Dreams on the Green Island

In the towel, rubbing vigorously.

The evening breeze gently brushed against his cheeks, brushing up a few strands of soft hair.The smell of spices diffused faintly in the air, causing Galanz, who was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, to itch his nose.He blushed and endured for a long time, and finally sneezed earth-shatteringly. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Yinchen rolled his eyes and looked back at him, thinking that such a beautiful night scene would be sneeze away by you.

The Mist Maiden Swamp in the distance is shrouded in a gray mist, presenting a hazy chaos.Without moonlight and starlight, the sky is full of rain clouds crowded with each other, tightly compressing the air.Even the wind that blows in is humid.

"I'm going to sleep." Galanz's voice came from behind, and there was a big yawn.Immediately afterwards, the bed in the hotel made a painful sound, as if something huge was suddenly thrown on it.

Yinchen didn't look back.He put down the towel, and his long hair was blown by the continuous night wind.He pursed his lips tightly, the luster in his eyes dimmed.

do not know why.

When I was dragged into the water by Galanz just now, I really felt it—it was that kind of fleeting pain again, which came from Jue Yin.But the three apostles are all here, that is to say, only Wang Jue is in danger.

But what danger could there be?Yin Chen looked in the direction of Wuyin Green Island, his delicate brows slowly frowned.Wang Jue... is simply a god-like existence.It should be that no one can threaten him.

Except priests.But they are clearly at the bottom of the heart.

Another flash of light flashed before his eyes, like the dazzling reflection of white hair.He suddenly remembered that maybe it was him.

Maybe it's him—the Duke of Qila.

From the day he became an apostle, this is the second time Jueyin has felt pain.And the first time was when Lord Qila fought against his Lord.

He always felt that this Prince Qila was not just a guest.

Yin Chen shook his head and gave up thinking.He looked back and saw that Galanz, who was wrapped in a blanket, was sleeping heartlessly, and his brows slowly stretched.

——No, what are you thinking.

——Wang Jue, it's not like accidents can happen casually.

He walked to the bed and extinguished the oil lamp with a wave of his hand.Then he sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and pulled some blankets from Galanz's side, retracted his feet, and then got into the whole body.

——But in the next second, he screamed, sat up, and lifted Galanz up by the way.

"Ganz, do you sleep without clothes!!!" He shouted with wide eyes.

"Huh? Why do you have to wear clothes to sleep?" Galanz rubbed his eyes with an innocent face: "Okay, okay, don't make trouble, I'm sleepy..." He lay down again

Yin Chen rolled his eyes several times, then lay down.Before lying down for two seconds, he felt a hand slide in along the front of his nightgown.Just when he was sweating profusely and his hair stood on end, Galanz muttered softly: "Yinchen, your skin is so slippery like a girl...especially here..."

The muscles on Yinchen's back were tense, holding back the boiling anger in his chest, and growled in a low voice: "You...have you ever touched a girl's place..."

"No, but I have touched yours." Galanz raised his head, smiled wickedly, took his hands away from Yinchen's buttocks, and put his arms around his waist: "Sleep when you sleep, what kind of nightgown do you wear? I'm uncomfortable holding..."

"..." Yin Chen couldn't bear it and kicked him away: "If you want to hug something when you sleep, go hug me with a blanket, don't hug me!"

Part2 Dawn

Part2 Dawn

【five years ago】

【Western Aslan Empire · Imperial Capital Grant】

The weather was cold and awkward, and the rolling clouds in the sky seemed to swallow up the invisible [heart].From time to time, a gust of wind whirled over, rolled up sand and gravel, and tore apart the suffocating silence between heaven and earth.

The moment Qi La walked out of his heart, the darkness that hit his face made him uncomfortable.Squinting his eyes, he lowered his head and silently walked towards the path he had traveled countless times, straight out of the range of his heart.

Originally, he didn't come here often, and he wasn't familiar with it.But since that time——he has almost become more familiar with his heart than his own home.

No, or in other words, you are more familiar than Wuyin Green Island?

Thinking of this, Qi La had a helpless smile in his eyes.He walked across the wet grass, silently like a weightless ghost.

