Mu Zhen kept wandering and searching, but felt confused.
Why do you want to see him
To express gratitude
Still out of helplessness and fear, she suddenly thought of this idea and shook her head.
He is a strong-willed hunter and has long been able to face all dangers and difficulties alone.
Moreover, he is about to avenge his mourning family and rebuild his glory.
She said to herself: "I just want to express my gratitude and want to know more about the Tower of Babel."
Yes, everything about the Tower of Babel made Mu Zhen very curious.
This mysterious organization manipulated her to do many things, but it itself has always been hidden in the black fog, making it invisible and intangible.
It's as if it doesn't actually exist, but everyone knows that this is impossible.
Before she knew it, she had reached the roof of the teaching building, looking down at the students coming and going in the school.
Suddenly, a male voice sounded.
"Ye Ren is you, right, classmate Mu Zhen."
Mu Zhen was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw a young man with his hands in his pockets, wearing a purple striped suit and a big smiley face mask.
He also held a black magic cane in his hand, and his intuition told Mu Zhen that both this man and the magic cane were dangerous.
"Demons Bureau?"
Mu Zhen's expression did not change, and he stretched out his hand to hold the dark cross on his fair neck.
Aaron smiled under the smiley mask, turned the magic cane in his hand, and said: "Yes, for your breaking of the 'Principle of Mystery', it is necessary for the Anti-Demon Bureau to invite you over."
"I hope to avoid fighting. After all, it is really difficult to control the balance in a fight of the same level."
"I can't leave with you."
Mu Zhen shook his head calmly, refused, and then took off the black cross. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a heavy, dark cross sword.
"That's it. What a pity. I didn't want to fight against the lady."
"However, your answer is indeed what I expected."
Aaron stopped talking, but his eyes became more serious.
Even though the two sides may not be real enemies, and may even be opponents of the cult group, their different positions determine that this battle is inevitable.
Battles in the real world are different from games and anime. Unless the strength gap between the two sides is too great and one side is strong enough to completely control the situation, it is simply impossible to stop the fight in the middle of the fight.
In other words, one of the two of them is likely to fall here!
Suddenly, Mu Zhen heard a familiar voice in his mind.
[Ye Ren, you are about to be summoned.]
She felt that everything around her was fragmented, and everything was turned into basic particles and then rebuilt again. After a slight pause, she understood that she was about to arrive at the Tower of Babel.
Savior, he wants to summon me
From Aaron's perspective, a thick black mist suddenly appeared and enveloped Mu Zhen's body in the blink of an eye.
"Don't run!"
He raised his hand and shot several magic flying knives, but they passed through the black mist directly after touching it, completely unable to affect everything in the black mist, as if it was already in a different dimension.
"Is this the power of the Master of Babel?"
Aaron was confused for a while. After seeing the black fog gradually disappear, he raised his hand and the magic flying knife automatically returned to his hand.
"Now, I'm a little glad that Bai Yan is no longer in school."
Aaron was lost in thought. Mu Zhen clearly had some purpose in revisiting his old place. It would be terrible if the members of the Tower of Babel, who were hard to distinguish between good and evil, were not good for him.
—
"hateful!"
Any relic comes with a price, and the "Twisting Bronze-Headed Belt" is no exception.
Maryse was sitting on the bed and eating non-stop. A large number of snack packages were unpacked by the maid Yiwen, and the food inside was handed over helplessly.
She felt hungry, really hungry, very, very hungry, and she couldn't get enough.
It's caused by the cost of the copper-tipped belt.
Maryse desperately stuffed her mouth with biscuits, ice cream, chocolate, jelly, dry noodles, popcorn, marshmallows...
"Aren't you going to get fat?" Yiwen couldn't help but ask.
She recently weighed 100 pounds and was forced to eat diet salads.
Maryse stuffed the sausage into her mouth and replied casually: "No, elves can easily maintain their figure. Slenderness is one of our racial characteristics. What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing." Yiwen tilted her head and pouted unhappily.
[You are not afraid of eating whatever you want. It’s so abominable. I curse you to have small breasts in a hundred years!]
Maryse was stunned for a moment and said angrily: "Damn, you're actually jealous of me! I'm going to pinch you and eat my dragon's hand!"
She raised her hands and rushed forward to catch him, but Yiwen, who had quick hands and quick eyes, held down her little head with one hand. She was unable to move forward in the same place, and her two little arms were dangling like cat claws.
Yiwen's hair was covered with black lines and she said helplessly: "You should be more at ease, my lovely elf lady. Alas, but I really envy your long life and adolescence."
"The long-lived race is truly a very special existence. The more I think about it, the more I envy them."
Egwene could only say these words to Maryse. If they were said publicly in this elf family, it would be an act of disrespect.
[After a hundred years, I won’t be able to accompany you, Maryse...]
Maryse was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "Actually, you can do it if you want to extend your life. Even if you are just an ordinary person, there are ways."
Yiwen was silent for a while, shook her head, and said, "Don't do too many unnecessary things for me."
