Don't confiscate my citizenship

 Chapter 776 The black sun Lan Qi saw

Sigre's face looked at ease in the tranquility, no longer as alert as when she was working.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly until she exhaled softly.

It seems that the secret is not revealed.

Sigrid was secretly glad.

Fortunately, I didn't overdo it, otherwise I might not be able to use the identity of Sigre in the future.

Sigre's status as a little girl was so useful that she would not be embarrassed whether she was hugging Lan Qi or clinging to Lan Qi. She still had a childlike innocence, so Lan Qi could only tolerate her.

In addition, Sigre's personality overlaps with hers, so it is particularly suitable for Sigre to express her own feelings sometimes.

And the most important thing is that just because Lan Qi maintains respect and respect for her and Xi Grei, he will not easily associate different people, and will never label others in his eyes. On the contrary, he attaches great importance to Every individual.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

Sigre asked preemptively.

"Reminded me of a friend."

Lan Qi didn't lie to her and answered truthfully.

"Boy or girl? What kind of person are you?"

Sigre asked again.

Her main focus is to confuse people.

"A woman who is invincible has to choose a mate who is stronger than her, so she may not be able to get married."

Lan Qi smiled.

“…”

Sigre put her hands behind her back to prevent him from seeing the trembling veins on her hands, and tried hard to maintain a smile.

"Then can you help her?"

she asked, looking concerned.

"How can I help?"

Lan Qi picked up the water glass and took a sip.

He seemed to think Sigre's proposal was a bit ridiculous.

"Just marry her, that will help her."

Sigre leaned on the sofa and said nonchalantly, kicking her legs loosely and making a clicking sound with her toes on the bottom of the coffee table.

"I'm actually quite curious, what kind of child will you give birth to with the strongest woman? How strong will it be?"

"??"

Lan Qi almost choked on his saliva.

He didn't expect that Sigre would speak like a wolf or a tiger when he spoke.

Just when he was going to explain the problem to Sigre.

"You are the strongest Pope, aren't you?"

Sigre preached matter-of-factly.

"Can…"

Lan Qi was about to say something but swallowed it back.

He could not explain to Sigre that this was actually a shadow world. Although Pope Saint Paulante was believed to be the ninth level, in fact, as an interpreter, he was only the sixth level.

Since it cannot be explained clearly, it seems that Sigre's logic is impeccable.

“…”

"I can help as much as I can."

Lan Qi finally sighed and planned to end this topic with Sigre.

Bang bang!

suddenly.

Sigre patted her cheek, trying to wake herself up more.

Her cheeks turned red from being slapped by herself.

"What's wrong?"

Lan Qi asked Sigre.

"I was feeling a little sleepy again, so I gave myself a pick-me-up."

Sigre answered him with a blushing face.

Her face looks flushed, very natural.

Then Sigre looked towards the window.

The coldness of the land of eternal night filtered in through the cracks outside the window, forming a biting airflow indoors.

Lan Qi immediately put down the water glass, stood up and closed the window.

He knew very well that when he went to the snowfield with Sigre before, Sigre often couldn't wake up. She always made her tired and sleepy in a place where cold stimulation and warm comfort were mixed.

Sigre was obviously a child at that time. When she woke up in such extremely cold weather, she was still a little chilly and she must have just wanted to get into a warm bed.

But she cannot be willful. Her job requires her to stay awake at all times, even in such a safe environment.

Over time, she also learned how to forcefully fight against her sleepiness.

Lan Qi stood by the curtain and glanced outside. The wind and snow in Xiaoye City were even worse.

Looking at the black snow and feeling the chill at close range, he couldn't help but yawn and raised his hands to cover his face.

It seems that it is not suitable to travel yet. It would be better to rest peacefully in Xiaoye City for a while.

"Do you still remember? You would use a gentle yet commanding tone to coax me to sleep. I miss you so much."

Sigre looked at Lan Qi who had closed the window and asked him.

It seemed that only by giving her a task could she truly settle down and sleep soundly.

"Why, do you still need someone to put you to sleep at your age?"

Lan Qi turned around and asked her with a smile.

"want!"

Sigre opened her hands.

It doesn't just mean to put her to sleep, it also means to hug her.

"...Why do you look more and more like a child as you get older? You were not very good at acting like a baby when you were a child."

Of course Lan Qi didn't agree to her, and sat aside, looking at Sigre speechlessly.

"throat!"

Thalia wore an apron and brought out freshly baked rice from the kitchen.

As soon as she went out, she happened to overhear the conversation between the two.

"You are not allowed to hug her, or I will write a report letter."

Thalia placed the food on the dining table and told Lan Qi,

"Sigre, at your age you can't just let men hug you. If you want to take a nap later, I'll give you a hug."

Then Talia said to Sigre again.

"good!"

Sigre immediately agreed with a child-like tone and glanced at Lan Qi slyly.

It's like I didn't expect him to hug me in the first place.

