Quadruple split

"do not know why……"

Weiyang Liu frowned slightly, hugged his arms and said seriously: "I don't think Tan Mo is lying!"

Jun Wu raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Tan, and said dryly: "It's normal. People like this are usually more accurate in reporting sorrow than good news. Can spitting out ivory and spitting out dog's teeth be the same difficulty?"

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

Mo Tan stared back in displeasure and said angrily: "You don't want to see artistic processing. To be honest, you still have to find some faults?"

Weiyang didn't even hesitate. He nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice: "Ang!"

"Boss Jun."

Mo Tan sighed, turned his gaze to Jun Wu, and said in a deep voice: "Take care of her, your woman is a little unreasonable."

Strictly speaking, Jun Wu, who was indeed a family member to Weiyang, ignored this sentence and asked Mo Tan seriously: "What exactly did you say just now..."

"I've already answered it once, and I'm telling the truth."

Mo Tan interrupted Jun Wu impatiently, leaned lazily on Lesa's shoulder, and said unhurriedly: "Although there are elements of subjective conjecture in it, the result will probably not be too different. After all, the tone is I have already said that even if there is a slight fluctuation, it will not be too different."

Jun Wu rolled his eyes and curled his lips and said, "If I heard correctly, your so-called 'big tone' just now is basically nothing good, right?"

"Who knows~"

Mo Tan shrugged noncommittally and said with a smile: "I'm just laying out the objective facts. As for what to do and what to do, it still depends on Lesa's idea."

Weiyang quit at that time, stood up and put his hands on his hips and said: "What are you talking about? Since you bastard said it so seriously, it must be the worst of bad things! Lesa won't go anywhere, just stay here Here Go!"

Lesa raised her delicate and bloodless cheeks, smiled at Weiyang, neither agreeing nor denying, but looking at the head on her shoulder with her beautiful eyes, and gently scratched Mo Tan's head. Hair: "What do you think I should do?"

"Don't ask people like this for advice!"

Weiyang was anxious at that time and said in a loud voice: "He will definitely push you into the fire pit!"

As a result, before Leisha could speak, Mo Tan took the lead and turned to the former with a smile: "That Quail is right, you should always have your own opinions instead of relying on someone for everything, especially in this kind of situation. Under the circumstances, neither I nor Jun Wu Weiyang should help you make decisions."

"I didn't ask you to make a decision for me."

Leisha gently bumped the side of Mo Tan's face with her smooth forehead, lowered her eyes and said, "I'm just asking for advice. I may not listen to you even if you say it."

Mo Tan casually took a strand of Lesa's hair and twisted it around his fingers a few times. Then he put his legs on the low table in front of him quite arrogantly, waved to Jun Wu and Weiyang and said, "You two, please step aside." .”

"You think beautifully!"

Weiyang was furious at that moment, pointed at Mo Tan's nose angrily and said angrily: "Anyway, you are planning to trick Lesa into doing things that will make her unhappy!"

Jun Wu's reaction was not as intense as Weiyang's, but he didn't seem to have any intention of getting up and leaving while sitting in his chair. He just stretched out his middle finger and gently pushed the frame: "It's okay to go out, but no matter what Lesa said, it's okay. Our friend, please give me and Weiyang a justifiable reason."

"Hey, I obviously sent you here, okay?"

Mo Tan complained casually, and then replied relatively seriously: "The reason... you have also seen that our head is relatively indecisive, and it is difficult to make a decision for a while. Under this premise, I guess she should have a lot of choices now. She wants to ask me questions, including some that are difficult for her to say when the two of you are present, so as far as the current situation is concerned, the best solution for you two is to avoid them for the time being."

Weiyang snorted softly and gritted his teeth: "How do we know if you will secretly fool Lesa Gu!"

"You've avoided it and you still know what the ball is."

Mo Tan glanced at Weiyang, spread his hands and said: "There are only two things I can say. First of all, I can guarantee that I will only have private conversations with Lesa from an objective perspective for a while. Secondly, after we finished talking, she chose The possibility of 'going home' will increase significantly, which may be directly related to the answer I gave, but that does not represent my subjective thoughts."

