The Phantom of Jazz

Chapter 45

【Inde? Heart】

Iheros pushed open the heavy stone door and stepped aside respectfully, and Siruff, who was dressed in fine clothes, stood still at the door: "It's really ironic that you, who were so rational and persevering back then, would do such an ill-advised thing."

Bois raised his head in the dark, the smile on his face was faintly disheartened: "Silufu, we both exist for the most important thing, if one day you are no longer the queen of the wind, then you will still be the queen of the wind." Can you watch my jokes calmly like now?"

"Unexpectedly, it was that ignorant boy who tied your heart in the end. Should I feel lucky or sad?" Syluff sighed: "Bois, the prince itself exists as the blade of the silver priest. , a weapon without thought is unworthy of emotion."

"So what? Siruff, like you, is just a tool for governing the country controlled by the silver priest. If one day they break through the barrier that imprisoned them, do you think you still have a place to play?"

"Boys, don't forget that we are here today because of the gift of the silver priest. Without the king's throne and soul power, we are nothing."

"Silufu, do you really think that the people of Yinde will depose you after you lose your soul power? Sirufu, do you have too little confidence in yourself? The people of Fengyuan are obsessed and fanatical, and you will give up everything It's because you gave them a peaceful and prosperous paradise, not because of your incomparable pure soul power. It's really sad that you are so disappointed in the regime you established with your own hands." Boyce sneered and turned his back to The door stopped talking.

Siluff's taunting words seemed to be stuck in his throat for a moment, he was silent for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "Bois, the silver priest will not let people who betray him, your life is less important than your persistence It is up to you to decide which is more important. Iheros, Bois is also your lord anyway, so please persuade him."

"Prince, this is given to you by Sol." Iheros said and handed Boyce a medicine bottle.

Boyce took it over: "Let's prepare according to our original plan."

"Your Majesty," Iheros knelt down, "You can't use this medicine, just imagine, if Qi Ling knew..."

"Iheros," Boyce interrupted him, "I know what I did, you don't need to say any more."

"Yes."

【Aslan? Fog Hidden Green Island】

The blood-red sunset is like a ball of red ink dripping into the clear sky of Wuyin Green Island, the water surface of Wuyin Lake is suddenly dyed red by the pouring skylight, and the surrounding green trees seem to have witnessed a tragic fight, dyed by the sunset light A touch of residual red.Sol pushed open the window, leaned half of his body out of the window, propped his chin with one hand and closed his eyes to enjoy the scenery outside the window leisurely.Of course, this kind of leisurely mood will not last long, everything was broken after the sudden appearance of Aios.

"Feng Shui and Feng Shui are at war." Aios floated into Sol's sight, startling him.

"What's none of my business?" Suo Er raised his eyebrows, I just need to care about my little Lingling.

"It won't be long before most of Aslan will be stained red with blood just like this sky." Aios turned his back and looked at the distant sky.

"It is said that when the country goes to war, the emperor and the like should be very busy, but I think you are very busy." Suo Er held his chin with a sarcastic expression.

"Really?" Aios turned his face sideways, and the rays of the setting sun with the warm orange color modified his original exquisite side face into reality and fantasy: "Sol, you also look very leisurely, as far as I know You know, Aslan's second-time Lord is already on the battlefield."

"So you're trying to persuade me to go back to Inde?" Suo Er had an incredulous look on his face.

Aios smiled and shook his head.

Suo Er suddenly realized: "You don't want me to help you go to the battlefield, do you?"

"I originally had such an idea, but it was rejected by me just now."

"Oh?" Sol was a little curious: "Why?"

"You don't care about this war at all, so you are not interested in the fruits of victory for either side of this war."

"You're right, I just want to take Qi Ling away." Suoer jumped from the window and leaned against the window sill: "That's all."

"Think about it, he only has Boyce in his heart." Aios squinted at Sol's expression.

"If you really love someone, you will definitely try your best to give him the life he wants." Suoer replied calmly. He straightened up and was about to leave. Then a black light fell from the sky and stopped his footsteps until the afterimage dissipated. After that, Qi La robes stood gracefully in front of Sol.

"Qi La, don't show up suddenly every time, okay?" Suo Er rolled his eyes at the sky.

"I've already given Iheros the medicine you mentioned. Speaking of which, when are we going to act?" Qi La obviously ignored Sol's complaint.

"Sol, is there a cure for that medicine?" Aios asked solemnly.

"There is a solution, but there is no solution."

"How to say?"

"Once that kind of medicine is taken, it will have great side effects. Although the antidote can pull people out of full combat readiness, the user's nervous system will be greatly damaged, and it is very likely that they will become a walking dead person without thinking .”

"So, Boyce went with the mentality that he must die," Aios clenched his fists suddenly: "Stupid."