In the ancient palace filled with lights, the devil girl sat on the shoulder of the son of man, smiling and asking questions.
Who said you were pretending to be a genius?
……Um?
Ning Feng blinked, somewhat confused.
What's the meaning?
"You mean, I wasn't pretending to be a stickman just now?"
Can’t I be considered a pretender?
Can you respect my labor and succeed?
I've tried so hard to deceive people, what else do you want from me?
It took him a long time to hold back a word that was so vague that it sounded like a prophecy. Isn't this enough to sound like a magic stick?
【Did you really say that casually? 】
Um?
"What do you mean? Are you saying I said that on purpose?"
Is not this nonsensical?
I am lying, but the other person is not a fool.
Even though I was pretending to be a good guy, I didn't think about anything, and I was worried about being exposed.
How embarrassing then.
"You will become a king."
Such words may sound inscrutable and powerful, but they actually say nothing.
The word "finally" itself does not conceive of a specific time, nor does it specify when it is.
"Becoming a king" is even more intriguing.
What kind of king do you want to be? How to become a king? These important things are not mentioned.
In short, all the power of interpretation is in Ning Feng's own hands, so he is not afraid even if something goes wrong.
Ning Feng felt that he was pretty good at being able to intimidate someone he had never seen before in such a short period of time.
What do you mean by that?
【Is it really just an accident and not a choice of fate? 】
What?
Ning Feng raised his head in confusion. He didn't know why the devil who had always despised fate suddenly said this.
But when he raised his head and looked at the girl who was smiling and showing her fangs, the words in his mouth were not spoken.
"…………"
Her red eyes were reflected in his eyes, as if she were staring at the bright moon in the sky.
Bloody full moon.
It was a bit inappropriate for the occasion, but Ning Feng still couldn't help but think of one thing:
1 Such eyes are really beautiful.
I don't know since when, he no longer feels afraid of those eyes.
I don't know why, those eyes are so intoxicating.
The relationship between the two seemed to have changed every time they got together. From fear to now, the distance spanned was even greater than the distance between them and Shireen.
When did the change begin?
Or, from the perspective of conspiracy theory, there has been no change at all, and everything is under the control and design of Ariana. Then...how terrible would it be?
Ning Feng admitted that such a possibility did exist, but he had long since stopped thinking about it.
The more he understands the world, the more Ning Feng is able to realize the gap between himself and Ariana that cannot be bridged.
She is like the moon in the sky, and he is just the lake on the ground.
Even though they look at each other, the gap between them cannot be eliminated.
Even if she was cheating on him, he couldn't resist now, not to mention that he believed she didn't do that.
Trust, ambiguity, hesitation, hesitation... positive and negative complex emotions were mixed together, and finally they were all integrated into the gaze raised.
Ning Feng didn't say these emotions out loud, he just looked up in a daze.
The relationship between them is that of demons and contractors, awakened ones and extraordinary creatures, humans and cats...
And now, maybe we can even add a layer of trusting friends.
Are you willing to let all this relationship end here?
Even Ning Feng himself couldn't explain this clearly.
He had a feeling that it was too late to talk about this now.
maybe.
His eyes were silent, as if no one noticed anything.
He didn't say it, but luckily, someone could read it.
Ariana smiled and narrowed her eyes, first kissed her fingertips, and then used those fingers to caress around his eyes.
As the white fingertips passed across, a bloody fire ignited in Ning Feng's eyes.
The upper and lower eyes looked at each other, and they were the same scarlet color.
Hehehe...
Now, you are just like me.
The bright moon hanging high in the night sky finally fell into the lake, giving the reflection in the lake its color.
"you……"
Just as Ning Feng was about to speak, his lips were gently pressed by Ariana's fingers.
【Listen to me first, don't be impatient.】
Touching Ning Feng's lips gently, her eyes were gentle and calm.
【Now that I have brought you here, I think it is time to tell you more.】
!!!
The devil who always likes to be the Riddler seems to have changed his temper this time and actively wants to convey information to him.
With a smile on her face, Ariana didn't seem serious at all. It didn't seem like she was talking about something serious, but rather like a casual chat:
[Have you always had a special feeling, an inexplicable sense of familiarity when you see some special scenes and things?]
[Do you always feel that you have experienced similar things? It seems that you know how to do it? 】
Ning Feng wanted to deny it, but in the end he kept silent because she was always by his side and there was no way to deny it.
[Don’t you think something is familiar? 】
Ariana chuckled lightly and said lightly:
[In legend, there is a mysterious being in the Sanctuary of the Holy Word who can answer everyone’s questions... Ah, it’s a bit confusing, let’s just call him a sage. 】
Sage.
A mysterious existence that can provide everyone with answers to the puzzle can indeed be called a [sage].
[After the sage disappeared, a prophet appeared among human beings who could see hope from the endless bloodshed. 】
The smile became bright, and the devil squinted his eyes and whispered:
[Don’t you think this is a very coincidental thing? 】
Ning Feng frowned slightly, and continued to speculate on the possibilities that Ariana said.
From a time point of view, it is consistent. They were probably thousands of years ago, an era when the power of the gods was at its peak.
And there is indeed a similarity between the abilities of the two to some extent.
But, is it really such a coincidence?
While Ning Feng was thinking, Arianna, who was sitting on his shoulder, gently stroked his black hair and continued:
[If all this is true, then the prophet is the sage in the Holy Word Secret Hall. Does that mean that everything here belongs to the prophet? 】
[And since you are the new prophet, can you put it another way...]
Looking at Ning Feng who was thinking, Arianna's voice became lower and became like a whisper between lovers when they were rubbing their temples together, teasing: