blues paradox

Lan Tuo squinted his eyes, and silently shifted his gaze to the man standing next to His Majesty the Demon King.That silver hair fluttering wantonly, that silver cross hanging on his chest reflecting the sacred radiance, that familiar gaze full of compassion and warmth...

Even though the distance is too far away, even though its face cannot be discerned at all, as long as it is seen once, no one will recognize it...

rose……

Blue tune can be sure that the person standing next to him is indeed Xiu, that is temperament that no one can pretend to be; he can also be almost sure that the person standing far away is Mei, which no one in the devil world can imitate A kind of mercy.

When the most critical argument for drawing a conclusion is broken at this moment, can the same conclusion be obtained?

Blue tune doesn't know if this is the truth, Xiu always likes to use various ways to blind his sight and thoughts.Perhaps, all of this was a deceit from the very beginning. He was trapped in a trap of thick fog. Every time he took a step, every time he lifted a layer of veil, he just fell into a new trap, repeated, forever Can't get out of the cycle of vicious circle.

His breath was slightly disturbed, and his emerald green eyes magnified for a moment, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch, but he couldn't escape the gaze that had been lingering on him.Lan Tuo looked at Xiu who was standing next to him with a complicated expression, smiling unfathomably, and remained silent.

"Xiao Tiao'er seems to have seen something incredible." Xiu looked away, with a weird smile on his lips.

His voice was very low and soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, but it was clearly audible in this noisy environment, and his indifference was shocking.

"No, in fact, it's not that unbelievable." Lan Tuo laughed at himself. As long as Xiu is willing, he may live in an illusion forever, and he will never be able to distinguish between reality and illusion. Feel annoyed and frustrated.

He doesn't care about Xiu's concealment, nor does he care about Xiu's calculations, what he cares about is the oppressive feeling that seems to be inaccessible and insurmountable forever, as if he is forever outside this person's life.

Lan Tiao never cared about life or anything, he had already abandoned those humble family relationships, but he still persisted in wanting to investigate, maybe even Xiu would not know, what he wanted was just a fetter, a bond that could hold him back. The fetters tied to this land that allowed him to stay by that person's side as a matter of course.

"I don't believe in everything I see, hear, or infer. Do you know, father, I only believe what I want to believe." Without waiting for Xiu to answer, Blues continued: "My world There is no truth, the truth is intertwined with lies, and my poor eyesight can't tell the truth from the false. Therefore, I create the rules by myself in my world, and I only believe what I want to believe, and that is my truth."

"...Should I criticize your nonsense and self-deception, or should I praise your broad-mindedness and ingenuity?"

Xiu's tone of speech became gentler and slower, his voice was low but not hoarse, it was as gorgeous as smooth and smooth as black velvet, every word revealed a dangerous and tense atmosphere, Blues couldn't help suppressing his breath.

(Hehe, Xiu and Mei appeared at the same time...it's really weird, yohooooo~~~~~~~~~~)