The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

"It turned out to be here!"

"why are you laughing."

The banshee frowned puzzled.

What's so funny about dying.

"I'm happy."

"What's there to be happy about?"

"The worst case scenario didn't happen. Of course I'm happy, even if I die."

Mu En's eyes were brighter than ever before, and her expression was full of excitement that was not faked at all.

This is natural, because what Mu En is most afraid of is that the figure in the foreseeing dream...is the senior sister.

It's not that I'm afraid that I will really die at the hands of my senior, but I'm afraid that my senior will really eat my heart and be infected with this filthy filth.

It now appears that none of that will happen.

The person who predicts dreams is a banshee.

Although he was still in a desperate situation as if he had predicted the scene in his dream, and his heart would be dug out and eaten by the banshee in the next moment, Mu En still felt sincerely happy.

However, this sincere joy, in the eyes of the Banshee, is somewhat unusual.

Do normal people laugh before dying?

"Are you crazy?"

The banshee narrowed her eyes.

As a believer of Silent Moon, she naturally also has spiritual abilities, hinting being one of them.

So with just a little perception, she knew that Mu En was not crazy.

It's not crazy...and why is there such a strange behavior?

When something goes wrong, there must be a demon, especially when it comes to the son of a duke who keeps showing his cards!

And...he just said, not the worst ending...

The banshee stood up suddenly and looked around carefully.

The neighborhood shrouded in darkness was silent. At this moment, even the fight between the Silent Ones and the Moon Beasts in the distance stopped for the time being.

But this tranquility made the banshee even more uneasy. She was always vigilant and had to make several preparations, but at this moment she felt that the situation was suddenly out of her control.

She looked down at Mu En, and asked sharply, "What cards do you have?!"

"A hole card?"

Mu En was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and said: "Of course I have a hole card, but do you think I will tell you?"

Not a lie.

The banshee immediately recognized that what Mu En said was not a lie.

"Foreign aid? Props? Or... is there an ambush?"

Mu En was trapped in place by the moon himself, unable to move, let alone break free, that is to say...his hole card came from outside!

The banshee felt more and more that there was something hidden in the shadows of the street, or that something was approaching!

"No, I won't let you succeed!"

The banshee's eyes suddenly darkened, she looked at Mu En with a sneer and said:

"Who do you think I am, I have already prepared for it, I will never let anyone disturb my meal!"

As she spoke, she suddenly spat out a small ball, and threw it on the ground casually.

In an instant, thick black mist diffused from it, gradually turning into a semicircular fog cover, covering an area with a radius of ten meters.

"This is……"

"This is a prop given to me by the moon pro, an absolutely isolated place evolved from part of his authority, the fog of the dark moon!"

The banshee said frantically, "The dark mist will cover up all auras and seal all perceptions, and those who trespass will also get lost in the mist, turning this area into a dead place that no one can enter!"

"Cover all aura? Close all perception?"

Mu En was stunned for a moment, and suddenly her face became a little strange, "May I ask, does everything you said... include the power of the gods?"

"of course."

The banshee sneered, "Even if a few god-fated people are fighting here, the outside world will not notice it at all, so you don't have to worry about asking for help."

"That's it."

Mu En's expression became even weirder. After a while, he suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Miss Banshee, I thought you were a complete bad person before, but now I realize I was wrong."

"Ok?"

"At first, I wanted to be desperate and play self-exposure, but you didn't hesitate to take out such a precious treasure at the bottom of the box to prevent my self-exposure. This true feeling really moved me." At this moment, Mu En wanted to wipe away the tears of emotion.

The banshee was getting more and more confused.

But at this moment, the uneasiness in her heart did not subside in the slightest, but became more intense.

I have closed the inside and outside, why do I still feel this way?

"do not care!"

The banshee's silver teeth are urgent, so she decides to kill Mu En first.

But when her hand was reaching for Mu En's heart...

The sun has risen.

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Like a sun rising.

The blazing red flame, carrying an infinite scorching and destructive aura, suddenly burst out from Mu En's body.

In the depths of his skin, the monster fingerprints ignited again, like hot lava.

The rainwater flowing on the ground was evaporated in an instant, and the fog of the dark moon shrouded here surged violently as if meeting a natural enemy.

"what--"

The banshee's eyes widened subconsciously, and her mind was still unable to turn around from this sudden change. Under the bright light, her alluring pretty face appeared a little pale and delicate.