It's the annual Sea God Festival again.Qi La looked at the long dim line connecting the sea and the sky in the distance.Ouyan lowered her figure, and her wings swept across the sparkling sea.

In the distance, you can vaguely see a few black reefs caressed by the waves. The large and small holes seem to be inhabited by lonely souls, crying for a long time in this calm sea that is not simple.

——What is it for, all of this.

He shook his head wearily, pulled up the hood of his black robe, and disappeared into the bustling crowd, his back was blown thin by the sea breeze.

【five years ago】

【Aslan Empire in the West · Fog Hidden Green Island】

The sky above the foggy green island is clear, showing a disturbing blue.The only few clouds were pulled long and thin by the wind, fluffing across the entire sky, like the long and thin feathers of some kind of bird.

Gilgamesh gently put down the crystal goblet in his hand, his gaze swept across the sky like the wind, and finally fell lightly on the surface of the lake as clear as jade in the foggy hidden lake.

At noon in summer, Wuyin Lake rarely lifted the veil of white mist, revealing her delicate face.Gilgamesh has always felt that the cool and beautiful feeling of Wuyin Lake, the aura that can only be seen from a distance but cannot be touched, really resembles the former one-time prince, Qila.

At this moment, there is a pair of long-necked swans floating like clouds on the emerald green lake, bending their long necks, expressing their love to each other quietly with their eyes.They didn't move at all, but their bodies moved imperceptibly along with the clouds in the sky.The tranquility seems to blend in with the surrounding environment.

For a while, the corner of Wang Jue's mouth slightly lifted into a smile.The apostle of the earth, who was covering his face with a huge lotus leaf and taking a nap by his throne, didn't see it, nor did the apostle of the sea, who was helping the snow geese wash their feathers not far away.

But he saw it.His snow-white and cool long hair was blown away by the long wind, and a rippling smile was blown from his all-powerful silver eyes, as well as the deep exhaustion that was hidden.

At one point, Wang Jue nodded slightly, his eyes as deep as the sea said silently, you are here.

He also nodded slightly, but his movements were a little slow.There was no reaction for a while.

Once the prince stepped down from the throne, the luxurious hem of the brocade robe slightly raised, and the air rippled silently.

The long-necked white waterfowl slid silently into the dense reeds.

Gilgamesh's footsteps were as silent as the wind.Standing in front of Qi La, he stretched out his slender fingers lightly, and the fingertips slid across Qi La's ice-carved jade face like a dragonfly on water.He said: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you look haggard again. Even if it is the task of the silver priest, you don't have to make yourself so hard."

A slow surge of sourness engulfed his shores like a rising tide in the Rennes Sea.

"It's okay." He lowered his eyelids, a ray of sunlight danced on his eyelashes.

How can he tell, the reason for his haggardness is to imprison him.

"Stay here today?"

"No, I'll be leaving in a while."

"Then why are you here?"

"……do not know."

When I first came to this archipelago, it was for challenge and revenge.And now, what is it for?

He couldn't figure it out.It seems that it was just unintentionally, or out of habit, that the pawns that came back to Huatian Xinggong were made into the ones that came here.

"Could it be because I haven't seen you for a long time and miss me?" Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes, leaned forward with a smile, and began to tease.

Qi La rolled her eyes, but she could only pretend she didn't hear.At the same time, he took a slight step back.The movement was calm and light, as if he just bowed backwards.But the other party didn't intend to let him go, and leaned forward again, then put his hand on his shoulder, and pulled him into his arms.

Qi La's pupils dilated for a moment because of the rushing darkness.For an instant, time seemed to stand still.No, not just time, everything about heartbeat and breathing melted into the pair of azure sea pupils on the opposite side.

"Wang Jue...? Wang-jue-?"

A shout from behind saved Qi La at a critical moment.Thick sweat slid down his forehead in an instant.As Gilgamesh let go of himself, Qila's breathing resumed in an instant.At the same time, a large amount of blood rushed to his head, so his cheeks began to turn an attractive red.

"what happened?"

Gilgamesh let go of him, and turned to look at Galanz who had just got up from the straw nest.

