Cruelty is also categorized.

the cruelty of necessity;

innate cruelty;

the cruelty of environmental shaping;

helpless cruelty;

And - from the heart, extremely innocent cruelty.

"It's rare to get a toy, and I'm so moved that I'm going to cry. ”

You can't feel bitterness, you can't feel sadness—you don't understand it, you don't feel it, you don't feel it, you don't feel the pain of others.

"How to play and how to play it makes me look forward to it and worry about it. But what bothers me the most is 'how to play badly' and 'what kind of expression does a former princess with strong self-esteem show when she is played badly', and just thinking about it makes me look forward to it. ”

Childlike innocence and innocence, even a smile that doesn't even have malice.

For Sloss's performance, Valrhona couldn't even mention the interest in condemning and complaining.

It is pointless to shout "you are a pig" at a pig, and it is a wasted effort to shout at someone who has no guilt or pain for "doing something wrong".

The focus is on how to break through this situation.

How to eliminate Sloth's interference, how to unblock Sloth's brainwashing of Roland.

"Your eyes are very good, your fighting spirit is high, and you are ready to beat me away with your fists, and then pull the little master back to your side...... It's so beautiful, and it's more captivating than a gemstone. ”

Rubbing his chin, Sloth continued to speak in a light tone:

"Savage impulses are beautiful, but violence can be used here...... I don't guarantee that the young master's spirit won't be affected, you don't want Roland to become a vegetative person or an idiot, do you?"

"If you leave it alone, you will become your puppet, or a seeding machine. ”

"You know that. Wouldn't that be a good thing for you, too? Wouldn't it be better to throw off the shackles of ethics and reason than to keep the boudoir empty, and everyone to be happy together?"

"That's the guy's order, too?"

"That adult didn't give specific instructions, basically as long as we ensure the function of the little young master's reproduction, the rest is up to us. In order to meet this only condition, I took great pains to retrieve the images of his deceased family and friends from his memory, and to create a large number of phantoms to exert maximum oppression on his spirit, and finally completed the brainwashing quickly, forcing the young master to accept the compulsory concept of reproduction and the protection of the mother as the first priority. Let him be a person who, as long as he protects you, can be desensitized to millions, tens of millions of people, and insensitive to everything. But you came out to stir up the situation, really...... Generally, girls will be happy when they encounter such a thing as a boy standing up to protect themselves, otherwise the story of the theme of "Heroes Save Beauty" will not continue to be staged from ancient times to the present. ”

"I don't hate the story of the brave man saving the princess, even if I grow up and know that the story and reality are completely different things, I don't think there is anything wrong or bad about it. ”

Raising her scaly claws, Valrhona proudly returned:

"But the thought of dancing to your script in the palm of your scum makes me sick. ”

"So...... You, like the little master, will become my puppet. ”

Sloth spread his hands, and the gray world began to surge.

In the final analysis, the dominance of this world is in the hands of Sloss, he is the world, and the world is him. The spiritual consciousness of a mere dragon clan can be gnawed away without much effort.

- You just turn it into a toy!

In the blink of an eye, the overflowing malice turned into thousands of sharp blades, attacking Valrhona from all directions.

Up and down, front and back, left and right, there is not a trace of gaps.

Each blade is infused with a computer-virus-like self-conscious replication instruction, and with a slight bruise, Valrhona is completely over.

- Won it.

Just as Sloth asserted this, ready to taste the wine of victory, a sight surprised him and Valrhona arose.

All the blades stopped in the air, and all the blades that could reach Valrhona's skin were frozen in the air, and then all the blades fell backwards along the galloping trajectory, submerging into the gray desert.

The whole process is like a backward playback of video materials, which makes people feel absurd and chilling.

"This, this, ......?"

Sloss, who had always been light and comfortable, let out a trembling sound, and Valrhona stopped moving and froze in place, large drops of cold sweat sliding down her cheeks.

There was a great sense of oppression in the air, and the disembodied "wind" was blowing and shaking the world violently, the earth was trembling, and the sky was hissing.

Something is coming.

Even this Void Desert was terrified and trembling by some kind of great being that had descended here.

"It is not the dead who sleep forever, but even death is fleeting in the wonders of eternity. ”

The melodious sound of music resounded through the heavens and the earth, and it was not as fierce as thunder, nor was it an evil whisper that echoed in everyone's ears. The soft tones, full of power and majesty, reach the hearts of people, making people want to bow down, to prostrate at the feet of the master of the voice and listen to the teachings.

It was a veritable "voice of God."

"It's been a long time, Lord Valrhona, and it looks like you're doing well. ”

The man in the black trench coat stood sideways for nowhere, his blood-red eyes staring at Valrhona and Sloth.

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When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is the gray walls and the unfamiliar ceiling.

Perhaps due to the constant rolling over while sleeping, Roland found himself like a fetus waiting for the moment of birth in his mother's body, curled up sideways on the bed.

The room was a simple single room, the smell of disinfectant water filled the air, and the sound of people shouting and running could be faintly heard.

"Hmmm......"

Roland groaned and writhed.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, maybe quite long, because compared to the pleasure of waking up, there was a lot of strange tiredness in his body that overslept, and it was very hard to even move a finger.

Roland twisted his body again, trying to shake off the heavy tiredness, only to realize that something soft was on his back.

Is there anyone with him?

Judging by the touch on the back and arms, the other party is petite and can never be an adult male.

The faces of the girls in the dream crossed their minds one after another, and at the end there was the cold face of a young man in black.

For some reason, the condescending, indifferent face like dry ice or some kind of device remained in Roland's consciousness more clearly and clearly than the girls. Clearer and more definite than all the nightmares and sweet dreams I have had so far, followed by a strong sense of unwillingness and humiliation that seems to be chased from the dream to the real world.

Wouldn't it-

Could it be—

For a while, Roland didn't know what to do, and there was no point in continuing to lie down like this, as if he wanted to shake off this embarrassment, he flipped back violently. The girl's petite body and beautiful brown hair were presented in front of Roland.

"Minerva?"

With the boy's question, the girl woke up slowly, and when the pupils refocused to reflect the boy's face, the princess, who had forgotten her identity, status, occasion, manners, and other things outside her body, hugged Roland tightly, and let out a redemption cry while crying.