Son, the empress doesn't like to eat soft rice

The white dot finally completely changed its color under the influence of the black ring, and the pitch-black dot looked like a ripe grape.

Under Chen Xian'an's gaze, this grape fell from the sky, with a long and thin white line sliding behind it.

Just like ink dripping on the white rice paper, one of the white people below was chosen by this purple-black grape.

The man was very happy to see that his clothes were slowly turning black, which meant that he was the lucky one among these people, able to receive the gift from the Goddess of Night.

"It is rumored that Goddess Si Ye is one of the five creation gods in ancient times, and is in charge of the night and some negative elements in the world."

Mo Jinghong said calmly, "However, there are too few ancient legends that can be verified now, so they can't explain anything."

"Goddess of the Night, represents darkness and evil, and the seven original sins flow in her blood, which is the collection of all evils in the world."

The dark color was still spreading, it seemed that Goddess Si Ye wanted to bring down more blessings, and the clothes of the other three people beside that person were also slowly turning black.

Chen Xian'an saw the girl who was looking at her curiously, and her clothes were also changing.

"Since this is an evil god, why do people still believe in her?"

Chen Xian'an didn't understand, could it be that people want to obtain such evil?
Mo Jinghong shook his head, and said: "There is no absolute evil or light in the world. Goddess Si Ye, as the god of creation, naturally has a reason for her existence. People who believe in so-called evil gods have the same idea in their hearts."

"Light is just the color that the ruler wants us to see, and only darkness is the eternity of the world."

"The light is so fleeting, only the darkness is eternal."

Chen Xian'an said these words unconsciously, without even realizing it himself.

Mo Jinghong nodded.

In the end, the darkness stopped, and a total of more than ten people in the team, a total of six people's clothes turned black, and they were recognized by the Goddess of Night, officially becoming members of the Kuroshio.

The rest of the people had pale faces, and Chen Xian'an saw a very familiar expression on the faces of these people.

The expression of poor college entrance examination.

The black dot returned to white again, and flew towards the sky, wanting to return to the embrace of the black ring.

A slender crack appeared in the pitch-black space, and air was blown in from the outside, making Chen Xian'an's consciousness suddenly return to the real world.

woohoo~~~
The wind swayed the shadows of the two people, and the red candles on the wall had already burned more than half, and the world seemed to slip away without a sound.

Chen Xian'an raised his head, the stars were still there, but the full moon was already flying towards the horizon.

The air was a bit cold, and he felt his legs ached, and he didn't know how long he had been walking.

Mo Jinghong woke up a little later, and gave Chen Xian'an a cold look in his eyes.

"Come on, let's go back."

Ahead, a few touches of black appeared in the white crowd, and they moved forward and continued to move forward.

Chen Xian'an didn't look any further, and returned to the place where he lived.

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The next day.

The dim sunlight entered the room through the crack of the door, and just happened to shine on Chen Xian'an's eyes.

When I opened my eyes, the surroundings were completely dark, only very small rays of light came in from cracks in the door and windows, and the scattered spots of light formed a strange chessboard on the ground.

"Brother Chen."

There was a knock on the door outside, "Brother Chen."

Chen Xian'an pulled back the quilt and opened the door in his pajamas. Mo Jinghong had already washed up and was looking at him with strange eyes.

"The black fog has prepared a welcome ceremony for us today, and we have to go to participate."

The door was closed, and 3 minutes later, it was opened again.

Chen Xian'an had already dressed and washed, and looked radiant.

"Let's go."

"..."

Although he felt a little strange in his heart, Mo Jinghong didn't ask in the end.

Not many people know about the so-called welcome ceremony, and those who appeared here were all dressed in black.

The person who greeted Chen Xian'an was a middle-aged woman.

Wearing a black robe, with a square scarf on his head, his face is wrinkled one by one, looking like a hairy belly after being sliced.

"My lord, welcome."

The middle-aged woman was obviously very enthusiastic, not as indifferent as most of the Black Mist staff. She took Chen Xian'an's hand and led her into her villa.

Really villa.

This completely dark villa is located in the center of the city, and most of the surrounding houses are built like this.

It can be seen that this area should be the senior official area.

In the villa, the woman sat upright on the soft tatami mat, while Chen Xian'an and Mo Jinghong sat opposite her.

There are some tea sets on the coffee table, which are being sterilized with boiling water.

The woman gently took the quilt out of the boiling water with tweezers and placed it in front of the two.

Picking up the stove beside him, he poured water into the large cup in the center.

Then use a small bowl to crush the tea leaves into a complete powder.

The fine powder was smashed into the gauze cloth, and then tied up into a small sandbag.

One tea bag is ready.

"Wait a moment, two, the fine tea ceremony requires fine work."

The old woman smiled apologetically, mainly looking at Chen Xian'an.

Chen Xian'an smiled and said, "It's okay, I just happen to learn from you."

He could see that the old lady was very skilled in tea ceremony, and every movement was very slow, but this slowness was in line with the art of tea ceremony.

He likes this tranquility very much.

A few birds flew past the window, and flew into the sky with branches and leaves in their mouths.

The old woman put the tea bag into the cup, and the originally clear boiling water was soon stained with red and black. Only then did Chen Xian'an discover that the old woman used black tea.

The mellow black tea smell floats into the air. Compared with the fragrance of green tea, black tea is sweeter and has a more mellow taste.

But soon, Chen Xian'an's eyes became a little weird.

After the tea boiled, it passed through the strainer into another cup, and the old woman turned around and took out a jar of milky white liquid.

Chen Xian'an didn't recognize what it was at first, but when the other party poured it out and the milky smell appeared, he realized that it was milk.

Milk blends with black tea.

A sweet and greasy smell stimulated Mo Jinghong's sense of taste. It was the first time he saw this thing, and he was a little curious.

But when he saw Chen Xian'an's strange eyes, he also became strange.

What's wrong with this tea?
Chen Xian'an looked at the tea and asked softly, "Ma'am, is this milk tea?"

When the woman heard Chen Xian'an's words, she thought about it for a while, and then suddenly called out happily: "Prince, you are really smart. I have been thinking about what the name of this food should be called."

"As a result, you suddenly thought of this good name, milk and tea, milk tea, what a good name."