After clearing Dusk Island, everyone rested for three days before gradually starting to train again to prepare for the next box.
Considering that Lillian had no substantial fighting power, Wang Que gave the prisoner card to Fu Zhe for safekeeping and did not bring her into the box. Lillian acted as the cook and nanny in the castle. Every day, he cleaned up for everyone, and then went out to buy some things. After a few days of inspection, Fu Zhe was sure that Lilian was fine, so he gave her a Take the key for easy access.
This saves a lot of trouble, and everyone no longer has to shirk each other over who's turn to cook today.
Dong Zheng entered the core world as usual every night before going to bed, trying to get acquainted with the ability to produce new changes.
Judging from the two actual battles, the precise decision-making that Naive Bayes can play is extremely powerful, and the accuracy and correctness of the decision-making made at his current level are not very high. The effect is immeasurable.
He did not forcibly enter the palace in the sky, but only explored outside. He checked the information on the statues of demigods and demigods on both sides of the entrance of the palace, and learned that it was the fallen angel of Christianity, Abraxas, who was once a supreme being. Both divine and magical.
Dong Zheng doesn't quite understand what this means. Maybe these two statues are warning him that if he doesn't make good use of his abilities, there is a risk of going crazy
Cui Zuojing, who was immersed in the excitement of growth, took the initiative to come to him every day, and asked him if he felt any changes in himself, or talked about some unimportant things. This made Dong Zheng extremely happy, but very boring. Did not show the slightest.
The other party did not realize that he seemed to have an abnormal dependence on Dong Zheng.
That night, the two of them sat on the rooftop of the apartment building and chatted about the plot of Dusk Island.
Of course, after the door was closed, no matter what happened in the box, it had nothing to do with them.
It's just that Cui Zuojing sometimes can't help but think of Domingo. He was pushed out of the door at the last second, and Domingo, who couldn't leave, took the scepter and amulet that he snatched, and faced the one who broke the seal alone. Demon.
With his imperious appearance, there must be other ways to get out, right
The two sat side by side, holding bottles of wine from each other. The crescent moon in the distance hung high in the sky, obscured by clouds and mist, and only a glimmer of light was revealed.
The wind blew the ends of the two of them and stroked Cui Zuojing's more handsome face than a few days ago. His baby face has gradually turned towards youth.
Cui Zuojing: "Ibles and the gluttonous beasts on the boat are very likely to be the demon gods who deliberately sent people to disturb the order on the boat in order to guide us to the direction of the island. The monsters are obviously so powerful, and they are all killed by the pilgrims to obtain gems and complete the illustrated book, which seems to be intentional.
"If they deliberately dedicate themselves, let us enter the sealed land, and use the broken scepter to help them break the seal, then everything will make sense. Thinking about it now, it is a black and deep disability."
Dong Zheng: "There is no need to think about everything in that direction. Maybe the final seal breaking is just a coincidence."
Cui Zuojing pondered for a moment and nodded: "You are right, I have experienced too many boxes over the years, and I have become habitual to think in a bad direction."
The two casually found a topic to chat for a while, and suddenly heard that the door of the rooftop was opened, they turned around, and saw Allen walking over, followed by Wang Que.
"Drinking here secretly again." Allen bent over, stretched out his long arms and grabbed a bottle of beer from the box, squeezed the metal bottle cap with his bare hands, and said, "I've been looking for you for a long time, but Queer said it might be on the rooftop."
Wang Que silently followed behind Allen, seeing Dong Zheng and Cui Zuojing sitting very close, shoulders to shoulders, and a flame of "minority women's interest" was burning in her eyes. She shook her head and quickly put this The idea of disrespect for both parties was suppressed again.
Dong Zheng: "What's wrong?"
Ellen: "Whiri said she was treating her guests, and asked me to invite everyone to have a meal at her store, should I go?"
Huili Kazama is the proprietress of the hot spring hotel, Ellen's girlfriend, and Cui Zuojing immediately patted her butt and stood up: "Why didn't you go? But she said she was treating her guests, so she wasn't afraid that we would eat her up and go bankrupt?"
Allen snorted: "I didn't eat her bankrupt, you are all trivial, walk around and bring Victor with you."
Except for Fu Zhe, everyone went to have a big meal. Wang Que wanted to take Lillian as company, but she refused with a smile.
