The scenery at night is not clear, or perhaps for the Yuanxia Palace, which is always dark, such a dead silent night is the norm.

Unfortunately, power and desire imprisoned a rare genius for a thousand years. Abe Ryohisa built the light source facility Dainichi Mikoshi, which brought permanent light to the Fushita Palace, but was imprisoned for life and died.

All the children of God dance. The children controlled by the powerful officials are honored as the Sons of the Sun. When they grow up, they step into the burning carriage of the Sun. Their muscles are deformed and twisted due to burning, as if they are dancing with God in the flames.

Depressing, dark, and cruel, perhaps the God of White Night was born from this.

However, the space temporarily constructed using the power of space cannot give a glimpse of the distant scenery. The illusory and magnificent void always reflects unusual scenery, which makes people look sideways.

"Why are you here with me instead of taking a good rest?" Sensing Shen Qianluo approaching, Sanbing stared quietly outside without looking back.

The god simply smiled faintly, walked to his side, and said in a leisurely and calm tone: "I just want to appreciate this rare scenery. Don't you welcome me?"

Glancing at him with a bit of disdain and dissatisfaction, the soldier snorted and gave up his position a little: "I heard that the space built in the chaos will reflect what is in your mind, and only you can see it. You can't see all the gorgeous things, right?"

His original intention was just to test him, so he never expected Shen Qianluo to give a serious answer.

As expected, the young man smiled and said sarcastically: "On the contrary, there is nothing where I can see. Maybe it is much lonelier than yours."

“…Without any evidence, how can I tell whether what I see is brilliant or nothing?”

"After all, unhappy cats will show their expressions on their faces~"

"Huh?" Just as expected, the executive officer was about to get angry. He snorted coldly and changed the subject. "Have you learned about the history of the White Night Kingdom?"

With a faint smile in his eyes, Shen Qianluo answered fluently: "Before arriving at the competition venue, I naturally did my homework."

“…Sure enough. The so-called inexplicable being dragged into the Yuanxia Palace by a mysterious force is all a lie.”

Finally, Sanbing decided that he couldn't continue to talk to Shen Qianluo calmly. His mouth twitched and his eyebrows jumped. "You have been eyeing the artifact here for a long time... Xiao Shen Qianluo, how many truths can I hear from you?"

"A lot. Just look at it. One sentence is a little, but two sentences make a pair. Three or four sentences make a pile of sand into a tower, and a little adds up to a lot. The gods are so sincere, and you are still squeezing them like this. You are really not obedient. Not good, not good."

"?"

Holding Longlong and tilting his head, the god raised the corner of his mouth and acted harmless. In the end, he turned the scattered soldier, who was originally depressed because of being excluded, into a scattered soldier who was so angry that he couldn't defeat him that he broke down and cried and made a fuss (? ) and turned around and walked away.

Opening up and talking is definitely a good thing that helps the unity of the organization.

With a satisfied smile, Shen Qianluo clearly heard the whisper that Sanbing whispered into his ear before he left.

"That fox is targeting you."

Standing quietly by the window, the young man's posture was still gentle, his eyes gazing into the distance aimlessly, the coolness of the night embellishing his delicate silver hair.

"Ok, I know."

The two figures passed each other, and the turbulent air around them calmed down.

Shen Qianluo did not choose to rest immediately. He stared at the distance for a long time, as if the beauty outside the window was really so beautiful that he could not help but linger. When he finally lowered his eyes tiredly, he closed his fingers around Longlong and turned around to walk into the tent.

All that remains is a vast expanse of empty and even desolate scenery behind.

At this moment, he was actually thinking about it in a disjointed way. He had never been able to see even the slightest light in his heart...

Come to think of it, it can be considered a miracle unprecedented in history?

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The next morning.

The white fox Xiaodai, who woke up and went out for a walk, never expected that he would be pinned to the ground by a sudden sharp blade and unable to get up.

"Chirp!?"

Looking up in shock at the three living devils above his head who were smiling sweetly but saying horrible lines, Xiaodai's brain froze. The next second, he was so scared that his fox tail was wagging, and he clasped his paws together and begged for mercy.

The soldier folded his arms and spoke calmly about how many ways he had mastered to torture prisoners, including drawing blood, removing bones, making the prisoners live a life worse than death, and causing them excruciating pain.

Fengyuan Manye smiled slightly, and suggested obediently that if physical torture alone was not cruel enough, it would be better to pull out Xiaodai's soul, which was like a ball of wool, and squeeze it into pieces, and then knead it back into a ball, so that he could achieve perpetual reincarnation and see through life and death.

But Shen Qianluo, with an innocent face, blinked his eyes. Gao Shen's suggestion that they could just abuse each other was not practical enough. It happened that he had stored a lot of experiments on personality separation in his mind. Xiaodai was the best test subject and could naturally be included in the examination one by one.

"Sadness, fear, desire, pride... all personalities are stripped away and destroyed one by one. This shouldn't make me go crazy, right?"

Xiao Dai tried to act tough but was actually weak: "Yesterday, a fire apostle also wanted to pass the trial, but I beat him up. I'm sorry, three adults, please let me go! Xiao Dai has old people and young children to take care of... I surrender, I surrender, wah ah ah!!~"

They took away the latest diary as they wished.

The font of the diary is black and red, with one line of neat black characters and one line of hideous red characters. It looks extremely weird at first glance.

"I am the Great God of the Sea of ​​the People of the Abyss, and He is the God of the White Night of the Ancient Kingdom of White Night. He...dispels the Netherworld." (Black text)

"It turns out that there really is a perfect being in this world. I love Him very much, beyond the ordinary human love for Him, Him." (Ferocious red words)

"I want to kill myself." (Black)

"A ball of twine, a ball of twine..." (Ferocious red letters)

"It turns out that I...had already fallen into madness." (Black text)

The three heads came together again to interpret the contents of the diary.

"The scarlet words are getting crazier and crazier." Not knowing what he understood, Shen Qianluo chuckled and took out the previous diary that the scattered soldier brought back yesterday. The black words became increasingly scarlet from top to bottom, just like the crazy trend of Oropas.

"After watching for so long, I can conclude that the existence of the White Night God has gradually become distorted and confusing. You see, Xiaodai is elusive, petite and soft, and has the characteristics of a ball of twine."

The god whispered softly, his eyes looking sideways were penetrating, yet filled with unfathomable distance, "Or should I call you the God of White Night from the Abyss?"

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