"I said. When will this end?" Yi Cha coughed and said. "The process of your card is endless."
"oh……"
The lawyer at the end paused. He seemed to be observing intently. There was a hint of disbelief in his tone. "I'm waiting for you to get sick. This is a normal process."
He paused again and finally explained, "The judgment of [result] is up to you. You are the target of [result]."
"Okay." Icha said. "Can I think that when I judge that you can no longer achieve the [result], you will be considered a failure. Your turn will end."
"That's right. But why do you say that? It's also possible that I achieved the [result] right away."
The End Lawyers remain confident and their spirits are high—but the heights have diminished. "Since I can still move, it means that based on your own situation, you judge that I still have a chance, a big chance. You can't deny it."
He stretched out his fuzzy red head. "Tell me, are you feeling very uncomfortable?"
Yicha remained silent, took off the crystal cup on his body, and carefully browsed the cards on the table of Ke Qier, the representative of the emotion of "Fear".
Each placeholder has a card in front of him.
After reading Keqier's book, he flapped his wings and flew towards the amplitude of 300. He simply landed on the rim of the bottle, which seemed very spacious to him, and raised his arms.
squeak.
[Surprise] Under the table with the logo of the emotional camp, a metal card stood facing him blankly.
He looked at the card without saying a word.
"You don't need these yet. I'm playing the cards of your emotional camp, and there are no placeholders that require [response]."
The end lawyer didn't let Cha Qing go. "Our conversation just now was in full swing, why did you suddenly stop answering my questions?"
"Aha. I know."
He immediately asked and answered himself, and clenched a red fist proudly. "Your mood is very messy, and you are doing things non-stop to cover up this feeling. I know that some material creatures and energy creatures have this habit. You have begun to be affected by emotions and have a heart disease."
"Ah. Is that so? The second best angel, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Amplitude 300 had also been looking at Yi Cha with concern, and now he was buzzing worriedly as if he was awakened.
to finish looking at the cards in front of him.
No words were answered.
He flapped his wings, jumped up, and began to fly in a slow circle above all the emotional representatives.
The colorful light flowing in the "sensitive weather" shines on him, is refracted and sifted by the angel's white feathers, and filters out thousands of fluctuating light spots on the entire table, like a dream.
"Procrastination serves no purpose!"
The finishing lawyer didn't wait for a few seconds, raised his head and shouted to him. "Be overwhelmed by emotions you have never felt before! This is much more unbearable than any overlap of points, collapse of lines, and misalignment of surfaces!"
"So, why do you know this?" Yi Cha suddenly hovered in the air and said.
"Your voice...woo!"
Amplitude 300 screamed in surprise.
Cha's voice did change.
In his demonic state, his voice is like a smoldering blue fire with a steel core. When using the angel body, it is like a cold and blunt spine polished with emery. Plain and simple, occasionally showing strength, most of the time watching with indifference.
Now his voice has obviously become hotter, mixed with a little irritability and severity, full of edges and pressure.
A suffocation.
The flow of "sensitive weather" has stopped. Amplitude 300 also looked confused. The lawyer at the end choked.
"You shouldn't feel any emotions in this. You can feel no more than three kinds at most - the secret joy of getting benefits, the solemn heart of making rules, and the boredom caused by contempt for all things. Even more than me. few."
He looked down at the bright red figure with his face, his eyes were like cones, and his face had flashes of light and shadow, and it was uncertain. "Why are you able to say these things?"
"Just... haha!"
The lawyer at the end seemed to be about to explain, but immediately stopped and started laughing.
"Your attitude has completely changed, your state has changed. Emotion has eaten away at your soul. You feel angry, don't you?"
He leaned forward and backward, and clapped his hands together several times. "You finally feel angry. Anger at the actions you don't agree with, and fear at the existence you can't understand. That's me! Because of my existence!"
"Under the 'sensitive weather', I can still bring you many, many... many, many emotions that you have never felt, experienced, and have no defense against..."
The lawyer at the end of the line shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the light.
"Horror! Shame! Annoyance! Powerless! Feeling ashamed!"
"How will your mind, which has never suffered any torture, endure this?"
He had laughed enough and became leisurely and contented.
Raising his hand, he picked up the fourth narrow-mouth bottle.
"Yes, you hid your angel friend, but he still needs timely energy replenishment and treatment, otherwise he will still lose his life slowly. Doesn't thinking of this make you worried?
You now have the ability to worry. Looking at your other two companions, thinking that I have used them so cruelly, how can you not be filled with righteous indignation now?
You must feel sore and uncomfortable in your chest...that feeling is called 'sympathy'. "
"Not to mention the memories."
The terminal lawyer gracefully flicked the cork off the flask. "All the troubled memories you have had will come back to your mind, and those things you couldn't feel before will be returned to you a hundred times or a thousand times."
"You're right. I can't feel this at all. So what?"
The blurry red figure shook the narrow-mouth bottle. "Do I have to learn how to step on the wheel myself, personally guide clients in the office, and personally understand the principles of chip upgrades? It's like you said. I just need to understand how it can be exploited. This is enough to make me secretly happy."
"I like your summary very much. The boredom of others, my solemnity... You are right, you really see my essence."
He smiled softly, took the narrow-mouth bottle closer, put it under a bump on his head and smelled it, then raised his head as if he remembered something. "'Severe illness'. [The result] seems to be achieved. The disease will spread from your heart to the whole body. You will die easily, and the four points on the card will be added to your plate." inside.
Allow me to be hypocritically curious, what kind of trouble do you have? First of all, I guess it's attention disorder, after all, what you have to think about now is probably going to fill your head..."
"What are you holding in your hand now?" Yi Cha's voice interrupted him.
"Ha. This?"
The lawyer at the end looked at the narrow-mouth bottle in his hand. Inside was some kind of silver liquid that looked unusually familiar.
"Piety forces me to tell you. It makes me happy to think that this will make you more uncomfortable..."
The red crack on his face became bigger and bigger. The lawyer at the end of the line shook the bottle towards Yi Cha. The silver liquid inside was clear and swayed back and forth. "This is the blood of your compatriots. The blood of angels—from another Seraph. Maybe you are on good terms."
"Oh. Really? What's the use of it?"
"It's no use. It's no use."
The lawyer at the end of the line waved his hand, smiled and raised the narrow-mouth bottle close to the slit on his face. "I'm just preparing to celebrate my victory."
