"First meeting, Night Crow."

Fangran's eyes, which were originally wandering around, suddenly froze and slowly opened wide.

His expression was frozen and his breathing was slightly suffocated.

The young man who had been a little reserved just now and had an embarrassed look on his face, trying hard to lighten the atmosphere, suddenly froze, as if he was being held in place.

The mask fell from his face.

First meeting, Night Crow.

A completely unexpected name came from the mouth of the person they met for the first time.

The thoughts in my heart are like overgrown weeds in an instant, and madness begins to spread!

...

Wait, calm down, don't panic, Fang Ran.

First think about why she knew that she had exposed herself somewhere?

impossible.

Was that what Shui Lianxin told her?

No, that girl can't lie.

Was that her own fault, or did she find out the communication between herself and Veronica that day?

No, it's impossible. Fiseld's exclusive communications shouldn't be exposed that easily.

No, that's not right, she shouldn't think about this, she already knows, she knows that she is Night Crow.

Remedy... No, there is no way...

But Sister Sheng doesn't seem to know, does it mean that Ziye knows?

Then it's time for you to...

What is her attitude?

Could it be that he was targeting Ling?

Do you want to escape now?

No, it's impossible. Let's not talk about the ability level of this unpredictable 'big man' in front of us.

Sister Sheng is still outside...

Then do it yourself now...?

No, she is Shui Lianxin's grandmother, and her status may be that of Ziye...

So your ability must...

...

....

After hearing the other party say the name Ye Crow, his eyes widened slightly, and all these various thoughts spread in his mind.

The sunlight disappeared at this moment, and the last dusk sank into the ground.

It symbolizes that the daytime seems to be running out at this moment, and the dim shadow forms a line advancing on the earth as the sunlight fades, dividing the bright and dim.

Over the mountains, rivers, manors, villas...

Finally, it spread through the courtyard like the auditorium where the two of them were sitting, and was coated with a layer of dark purple evening night.

The side face of the young man who stood silently was covered with light. His face showed no expression. The light was dim and his eyes could not be seen clearly.

The young man who was young a moment ago now stood silently.

"I've always wanted to see you, Night Crow."

Shui Linlang sat on the edge of the garden balcony, looked at Fang Ran who was standing at the door on the other side, and said with a smile.

She didn't get an answer, but it seemed to be what she expected.

But she didn't seem to care, and continued to tilt her head with a smile on her face and said:

"Although I am far from the person you know, I have lived a long time."

The young man standing in the darkest part of the garden didn't reply or even move. However, Shui Linlang didn't care at all and narrated with a recalling tone.

"I was born in a declining prince's palace during the last period of the Qing Dynasty. At that time, my surname was still Wanyan."

The silent young man's calm eyes jumped for a moment, not sure whether it was because of the other person's shocking background or the tone of his voice that he recognized someone.

Shui Linlang had her unchanging smile on her face, and her slightly nostalgic eyes were long and long:

"I watched the collapse of the Qing Dynasty, the decline of the Aixinjueluo family, the rise of the Revolution of 1911, and the founding of China. Logically speaking, I am a little older than the person next to you."

She knew about Ling's existence.

His eyes were calmly lowered in the gloom, thinking about this fact in his heart.

But he didn't know if it was because of the other person's self-reported tone that told the shocking facts. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he closed his right hand slightly.

"As a participant for a long time, I have met many people. The selection mechanism for night battles is indeed harsh. Almost every participant is holding on to some unknown determination to resolutely step out in that awakening scene.

A sexual step."

Shui Linlang looked at her black tea cup, which reflected the lavender night light of the evening sky.

"Except for you, the Original Ones."

Then his eyes moved, he looked at Fangran again, and the words in his mouth spoke softly.

"Almost every Originator I know took on quite critical risks in the initial stages."

Shui Linlang's eyes were condensed and mysterious, and the smile disappeared from her face.

But just without that smile, her temperament began to change completely.

All the luxury and serenity in the first impression were gone. At this moment, she was looking at the silent young man, calm and mysterious, making it impossible for anyone to know what she was thinking.

"Because, you were not selected, but were involved, affected, and randomly. Although you had abilities at the beginning, you did not experience the necessary determination of the awakening scene."

She stretched out her hand, and the magical blue light lingered between her fingers, and the outlines intertwined into a picture like a water mirror.

In the hazy but clear mirror image, a young man is running in a deserted city at night, chasing terrifying zombies behind him.

"It really makes me want to sigh, Fang Ran, you are really smart. You seem to be vaguely aware of the situation of being randomly involved in the scene. Even if you are caught up, you will not really die."

Shui Linlang's eyes exuded a certain kind of brilliance that was the same as her hands, which was clearly visible in this increasingly quiet and dim garden.

"So what you looked like at that time was far less real than what you look like now."

On the water mist screen, the young man being chased gritted his teeth and shouted for help, looking back from time to time to glance at the pursuers behind him.

Shui Linlang stared at Fang Ran closely, but what was on his mind was not the thing that he had vaguely noticed at the time, but that he still chose to 'save' Ye Sheng under those circumstances.

Is this the certainty of killing the monster, or is it just a feeling of compassion?

Hearing these words, the young man who had been silent since she said the name Ye Crow finally raised his head, his eyes in the shadow staring at the mist mirror.

She even knew about the awakening in her own scene.

"So, Origin Primer, Fang Ran, your reason for participating in the night battle..."

The phantom blue light shone in her eyes, and she looked at the silent young man in front of her and asked:

"What is it?"

This is the first time that someone asked me this question.

The young man's right hand slowly clenched, and he stared at the soundless water mist mirror image, emerging from the invisible time-stop space, and having acquired abilities.

Indeed, compared with the participants who have thought clearly about normal awakening, the original ones have indeed not experienced the awakening scene that requires them to make up their mind and recognize their purpose.

And this is especially obvious with Fang Ran.

"A lot of things are not what you want to do. A lot of things are what you get involved in."

Shui Linlang's voice rang softly and far away in his ears. She held her cheek, and in the cool evening breeze,

I don't know when her appearance has changed back to when she was young, and the peerless elegance has awakened in her, maybe...

Is this what she really looks like?

"Whether it was the Linfu neighborhood that night, the night pearl on the Pacific Ocean, Lian Xin's concert in Los Angeles, or the scenes you experienced before..."

The illusive blue light between her fingers still hasn't dissipated, and with gentle movements, new water mist mirror images are formed one after another.

As night falls in the garden in the evening, in the elegant room like an auditorium, the evening breeze blows the white curtains.

The backstreets of the demon dwarves, the apocalyptic city of disaster and despair, the stormy night of the luxury cruise ship, the electric night sky of the capital...

Scenes that Fang Ran had experienced appeared one after another in the mist mirror, and the courtyard was gradually filled with them, surrounding the young man who was still standing in place, calm and silent with no expression on his face.

Let the line that drives away brightness and darkness move downward from his eyes.

Seeing the scenes he had experienced appear before his eyes, he suddenly felt a sense of being spied on, as if all his actions and every move were under the eyes of the other party.
To be continued...