There is always something wrong with the temple

From Aliena's point of view, she didn't know what Wusu and Mephisto were talking about.

That's a serious matter.

It was so serious that the little lord inadvertently revealed an almost solemn feeling.

Aliena had never seen such an expression from the ignorant and cute little leader, it was like Wu Su was forced to grow up when she didn't know it.

Her eyes were a little dark.

Growth is not a good word sometimes.

This made Aliena feel a little uncomfortable.

It was as if the five Su small lords and Mephisto formed their own country, and she was excluded.

This feeling of inadequacy was still under Aliena's control, and she firmly suppressed any possible anger and turned to thinking about what they were talking about.

The chamber has its meaning of existence.

With the power given to her by Wusu, Aliena was able to command the important matters governing the territory. Standing at the other end of the hall, she seemed to be checking the situation of the territory today.

After Aliena Wolfe came to the Dark Forest, the time she could spend on tempering herself increased instead of decreasing.

After reducing those unnecessary communication and banquets.

And the Dark Forest seemed to have a strange magical power, which made Aliena feel the rapid gain speed.

If she was willing to tell the truth, Aliena felt vaguely disgusted and feared by the power of the blood that was so full that it was almost inflated.

too fast.

After reaching the critical point, she did not choose to break through.

There was a benefit to it though, it sharpened Aliena's hearing.It was enough to hear the discussion at the other end of the chamber clearly at this time.

Xiao Wusu's voice was more like a soft and cute inquiry, "It's too late."

What is too late?

Mephistopheles, that golden-eyed man seemed to know exactly what Wu Su was talking about, he caught Wu Su's words, his voice trembling in a wonderfully gentle way, "If you are willing to give me time to speak, it's not me... "

Humble words tinged with subtle detachment.

Aliena knew that alienation was for her.

If a beast is willing to expose its soft belly, it must be asking for something.All Mephisto's reactions seemed to be tense to Wusu, as if he was a delicate porcelain doll, fragile to the extreme.

Xiao Wusu tugged at the corners of her robe, pouted.

In the morning light, Aliena turned around with a blank expression and crushed something, but that was not important.

The hesitant look of the little lord is so cute!

"That's not you," said Wu Su, "but it's a good thing to go with the flow, isn't it?"

silent.

Aliena snorted softly.

she knows.

No matter what petty dispute it was, Mephisto had lost all reason to defend himself.

The territory is quiet.

The exchange with the wandering caravan has come to an end, and the number of people in the lively square a few days ago is much less.

—The square where people often gather is between First and Second Avenues.

Few people went to the largest central square, and Percy Smith just took a quick look around and felt forced to drive away.

The goods of the wandering caravan were almost exchanged, and there were only two days left. After getting Aliena's permission, their people also began to look at this unique secret place full of curiosity.

Percy Smith didn't want to use some inappropriate words in this small and warm territory, but as the leader of a wandering caravan, he was almost familiar with most of the regions and customs.

But never had a piece of land puzzled him so much.

This is clearly a nascent territory.

New life means confusion and confusion, as well as inevitable vigor and vitality.Compared with the nearly exquisite buildings, the people here are more like... just migrated.

But if this is the case, where do those emotions that condense and love come from?The residents here seem to have the most stable and comfortable joy, without the slightest restlessness of the newly established territory.

The sense of belonging that should have been accumulated over dozens or hundreds of years was vividly reflected in these hundreds of people.

In the morning, the residents yelled and had occasional warm conversations, and the Twelve Streets were filled with a happy atmosphere.There are often heroic songs in the exquisite and lovely houses, and the neighbors are smiling and calling each other, just like the most ordinary town.

Although there is no dazzling sunlight here, the mysterious place wrapped in the center continuously provides light source.

That's soft enough.

It's warm enough here.

When Percy wandered to the tavern, he was surprised to find that the tavern was open in the afternoon.

The tavern waiter sat behind the counter and wiped his wine glasses. He glanced lazily at Percy, "The boss is not here."

