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The magic killer used to defeat Weston played almost negligible role.

"What's the matter?" Altair looked at her coldly.

"Well, I heard what you said just now..."

"Oh?"

"I think there is some misunderstanding between the princess and the magician. All of them I have come into contact with are good people." Mo Meixiang thought of what Meteora said a few days ago.

The princess in military uniform didn't bring them together to change the world, but to plan bad things.

But she couldn't believe everything they said, and she didn't know what to say, but there should be a misunderstanding between the two parties.

"If everyone can calmly and calmly talk about it, they will definitely understand each other."

Chapter 110 Six Human Nature Is Evil

"Understood...why do you think so?" Altair's expression was puzzled.

"Because they are all very good people. As long as the princess is willing to give up the fight, everyone will be able to reach an understanding."

"Give up? Talk to that man about understanding? Talk to the ridiculous gods of this world? Mo Meixiang, let me tell you..."

Mo Meixiang was startled, seeing the sneer rising from the corner of the princess in military uniform opposite her, she couldn't speak to herself for a while.

"You don't even understand how absurd this world is, how can you say such things leisurely?"

"But……"

"Enough." Altair whispered, she could no longer listen to such childish words.

"If you are wavering, go out for a walk! Mo Meixiang." Altair simply closed his eyes and stopped talking about Mo Meixiang.

Mo Meixiang pursed her lips, and retreated unwillingly.

Hesitating between the camp and Meteora's words, which side should she trust?

"Mo Meixiang?" The female knight asked puzzledly as she watched the petite girl walk out of the warehouse.

"I'm going out to blow some air."

……

In the middle of the night, Mo Meixiang was walking in the deserted park blowing the cold night wind.

The mood of questioning the princess in military uniform also calmed down a little.

The information in this world is too complicated, and people are wrapped up layer by layer. If you don't make up your mind, you can't see the truth of a thing or a person clearly.

As the magician said, this world is not just two simple colors of black and white, justice and evil.

Compared with it, the world she lives in is still too simple.

On a park bench, a homeless man covered with a robe wrapped his head together, curled up and looked very cold.

Such a person does not exist in her world.

Mo Meixiang couldn't help stepping forward and observing carefully.

"What are you looking at?" The pure eyes like the sun in the dark night were too dazzling, and Weston lifted his coat to show his dissatisfaction.

Mo Meixiang retreated a few meters in shock, and took out her magic wand: "It's you—!?"

"It's very dangerous for a primary school student like you to meet a guy like me who is not afraid of starting for three years at night. Go and play!" Weston waved his hand away, and then retracted his head into his clothes.

Mo Meixiang was speechless for a few seconds, but she also let go of her vigilance: "That..."

Mo Meixiang still has a lot to ask about this magician.

Like what he knew about the princess in military uniform.And why did he mess up so badly?

"Would you like something to eat?"

Weston sat up immediately from the bench.

Mo Meixiang smiled awkwardly: "Haha... Sure enough, let's go."

She was just talking too.

A 24-hour Western-style fast food restaurant, Weston ate some snacks and rice porridge, while looking at the magical girl in front of him.

After leaving the house, Weston was not dissatisfied with returning to the life of a tramp, but felt a little nostalgic.

But the magical girl on the opposite side was very curious about how he fell into this state, and the hesitation and hesitation made him irritated.

If it wasn't for the other party's treat, Weston would have sent her away long ago.

"Ask whatever you want, as a reward for this meal."

Mo Meixiang shuddered like a frightened rabbit.It took a while to calm down, and asked seriously: "Is there no place for Mr. Magician to live?"

"Seeing my misery, do you feel compassion?" Weston shook his hand: "Forget it! Don't look at me having nothing now, and giving all the money to Meteora, but this is all voluntary."

Mo Meixiang had a question mark on her head.

"If you want to achieve greater results, you have to give up some things outside your body."

"what?"