The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

In the original kingdom, Ming belongs to the "spiritual" palace.

The little black-haired girl was rolling on the bed with the fluffy doll in her arms. The loose headband that was originally tied loosely fell apart on the big snow-white bed. Pandora continued to roll around indifferently. She kicked off the pair of shoes that left several small footprints on the bedding, and her slender hair was a mess. The little girl lay on the bed, pulling, pulling and kicking, making a mess of the originally neat bed.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, the little girl was finally tired, and she lay on the bed on her back angrily, not moving.

But after a while, the little ancestor became fussy again. His two little paws kept pulling on the two long ears of the plush rabbit, as if he wanted to squeeze those two ears off.

Pandora is not happy.

Pandora was very unhappy.

Pandora is super unhappy.

Ming's father is not here, Annihilation's father is not here, and Chen's father is not here... The fathers and mothers seem to have agreed to disappear at this time, leaving her alone in the magnificent but not warm house.

Little Pandora has already thrown Ming's promise of "come back to play with her after solving the matter" to Java.

snort! ╭(╯^╰)╮Such an irresponsible guy is definitely not my father!

Little Loli hugged the doll, thinking angrily.

However, it didn't take long for her to give up condemning irresponsible parents in her heart, because...she was hungry.

A little girl of this age is perpetually active—no matter how many years she's actually been that age.

Lively and active means fast physical exertion, and fast physical exertion means replenishing energy.

Pandora wanted to eat, but there was obviously no food in this room, and for a reason that she couldn't understand at all, and maybe she couldn't understand in this lifetime, no waiter in the current temple could answer her call.

The hungry little girl had no choice but to run out to find something to eat by herself.

After all, she was at her own home. Little Pandora went to the small cabinet specially prepared for her by her parents to hold snacks. With her messy hair and bare feet, she leaned on the cabinet to eat and drink. , but after a while, he regained his usual spirit and energy.

What can bear children do when they are energetic?Continue to commit bear chant →_→

Pandora tried hard to get rid of the idea of ​​"Mom and Dad don't want little Pandora anymore", and then realized something with joy, and the part of my heart that belonged to the bear child popped up happily:

Mom and Dad are gone!And I won't be back for a while!The waiters are not there either!Now I am the only one in the whole palace!That is to say...

——I can go to places where they didn’t let me go before hahaha~(≧▽≦)/~la la la~

The little bear danced excitedly, forced himself to calm down after a while, and then seriously thought about where to start the disaster... Oh no, she meant where to start playing first.

Little Pandora quickly thought of a place, a place that she had been secretly curious about for a long time, but Ming refused to let her go there. In order to prevent her from entering, Ming also specially set up an alarm in that place. It will squeak and bark non-stop... Ah, why do you ask Pandora to know so clearly? →_→Of course it’s because this brat has tried it once before, but he was scared by the strange siren and screamed at the door, and then he was arrested by his father... Pandora silently clenched his fist, this time everyone Not here, even if the alarm can sing flowers, she doesn't have to be afraid!

The bear child happily embarks on the road of adventure [death], all because his father is not at home... I mean, feel sorry for x

Pandora ran very fast, and it didn't take long before she ran to the door of the small room—speaking of which, this is actually not a place that is particularly attractive to bear children, because it is easy to find the inside through the door glass from the outside. It is designed in the style of an exhibition counter, with layers of tables hanging on the wall, and various gadgets are placed on the tables—it looks like gifts from gods to each other, and there is nothing special about it.

The main reason why this room attracts Pandora is that it is locked all the time. Even if you go in to organize things or do something else, you must lock the door in the room, as if there are any vicious monsters in that room at any time. It will roar and run out from inside.

And later Ming set up an alarm here, which made Pandora even more curious.

The more parents don't want you to do something, the more they want to do it. This is one of the basic characteristics of bear children.

Unfortunately, Pandora is a well-deserved brat, and this brat caught up with a uniquely good time today, and stepped on the siren all the way to break open the door lock and go in leisurely.

...Don't ask me how the little girl broke the door lock, you have to know that every brat has a few tricks that need to be kept from their parents.

Then little Pandora finally entered the room she had been fantasizing about.

... To tell the truth, this room is extremely plain, with no new decoration, and it is even no better than an ordinary lounge.

The little girl decided not to bother with the plain decoration of the room. She came in to see what things her father didn't want her to see.

Pandora was still barefoot, bouncing around on the cold floor, looking at the things on the table while walking, there were scarlet long swords and black shields, and some unknown things packed like a can. The famous animal cub specimens also have high imitation skeleton models, there are the king's scepter and the beggar's bamboo stick, there are crystal clear crystals and black stones... All kinds of strange things are put together and piled up scribbled In this small room, illuminated by soft white lighting.

It is not so much a room as it is a long and narrow corridor with counters on both sides and a road in the middle.

Both sides of the road are filled with various items engraved with history, and people walking in it seem to be walking in the rushing time.

Little Pandora was at a loss, there was nothing strange in it... Why didn't Dad let her in before?

—Because "before" is not yet the time.

Although the road is long, there is always an end. Pandora looked east and west all the way, and finally came to the end of the promenade.

At the end is a small open area - the cabinet is no longer surrounded in all directions, only a small booth is placed in the very center.

It's not so much a display stand as it is a book reading table, with a book spread out on top of the table at a perfect 45-degree angle.

Pandora walked over with a yawn. What she saw along the way basically completely extinguished her enthusiasm for this room.

Seeing the open book, Pandora didn't think much about it, she walked over and prepared to flip through it.

But the little girl doesn't seem to realize a very important question:

This reading platform is really too short.

It is obviously just right to use it to read books at the height of Pandora, but if this height is applied to Ming, it is really too inappropriate.

