Wang Wang's dream color

the other side.

This dreamland, where many people are obsessed with dreams, wakes up from the midnight slumber, and the soft light of the morning light shines into the corners of the huge manor, evoking a quiet and peaceful morning.

The taciturn servant hurriedly saluted and walked past him, and the empty space was filled with a solemn and indifferent atmosphere.Bai Shan walked into the bright hall, and saw the man sitting sideways in front of the French windows, his whole body was so delicate and illusory in the bright morning light, it was extraordinarily far away.

Richard, standing aside, opened the armchair for Baishan, and the servant quickly stepped up to serve the delicate refreshments and backed away.

"Good morning, sir."

"clatter."

The sound of teacups touching lightly and Baishan's greeting broke the silence. He raised his eyes, and his increasingly mature and delicate face was like a gorgeous and dangerous elf nobleman in an oil painting.

"You came."

He opened his mouth, and his low-mellow voice hit his ears like a violin.

"I heard that the 'Ghost Skull' ball meeting ended early unexpectedly this year. It seems that your harvest this time should be pretty good."

A gleam flashed in Baishan's cheerfully squinted eyes, and he put down a few documents on the table, his tone more cheerful.

"During this period, several little guys have come back one after another, and their activeness in the competition has also attracted the attention of many groups to 'R'."

"It seems that Duriel's successor has also rushed back from Japan to take control of the situation, and I probably don't want to make any trouble at this time..."

Over there, Baishan was still talking about what happened outside, but here he had put down the teacup in his hand lazily, turned his head to see the bright morning sun outside the window, and the corners of his mouth curled down slightly.

"How about Andariel?"

He asked briefly, but Baishan immediately understood what he meant, and the briskness on his face subsided slightly.

"The stadium we were following was bloodbathed by Andariel's successor. I asked Yuan to track it down."

"I have fought once. According to Yuan's meaning, it is on par with her. I can't find out the real depth for a while."

"I'm still entangled with her now, it seems that the girl can avoid the meeting with Yuan, I don't know what she is hiding..."

The conversation stopped, Baishan stroked his beard, and watched the sharp light on his fingertips on the opposite side blur and flicker in the morning light.

"Let her continue to be in charge of Andariel, and find someone to chase after Duriel."

"Yingying will come here soon, the plan can officially start, and everyone will be called back one after another, and the ranking will be killed."

"You can start collecting the net."

He turned his eyes to look at the colorful refraction of the morning sun behind the glass, which was full of brilliance.

The mellow voice sank, and the playfulness disappeared from the deep eyes.

"Igniting a fire...heh."

Baishan watched the morning sun caressing the man's face, his eyes were invisible at the intersection of light and darkness, and he could only smell the bloody smell that was not concealed in his words.

After a while, he also smiled slightly, his face full of hesitation and anticipation after waiting for a long time.

Another ten-year contract.

Possibly, this time... will lead to a completely different and brilliant ending.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"puff..."

The noon sun was shining brightly, warming the hard concrete floor, and dyed the same temperature as the flowing blood.

The golden light was beating, and the figure who had stood for a long time did not move, only the hair blown by the wind flicked slightly under the light.

"The devil...you are the devil..."

The white man who was knocked down to the ground was lying on the ground coughing up blood, with wounds and bloodstains all over his body, and the panic and fear that could not be concealed appeared on his slightly raised face.

He trembled uncontrollably, watching the expressionless angel's face slowly approaching, almost subconsciously crawling back, until he hit the fence a few steps away.

With a sound of "crash", he bit his tightly clenched lips in horror, and the smell of rust in his mouth became a little stronger. There was no way to retreat, and he had been forced into a dead end with nowhere to escape.

Against the light, Samuel walked slowly and expressionlessly, his blue eyes were gloomy.

He stood still in front of the trembling man, looked down condescendingly, for a long while, he used his toes to lift the man's jaw with extreme contempt, and a dazzling and innocent smile like an angel slowly appeared on his face.

When he spoke, his tone was gloomy and bloodthirsty that ran counter to that pure smile.

"Today's weather is nice..."

The man opened his mouth, the corners of his lips were still trembling, he didn't dare to move, his slightly dilated pupils were filled with fear, he just listened in a daze... The man spoke a cruel sentence to himself in a cold tone.

"It's perfect for seeing you off..."

"Honey..."

Samuel moved his toes away, stepped on the man's head heavily, and rolled it slowly and tenderly.

"traitor."

"Please... Your Excellency... Please..."

Struggling involuntarily... The man desperately turned his head... Putting his hands on Samael's leg and begging.

"Let me go..."

"Please forgive me this time..."

The sound of begging for mercy became weaker and weaker, and the man was almost out of breath under the struggle and crushing.

Samuel twitched the corner of his mouth, moved his foot away, then raised his leg and kicked again, kicking the man a few steps away, allowing him to turn over and breathe heavily.

"I just came back, as usual... I will give you a meeting gift."

Before he could take a few breaths, Samael's voice had already approached his ears again. He tried his best to turn his head, and saw the scarlet breath slowly crawling up the slender but terrifying figure.

