Unusual couples in the world of conjuration

"V for Vendetta."

Behind the scenes? Black hands appear.

The man behind the scenes? The black hand, short, weak, embarrassed, on the road? A weak person that no one cares about.

Then?, Gojo Satoru's voice sounded behind the scenes?, far away.

"Most of the time, people will create gods unconsciously. They will feel that the powerful only cover the sky with their hands and cannot be profaned, just like gods. The so-called gods, who have been pulled down from that? Throne, are just? Ordinary people.

"The only thing to be feared is the throne itself, because people created gods and shaped the people who sit on it like a curse. But in itself, those people are not terrible.

"—even unbelievably weak."

Bai Ci woke up? What catches the eye is the familiar ceiling pattern.

The double-row refrigerator made a slight electrical start-up sound, occasionally a hiss, and a faint sigh soaked in air-conditioning.After waking up without moving, Bai Ci turned his lower body, saw the wool blanket on the floor, and confirmed that he was in the dormitory of the High School of Conjuration.

After killing the upper layer and imprisoning Yuequan Yaji, he took the news out, and then took a nap for a while.

At the critical moment, if we talk about the cause of failure, Bai Ci clearly knows? It may be a twenty-minute nap.However, after he killed and took revenge? Instead of joy, there were bursts of emptiness.

What kind of creation is the human mind?Like the tide, when the tide rises and the tide recedes, what is exposed naked is the tiny fungus wrapped in shells on the beach.And this is an uncontrollable emotional invasion.

It suddenly occurred to him that his double-row refrigerator was not a decoration, and Bai Ci got up to get wine from the refrigerator. The million-dollar bottle of Roman-Conti pulled out the cork without sobering up, so he straightened his neck and drank it.

The intoxicating and fragrant taste of the wine is no longer important.Bai Ci just wanted to get drunk.

However, he has always been a monster whose reason is greater than emotion.After several bottles went down, the empty bottles were stumbling around, while the young man sat on the sofa chair with his head propped up and did not speak for a long time.

There was no light on, the light was dim, and it was hard to tell whether it was morning or afternoon.He just supported his head with one hand, a wisp of bangs was scattered on his forehead and swept into his eyes.However, those dark blue eyes stared straight at the ground, their eyes were empty, like two blue studs being nailed into the pupils?——glowing with the light of death.

After a while, the two blue buttons loosened in the pupils.

Then? A line of desolate tears slowly fell down the young man's soft cheeks?In this frozen gray scene, there shouldn't be a sound, but a tiny whimper like a newborn kitten broke the gray confinement.The boy held one of his eyes with his palm, but the tears couldn't stop falling.

The well-shaped lips were slightly bent, and they were retracted at first, as if they were pouting like a child, and then they mustered up the courage to open and close their lips up and down. The one you trusted with your whole body and mind, the name you cared about the most, Blooms into a flower on the lips.

"Enlightened..."

There is no way not to miss it.

There is no way not to miss him, he has a baby? A lover with blue eyes.

Bai Ci used his fingers to catch the crystal tears that fell one after another.

The pain is like a vulture, almost eating him up, the rest is just a body.The body has no soul, it only moves for survival and benefit.

Outside the door? There was a knock on the door.

Soon, Bai Ci stopped his tears, pulled the toilet paper on the coffee table, wiped his face indiscriminately, pressed his face, adjusted his expression, and said calmly: "Please come in."

Outside the door was a middle-aged man, one of the conjurers who had witnessed Bai Ci slaughtering the upper echelons in the office before.

Looking at him coldly, Bai Ci deliberately asked in a calm tone without waves: "What's the matter?"

At this moment, his emotions are suddenly hidden.

The middle-aged conjurer bowed respectfully, and then? replied?: "Mr. Bai Ci, we have found the place where your adoptive father Noctuma Zhengdao was imprisoned."

"Oh?" Bai Ci raised his eyebrows.The lights in the room were still not turned on, and the middle-aged conjurer could only vaguely see the silhouette of the young man. The strong smell of alcohol emanating from his body locked him in, bowed again to him who was sitting on the sofa, and then... Actively answered questions.

"Your adoptive father, Noctua Moth, is currently imprisoned in Yuequan Mansion."

In response to this, Bai Ci, who was stuck on the sofa, raised his hand to touch the cigarette case on the coffee table, took out a cigarette, held it between two fingers, and said lightly: "Borrow me a cigarette."

The middle-aged conjurer took out the lighter in his pocket, stepped forward, clicked the button to open it, and the blue flame jumped up, Bai Ci had a cigarette in his mouth, lowered his head slightly, lit the cigarette, and took a deep breath.

He seemed to be choked, and he coughed lowly with his fist pressed against his lip.Then, arms spread out, legs crossed, presenting a "comfortable posture, and the whole person sank into the sofa".

Looking up, he exhaled the smoke lightly.White mist swirls around.

Then, he replied: "Got it."

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Dipping with black ink, the brush falls on the rice paper?.

One stroke at a time, the strokes are sharp.

Yuequan Cangjie knelt down in front of this man, watching him seriously write calligraphy.

The man's face was quite handsome, and even the few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes just added a bit of mature charm to him.After hearing Yuequan Cangsuke's confession, his running script is still very stable.

After writing a whole word, he put down his pen, pulled the written rice paper aside, faced the brand-new white rice paper, and then spoke: "Ya Ji, she was planted in Kinoshita's house, is it Sooner or later."

