“That is, the ability of language to become reality.”
"On the face of it, this is a fantastic ability."
"All your wishes come true, your dreams come true," Mo Xiaojing turned back and looked at the dim sky in the distance.
"In ancient records, such people are known as the focus of spiritual power."
"The center of the world."
"One who honors."
"Or, destiny." Mo Xiaojing counted out those extremely noble titles one by one, but his expression was as cold as ice.
"And to me, it's synonymous with nightmare."
"In "Yueyi's Notes", the sage Yueyi's explanation of Yanling is."
"Use your own spiritual power to guide the operation of this world. Thereby changing the trajectory of destiny and getting the results you ultimately want."
"The vast majority of spirit talkers have abilities that are acquired innately. Of course, some people can acquire them through learning."
"Actually, if you think about it, all saints can have the power to turn words into reality, but in fact, no one does this."
As Mo Xiaojing spoke, she couldn't help but sneer slightly: "Those who are born with the power of speech and spirit are without exception geniuses with extraordinary talents. When they are just born, they often have spirits that can rival the peak magisters. force."
"However." Mo Xiaojing softly spit out the turning point.
The black-haired president's eyes were cold: "None of them can live beyond twenty."
"There is only one cause of death, death from spiritual exhaustion."
His Highness continued to be silent, seeming to be listening and thinking.
"Because no one can resist this god-like ability. When you have it, you are the real king, and you can turn the world upside down with just one sentence."
"However, the spiritual power required to use the word spirit must be paid by the caster himself."
"So, all the users of word spirits will die young in the end."
Mo Xiaojing said lightly, turned around and looked directly into the clear, flame-colored eyes of His Highness: "I don't know how you got here."
"I don't know the reason and purpose of your coming here."
"I don't even know your real name."
"Or, your race and identity."
"But." The student president said this single-syllable word softly.
The student president extended his right hand to her and knelt down on one knee. This was the knight's salute to the princess: "None of this is important. I just want to watch you live a peaceful life instead of following us and getting involved in big and small things." Small incidents, thereby intentionally or unintentionally using your miraculous ability."
Mo Xiaojing raised his eyes and continued to look into her flame-colored eyes.
"So, I hope you will withdraw from the Late Summer Friends Club from today on."
"Don't worry about that child." He said sincerely: "Of course I can convince her."
He looked at the person in front of him and made his final promise.
"I will protect the people you care about on your behalf. You just need to do what you did before."
Mo Xiaojing said softly:
"Just watch calmly and watch all this happen."
His Highness the Third Highness blinked his flaming eyes. Her flaming eyes were as red as crystal, with a hint of strangeness in their calmness:
"Sure enough, you are a special being."
The girl looked at the boy kneeling on one knee in front of her. She was not tall, so even if the boy in front of her kneeled down, he could still reach her shoulders.
"But I'm sorry." This girl replied.
She shook her head calmly: "I refuse."
"Why?"
"Because, since I met them." The girl carefully considered the words, trying to explain to the people in front of her through words that she was not good at:
"For the first time, I felt my presence."
"Before this, I was like a ghost wandering on the edge of this world." She struggled to find the most suitable word in her vocabulary: "I can see the world, and the world can see me."
"However, there seems to be a thick curtain between me and the world."
“Within reach, yet thousands of miles apart.”
"It's like a phoenix that has been frozen for thousands of years, pierced by a bronze spear through the ice." Mo Xiaojing chuckled, stood up from the ground, and sang a ballad-like sentence in his mouth: "It's like being imprisoned by a ghost. The queen of the palace has a golden key that opens the silver vault."
"The first feathers spread out with the luster of ice and snow, and the first ray of sunlight enters with warm tones."
"It's like, new life."
"As if, wake up." Mo Xiaojing seemed to be meditating on an ancient ballad, with a beautiful and frustrated tone: "Really? Your Highness?"
His Highness lowered his head, and his red hair hung down like a flame, covering his eyes. "perhaps."
"I seemed to be sleeping in the previous years, until the boy handed me the silver lantern."
"I opened my mouth to say thank you for the first time since I was born. It seemed that my soul woke up at that moment, my heart opened, and I truly became me."
Then His Highness the Third Highness raised his head, his fiery red eyes as hard as glass: "So, I refuse to go back."
"Get back to where you were before."
"Even if I disappear in the next moment." This beautiful girl who seemed to have no emotions said firmly in front of the boy:
"At least, at this moment, I'm living here."
She confirmed softly: "So, I won't regret it."
A very light laugh, with good-natured mockery.
Mo Xiaojing's laughter.
He inserted one hand into the black hair, hiding the expression on his face. He smiled inexplicably, but he smiled happily: "As expected, I like you, Your Highness."
The boy said softly: "If it weren't for it, and it has been confirmed that you are not of that race, I might really admit my mistake."
"Nihuang?" the girl whispered.
She spoke the forbidden name again, but the world turned a blind eye to her: "I have the physical signs of that race, but I don't have any power of that race."
She hesitated: "I'm also curious, who am I?"
"Don't you have parents?" Mo Xiaojing was surprised: "I'm afraid it's difficult for the hidden people to know some of the knowledge you have. Have you really never received the teachings of your parents? Or did you get these in the academy?" knowledgeable?"
"Part of it is the books I am reading now." The girl explained seriously: "But more of it is the things I remembered when I appeared here."
"I know a lot of things, a lot of things that others don't know, but none of them are about me."
"I don't know who I am."
"Where does it come from."
"What to do again."
“I didn’t know who I was, where I came from, and what I was going to do.”
Then the red-haired girl, the vice president of the student union, calmly concluded: "I can't think about where I come from because I have no clue."
After saying this, the beautiful girl raised her head with firm eyes: "There is more."
"I'm going to show you something."
As she spoke, the girl in black mage robe stretched out her left arm.
She stretched out her left arm and raised her slender left arm with a wide black sleeve. The girl's expression showed a little fear, but more of determination.
Then came the black smoke.
The dissipating smoke.
Right in front of Mo Xiaojing, the raised left arm slowly disintegrated and disappeared, just like the thick black mist emitted by burning moist charcoal condensed into the shape of an arm.
But it's not over yet. The smoke continues to dissipate until it turns into a very light shadow. The other end of the shadow is connected to the body of this beautiful girl.
It was obviously an extremely weird scene, even somewhat terrifying.
Her arm disappeared like this, but the girl who lost one arm calmly looked at the boy in front of her. She didn't even glance at the missing arm, but looked at him seriously: "I am obviously the same as you."
“You can eat fresh food and breathe the air around you.”
"But, inside my body, I don't have any of the flesh and blood you have."
"I can breathe or not breathe."
"I can eat or not eat."
The Third Prince said with a little confusion and more calmness: "I have destroyed my body, but under this layer of skin."
The girl spoke like this:
"I'm empty."