As if seeing something extremely terrifying, he made a "ho ho" sound in his throat, and his eyes were quickly stained with dead despair.

"Tsk...you look surprised."

Samael finally stood still, and the scarlet aura condensed around his arm, like a snake spitting out letters... exuding an evil and greedy aura.

He tilted his head slightly, his innocent smile was not as cruel as the deep blue eyes.

"What's the surprise... I'm just going to take something that doesn't belong to you anymore..."

The scarlet red snake snaked down the swatter net in his hand, wrapped around his body seductively under the man's despairing gaze, and climbed up to his arms... until his neck...

"Do not..."

The eyeballs are slightly protruding...the bloodshot eyes slowly emerge...

The scarlet and cold breath clung to his body, the man was like a dehydrated fish... twitching uncontrollably, the pain spread from the bottom of his heart in an instant... The coldness of despair froze his consciousness...His eyes glistened. Tears came out, mouth opened wide, the pain of suffocation pervaded...

Fear creeps in with that plundering breath... Occupies the mind... The haunting spell of hell fills his consciousness... Something is being stripped from his body... Precious things that will never come back extreme stuff...

Trails of blood burst out from under the tangled rope, and the wanton ferocious spirit was pulling to arouse the deepest fear in the soul.

His lifeless eyes fell on the face of the smiling demon looking down at him, his limbs were cold, and there was a feeling of vomiting surging up from the bottom of his heart...

He knows he's gone...

Thanks to this hypocritical devil in front of him...he will never stand on the court again, he will never have the talent he is proud of so far...his future will no longer shine up...

The light in the deepest part of his soul was slowly going out, he lay convulsively on the ground, under the warmest gaze, he felt bitingly cold...

The scarlet aura finally retreated slowly to Samael under the man's completely dead eyes.

Smiling and staring at that person, his mind began to die from the inside to the outside, and the whole person fell into darkness. Samuel sighed softly, and what appeared in his eyes was a sense of satisfaction...

"From the beginning, you should have known."

"The gate of hell we opened for you, there is no return..."

"In addition to corruption, it is destruction."

"Are you still delusional...to steal back the soul that was sacrificed to the devil..."

"laugh..."

Samak leaned over, the beating golden light flickered, showing off a dazzling smile on his face, with a hint of mocking coldness.

"It's ridiculous..."

Without even looking at the limp person on the ground, he turned around and walked out of the remote and uninhabited stadium. The backlit figure slowly disappeared into the dark alleyways, and even his blond hair was dim.

After he walked by for a long time, a figure who received the news rushed over, and after seeing the situation in the stadium, he couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

Glancing at the fainted man on the ground, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the emergency number, turned around and hurried away as if avoiding suspicion, and dialed another series of numbers.

"It's too late, number three has already been abolished, seriously injured."

......

"Yes, it is estimated that he came back to receive the task of taking care of these abstainers."

"I don't know how much was exposed...The next person who is very sure is..."

......

"Yes..."

"clear."

The bright sunshine in the afternoon finally covered a few shadows.

The collision of light and shadow... is about to move, brewing and stirring up even bigger waves.

"Hey! Ha!"

"Hey! Ha!"

As soon as the screen turned, the sound of the wooden sword hitting the stake accompanied by childish shouts of "hehehaha" sounded in the empty courtyard. As soon as Longya walked into the corridor, she saw the little boy practicing kendo in a serious manner. figure.

"Keiko?"

"Ah! Brother Long Ya!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Keiko turned her head in surprise, dropped the wooden sword in her hand and ran over, throwing herself into Long Ya's arms.

"you're back!"

"Well... back."

Catching the small body that flung herself into her arms, Long Ya pinched Keiko's little nose, took out the cake she bought on the way and stuffed it into her arms.

"Is your sister there?"

"No, some time ago, I stayed in the training room every day. Recently, I seem to be looking for someone to fight, and I don't want to go home every day! Hmph!"

Speaking of her sister, the joy on Keiko's face because of the cake turned into resentment of dissatisfaction.

"Without accompanying others, Keiko can only practice driving stakes by himself, which is boring."

"fight..."

"Silly girl..."

Can't help laughing, Long Ya rubbed Keiko's head, took out another orange and stuffed it into the pouting girl's hand, turned around and walked into the tea room where Bai Shan was.

"What do you want me to do... Do you want me to find someone to fight with?"

Glancing at the yuppie young man who was lying on the couch, Baishan obviously heard the conversation between the two outside the door. He shook his head and stroked his beard with a serious tone.

"As soon as Duriel's successor came back, he started to make a fuss. The many abandoners who were shaken by us before were all destroyed by him. This is not the way to go."

"Why, you asked Yuan to stare at that shrunken little Andariel, and you are going to let me stare at little Duriel, and save those poor people who want to escape from the devil's lair?"

Hearing Baishan's words, Long Ya touched her nose, still in a lazy manner, throwing an orange in her hand up and down.

"That's right, we can start the official activities."

Ignoring the banter in the youth's words, Baishan's calm voice sounded.

"Miss Sakura has recovered."

Startled, the orange in her hand was held, Long Ya raised her head, her eyes lit up.

The author has something to say: hehehe, I am so happy that the collection has increased again