Sitting sideways on the chair, Veron looked ahead with his eyes distracted. He held his chin with one hand and his fingers of the other tapped back and forth on the armrests. The irregular clattering sound kept ringing in the room. If you listen carefully, you could hear a trace of rhythm from the clattering sound.

After a long time, Villen woke up from his thoughts and looked out the window. At this time, the stars in the sky were shining brightly and the moon was hanging high. Before he knew it, he had been sitting in the chair for several hours.

Standing up and stretching, Weiren, who felt uncomfortable, subconsciously stamped his feet again, until the numbness in his limbs slowly subsided, and then he stopped satisfied.

When I walked to the side of the room, I opened the tea cabinet. After hesitating for a moment, my eyes unconsciously looked at the deepest part, and a light green bottle stood there quietly. This was a batch of fine wines that the Draeni people had carefully brewed to celebrate the beginning of their new home and new life, and the best bottles were sent to the Prophet.

It was just because Weiren himself didn't like drinking, and after thanking the tribesmen for their kindness, he gave most of them to others. The only bottle left was forgotten in the tea cabinet.

Take out the wine and open the tightly sealed bottle plug bit by bit. The elegant and seductive fragrance fills the room in an instant. This fragrance seems to contain some magic. The gurgling sound of water comes gently, and the scent of flowers fills the tip of the nose, unable to help the soul break free from the constraints of the body, and let go of all the worries and indulge in it.

Before the wine was opened, people were slightly drunk. Even if Viren didn't know the wine, he understood that the bottle of wine in front of him was a rare fine wine. Judging from the aroma of this wine, it is no exaggeration to call it a jade liquid nectar.

Take out two crystal cups, and the colorless and transparent liquid slid through the bottle mouth and flowed into the cup. When the wine fell to the bottom of the cup, the originally crystal clear crystal cup suddenly became full of purple, and then slowly turned blue and slowly turned green. The three colors intertwine back and forth, and the end was magical and magnificent.

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Weiren was a little surprised. The taste was not the sourness it expected, but a hint of sourness in the sweetness. The fruity sweetness kept colliding between the tongue and teeth. If he hadn't clearly known that the glass was indeed wine and had a great momentum, he might have suspected that he was drinking juice.

Walking to the window, with the help of the bright moonlight, the general scene of the gathering place came into your eyes. Looking at the lights of thousands of families outside the window, Weiren's eyes were distant and deep.

The sudden sound of footsteps sounded from behind, without surprise, nor turning around, and sipped the wine in the glass. Then Villen whispered: "You're late."

"Sorry, I thought you were waiting for someone else."

Tasadam's figure appeared beside Villen, glanced at the view outside the window, and then said uninterestedly: "I have never discovered that you are actually a sentimental person."

"That's because you don't know me yet!"

Turning his head, Villen stood there in a daze. Today, Tasadam was wearing a sleeveless white dress. The style of the skirt was completely different from the style of this world, and it was very similar to those indescribable clothes on the earth in a certain lifetime. The fabric of the skirt was very thin, so thin that Villen didn't need much effort to see those parts that made people's blood gushing.

The seductive eyes looked at Veron without blinking. Tasadam's eyes were full of charm, and his seductive little tongue gently licked the red lips. Before Veron could come back to his senses, his body leaned over.

Feeling the temperature of the two people and the accelerating heartbeat without realizing it, Tasadam let out a charming laugh, exhaling like orchid in Villen's ear, and temptingly said in an itchy voice: "So I'm here!"

Subconsciously taking two steps back and looking at the charming beauty in front of him, Viren was unmoved and drank the wine in the glass. He said expressionlessly: "Please respect yourself, guests, I only sell my skills but not myself!"

"Born guy!"

Seeing that Viren was confused, a hint of disappointment flashed in Tasadam's eyes. He turned around and walked to the coffee table to pick up the wine glass, drank it all, poured it again, and said as usual: "Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

With a secret smile, Veron understood the consequences of offending a woman. Although Tasadam was theoretically the embodiment of the will of the world, she was also a woman.

