blues paradox

The study room of Rose Castle is gorgeous and secretive. The floor is a thin layer of water curtain, which can create circles of ripples when stepped on, as if stepping on a calm lake and watching the water ripple.

Under the water curtain are rows of ancient and mysterious demon books, guarded by the flames from the underworld, isolating the erosion of holy power.

Xiu sat against the wall, the water curtain was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his white robe, and the dark gold patterns shone gorgeously.He sat quietly reading a book, the old pages were slightly yellowed, exuding a faint musty smell, but it was quickly covered by the fragrance of roses, and there was no trace of it.

Suddenly, a chuckle of unknown meaning flashed across the golden eyes, Xiu put down the book in his hand, and said softly, "Come in, Sophie."

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the wooden door opening, Sophie walked in step by step, and the water curtain made complex and intense ripples, reflecting the fluttering trajectory of the blue gauze skirt.

"Gude is dead, Your Highness Xiu." Sophie knelt in front of Xiu and said softly.

"This hall knows." Xiu looked coldly at the swaying water waves on the water curtain, swung his wide sleeves, and instantly regained his composure.

"The clues are broken again."

"It's okay, isn't Xiao Tiaoer still alive?" Xiu thin lips slightly hooked, and a wicked smile was drawn, habitually carrying a slight sarcasm, like some kind of enchanting and dangerous flower, the fragrance of roses accompanied by gorgeous and deep The voice scattered in all directions, echoing in the not-so-empty study room, overlapping into a long-lasting lingering sound.

"The news from Salome, that woman has sacrificed her soul to the great Lord of Darkness, now in the Demon Realm. But..." Sophie raised her head slightly, and quietly glanced at those dangerous golden eyes, She quickly lowered her head again, and continued, "But she is not the young master's biological mother after all, and it is still unknown whether she will show up because of the young master."

"so what?"

"So, my subordinates think that maybe we can find out where Gude's next life is first, and then...wait for it."

"Remember that she used to be a very smart woman who used up all her magic power for a man and abandoned her noble status as a demon, didn't she give up?" Xiu said sarcastically, a trace of pity for overlooking the common people flashed in her golden eyes.

"Women's love is inherently crazy, and it's far inferior to men's calmness. How could His Highness Xiu not know?" Sophie blinked playfully.

"A man's love should be rational?" Xiu murmured to himself, suddenly seemed to think of something, the curvature of the corners of his lips gradually increased, and a hint of understanding flashed in the golden eyes full of evil charm , he said softly: "Then, let the tomb go."

"Yes." Sophie answered with a nod, and slowly backed out.

Xiu put the book back on the bookshelf and left with a wave of his sleeves. When he approached the door, he glanced back at the huge bookshelf near the fireplace meaningfully. His golden eyes were like an endless ocean, deep and peaceful.He stretched out his hand lightly, and the bright magic spar hanging in the room fell into his palm.

The study room became dark in an instant, and the moonlight spilled from the window, embellishing the quiet and deep cold night.

After a while, a small figure came out from behind the bookshelf. His long golden hair was as pure as the radiance of the sun, and his emerald green eyes were like a calm blue lake that would never flow again.

The young man is bathed in the flickering waning moon, like a boat full of lonely leaves drifting in the vast sea, leaving only endless loneliness.

He wanted to scream up to the sky, but only let out a few broken laughs. Unexpectedly, he fled and hid, after all, he was in the trap of others, and the thick self-mockery accompanied by a hoarse voice permeated the air.

"Father is not father, mother is no longer mother, so who am I?"

A trace of determination and coldness flashed across the dark green eyes, and the sudden cooling sound was like ice beads hitting a silver plate, clear and distant.

"Father, I have already fallen into your game, and I have to admit that you are an excellent planner. You won, but I didn't lose; you calculated people in the world, but I... only need to calculate you."

By the way...no one reads our article these days...it's so sad...no one leaves a message...no one hits the branch...