"I don't agree..."

"Whether you believe me or not is secondary."

Mo Tan lightly interrupted Weiyang's words, then moved his hands from Lesa's legs, stood up and straightened his slightly wrinkled white robe, and looked at Jun Wu and Weiyang calmly: "Given that Time is precious, and there are only three things you can do now: convince Lesa to say goodbye to the past and move towards a new future, force Lesa to stay, and make her miss this only chance to return... Leave this room for the time being, and let me Tell her what the stage waiting in front of her looks like, and leave the decision to the person involved, your second aunt and best friend—Remilia Thalia Keyvos."

There was a long silence...

"let's go."

Jun Wu finally sighed, left his chair and shrugged at Weiyang.

"But... didn't you hear what Tan Mo said? If they were allowed to chat alone, the possibility of Lesa choosing to 'go home' would be very high!"

Weiyang pursed her lips and clenched her fists tightly: "What if I accidentally get a BAD End!"

"That being said, this is Lesa's family matter after all."

Jun Wu shook his head, grabbed Weiyang's wrist, and said with a wry smile: "In this regard, Tan Mo, who understands the situation better, has more say than us."

“…..”

Weiyang bit her lower lip and said nothing, but she did not let go of Jun Wu's hand, so...

Jun Wu led his sister to the door, turned to Mo Tan and asked, "How long do you need?"

"Don't ask such ignorant questions~"

Mo Tan showed a smile that could be called despicable, waved his hand and said: "It will be fine when it's time."

"What can I hope for in your humanity?"

"You shouldn't expect anything from me."

"Send me a message when you're done."

Jun Wu replied calmly, and then left with Weiyang.

The only ones left in the tea room were the charming Blood Seeker, who was sitting side by side on a chair, and Mo Tan, who was standing with his hands in his pockets and his back to Lessa.

This is not the first time that the two of them have been alone. Even after arriving in the Free City, every time Mo Tan comes to the Nightless Zone Hotel to visit Leisha, he will always find an opportunity to spend some time alone with the latter, taking advantage of things like that.

But in Lesa's eyes, the nature of this time was obviously different from before.

At least that's what she felt.

"We still have about seventy minutes to waste."

Mo Tan was the first to break the silence, and calmly walked to sit across from Lessa, looking at her with a half-smile: "Although it's not a big deal, it's not too stressful. You have enough time to sort out your thoughts. .”

Lesa let out a light breath, leaned on the not-so-wide chair beneath her, and drew a confusing curve at the corner of her mouth: "So, why do you want to waste it when we obviously have seventy minutes to waste?" Why are you sitting so far away from me?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not really interested in you."

Mo Tan tilted his head and thought about it, and after a while he laughed with some trouble: "It's okay so far. If I take advantage of you too much, I always feel that the one who suffers is actually me."

Lesa rolled her eyes at him angrily and pouted: "Gangster logic!"

"Thanks for the compliment."

Mo Tan smiled.

Immediately afterwards, Lesa unexpectedly cut into the topic suddenly, staring intensely at Mo Tan's eyes that would even make people feel headaches and dizziness after looking at them for a long time: "How do you want me to choose?"

"I have no position."

Mo Tan gave the answer without thinking, and said calmly: "As I said just now, even if Jun Wu and Weiyang leave, I will maintain an objective perspective, not to mention that I don't think it matters."

Lesa pursed her lips, and after a while she repeated in a low voice: "It doesn't matter...?"

"That's right, it just doesn't matter."

Mo Tan scratched his cheek in embarrassment and said with a smile: "To be honest, I'm tired of this project called Lesa Keyvos."

"Tired...annoyed...?"

"Yes, to put it simply, it's 'bored'."

"It seems you are more impatient than I thought."

Looking at Mo Tan who had 'bored' written all over her face, Lesa covered her mouth and smiled lightly, seemingly carefree, but her eyes flickered away and she said softly: "Then, would you like to be more specific about that?" Can you explain the two options to me? If possible, I hope you can share your opinions and thoughts."

Mo Tan nodded happily: "No problem, as the saying goes, helping others to the end, I am still happy to oblige with this small request, then..."

"Tan Mo."