"When will Yinchen come back?" He scratched his hair vigorously, his dark eyebrows furrowed: "I'm getting bored and growing green hair!"

Galanz didn't seem to see him.Qi La raised her gaze slightly, and found that the once Wang Jue's broad shoulders and loose blond hair were just blocking her behind.He seems to be wearing this golden robe all year round. Fortunately, Wuyin Green Island is also considered to be like spring all year round, otherwise he would be dead cold in winter and hot in summer.

"Then find something to do." He heard the chuckle of Wang Jue once: "Don't you usually have a moment to spare?"

"That's because of the silver dust! He's here, and I'm being bullied and bickering. If he's not here, I'm about to die of suffocation." Galanz said, stretching his waist and walking over, his joints all over his body cracked. rattle.

"You won't be able to bully him soon." Once Wang Jue stretched out his hand and touched Galanz's grass-like head with a doting smile.Then say, "Well, here's someone who can help you out."

--What?

Following Wang Jue's movement of turning around with a smile, Qi La, who was still confused just now, suddenly understood, and his eyes widened.

--Hey!

--Hey Hey hey! ! !

——Am I the one who amuses Galanz? !

"Aha, isn't this Prince Qila!" Galanz looked intently and grinned: "Why haven't I seen you these days? I was wondering if you and the prince had a fight just now, look It’s not a thing at all, haha, ah, by the way, didn’t you promise to teach me speed skills last time, Lord Qila? Oh, don’t look at me like that—everyone is here, I'm bored, so you can teach me by the way—"

Qi La stared and wandered from Galanz to Gilgamesh, and finally fixed her eyes on the slightly mischievous smile on the corner of Gilgamesh's mouth.For a moment, it seemed that he had caught something, but he was dragged away helplessly by Galanz.

And when he finally finished teaching, the last rays of the sun were gone.He even wondered if Galanz deliberately asked him to teach him speed skills at that juncture, if he deliberately pretended not to learn it, or if he deliberately delayed the time——

"It's so late, Lord Qila, why don't you stay and have a meal—this afternoon, you have worked hard—"

When Qi La watched Galanz and Gilgamesh look at each other, and then said such a sentence, something exploded in his mind suddenly.He tried his best to suppress the inexplicable anger in his chest, and turned his eyes to the smiling Gilgamesh.

——You really did it on purpose, right?He raised his eyebrows, and with his eyes gouged out the beautiful and noble one-time prince in front of him.If eyes could kill, Qi La would be the new first-degree prince now.

--yes.

Gilgamesh still maintained his perfect and noble smile, and his sea blue eyes clearly said to him:

—but what can you do?

Qi La rolled her eyes, thinking that the next thing would be "It's too late for dinner", so "You might as well stay, Prince Qi La", it's a "natural" thing.But he had no choice but to shake his head, trying to maintain his ice and snow glamorous appearance, compressing and compressing all his emotions, putting on a helpless and powerless poker face, and followed the former prince and his accomplices to Not far away the white marble palace went.

The sky is a reddish glow.As the temperature of the sunset gradually dissipated, the purple red in the sky was finally soaked by traces of dark blue.The deep blue of the eastern sky, with stars shining, resembled the smiling sea eyes of the once prince.Qi La looked at the delicate sky, a smile suddenly crept up on the corner of her mouth unconsciously.The apostle of the sea, who reprimanded the apostle of the earth for being too rude, didn't see it, nor did the apostle of the earth, who shook his head at the reprimand of the sea envoy, went in his left ear and came out of his right ear.

But he saw it.The tips of his golden hair fluttered slightly, and the scent of the thousand cedars spread out, like the gentle smile in the corners of his mouth and eyes.

【five years ago】

【Aslan Empire in the West · Fog Hidden Green Island】

On a summer night, the air seemed to be frozen into an endless freeze.There was no wind, no sound.It seems that there is only the inaudible sound when the moonlight smashes to the ground, and only the sound of time falling on the bank of Wuyin Lake.The huge white palace was silent in the night, and suddenly, a dark figure melted into the moonlight, and the wind brought by him when he walked slightly blew his hood away, revealing his heroic youthful face.There was no previous cynicism on his face, replaced by a pale and solemn expression that was always equal to death.The moonlight slid down his shoulders, and was instantly scattered by a flash of golden light.In the blink of an eye, a Junli, whose hair was as jet-black as ink, suddenly descended from the sky. Its tail mane, covered with barbs and iron hooks, threw out a radiance like a death sickle in the moonlight, and its slender limbs were restless. Tapping, the mane fluttering in the wind that blows at no time.

