's more, although Belair is called "the ceiling of combat power among his peers", he is only limited to his peers. How could he escape from that kind of place unscathed?

She lowered her eyelashes and suppressed the divergent thoughts in her heart. Now that she had reached this point, she hesitated for a while and decided to ask directly: "Then what is that...snake-like brand on your neck?"

Belair's expression suddenly changed.

He seemed to have just remembered this matter, and suddenly raised his hands to cover his neck.

But it was only for a moment. After feeling a little unnatural, he let go of his hand neatly, as if he felt that Ye Sewei had already seen it anyway, and there was no point in covering it up.

"This is not something you should know." Belair's expression darkened, and when he raised his eyes again, there seemed to be some oppressive white mist in his rose eyes: "It's not that I don't want to tell you.

But when your strength is not enough, the less you know, the better it is to protect yourself."

Ye Sewei didn't expect to get such an answer.

There was a trace of confusion in her eyes, but it wasn't that she couldn't accept Belair's statement.

It is human nature to explore the unknown, but in this magical world, behind the word unknown is full of endless dangers and even abyss.

Belair was right.

If you know something in advance without reaching a certain level of strength and level, it is indeed easy to have a connection with some unknown existence because of this "knowing", and no matter how weak this connection is

, is enough to destroy weak existences in an instant.

There was just one thing she had to confirm first: "Then please answer me just one question. Does this brand have anything to do with the Falling Star Temple? Are you... going to kill me too?"

Belair was obviously stunned for a moment, but he seemed to understand something in a flash. Then he put away all the cynicism on his face and shook his head seriously: "It doesn't matter at all. If you must say it, it's probably

It's revenge for killing my sister. As for you... I said I won't kill you, and I will never break it."

Ye Sewei took a deep look at Belair and nodded: "Okay."

The atmosphere between the two people returned to silence. After the conversation just now, Ye Sewei and Belair were each immersed in their own thoughts. While Ye Sewei suppressed her curiosity, she was also a little worried about this meteor saint.

I wonder if Tang’s boxing skills will have any negative impact on me, and the more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong.

What do you mean? I grabbed this secret skill and gave it to myself? Why did it sound like I accidentally discovered that there were two of them when I was paying my salary? There was no need to go back to find financial quarrels, so I simply

Is it morally wrong to go to a night market vendor to buy two packs of cigarettes in exchange for money?

Ye Sewei felt that her sincere thanks before were like feeding a dog.

She endured it for a long time, and finally spoke when she could see the white spire of the Duke's Mansion Magic Tower: "Speaking of which, do you know anything about this meteor boxing technique? Well, I mean, are there any negatives?

Impact, or is there anything special that needs attention?”

——For example, could this thing be some kind of burning soul that explodes with power and deals high damage at the cost of life? Or, for example, could this thing be some kind of sacred object from the Meteor Temple? After using this thing,

Will he be hunted down again by the people from the Falling Star Temple?

Belair thought for a while, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone: "Isn't it just a mediocre four-star boxing technique? What negative impact can it have? Pay special attention to... Well, the Meteor Star Temple will not attack the target.

Second hand, even if you are discovered, you probably won't be hunted down..."

After a pause, he added another suffix at the end: "...right?"

Ye Sewei:......

Numb.

Damn you! You Belair, take a punch from me!!!

It seemed that he had just thought of this problem. Belair touched his nose with a slight guilt. He really just threw a book of martial arts out at that time. To be honest, he even glanced at the name in a hurry. It was a typical case of killing without caring about others.

, how could you imagine that you would also be responsible for after-sales service.

The red-haired boy hurriedly changed the topic, and his tone was full of enthusiasm that he would never have out of a guilty conscience: "Ah, it's here. Is this your first time at the Magic Tower? Oskar has it.

This kind of magic tower? If not, you can take a good tour!"

Ye Sewei's face was expressionless.

In fact, this beautiful white spire can be seen from almost everywhere in Duke Hyjal's Palace. But this is indeed Ye Sewei's first time approaching here. Her usual range of activities is limited to the West District, and Magic

The tower is located in the East District, completely beyond the scope of her activities.

The magic tower is surrounded by flowers.

Ye Sewei couldn't pronounce the names of those flowers, but she intuitively felt that these words seemed to be somewhat different from the Dragon Throat Flowers in front of Morpheus's castle. To be specific, they were probably... too ordinary.

Beautiful and soulless.

She casually took a look at the beautiful scenery of the towering white tower amid the blooming flowers in front of her. She had not yet recovered from the incident of the Falling Star Fist, and followed Belair languidly, starting from the bottom of the surrounding magic tower.

Walked in through the open door.

As she walked through the gate, countless eyes seemed to sweep over her body, and the touch of water ripples warmly swept through her magical consciousness. The next second, there appeared in front of her something too empty but too majestic to make people jaw-dropping.

Interior view of the Magic Tower.

A huge rotating gear is suspended in mid-air, with huge hour, minute, and second hands spinning on it, turning silently in the light of magic. The rather old but extremely flexible open elevator runs in four directions, obviously leading to

Different departments. People wearing magician robes were bustling in the hall. Almost everyone was trotting all the way. Voices containing various work information came to Ye Sewei's ears, and some people were talking to her.

As I passed by, I accidentally touched her arm.

Before Ye Sewei could say "It doesn't matter," the other party frowned and looked at her: "Young people who are so leisurely will not have a future!"

Ye Sewei:?

After looking around again, she suddenly realized.

This... this is actually an office lobby, right? She seemed to have looked through the glass windows and saw the staff inside crying ninety-nine-seven!

Belair was familiar with the situation and raised his hand to say a not-so-sincere greeting to a few people passing by. Then he walked to a suspended magic machine and raised his hand to poke at the light screen.

An illusory human face with rabbit ears emerged and said: "What are you doing here again?"

"Is this your work attitude?" Belair raised his hand and flicked the rabbit's ears unceremoniously. The magic light screen suddenly shook, and the rabbit ears shattered into light spots and then reunited: "I'll teach you a lesson.

Come on, sister, sign up for the exam at Agamand Central College. Stop talking nonsense and give me your number."

The rabbit-eared man paused for a moment: "Just wait, I'm here to receive distinguished guests. I'll come back to you when I'm free."

"Distinguished guests? What kind of distinguished guests can your leisure department responsible for admissions have? You can bring them down." Belair sneered: "You..."

However, before he finished speaking, the rabbit-eared face had already closed the light screen with a "snap".

Belair:...?

Seeing Belair's disbelieving face after being rejected, Ye Sewei couldn't help laughing.

Belair had never been treated like this before. His expression changed unpredictably for a moment. When he raised his eyes again, there was a sneer in his eyes: "Follow me."

Ye Sewei followed him while suppressing laughter.

...At this time, she didn't expect that Belair's so-called "Follow me" would actually unreasonably rush into the elevator. She stood staggering on the open elevator, panting and watching in shock.

The elevator staff member who was thrown out directly by Belair then followed Belair to shake off the magic bullet fired by the security magician who was chasing him behind him, and ran to the door of an office with disheveled hair amid the sirens roaring all the way.

, then kicked the door open and broke in.

Morpheus, who had just said "see you later" to her in the morning, was sitting on the sofa in the center of the room, looking in the direction of the door that was kicked open.

Eyes facing each other.
Chapter completed!