"Um?"

"...Sit down and talk."

"Okay, that's okay, but are you sure you won't cover me with tears, snot, or anything like that?"

…

Game time PM19:12

Free City, main building of Keyworth Manor, three underground floors

The current patriarch of the Keyvos family, Lesa's biological uncle, Creb Keyvos, was leaning against the not-so-warm fireplace, holding a black book in his hand that he didn't quite understand the content of.

To this day, Creber doesn't know why Fezeron, who has been dead for nearly a year, likes to stay in a place like this. He stays alone with a book for most of the day, let alone his sister. Little Salia couldn't even call him out.

"If it's little Salia..."

Creb murmured in a low voice, closed the book in his hand that he had not read a word of, and whispered: "I will definitely go out to play with her."

He lowered his eyes, took a deep breath of the stifling warm air by the fireplace, and coughed violently.

Choking.

"Damn it, ahem..."

Count Kreb Keyvos raised his hand and pressed down softly, extinguishing the embers in the fireplace and sinking into the dead darkness.

Because the fireplace was quite old and Kleiber still used the cheapest fuel, the smell in the room was already very bad.

But the current Earl of Keyvos, who was immersed in the darkness, became inexplicably comfortable. Perhaps it was because the blood seeker's compatibility with darkness was so good, or perhaps it was just a kind of self-deceptive psychological comfort. In short, restraint at this moment Leiber rarely let himself go.

Although he has been short in the past few hundred years... or the number of times he has been in a daze is conservatively estimated to be four digits, today is the first time that he has been in a daze in the past six months.

In the darkness, where no one could spy, Kreb Keyworth lay back on his chair dully and numbly.

A total of one hundred and thirty-seven seconds.

At the 138th second, his bright red eyes regained their clarity.

To be more precise, I reluctantly regained my clarity.

Creb took out the pocket watch in his pocket, took a look at it, sighed helplessly, and then waved his hand——

Several blood-red flames quietly emerged in the air, exuding an ominous aura while quickly dissolving the darkness that was drawn into the room after the fireplace was extinguished.

In layman's terms, Kleiber used a very colorful lighting skill to light up the room.

"Perhaps... Fezeron wasn't reading at all when he locked himself up here."

Creber stood up thoughtfully, walked towards the exit of the room with a heavy step, and threw the book in his hand to the ground: "I'm just looking for a chance to relieve stress alone, well, I see, that's it. It totally makes sense...it makes sense..."

He opened the iron door in front of him, took a deep breath of the slightly moist air, and stepped onto the cold stone steps.

Kleiber is not a blood seeker in the traditional sense. At least in terms of image, he is quite different from most of his compatriots.

In most cases, due to bloodline reasons, pure-blood blood seekers have fair skin, slender figures, and exquisite facial features. Not only can they compete with many elves in terms of beauty, but they are also born with The gloomy temperament is also a special bonus. All in all, it has a very beautiful feeling.

Leisha is a great example.

But Kleiber is completely different...

Like Lessa, he is a blood seeker whose blood is obviously human, but he is only a little over 1.6 meters tall. His body is not slender, but also very strong. He looks like an overly well-developed dwarf, and although his appearance is not He is ugly, but his square face and beard have nothing to do with elegance. His skin color is more gray than white. Anyway, the overall look is very strange.

It's like an albino but extremely healthy woodcutter/cook/farmer.

In fact, in Lesa's impression, her uncle who rarely wore formal clothes was more like a cook or a gardener.

But now, she is wearing a black dress that does not match her style, a blood-red cloak with the crest of the Keyvos family on her back, and is leaning on a gorgeous black cane. She cut it half a year ago. However, Kreb Keyvos, who was the last head of the Keyvos family and his wife, had cold eyes and a full of anger.

"The guests are here~"

He suddenly laughed, took out a diamond-shaped blood-colored crystal from his pocket, and held it tightly in his palm.

Feeling the temperature in the crystal, the hostility in Creber's eyes quickly faded, and the corners of his mouth even turned up in a shrewd and flattering arc.

After a brief pause...

Kreb Kevos looked ahead and climbed up the stairs.

Chapter 881: End