"Okay, okay, be quiet. Wang Jue and the others should be asleep..."

A young boy's hoarse voice came from the darkness.Under the moonlight, it could be clearly seen that the young boy was patting Junli's slender neck, and then he jumped onto the horse's back with both hands.

Junli has neither a saddle nor a rein.After a crisp neighing, Junli's shoulders suddenly spread out a pair of wings—each feather is a sharp blade, reflecting a terrifying pale white luster under the pure moonlight.

Qi La stood quietly in front of the window, watching the boy ride the steed into the abyss-like night sky.Then he turned around and asked, "What did he do?"

In the flickering candlelight, the once prince's face looked gentle and calm.Holding a quill pen in his slender fingers, he quickly wrote a series of smooth characters on the gold-edged kraft paper.

"Don't you know?" His eyes raised slightly, and the golden eyelashes flashed quickly: "Your earth... ah no, your apostles of the earth should have done it... ..."

Qi La thumped slightly in her heart, and suddenly remembered the duty of the apostle of the earth.It's a pity that he only knows that his own emissary did similar things, but he doesn't know whether his former apostles have done it.

"Ah... ah, you said that... I know." He paused and said so. "It turns out that someone died in the middle of the night and you have to go? Fortunately, I was the apostle of the sky... What about you?"

The tip of the pen stopped lightly, and the ink was blurred.Gilgamesh pursed his lips and pulled out a new piece of paper.

"No," he said.

"Huh?" Qi La blinked, but didn't react.

"You confiscated me as an apostle again, how would I know." Gilgamesh raised his face, smiled at him lightly, and lowered his head again.It was only then that Qi La remembered that he was directly promoted to a one-time prince by the silver priest, so it was naturally impossible for him to be an apostle.He shook his head, wondering if he had short-circuited his head for asking such an idiotic question.

Candlelight flickered silently in the air.

"What are you writing?" He couldn't help breaking the silence again, and asked, "Is it convenient to say?"

"Invitation card. You should have heard about it. In a few days, it will be the grand ceremony for the new Ice Emperor's official ascension to the throne."

"Huh?" Qi La thought for a while, and confirmed that she had never heard of it.For such an important matter, Aios should be the first to come to him and tell him.

——Perhaps the priests deliberately kept me from knowing.He thought this silently in his heart, his eyelids drooping.That matter, is it really that important, more important than the enthronement ceremony of the Ice Empress?

His eyes wandered to the long blond hair that once fell loose from the prince, and he looked at his back aimlessly.

The red copper hair buttons are hidden between the hair strands, locking the hair behind the temples.

— last summer, he compensated his hairpin.Instead of the hair tie that he chopped.

His quiet profile looks especially charming.

——Is it really that scary?

— Or is it just the priests making a fuss?

His eyes narrowed slightly, his vision blurred by eyelashes.

"Shouldn't Io... His Majesty the Ice Emperor write it himself?"

"This is for the princes of several other countries, so I am more representative than His Majesty the Ice Emperor." He put aside an invitation card he had already written, and gently threw the pen into the ink bottle, and the water rippled slightly. Ripple. "For Queen Feng and the others, it was indeed written by His Majesty the Ice Emperor himself. Haven't you experienced it? You have been in office for quite a long time."

He shook his head silently, and said: "No, the last Ice Emperor ascended the throne, it was when I was a prince. At that time, I was not even an apostle."

"That's it." He smiled and said lightly.The smile is a little fuzzy.

Qi La looked at him, loosened his palms, then clenched them tightly again, and when he loosened them again, fine beads of sweat had covered his palm lines.His heart was beating fast as if being urged by a war drum, and he couldn't help but want to talk about the nightmare that would tear everything apart at some point.His body tried its best to restrain his soul not to say those words, but each struggle of the soul was more violent than the last one, like a stranded fish struggling to flop on the beach.

