At this time, in a church orphanage.

A blonde woman with a painting tool on her back suddenly raised her head to the blue sky and was stunned.

It wasn't until the hem of her skirt was pulled by a small fist that the woman came back to her senses, squatted down with a smile, and looked at the little girl in front of her who was less than five years old: "Yayi, what's wrong?"

"Sister Feng, Siegfried can't hold it anymore. ”

The glutinous little milk voice, as well as the cowardly movements, and the pleading eyes, fell into the woman's eyes, and she immediately smiled.

The woman hugged Ya Yi and rubbed Ya Yi's tender face vigorously before letting go of her for a while.

Then he looked to the other side, Ziegfried on the edge of the fountain in the shape of a "golden rooster independence".

Siegfried and Ya Yi are the same age, because they have maintained a posture for a long time, now Baozi's face is red, and there is a bright water in his eyes flickering, looking aggrieved. However, no matter how wronged he is, he can't cry. The dean's grandfather said that boys can't cry, not to mention that Bud Yi is still around.

He finally wanted to pose today to show his "manliness" in front of Yayi, and he must not be embarrassed.

However, perhaps it was because he had been standing for too long, the sun was scorching, his face was crimson, and the heat from the sweat was surging, and Siegfried only felt a dizziness in front of him, and a black light flashed, and he only heard a "poof" sound, and then fell into the fountain, setting off a splash.

Half an hour later, Siegfried, who was judged to be suffering from heat stroke, was aggrieved and brought back to the dormitory by the nuns.

Siegfried had a gloomy face, not only did he not show his manhood in front of Yayi, but he also lost someone, and the uncomfortable feelings in his heart kept churning.

The nun thought that Siegfried was sad because she didn't get the painting, and gently comforted: "It's okay if I didn't get the opportunity to paint this time, I asked, and Master Feng will come next week." When the time comes, when you get better, it's not too late to paint. ”

Siegfried replied sullenly.

On the other side, the blonde woman who kissed Ya Yi's little face and then sent Ya Yi away, Feng Huashi, suddenly felt the earrings move.

"You ......"

"Don't talk yet. Feng interrupted the sound in his ears, then turned over and jumped onto the statue in the center of the fountain with quick movements, and then said, "Say it." ”

There was a teasing voice from the studs: "My dear old friend Mirafael, I never knew that you are so interested in women's clothing?"

The blonde woman was none other than Mirafael Von the "Magic Painting", and he shrugged his shoulders and said, "No way, this church only allows pure and unflawed girls to come in." Besides, as a painter, it's also interesting to experience art from a woman's perspective. ”

"I don't understand this art of yours. Muttered, and a voice came from inside the earrings again: "I remember that your target is not the third princess of the Okareg royal family, the heart country of the shell world?

Feng: "I got the mysterious thing on Tasia half a day ago, but when I was about to go back, I heard some rumors about the kingdom of Saint Isa and came. ”

"Some rumors?"

"I can't tell you more about it yet, but the whole kingdom is enveloped in a strange atmosphere, and I feel like I'm going to encounter something terrible here. Feng looked at the fountain under him, this strange atmosphere would not spread into the water, so he chose to stand in the statue in the middle of the fountain and speak.

"Mysterious things again?" There was an exclamation from the earrings, accompanied by a deep jealousy: "A remote world of the end of the law, how can two mysterious things be born?"

"I don't know if it's something mysterious, but it's going to take a while to find out...... After all, in addition to opportunities, there are also unknown dangers brought by mysterious things. Feng recalls that he had spent fifteen years in order to get "Kuloyd's feelings" from Tasia, just to observe Tasia and avoid danger.

However, Tasia's "Kuloyd's emotion" came from a part of her own skeleton, so it took a long time to observe. If the mysterious thing here exists alone, it doesn't have to stop for that long.

After a pause, Feng said again: "I'll tell you when I get to know this matter later, Renekton, what are you looking for me to do?"

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound in the studs, like an explosion and a long hissing sound of air leaking.

It was a long moment before Renekton gasped and said in a sad tone, "My old friend, I have extremely unfortunate news for you that my experiment has failed again. ”

"Ever since you wanted to artificially refine a mysterious thing, when has your alchemy experiment been successful?" Feng complained, "Moreover, what does this have to do with me. ”

Renekton: "You're my closest friend, and it's disappointing that you can't empathize with me...... Alas, if I can get the blackening of the Odolus Death Sect, I might be able to access the mystical plane. ”

"Okay, okay, I know what you mean, next time I go back, I'll find a way to apply for access to Kyle's Book and help you find blackness. After Feng finished speaking angrily, he said, "You are looking for me, should it be just for this matter?"