It's not a bad idea to deceive Kaliela into his arms.

"I'll be able to cook the meal in less than half an hour. You can eat first."

Thalia said to the two people and one cat on the sofa.

"Wait for you."

Lan Qi stretched and replied. He also felt a little hungry and sleepy.

Thalia nodded silently and returned to the kitchen at a trot-like pace.

"The three of you get along so well. You are almost like a family. You must stay together forever."

Boss Cat squatted on the coffee table and said to them.

Although it knew in its heart that this beauty could not last forever, at least it hoped to cherish it with them for these twenty-one days.

Lanqi and Sigre had already reached a consensus that they would wait for Kaliela to arrive before having dinner together.

A table without a chef is soulless.

Cat Boss agrees with this.

The main dish Tata served today was low-temperature slow-cooked beef ribs to perfection, sprinkled with minced black truffle, a specialty of the orc city-state, and served with mushroom sauce. Each layer of aroma stirred up waves.

The main dish is the lemon-flavored salt-baked lobster rice that combines fresh shrimp meat and Xiaoye City black rice. The addition of lemon juice and spices makes this dish spicy yet refreshing. There is also a caramelized roast duck, with the skin grilled until brown and crispy. , paired with the fruity aroma of roasted pears and the mild spiciness of black pepper honey sauce.

The rest of the meals are still being made.

These are Sigre's favorite dishes. Everyone seems to be accommodating to her. Boss Cat directly ordered the dishes for her.

"I didn't expect Kaliela's craftsmanship to be so good. She is just like a good wife. I almost want to marry her."

Sigre couldn't help but comment as she smelled the aroma wafting from the dining table.

"Don't you think of her as your mother?"

Lan Qi asked in surprise.

"It's because she has a good temper that you can say this to her. In fact, she is very young."

Sigre laughed angrily and said to Lan Qi.

They chatted and laughed again.

The more they talked, the more sleepy Lanqi's eyes looked, and the lower her voice became.

It was approaching noon in Little Night City, but there was still no daylight.

Lunchtime looks more like dinner with the view outside the window.

"By the way, aren't you sleepy?"

Sigre noticed that Lan Qi had been yawning before.

He seemed a little tired from weight-bearing training along the way.

It stands to reason that he should rest.

But after arriving in a city-state where he could rest, he didn't see him sleeping much.

In other words, he has been in a tense state in the Land of Eternal Night. The more changes he sees in the orc city-state, the less interested he is in sleeping.

"Kind of."

Ranch admitted.

After chatting with Sigre for a while, he went to the window to blow in the cold air. He did feel a little sleepy. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Sigre made him relax.

"Take a rest, don't drive tired."

Sigre said softly to him, sat next to him and stroked his head.

"How many times have I told you..."

Lan Qi seemed tired of preaching to her.

"You can't be so distant from others..."

"You are special."

After Sigre said this, he stopped talking.

Her voice, as warm and gentle as the spring breeze, is like a hypnotic lullaby.

“…”

Lan Qi nodded his head twice, his voice almost faded away, and his whole body seemed to be in the clouds, drowsy.

Gradually, the only sounds in my ears were the sound of the wind and snow outside the window, the gentle breathing, and the pulsing heartbeat.

At this time, the sleepiness accumulated during driving began to flow in like a tide, which was irresistible.

As his vision flickered between light and dark, Sigre's figure in his eyes became increasingly blurry, with only the light and violet color blocks clearly visible.

With this thought, Lan Qi closed his eyes.

…

I don’t know how much time passed.

Consciousness is intermittent.

Not sure where I am.

It was a time and world that had never been seen before.

The earth roared and was stained with blood.

The sky was shrouded in gray black and blood red, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.

The sun turned into ashes, losing its temperature and light.

The ground is no longer a solid support, but is cracking and collapsing in constant tremors.

Residents of a large area, millions of people, were like swarms of ants running in panic, only to find that there was nowhere to escape. Countless corpses lay on the ground, some were crushed, and some were trampled to death in the chaos. of.

Cries and calls for help came and went, but they seemed so insignificant amidst the roar of the legion's footsteps.

On the distant horizon, the moving black wave is advancing slowly and unstoppably. The creatures of the black mist are taking heavy steps in unison, and each step shakes the land for several kilometers.

Wherever they passed, forests were swallowed up instantly, rivers were cut off and rerouted, and hills were razed to the ground. The behemoth city-state was as fragile as cardboard in front of them. Buildings were easily trampled to pieces, and building fragments fell like raindrops. .

The air was filled with acrid smoke and dust, as well as the smell of blood.

A large city-state was reduced to ruins in just a few hours.

The man wearing a silver mask stood on the high ground, standing on the top of all living beings.

His green eyes reflected the scene of destruction, and the expression engraved on the mask was so cold and almost numb that he dominated the war like a god.

At this point, it has long been unclear whether it is people's fate or people's will.