"What's the matter with you?" As if seeing his strangeness, Wang Jue once looked at him and put away his smile.

"No...it's okay..." He closed his eyes, tightened the corners of his mouth to force himself not to be driven by emotion, and told everything completely.That dark deserted city, that immortal seal, that monstrous conspiracy.But he couldn't help it, and he couldn't bear to watch the only close friend he had walked in the world for so many years being buried into the endless cold hell by him.When he thought of those evil creatures that could tear people's souls into pieces, his heart felt like a cold and dark giant hand was gripping his heart tightly.

Gilgamesh stood up, his brows slowly shrouded in haze like the night sky outside the window.

"you will not……"

Qi La's back was icy cold, and the knuckles of his fingers were pinched pale.He tightened his mouth and looked at the one-time prince in front of him, the thick hair on his forehead was wet.

"You won't...have a headache again?"

The hand hidden in the wide cuff slowly loosened, and the tight blood vessel was filled with blood again.He raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "Huh?"

"I remember you said that you would have a headache from time to time." The other party smiled shyly.

——He still remembers?

At this moment, Qi La remembered the lie he had uttered a year ago, and couldn't help being a little surprised.But the other party just frowned slightly, staring at him seriously with a pair of deep sea eyes.

"Ah... no... no..."

Qi La raised her hand and patted her forehead with the back of her hand. "Although I have a headache, it's not because of this..."

"That's... because of the mission of the silver priest?" He raised his eyebrows, and a distant candle flame danced in the depths of his pupils.

"Uh... um... sort of..."

He raised his head, and lowered it again.Throat rolled slightly.

But the other party let out a sigh of relief.

"What's on your mind in the future, remember to tell me." He gently stretched out his hand, and gently pressed Qi La's eyebrows with his warm fingers: "Frown like this all day, but you will grow old quickly."

"..." He was obviously speechless.

At one point, Wang Jue smiled, a pair of clear sea eyes rippling with the clear moonlight outside the window, like the Rennes sea area lit up by the moonlight at midnight.He looked at the quiet sky outside the window, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze little by little, and finally, his inherent aloofness and indifference as a once prince wrapped him deeply.

"Hey,"

"Ok?"

"If one day... I disappear. Can you remember me?" He turned his head and looked at Qi La: "I mean, if."

"Disappeared? Why?" Qi La blinked and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." He shook his head.The cool midnight wind blew his hair slightly, and also made waves in his sea eyes, pouring out the sorrow that seemed to have been buried for a thousand years.Qi La looked at his profile, feeling a little doubtful in her heart.He didn't know that this once god-like prince would also be sad?He is not good at perception, and he does not have the treacherous talent of the fourth-degree prince Thereya.But he could feel the heart soaked in great disappointment and sorrow under the once stable and heaving chest of the prince in front of him.

"It's just... I just hate this world more and more. I never knew that this world is so deep and has so much darkness."

His blue eyes seemed to be covered with the huge dirty wings of a white swan, and it was dark.

Qi La just looked at him with a pair of clear silver eyes and didn't say anything.

"Oh, forget it, don't continue this boring topic." Once Wang Jue smiled, but the arc of his eyebrows and eyes was a little tired: "It's such a good night, why don't you drink some wine?" Responding to a response, he threw a back figure to him, walked slowly towards a wall of the study, and pressed his finger lightly.

After a trembling string sound in the air, the porcelain white wall suddenly cracked open like scales.A rich aroma of wine slowly flowed out from inside.

"Pfft," Qi La couldn't help laughing: "I said why you are in the study nine and a half times out of ten. To be honest, you are actually drinking secretly, right?"

Gilgamesh turned his head and smiled at him winkingly, and said in a dark voice on purpose: "Anyone who knows the secret will die—"

"Oh, I'm so scared." Qi La rolled her eyes, but she was really in a good mood.

"If I put this in the wine cellar, I'm afraid that kid Galanz would have stolen it." He took out a bottle of red wine from inside, turned around and walked towards Qila, with a pair of sea eyes full of smiles: "It's a pity to let him, an ignorant kid, drink up my 30-year collection."