At this time, a big hand, freed from the shackles of the shadow, protruded from the red flames, and grabbed her neck.

"It's very kind of you to be so cautious, Miss Banshee."

Mu En raised her head, stared at the banshee, and said sarcastically:

"No, it should be said that I am timid. After many calculations, it turned out to be a big favor to me. Are you happy?"

"Why... the flame of the Blight King? Moon Campbell—you?"

As a believer in the moon, the Banshee naturally recognized the breath of a deadly enemy immediately, but the more she knew the origin of this power, the more she couldn't believe it.

Moon Campbell... turned out to be an evil believer?

This famous son of the duke, who was born as a top person, turned out to be a follower of the King of Withering?

"Don't get me wrong, I don't believe in that big eye, this is just an extremely equivalent transaction."

Seeing through the banshee's thoughts at a glance, Mu En showed a wicked smile.

Looking at it this way, it looks more like the villain Huang Mao, who is bullying innocent girls.

"trade?"

The banshee was stunned, and she subconsciously looked into Mu En's eyes.

At this moment, those eyes are no longer the deep light blue like a lake, but red like a flame. In the center of the red, several vortices like black holes are slowly rotating. Around those black holes, Layers of corona-like ripples are scattered, like thousands of rays intertwined, revealing the ultimate majesty.

Just being stared at by those eyes, the banshee felt like her soul was burning. The extreme pain even made her forget that she was being humiliated by someone grabbing her neck like a chicken, and her body trembled unconsciously. stand up.

And this almost overwhelming level gap finally made her realize that Mu En's power was fundamentally different from her own.

Also from evil god.

It is also the power obtained by trading something with the evil god.

But Mu En's body is not like her, which is the low-level power of mercy and charity after offering everything with countless beliefs and prayers.

But—God's Fate!

It is a partial manifestation of the authority of the gods, and it represents the walking on the ground of the gods themselves. It is like running water, endless, and the power of endless laws.

From the perspective of force, she crushed her, the priest who claimed to be the closest to the moon, by several levels.

but.

Will evil gods also favor ordinary humans?

This kind of thing is unheard of in the history of mankind!

The Banshee couldn't understand.

But she knew that if she continued like this, she would die.

"No! I can't just die like this! No!"

The banshee suddenly struggled fiercely. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she got rid of Mu En's restraint, twisted, crawled, and escaped from Mu En.

"No, I have not received the eternal life promised by the great moon, how could I die!"

The banshee crawled and crawled on the ground, ignoring that the tiny red flames had penetrated under the scales of her body, and began to burn her flesh and blood wantonly.

With a wow, the banshee suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

She lowered her head blankly, looking at herself reflected in the pool of blood.

That seductive pretty face was already as pale as paper, and the messy hair was stained on his forehead with sweat, looking extremely embarrassed.

But what is even more frightening is her eyes, those snake pupils that can bring endless fear, are no longer cold at this moment, because the starlight of the fire gradually lights up in her pupils, just like the twinkling lights in the summer night firefly.

It is not beautiful at all, but has an indescribable meaning of death.

The flames were already burning her soul.

"Don't...don't!"

Feeling the burning pain from the soul, the banshee raised her head in horror, looked up at the sky that had been covered by the black mist, and prayed devoutly.

"Moon, great moon, please save me, please give me enough strength..."

"I am your most loyal believer, I am willing to give everything for you, please save me..."

"Soul, I can still give my soul, as long as you can save me, my soul can also be sacrificed to you..."

The banshee widened her eyes expectantly and kept praying.

She knew that the dark mist from the moon could not cover the moon's own vision, so as long as the moon cast her sight again, all problems would no longer be problems.

Even if Mu En Campbell has the divine favor of the withered king, even if it is a divine favor, how can it be worth the god's personal action?

So, as long as the moon can cast its gaze over me for a moment, just for a moment, I can...

"It seems that you have been abandoned."

Mu En didn't know when she came to the banshee's side, and took a good look at her embarrassed face.

"That moon is as cowardly as you, and at the moment it is hard to protect itself, how could it possibly save you?"

"nonsense!"

The banshee roared furiously,

"I'm the priest under the moon seat, I'm his most devout believer, I'm an existence promised eternal life by him, how could the moon abandon me, how could—"

Before the words fell, the banshee's roar stopped abruptly.

She suddenly felt cold.