Just endless slaughter.

The atrocities continue.

"Let me go, don't kill us!"

"help me!"

"Why, why have you fallen to this level?"

Being begged, resented, cursed and questioned.

He didn't explain anything.

Just watching everything with the eyes under the mask.

He is crime and punishment, the devil that brings suffering to all living beings, and the black sun that brings disaster to the world.

All the doubts were like passing clouds in his ears.

Until he kills them all, or they come and kill him.

He will never stop.

【No forgiveness, no hope of liberation. 】

[All my compatriots have woken up, it’s hard for us to fall asleep! 】

The man opened his lips almost silently, like the whisper of a resentful spirit or the order of a tyrant.

As soon as this note fell, his back merged into the darkness again, and he stepped forward alone, holding his black mist skeleton scepter.

…

Lan Qi woke up from her nap.

Looking at the clock, he found that he had accidentally fallen asleep for about ten minutes.

"Are you awake?"

Sigre leaned lazily on the sofa, looking through the window lattice at the flying snow outside the window.

Noticing that Lan Qi woke up, she lowered her head and stared at Lan Qi.

Lan Qi opened his eyes wide and found that he was lying on Sigre's lap, and she was gently stroking his forehead.

"!"

Lan Qi immediately sat up and kept some distance from Sigre.

Wherever he looked, it was no longer the dark sky and the dark earth in the dream.

Pure white snowflakes danced in the air, light and graceful. In a short while, the entire city-state would be lit up under this pure white covering.

The weak sunlight shines through the window screen onto the wooden table, as if it is covered with a thin layer of white silk.

The sky has quietly changed.

The shortest day in Little Night City has come.

Only in the few dozen minutes at noon can there be a little bit of sunlight.

Lan Qi looked out the window blankly.

"What, did you dream about something bad?"

Sigres didn't mind Lanqi's attitude of avoiding her and asked with concern.

"Probably yes."

Lan Qi covered his forehead and couldn't tell whether he was shaking his head or nodding.

When I think back on my dreams, the picture always appears from a third perspective.

But if you think about it carefully, in the dream, you should be from the first perspective.

He didn't know if it was a dream in the blink of an eye, or if the negative state of this shadow world was activated again.

“…”

Sigre looked at him for a while, without worrying too much. She just leaned loosely on the back of the sofa again, closed her eyes and muttered to herself,

"Now that you are Pope Saint Paulante, you have enough power to influence the entire continent of Seville. Every decision you make may determine the fate of millions of lives."

She seemed to be able to understand all Lan Qi's thoughts, even his dreams.

After passing through the last Little Night City in the Land of Eternal Night, the next stop is the final destination, the Demon Realm.

She knew that going forward would prompt Lan Qi to understand Black Sun even further.

Maybe the Demon Realm will be the final place where the secrets of the Black Sun are buried.

If the demon world is no longer the demon world he knows now, what kind of expression should he show this time.

Just like this Little Night City.

It’s not scary to revisit a place you’ve visited, whether you find it familiar or unfamiliar.

The scary thing is that it is both familiar and unfamiliar, and it is obviously so inconsistent that it makes people uncomfortable, but they have to accept this injustice. Even if they want to find someone to reason with or share it with, there is no way to tell them.

But they must go, escaping is not the answer, the only solution is to move forward.

"No matter what, cheer up and go to the devil world!"

Sigre cheered Lan Qi up.

"Thank you, but this trip may be hard."

Lan Qi turned his head to look at her and thanked her again.

With Sigre at his side cheering him on, he always felt that the road ahead was not difficult.

"I'll be with you."

Sigre just said this.

In her dream, she dreamed that she was in the demon world as Sigre, and she knew very well that the demon world was now turned upside down.

This will inevitably make Lan Qi's understanding of Black Sun even better.

But it doesn't matter.

She will accompany Lan Qi to understand.

Sigre stood up, walked slowly behind Lan Qi's sofa, gently raised her hand, and covered his eyes.

"I believe you will definitely come up with a result to achieve the relatively perfect world we have longed for."

Sigre whispered.

It seemed as if it wanted to convey some warmth to him, and also let him feel the voice of his own heart.

A person who thinks all the time - good at distinguishing between right and wrong, or the dividing point between them. He can always transcend the appearance of things and stand in a world that only he can see.

In the process of touring the world.

What exactly was reflected in his eyes?

Sigre slowly removed her hands and took them back.

Those emerald-green water-like pupils are still so clear, filled with thoughts and compassion.

Sigre believed he would eventually get the answer.

“…”

Lan Qi's eyes were facing south.

It seemed like I was looking far, far away.

Maybe it's the Theocracy of St. Paulant, maybe it's the sea area that separates the north and south territories, maybe it's the Horning Empire on the other side of the sea.

"Is there an enemy on the other side of the sea?"

he murmured.

He didn't know, but he would see it with his own eyes.

(End of chapter)