When a small group of people go out to dinner, they may say some private things. What is she going to join in the fun
The proprietress prepared a big meal and served a lot of wine. The pure white world made the people in it really understand that they must have fun in time. On this evening, everyone laughed and laughed. Sleeping unconsciously on the floor of the sofa under the table.
Dong Zheng was still relatively restrained and did not drink to death. He was the first to wake up in the group. He raised his legs and stepped over Lin Hangzhi, who was lying under the table with only two legs exposed, rubbed his forehead and pushed the private room away. door and go outside.
Passing through the Japanese-style garden with white sand, Dong Zheng went to the front hall, and Huili Kazama was cleaning the cabinets. She drank a little last night, and has been helping to take care of a few drunk men, but why is she a woman? I couldn't stop it. In the end, I had no choice but to send Wang Que to the room to rest, and the rest of the people let them wake up on their own.
Huili Fengjian smiled at him, and asked Dong Zheng if he wanted to drink some sober tea in English. Dong Zheng did not refuse. He sipped a few cups of tea and felt a lot better in his stomach and throat.
After a short rest, he was going to go to the private room to pack up his drunken teammates and go home again. He walked into the garden again. Dong Zheng raised his eyes and saw that the door of the private room had been pulled open with a bang. Cui Zuojing was full. His face was excited, and he hurriedly stepped out.
Seeing that Dong Zheng was outside, the young man hurriedly turned around and faced him. He held a blooming cherry blossom in his left hand, and rudely picked up the blooming flower in his right hand and held it in his hand, leaving only a dead branch. Before Dong Zheng could react, he raised his hand and threw it over his head—
The pink petals fluttered and fell at an extremely slow speed, as if the air was some kind of viscous medium that prevented them from falling. In an instant, Dong Zheng was bathed in the solidified petal rain.
The frequency of the bamboo forest being swayed by the wind, the chirping of birds in the distance, the plump dew rolling down the leaves in the morning, causing the thin leaves to tremble gently... Everything has become slow, like a slow play. The old-fashioned film slowed down all the details before Dong Zheng's eyes.
Pieces of pink and white lightly fell on Dong Zheng's hair and shoulders, and the breeze brought the breath of small ponds and green grass in the distance. Dong Zheng remembered this cherry blossom. It was inserted into a vase on the dining table last night. The petals were still filled with crystal water droplets. Under the light, the young faces at the table were reflected.
In the almost solidified rain of pink flowers, the boy who was growing up towards the young man had a smile like honey on his lips, and the redness on his cheeks that had not completely faded away. Star.
He stretched out his left hand and showed Dong Zheng the bare branch as if he was showing off. He said excitedly, "Look! I can already control the power of time!"
Dong Zheng didn't look at the branch, he stared at Cui Zuojing's black eyes, as if he could see himself in the cherry blossoms.
At this moment, Dong Zheng clearly felt that his fingertips were trembling slightly due to the frantic heartbeat.
There was a voice in the bottom of his heart, telling him very clearly—
He is finished.
Seeing Dong Zheng standing there for a long time without a response, Cui Zuojing restrained the excitement on his face, jumped off the wooden platform three steps high, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Dong Zheng: "Have you not woken up yet?"
"No." Dong Zheng reluctantly pulled himself out of the quagmire of some peach-colored thoughts. He took the dead branch from Cui Zuojing and touched the fingertips of the teenager: "Have you completely controlled it?"
"It's almost there!" Cui Zuojing snapped his fingers, the delayed time returned to normal flow rate, and the petals that were still floating in the air immediately fell at a normal speed, and soon all of them fell to the ground.
Reason told Dong Zheng that he should congratulate Cui Zuojing now, but he didn't want to do so emotionally. He nodded, raised his lips uncontrollably, raised his hand and patted the top of the young man's hair, and sighed sincerely. : "It's great."
"Yeah, I also think I'm super powerful." Cui Zuojing was immersed in the intoxication of completely mastering the power for a period of time, and he didn't realize how ambiguous the movements between the two were. Dong Zheng was not like congratulating a companion at all. , more like giving some kind of private reward.
"It's a little difficult to control a person's time, but now I can delay my own time to achieve the effect of slowing down some of the actions of others in my eyes." Cui Zuojing introduced to Dong Zheng that he can master it now. Ability.
There was enough water in the bamboo tube holding the dripping water on one side, and it fell heavily to the other side, hitting the stone slab with a thud.