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During the time of chatting, Moore took Zkoy out of Solshi and started to swindle.If it weren't for the trip with Molly today, Zkoy really didn't know that there was still such a way around Solsi.

"Where are you taking me?" Zkoy finally couldn't help asking.

"Go and sell you," Morrie replied.

"To whom?" Zkoy asked.

"Sell it to someone who is willing to buy you." Morey replied as a matter of course. "I'll put you in a cage for auction later."

"It's not good to spread the news about human trafficking by the imperial princess's guards."

"No one will know." Molly said, and pushed Zkoy into an inconspicuous door at the end of a remote alley.It was dark behind the door. "Be careful with the steps, just go straight down."

Zkoy gave up on asking where Morrie was taking him, since he would find out in a little while.

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Is this supposed to be a bar?

Although it was not the time when the normal bar was open, there seemed to be a surprisingly large number of people.The atmosphere in the bar is very nice, the music is not very quiet but definitely not loud.Generally speaking, it feels a bit luxurious but definitely quite serious.

Why is such a serious-looking bar built in such a remote place and still doing so well?

If it weren't for Zkoy's conviction that Morley would never frame him or do anything to him, he would never be here for a moment longer.Although he already had a bad feeling.

Molly dragged Zikoy to the bar and sat down, ordered a glass of wine, and then ordered a glass for Zikoy without authorization.

"I heard you have a hard time getting drunk?" Molly turned his head and looked at Zkoy with an inexplicable smile.

"Because of my physique, I'm just highly resistant to spiritual things. If you don't put any strange medicine in the wine, I basically won't get drunk." Zkoy stared at Morley vigilantly: "What do you want to do? ."

"I want to add some strange drugs to your wine, and sell you after you lose consciousness." Molly smiled frankly, as if he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Do you think I'll drink it after you tell me that?" Zkoy looked at the glass of liquid he had just brought in front of him, and made up his mind that even if Moore could tell it to a flower later, he wouldn't drink it.

The glass of wine was a very coquettish red color, so coquettish that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Morry took a sip of his glass of relatively normal-colored liquid, then said to Zkoy, "Don't you really want to try it? It should taste good."

"Should?" Zkoy looked at Moore: "Then why don't you try it?"

"I don't like this color. If you don't drink it, just put it there, if you think it looks good." Molly tapped the crystal glass containing the suspicious red liquid with his fingertips, and one by one disappeared in the glass. The red light spots within it emerged, and then floated out of the surface of the wine liquid, gradually dissipating in the sky above it.

Zkoy always felt that this glass of wine gave people a sense of déjà vu. He tapped the wall of the glass again and again, watching the light spots appear and disappear again and again, and suddenly remembered it.

"I drank wine similar in appearance to it in God Realm." Zkoy said, then picked up the wine glass and sniffed it lightly, then put it back on the bar. "After drinking, you will be drunk immediately when you see the person you like."

"And after that? Are you drunk?" Morrie asked with interest.

"Hmm." Zkoy didn't seem to want to recall that experience.

"Did you get drunk because you saw Qingyin at that time?" Even if Zkoy didn't say anything, Morrie felt that he could guess nine out of ten. "If he does die, do you intend to be alone forever?"

"I don't know." Zkoy stared at the glass of wine, with no ups and downs in his tone.

I don't want to be alone, and I don't want to go to someone else.

"What would you do if you met someone who looked like him?" Morrie continued.

Zkoy didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, and turned his head to look at Moore with some doubts, and then saw him pointing in a direction: "I think the man over there looks a bit like Qing Yin."

Looking in the direction of Morley's finger, Zkoy froze.

It should be short silver hair, a silver color that loses its essence by the lights in the bar.From this angle, only the side face can be seen. If it is compared to a painting, the lines outlining the outline of the face are simple and three-dimensional, which even makes people feel that the emotional coldness has been diluted.There is no warmth in the eyes, and the lip color is very light. It is easy to doubt whether the blood color and temperature in it have slowly melted into the wine along with the ice cubes in the glass.The knuckles of the fingers holding the wine glass are sharp, and there is an inexplicable sense of order, as if they can easily control the situation.

My heart is throbbing, no, it's not pain, but it's very uncomfortable, my chest is blocked by various emotions, I want to make a sound, but I don't know what to say, the various emotions blocked in the body can't find an outlet.

"You might be noticed if you stare at him again." Molly patted Zkoy on the shoulder lightly, motioning him to come back to his senses.Then he watched Zkoy pick up the glass in front of him with trembling hands, drank more than half of the wine in one breath, put down the glass and stared at the table in front of him, pursing his lips without speaking, but Molly could clearly Feel his body trembling slightly all the time.

"Want to strike up a conversation?" Morrie suggested.Then he met Zkoy's eyes looking at him: the corners of his eyes were red, and the sparkling light in his eyes was like the surface of the sea under the sun, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, which was ambiguous, and all kinds of complicated emotions were hidden in it. In that fog, because you can't see clearly, there is a fatal attraction.Molly felt his heart skip a beat, then immediately turned his head to the other side, and said to himself [-] times I have someone I like I have someone I like, while saying: "Yue Luo, you, you, you! Don't be like this look at me!"

"Sorry, I'm a little out of control." Zkoy took a deep breath, and his breath was still a little disordered when he exhaled it.

"It should be a coincidence, he can't be alive." After a long time, Zkoy said this, and looked at the man over there again, still feeling very uncomfortable.

"How can there be such a coincidence." Moore muttered to the side.

"He's not Qingyin." Zkoy said with certainty, but his eyes were very confused, and he never took his eyes off that person from the beginning to the end: "His soul is gone, no matter how similar this body is, he is not there." It will be Qingyin."

"He has a space ring on his hand, one of the pair I gave you back then. I am the maker, so I can see it." Morley added.

"No...he's not Qingyin! Shut up." Zkoy's voice was a little dry, his hands on the bar were clenched into fists, his nails dug deep into his skin, his eyes were so confused that they almost collapsed.

"Did you find out if you asked in the past? Or are you afraid of something?"

Zkoy withdrew his gaze, shook his head, his voice trembling: "I don't want to go, I don't want to ask him..."

"You don't want to go over and ask him, but he came to look for you." Molly pushed Zkoy who lowered his head.

Zkoy raised his head abruptly, and saw the man who was very similar to Qingyin walking towards him, his eyes kept on him, so the target was definitely that he was right.He wanted to leave here, immediately, but he couldn't move his body.Some hopelessly watched the man approaching step by step, and then heard him speak a continental language that he had never heard him speak in a voice that he was once familiar with: "You have been looking at me since just now, may I ask you?" what's the matter?"

Zkoy opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound, and didn't know how to answer at all.