The two losers in the arena attacked each other. They couldn't bear the torture of loneliness and enjoyed the pain of the battle. On the platform on the second floor, Jin Yuan captured the figures of the two elves. She had been in this world for a while. , and also integrated into the unique culture of this place.
Life here is as cheap as a plastic flower, with blood flowing. The young man on the side is wearing a white soft robe. He looked at Jin Yuan and said in a lazy tone: "Aren't you afraid of their pursuit?"
"Them?" Jin Yuan turned sideways, blinked her eyes, and tapped her beautiful eyelashes in mid-air. She seemed to smile, with a little contempt, "Then, what do you think I should pay attention to?"
"Looking at what you mean, you seem to be ready to do whatever you want here." The young man was suspended in the air, smiling very nicely. He grabbed a piece of chalk soil in his hand, then placed it quietly in front of him, and blew hard. Gray-white particles flowed in the air, and the light and shadow in the arena became blurred. In the darkness, the bloody armored knights poked their heads out of the sky. They waved the weapons in their hands silently, and the sharp light split the sky. , seems to be announcing the coming of something.
Jin Yuan was still leaning on the railing, eyes narrowed slightly, but when the wind and sand swept over, the hostility was shattered into a ball of fine viscous fluid, which flowed across the young man's body like running water. At this time, her There is only a hole left in my heart, a hole that I don't know about. This hole penetrates into the bone marrow and is cold to the depths of the soul.
She was walking in her own world, at a boring pace.
"What, you want to take care of me?"
"This is my place, and I am responsible." The young man smiled, very small and very polite.
Jin Yuan couldn't feel the surging emotions in this world. She was an outsider, holding a sharp blade and chopping in the stuck space and time in front of her. She didn't know how destructive she would be. She was like a child, calmly expressing her wishes. .
There was no movement of earth shattering, and even the arena was not damaged in any way. However, the manager in soft robes looked unusually serious:
Since there is [Twilight of the Gods], we must first have the concept of [God]. Just like the identity of the Imperial Cemetery is based on the Four Kingdoms, the focus of Jinyuan lies in the residence of [God], she [Things outside things] are causing harm to [Things outside things], and no one knows what the so-called consequences of this will be;
However, for this arena, [God] is a very distant thing. They are all passers-by and do not need to be responsible for the long-term development of this moment. As long as they win the bid, complete the project, take the money and leave, who needs to take care of these houses? Who is responsible for the subsequent maintenance?
Jin Yuan is here to play, and he is about the same;
He came to listen to music.
Yes, the rise and fall of this place has nothing to do with me.
The boy in the soft robe was singing, singing the songs he heard, most of which came from the composer, from this deaf and blind troubadour.
There is no doubt that they are all good songs, otherwise they would not have captivated this person who came here specifically to listen to the songs and sing them over and over again.
It is true that he is a person of great ability and likes the composer, but the tragic experience of the composer will not attract him to take action. After all, such a beautiful song is a parasite that eats the flesh and blood of the composer.
The same goes for Jin Yuan. The game she plays needs to be supported by someone who abides by the rules.