He obviously thought that Percy wanted to make a deal with the owner of the tavern or something, just like Percy did a few days ago.

"No, I just wanted to have a drink."

Percy Smith was a bad drinker before, and his obsession with alcohol could even be traced back to his childhood. After taking over the responsibility of the wandering caravan, his attitude towards alcohol was much sharper and more restrained.

After ordering a glass of malt wine (there is only one kind here), Percy said casually, "Why is it so deserted here?"

The waiter was a red-haired boy, and he grinned and said, "I want to know this question too." He looked at the few guests in the tavern with a blank look, and muttered, "I don't think there's anything missing. people."

There is a sense of loss.

And one of the culprits, Wu Su, was walking in the Corridor of Fallen with his little hands behind his back.

The stone pillars inside were all reshaped by him, and it seemed that they were inextricably linked with Wu Su from the very beginning, and this subtle connection was like an active one after Wu Su returned from the place of trial. Elements generally dance in the world of Wusu.

Mephisto followed Wusu step by step.

It made him look a little pitiful.

Wu Su pursed her lips.

His small stature was shrouded in the figure of the people behind him, which gave Mephisto a strange sense of security and the heat rising from his abdomen.

It was warm.

Mephisto doesn't like the human body, which may be the weakest and most unbearable void he has ever come into contact with, but such a body can accommodate his extremely narrow wisp of thought, allowing him to briefly and insignificantly Staying at this moment allows him to touch Wusu's warm little body with his own hands.

This kind of nameless trembling often makes the little reason left disappear.

It is not difficult for Mephisto to maintain a human-like body and mind, but the disguise is always hypocritical.

Especially in front of Wusu.

No one can really cheat five sous.

Sometimes it's just...just that he doesn't want to pursue it.

Especially when he was ignorant, the temptation of language was enough to divert Wu Su's attention, until the recent nonsensical small window accident.

Mephisto's back had two bumps, which were quickly smoothed away by invisible hands.

Now is not the time to be protected Slowly slow down Certain behaviors can't be known in

He is implicated but very happy "—" I have been watching the trembling flowers blooming rapidly and the fallen sea is filled with

It grows indiscriminately and chaotically.

When Wu Su looked back at Mephisto, his fleeting thoughts suddenly became quieter.

Mephisto showed a warm smile, "What are you thinking?"

Falsely perfect.

"Wu Su is thinking,"

The little lord said slowly, "I don't want to laugh."

The crazy feeling of twisting and bursting became even stronger.

If Aliena knew that under Mephisto's peerless and handsome face, there was such a sensational and distorted mind hidden, that there was an existence who might go crazy at any time, she would probably want to bring Wusu to him right now. away from the territory.

Aliena's excessive desire to protect Wu Su didn't know where it came from.

But this is not surprising.

Everyone who has been in contact with five sous has more or less a little bit.

Aliena is, and so is Mina.

Wu Su talked to himself, mumbled vaguely, "Well, blocking is bad."

Wusu thought about Mina, Hugo, and many travelers.

He likes travelers.

Like, means do not want more bad things to happen.

He looked down and saw that Jio was stepping on the border between the lines of Corridor of Corruption and the grass of the square.

Wu Su didn't care about the gaps in his past, and what happened in the past had nothing to do with what he did now.

The little Wusu huddled in the big shadow.

"That's it," he said.

Delicate flowers and plants crawled under Wu Su's feet, the breeze seemed to stagnate a little, everything lost its vitality for a moment, like a relief condensed in the void.

Immediately, the stone pillars of the Corrupted Corridor lit up.

One, two, three...

A steady flow of vitality flowed from Wusu's shoulders, from Wusu's fingers, from Wusu's feet, through the mountains, across the deep sea, across the endless desolation, and throughout the noisy towns.

There was an eerie sound of teeth snapping.

In the vast expanse of deep sea, light suddenly appears, and shadows shake.

That is the New World.