"...How old are you, and you still have to treasure it for 30 years."

"Others hid it for me for 20 years."

"..."

Chapter 8

The moonlight is still there.The dark velvet curtains were lifted by the moist evening wind and swayed gently, like the surface of a dark lake blown by the breeze, reflecting the bustling starlight in the sky little by little.

"How's your drinking capacity?"

"well enough."

"so."

Gilgamesh sat down, put the bottle on the table, and took the corkscrew.

"The tools are quite complete." Qi La felt her right brow twitch.The other party smiled at him gently, but didn't say anything.

The evening wind gently lifted his golden hair, and the faint fragrance was pulled long like a silk thread, and slowly diffused in the air, like a drop of pale golden ink dripping into the water.

The one-time prince in front of me seemed to have some special temperament.When he is indifferent, it seems that there is always a circle of thick coercion around him, making it almost impossible to breathe.And when he was smiling and joking, he was completely unassuming, like the best person in the world to get along with.

As if... are the most extreme two sides in this world.On the one hand, he is a lonely emperor shrouded in ice and snow, but on the other hand, he has a completely different warm image.

Qi La watched him pour the red wine into the tall crystal glass, resting his chin, looking a little lost.As if feeling Qi La's gaze, Wang Jue once turned his noble and perfect face slightly to the side, and looked into his pair of mercury-like bright eyes with gentle and hidden sharp eyes like the sun.

【five years ago】

【Aslan Empire in the West · Rain Sea Area · Utur Ruins】

Darkness enveloped the sky impenetrably, like the thick robe of the god of death dragging past.Such a dull silence, I don't know if it has lasted for thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years.Suddenly, something seemed to flash past above the barren city.Like black lightning gliding across Amano gently.The ground boiled with this black flash, as if some huge monster was about to move in the dark.

"Click, click, click..."

A brisk knocking sound shattered the long silence.Countless bumps suddenly appeared on the ground and in the sky, growing out of the darkness bit by bit, wrapping around the source of the sound, but keeping a considerable distance, as if a little afraid.

"Come out!!"

It was the roar of a young boy who was full of arrogance.Although the voice still faintly reveals youthfulness, it is full of power.He jumped off the horse briskly, and the black robe wrapped around his slender figure in a smooth arc.His face was hidden in the hood and the high collar of the black robe, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

The bumps on the ground slowly squirmed, gradually swelled into curled up figures, and immediately, the dark skin faded away, revealing their original appearance.They crouched around the tall man and the black steed that was twitching uncomfortably beside him, all with deep awe on their buried faces.

"Have you seen an apostle?" He put one hand on the steel wings of the black steed reflecting the cold light, and gently patted the soul beast, which refused to be quiet for a moment, to relax: "About the same I'm about the same age, wearing a white robe, with a pigtail, a very delicate... boy. Have you seen it?"

The ghosts prostrate on the ground looked at each other, and finally shook their heads in unison.They probably didn't see that the king of the Utur ruins in front of him slowly let out a sigh of relief, as if he had settled some important concerns.

"Okay, let's all go back to sleep." He waved his hands, and was about to give up, but raised his voice eight minutes, shouting: "Wait! Come back!"

The ghosts who were already half-submerged in the darkness had to raise their heads and look at the apostle of the earth in front of them.

"If you see him, don't harm him—" Galanz said, looking down at the ghosts on the ground.Seeing them whispering to each other for a while, he couldn't help raising his voice again: "Shut up! Listen to me!"

The ghosts had no choice but to raise their eyes pitifully and look at him.

"If any of you dares to break a hair of his, Dark Knight—"

Galanz patted Anqi's neck, and it immediately raised its head to the sky and hissed. It raised its two forefeet, which were as heavy as mountains, and slammed them hard on the ground.There was a loud bang, and the entire Yutur ruins trembled three times because of this violent impact.

The ghosts were all terrified, so they nodded repeatedly.

Galanz slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, turned around and looked at the closed door behind him.He knew that on the other side of the door, there was a dangerous pawn, which might transport the silver dust that he didn't know if he could get [Cunguang] safely in the soul grave at this moment, to this place that people have always been unable to enter.