——You can’t tell him to squat down and read a book, can you?

Pandora's cerebellum didn't think too much, and looked at the book with the last trace of anticipation.

It was a collection of poems that looked relatively new.The paper used for the pages is of good quality, hard and slippery to the touch, and the color is bright white.Pandora turned to the cover and looked at it. It was made of hard shell paper, bright red in color.There was black ink on the corner of the book firmly seeping into it, Pandora lowered her head and smelled it, and there was a fresh smell of ink - this book looked like it had just been printed.

Unlearned and incompetent? Everyday life is a mess? Bear child? Pandora stared at the pile of strokes in the corner of the book, and it took a long time to recognize that they were two handwritten cursive names: Sibyl&Moses.

"Sibyl&Moses...Siby...Thin...Tin Foil...Hippo? Moses...The Last Four...Moses...Moses? What a strange name..." Pandora spent a long time trying to spell these two Words, after a lot of tossing, she realized sadly that she hadn't picked up a pen to write for a long time, even if it was her own name, she might have to spell it for a long time... The bear child looked ashamed to death.

"What a strange book..." Pandora muttered, attracted by the little book that was placed alone, and began to read it carefully.

If Pandora's history was better, or her understanding of the world was richer, she would be able to understand what she was holding in her hand in just a split second.

The Sybyl Prophecies—or, the Oracle Books.

A collection of prophecies compiled by Pandora's favorite Aunt Sybil, who has not appeared for some reason for a long time.

In the legends of later generations, Sibyl was the most famous prophetess in the human empire in ancient times, and she was also a rare priest with records.According to the stories of later generations, she and the sage Moses co-edited nine volumes of oracle collections, and tried to sell them to the emperor of the largest human empire at that time. She was rejected the first two times, and she burned three volumes each time she was rejected, and then sold the rest at the original price. part.In the end, there were only three volumes of oracle collections, which were bought by another emperor at a high price and treasured with a lot of money.

But in fact, this thing is only Sybil's idea from beginning to end. Moses—that is, Yan—believes that fate is something after Sybil's death, and wants her to compile the so-called prophecy book together with a magic stick?How can it be.

Moreover, there are not as many as nine volumes of prophecy books. Sybil did not finish writing three volumes until before she died, one of which was handed over to Ming ahead of time to be sealed, and the other two were reduced to ashes in Luocheng's church with her. ——Maybe the broken pages will fall to some corner of the kingdom of the dead?Who knows.

In the end, it never occurred to Sybil to sell books of prophecy.

——A prophecy is only useful if it is seen by the right person at the right time, at the right place, so why auction it?The prophetess is not short of money.

As for what is the right time, the right place, the right person?

The little black-haired girl was holding a book with a red cover, reading it intently.

- This is the right time, the right place, the right person.

[To a certain extent, Sybil and Hades are the same way. 】

[Even if people like them die, they can continue to make trouble and make trouble. 】

The periphery of the original country, the battlefield.

When Yan cut off the fallen angel's head, the three men on the black iron city wall were fighting fiercely.

Yan waited and watched for a while, and was stopped by someone just as he was about to go up to help.

She stared at the golden-red eyes, and the man in front of her looked like a nobleman with his enchanting purple curly hair, and his smile was gentle and elegant.

Also inexplicably a little embarrassed.

Yan looked at him, adhering to the belief that "every second on the battlefield is precious", and became impatient.

"What's the matter? Get out of here quickly, Sisaobao."

Yan complained mercilessly. After staying in Ananta for so many years, she not only learned to have a black belly, but also a poisonous tongue.

There was not even a slight fluctuation on Ming's face, obviously Yan's current skill was nothing to him: "You want to go over and help? What's the use?"

For the first time ever, when he spoke to Yan, there was deep contempt in his tone.

"I don't know exactly what it will do, but I know that the probability of beating him can be doubled." Yan looked at him indifferently.

"—Double?" Ming suddenly showed that coquettish smile that he was useful again, as if amused by something, "Is doubling useful?"

Before Yan could question him angrily, Ming suddenly spat out a series of words. At this time, he was neither elegant nor noble at all, not at all like his usual self:

"—So what if the winning rate is doubled? You can destroy his body, but can you tear his soul? Even if you can tear his soul, you can also smash his will. ' The guy disappears from the world completely?"

Ming stared straight at her, that gaze was enough to pierce all curtains and reveal the truth underneath.

It's stuck.

—she couldn't do it.

Not only her, maybe Yuan is not sure to do this.

——To completely wipe out "Chu" from this world.

It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't.

Because the man swallowed by darkness is really too strong, strong enough to become an endless nightmare situation.

What if you kill him?To sacrifice the lives of all of them to complete this matter, and then in the short time when they have not yet recovered, let the fully recovered Demon King complete what he wanted without hindrance?

No...it's not worth it.

"Everyone is desperate to destroy his body and shred his soul. This is a good plan, but it's not enough..." Ming said slowly, "We must at least guarantee one thing: in all of us Man cannot be resurrected until he is resurrected and fully recovered—never before us! All we have to do is delay his resurrection."

Yan looked at him as if looking at a stranger.

"I'm really not used to you looking so upright and awe-inspiring, like a 'just fighter'." She said softly, "But... I think I'd like to hear your plan."

"That's really great." Ming said.

——What exactly do I want to do?Standing on the side of "justice" to make suggestions and help them defeat the evil big devil?

——No, no, no... Hades was right when he said that I'm just a director sitting in the audience.

——Looking at the repertoire of the actors on the stage, loving and being loved, hating and being loved, fate and struggle... This is really a very interesting thing.

——Hey, dear, do you want to come and watch with me?