[What should I do? She wants to pay for me, but I, damn it, damn it, I have to control my heart, but I am still so touched, and I even want to agree.]
Yiwen immediately stepped back and said, "Don't listen blindly. I'm just a little confused about what I said and what I meant."
Maryse was about to say something, but at this moment, a thick black mist suddenly rose.
Ewen was shocked as she saw the black mist enveloping Maryse. She immediately ran over and subconsciously stretched out her hand to catch her.
But the palm passed directly through it.
"Is it the power of the master of the Tower of Babel again? Maryse, where have you been?"
Ewen thought of the explanation given by Maryse and felt a little relieved, but seeing the little girl in front of her disappearing still made her heart twitch.
"I will wait for your return."
[Soul Dancer, you are about to be summoned.]
Everything fell apart in front of Maryse's eyes. She wanted to grab Ewen's hand, but she couldn't touch anything at all.
—
The stars in the night sky are twinkling, and the living constellations are constantly changing.
"Where is this?"
"Savior?"
The two girls' voices sounded at the same time, and they quickly looked at each other.
Mu Zhen saw the little girl across the table wearing a white cat mask, with golden sand-like hair, and a petite and cute figure.
It's her, the "soul dancer"!
Mu Zhen immediately recognized who the other party was.
The girl in Maryse's eyes was wearing a white dog mask, with obvious features of her obscene body and white hair, which made her realize that the person sitting opposite was the "Night Blade".
The two girls felt relieved when they saw familiar people, but what they saw in front of them shocked them beyond measure!
This is an extremely magical place, like an ancient ruins. The stars are bright in the night sky, and the constellations are constantly moving as if they are alive.
There are dynamic murals on the surrounding walls, performing ancient heroic epics. Everything makes them feel their own insignificance.
But what concerned the two people sitting on both sides of the long table most was not the magical environment around them, but the man sitting at the head of the long table, sitting on the throne of the night sky.
His whole body was wrapped in thick mist, and his entire body was hidden in a black cloak, making it impossible to see his true appearance.
A special sense of oppression emanated from the man's side, as if there was a special invisible connection between the two, making both Mu Zhen and Maryse hold their breath subconsciously.
This man is the owner of the Tower of Babel, the savior
Maryse thought to herself, her small hands gradually clenched.
OK, I finally saw this big pig’s trotters!
Then she was afraid that if her soul was peered into, she would be doomed.
But it’s really nice to scold him!
Maryse suddenly realized something.
Her psychic powers failed!
There is something invisible that completely blocks it. Not only can she not hear the "Savior"'s voice at the moment, she can't hear the "Night Blade" either!
How can this be
Maryse was completely unbelievable. Her spiritual power had the highest priority among similar powers, and her family could not find a way to resist it even though they tried their best!
For her, the current situation is really a very special experience. The spiritual power that has been effective since she was a child has just disappeared.
It was as if she had suddenly lost her sense of smell, which made Maryse feel very uncomfortable.
Mu Zhen stood up on his own initiative, placed one hand on his peak-like chest and bowed.
"If my guess is correct, you should be the savior of the Tower of Babel and our master."
Maryse silently watched the development of the matter without speaking. She could feel it even without psychic power. "Night Blade" was much more loyal than herself, who was scolding people behind her back.
Bai Yan didn't speak.
However, his voice was transmitted to the hearts of the two girls at the same time.
[This is the Tower of Babel, and I am the owner of the Tower of Babel.]
The tone was as cold and ruthless as ever, without any warmth, as if life and death were regarded as the people behind the game. The bodies of the two girls who were tortured by this voice trembled slightly.
That's him, that's right!
[Night Blade, Soul Dancer, you have done a lot for the Tower of Babel during this time.]
[I think... ...]
[You must really want to see me, and you also have many questions to ask me.]
Chapter 46 Meeting
Bai Yan looked at the two girls with a smile. Having borrowed the power of the "Soul Dancer" through the separation, he could now not only listen to their voices, but also channel his own.
But the soul dancer could no longer actively hear his voice.
What about the cost of not being able to talk to the opposite sex
Her spiritual power is my spiritual power.
By the way, that little guy just scolded me secretly behind my back. Should I punish her by standing on her head on the table for ten minutes
Both girls certainly had tons of questions to ask.
There are so many doubts, and both of them have thought a lot about their experiences during this period.
Maryse remained silent, pressing her pink skirt, secretly observing the direction of the situation.
In fact, she doesn't dare to talk much about painting for the time being. Facing this mysterious existence that can completely control herself, she always feels a sense of fear in her heart.
Mu Zhen sat back, with a respectful look on his face, and said, "First of all, I want to know one thing. Lord Savior, why did you choose us?"
Maryse really wanted to ask this question, why were the two of them the unlucky or lucky ones.
But now that "Night Blade" has already asked, Maryse feels that she doesn't need to ask anymore, and is secretly happy. It's good to have "Night Blade" as a straightforward companion.