And the only person who can freely enter and exit the Yutur ruins, except for the third-time prince Qila, is Galanz.Even if the possibility of making a mistake is only a little bit, he is not willing to take this risk, and he is willing to stay here until Yinchen walks out of the corridor of the abyss safely.

Looking at the weird and complicated lines on the door, he was slightly lost in thought.With the disappearance of the ghosts, not only the air and the soul fog, it seems that time has frozen.

The dark knight kicked his slender limbs restlessly, blowing air from his wide nostrils.It seemed very strange what his master was doing in this veritable ghost place in the middle of the night.Galanz looked up at it, closed his eyes lightly, and put it back into his seal.

He stood motionless in the darkness, as if he was originally a silent shadow, a loyal guard, silently guarding something.

【five years ago】

【Aslan Empire of the West·Soul Tomb】

A white figure floated down the cliff and lightly landed on the hilt of a giant sword.No one knew how he easily stood on a sword hilt that was not as thick as a human wrist, just as no one knew how he easily slid down a [-]-meter-high cliff like a feather.The violent storm of soul mist blew his robe rattling, and his long hair flew up.But he couldn't shake his figure at all.

He looked at the opposite cliff where all kinds of Horcruxes grew, and his usually calm and cold face also faintly revealed consternation.Thousands of soul beasts grow densely on the cliff like plants, and even from a long distance, you can feel their whistling soul mist vortex colliding with each other.Sometimes after a loud bang, several Horcruxes would suddenly break away from the mountain and fall straight down the cliff shrouded in mist.

disappeared.

——as if a silent war was going on.Standing on the hilt of the giant sword, Yin Chen sighed in his heart.Suddenly, he felt the giant sword under his feet shake slightly.Before he could react, his feet were empty.

Yinchen thumped in his heart, just as he was about to fly up against the wind, a blur flashed in front of his eyes, and he was immediately picked up by something.

Yin Chen lowered his head to look at the giant sword that had fallen to nowhere, still feeling lingering fear.Looking up, it was a huge golden eagle that caught him.It fixed itself firmly with its sharp claws, and glided easily to the other end of the cliff.

"Are you okay?" A human face suddenly appeared in front of the golden eagle's wings. It was a young boy who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Ah."

"Can you come in here, are you also an apostle?"

"Ah."

"Ah, that's great." He smiled, and stretched out a hand to try to pull Yin Chen onto the carving's back: "I'm also an apostle, what's your name? My name is Pasil."

"...Silver dust."

Saying that, Pasil grabbed his hand and pulled him upwards forcefully.Seeing his strenuous effort, Yin Chen suddenly wondered how Galanz threw him out in the first place.He shook his head, and quietly turned the wind element to lift himself up.

"Ah!" Pasil suddenly lightened his hand, and under the effect of inertia, he fell onto the golden eagle's broad back.

"You are so light." He scratched his hair and said with a smile.

"Mmm." Yin Chen softly uttered a syllable from his throat, as an answer.

"Have you got the Horcrux yet?"

"Not yet." Yin Chen shook his head lightly, and said, "Just as I was about to look for it, who would have thought that the sword I was stepping on suddenly fell off."

"My lord said that the horcruxes here are actually fighting." Pasir looked under the broad wings of the golden eagle and said, "Weak horcruxes will be shocked by the soul power erupting from powerful horcruxes." Fly, fell under the cliff."

Yinchen let out an "oh", and looked towards the cliff together, looking for the horcrux [Cunguang] that should belong to him - the silver-white thin sword that can be disassembled freely without a sword - Wang Jue That's how it's described.

"Oh, by the way, Yin Chen, how many times are you an apostle?"

"I..." Yin Chen opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back.Donghe had told him not to reveal his identity unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Are you embarrassed to say that?" Pasil looked at him with a smile: "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I am the worst among the seven apostles. I am the seventh degree."

"No..." Yin Chen didn't bother to argue with him anymore, he could understand it however he liked.

"By the way, do you have the Hissia fruit?"

"Huh? Oh, yes." Silver