"Of course not. After getting Feng's promise, Renekton immediately smiled and got down to business-

"I just got the latest news, according to monitoring, not long ago, on the barren side of the abyss world, there was a demon god true spirit who fell. Renekton: "I know that you are jealous and hateful to the Demon God, and the barren side is also connected to the wizarding world of the Southern Regions, so after getting the news, I came to tell you as soon as possible." ”

After Rector finished speaking, he never got a response from Feng.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

After a long while, Feng's voice came: "I know, I felt it when my agreement with the Book of Kyle suddenly dissipated. ”

"Your agreement with the Book of Kyle?The fall of this demon god's true spirit is still related to you?" After Renekton finished speaking, he suddenly reacted again: "That's right, you are so disgusted with the demon god, it makes sense that you would do this." ”

Renekton remembered that he had once stumbled upon a book in Feng's bookshelf.

The name seems to be called "Plane Expedition Desolation", which is a publication produced by a wizarding alliance called Frost Moon in the Southern Regions. On the title page of this book, there is Feng's painting - Doomsday Disaster, which describes the apocalyptic picture after the arrival of the Great Demon God of the Rising Sun.

Feng's hatred of the demon god is naked. Renekton speculated that maybe this was related to some of Feng's early experiences, but the wizards who could get to this point would always have some snow in their lives, and when the snow melted, no one could know except himself.

Feng was reluctant to mention the snow in his life, and Renekton was respectful of his friends and never asked.

Renekton: "Well, since it was your agreement with the Book of Kyle, it seems that the matter should be settled now. ”

"The shadow of the demon god should be gone. Feng said lightly.

"I don't know what's the point of you doing that. Renekton muttered, "Now that you already know, then I won't say it, I'm going to continue to try, maybe it can be done without the legendary blackening technique." But I don't have much money to rent a safe mystery, which is a real nuisance...... When you come back, remember to lend me the mysterious things you got for a few days. ”

"Good. ”

Renekton's voice gradually disappeared, and Feng raised his head and looked at the sky quietly, as if he could see the abyss world from an unknown distance.

"Master Feng, how did you climb up there?" After a long time, an old priest walked over.

Feng's face flushed, and he jumped off the statue in the center of the fountain: "Uh, I accidentally got the ink on the statue just now, I'll come up and wipe it." ”

"Really?" the old priest had suspicion in his eyes, but what he was most suspicious of Feng was more than jumping on the statue.

Just two hours ago, the painter, who named himself Feng, came to the orphanage and said that he wanted to paint the children for free, and this painting would last for more than half a year.

Originally, this was a good thing, but after listening to the nun before telling him, Feng was asking them about something.

"I heard from the nun that you were inquiring about the Elected?"

......

Time goes back not so long ago, the abyss, the barren face.

The Sealed Continent under the Shadow of the Trees.

Grewood will never forget this image for the rest of his life.

The tall figure with long blond hair stood quietly under the tall green tree.

The dead and dark sky, the shaking and overturning brown earth, and the fire tornado rising from the flat ground are the background of this picture.

It's etched in Grewood's mind.

I don't know how long later, while Grewood was still immersed in whitewashing his inner memories, a voice suddenly came out.

"It's a mixture. ”

Not the owner's voice, not from Boporta.

This voice was very special, it did not enter the air medium, but like a spiritual ripple, directly into its mind, obviously Griwu did not know what language he spoke, but he understood the meaning of the words. But it is very different from the spirit ripple, because it has the texture of sound -

Male and female are indistinguishable, very cold, like water drops falling on the smooth and cold porcelain surface.

Just hearing the sound made Grewood feel like he was in the middle of the snow.

Who's talking? Grewood turned his head, finally fixing on the blonde figure.

There was no one else here, the shopkeeper seemed unconscious, and Bopota was lying motionless, the only one who could speak...... He did.

As a new worshipper, Grewood was suddenly a little excited, after all, the Demon God True Spirit had asked him many times before, but he had not spoken, and this was the first time he had spoken!

By the way, what did he just say...... What is miscellaneous?

When Grewood was wondering, he saw the blonde figure suddenly stretch out his hand, and the tree made of the power of the true spirit slowly poured out a point of light.

It looks like fireflies are flying, and it looks like stars falling down like water.

Finally, these green points of light gathered in the hands of the blonde figure.

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