As he spoke, he looked up at the kneeling junior Yuequan Cangjie, with peaceful eyes, and said: "It's no wonder you."

Hearing this, Yuequan Cangsuke felt even more uncomfortable, almost arguing: "It was me, I said that, and Aunt Yaji stepped into a big trap..."

It was what Kinoshita Baici asked him to bring.After returning home, Yuequan Cangjie brought the words to the current patriarch, Yuequan Yaji, and Yuequan Yaji went to her destination.But Yuequan Cangjie couldn't bear the condemnation of his conscience, so he came here to confess his mistake to the man.

The man is Yuequan Yaji's father, the former head of the Yuequan family.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man took the lead in writing and continued writing. Feeling that the direction of the handwriting was wrong this time, he shook his head subtly.

"...Even if others think, I didn't get the position of Patriarch for myself..." Yuequan Cangjie said inconsequentially, "I am willing to be punished, and even withdraw from the position of candidate for Patriarch's heir."

"It's okay." The man stared at the badly written words and said briefly?

Then? He tore away the rice paper with bad characters, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into a corner?

"Cang Jie, you are the best one among the juniors of our Yuequan family, and you are qualified to inherit the Yuequan family." The man affirmed.

"But..." Yuequan Cangjie hesitated.

The man nodded towards him? His tone was steady, not really a fault: "Of course, it will be much better if you get rid of your high sense of morality."

Yuequan Cangjie was silent.He seemed to understand what the man meant, but he didn't seem to understand, and fell into an unprecedented mystery.

Finally, he looked at the man, and said cautiously: "You mean...don't worry about Aunt Yaji's affairs for now?"

"Cang Jie." The man called his name, but didn't look at it. He focused on the snow-white rice paper in front of him, thinking about how to write.Soon, the brush dipped in black ink fell down.

One? The word "profit" is formed in one go.

He gave this word to the junior in front of him, and then said: "You have to remember that the members of the Yuequan family do not put your personal interests first, but the interests of your family.

"It's the family that makes us."

The word "利" held by the elders is on the snow-white rice paper, with black traces smeared on it, nothing can be as quiet as ever.Yuequan Cangsuke was silent for a long time, his nose moved slightly, as if he smelled a very strong smell.

He suspected that his sense of smell had failed.After that, for many years, as the head of the family, every time he made sacrifices, his sense of smell always smelled a strong and pungent smell, but he couldn't explain it, and he knew it was a heart disease.

And now, he just replied? "I see."

As he spoke, he went to catch the word "利" with both hands, and then silently exited the room.

The man didn't write anymore, but looked at the paper door in the corridor outside, and said softly: "I've been waiting for a long time, this guest. Please come in."

The paper door outside the door, a slender figure appeared in response, and the shadow gradually shrouded the white paper door.Then, the man opened the door.

With a soft face and dark blue eyes, it looks like a blue lotus flower quietly blooming in a pond.The young man is in the best years of his life, his bright red lips are slightly hooked, his eyes are flowing, and his blue eyes are like water.

The first button of his shirt is missing? The collar hangs loosely around his neck? It's a bit uninhibited.Come in with the boy? There is also a strong and pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol.

The man observed silently and cautiously did not speak.

And the young man sat down on the coffee table where he was writing with a big grin, and waved casually: "It's the first time to meet you, the former head of the Yuequan family, hello."

The man nodded slightly, and replied: "You are also welcome, the last one in the Kinoshita family."

Bai Ci raised his head and laughed with a "ha", propped his hands behind his back, and turned his head slightly: "It seems that there is no need to introduce myself."

As he spoke, he crossed his legs and put his hands behind his back? He narrowed his eyes and looked lazy.

"Come on? Here, I don't have much to ask. I just want to ask, do you want a Yuequan Yaji who is useless, or the power of the sky?"

The man doesn't mind his faux pas.He smelled a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol on the young man. It is not clear whether he is calm and sober now, or just simply excited.Since the young man opened his mouth straight to the point, he simply opened his mouth.

"So, what do you want?"

Bai Ci raised his head, saw the incandescent lamp on the ceiling, squinted his eyes slightly, and said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, I will count one, two, three, and when we reach three, we will tell our own words." condition."

"Do you need me to teach you that being unable to hold your breath will spoil the big things." The man said? His tone was not angry or embarrassing, as if he was casually mentioning it as an elder's good intentions.

Then, his eyes fell on the boy's hands.Pressed under the right hand of Ji Shang?, there is a small knife as thin as a hair, and there is still blood on it.

Considering that Yuequan Yaji did not return and there was no news from the upper echelons, he had already expected the worst outcome.No, maybe a good result.

The boy just casually pressed the handle of the knife on the bottom of his right hand, smelling like alcohol and tobacco all over his body? It seemed that he was really drunk and paralyzed.But in the room? Abundant mana surged, and the flow of every trace of mana was not disturbed.

"Ya Ji? She lost to you, it seems that she is not wronged." The man said.

Bai Cicai? Regardless, he counted on his own: "One, two, three—"

"I choose power."

The man's answer didn't surprise Bai Ci in the slightest. He even raised his hand, pinched the bridge of his nose, his misty eyes cleared up a bit, and then he turned his head and looked at the man: "Then you, you are going to release the night moth." right way?."

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PS. I wanted to update a chapter at first, but after drinking the milk tea, my chest and palpitations are uncomfortable, and I dare not be greedy to drink milk tea at night. I need to rest early, please forgive me.Will update again tomorrow.