But now is not a good time to flirt, especially today, who is in a complicated mood. He turned around and looked out the window again. While waiting quietly, Weiren asked in a low voice: "Who am I in your eyes?"

This question is very strange. Tasadam is a little confused. He has already made it clear about Viren's identity and has influenced the entire world. It was mentioned again today. Tasadam didn't know how to answer it for a while.

The wine glass turned gently in his hand, and the changing colors back and forth set the hazy and ethereal contrast between the slender hands. Looking through the wine glass, Villen in front of the window suddenly became bigger and smaller. This novel scene made Tasadam unable to help but smile, as if he had forgotten Villen's problem and immersed in this childlike fun.

Weiren, who had not received a response for a long time, turned his head and looked at Tasadam who was having fun. He shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to step over, the bottle of wine on the coffee table flew over, suspended in the air, and poured the wine into the cup.

After looking at the eight-point full wine glass, then looking at Tasadam not far away, Viren stopped wisely, and it was obvious that the woman didn't want him to get close. However, without waiting for Viren to speak, a green fruit half the size of a thumb fell into the wine glass.

"The Fifth Spirit Fruit from Goretu Mountain, Farren Island, ripens once every seventy years. It tastes delicious and long. Putting it in wine can add a little mellow flavor. You can try it."

After looking at Tasadam who was smiling deeply, Villen drank the glass of wine in one go. As she said, there was a trace of mellowness in the wine that had never been seen before. This fragrance surrounded the taste buds and savored it carefully, but there was no source. It just waited for the fragrance to slowly dissipate, making people feel lost.

"I didn't expect that you had such a profound study of wine."

"That's because you don't know me!"

Looking at Viren who was embarrassed and speechless, Tasaddam's mood improved a little. She always felt resentful. She thought that as a dignified world will, she was willing to give her a break today and recommended her pillow seat. Viren was not grateful for her. How could she say this?

But...

He glanced at Veron who picked up the wine glass again, and Tasadam's eyes were full of pride. As the saying goes, I can't come and go. Tonight is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Veron cannot escape from her palm!

Just as Tasaddam was secretly planning, Viren had finished drinking the fine wine without realizing it. He looked at the empty bottle with regret, threw the cup in his hand towards the side, and turned around to leave.

Seeing this scene, Tasadam hurriedly asked, "Where are you going? Why don't you drink it?"

"The wine is over, what am I still staying?"

After hearing this, Tasadam said intimately, and no other move was seen. Several identical bottles appeared on the coffee table out of thin air. Then, Weiren refused and flew in front of him with the cup.

"If you want to drink, tell me, don't worry, drink it boldly, as much as you want!"

After scanning the glass that was filled with wine again, Viren did not take it, but shook his head and refused, "Forget it, I'm losing my interest, I'd better go to bed."

Tasaddam was secretly resentful. Seeing that Velon was about to turn around and leave, her eyes were circulating and she said with a grievance: "Does I just make you unable to get excited?"

When a woman says something above in a sad tone, then you must be careful and careful. She will definitely have other plans, either to seek people or to make money, or simply want everything with people and money. The more beautiful a woman is, the more she will be lie. If she is soft-hearted, she will live in dire straits for decades in the next few days, and even if she smokes cigarettes, she will have to snatch her fingers and calculate pocket money bit by bit.

As an old driver who came over the wind and rain, Akime Mountain was soaring, Velen was unmoved and even wanted to laugh. If it weren't for the conditions, he really wanted to give Tasadam a performance class that was too hot in the Tokyo Caribbean.

After waiting for a while, Viron did not see any sign of Tasadam's hatred. She didn't know whether it was anger or anger, but she said with a look of shame: "Okay, you want an atmosphere, right? I'll satisfy you!"

After saying that, Tasadam flashed to Viron, grabbed his sleeve and disappeared from the house. When he appeared again, the two had already arrived above the nine heavens, with layers of white clouds as beds and chairs, stars flashing as scenery as shadows, and the full moon hangs in front of him, as if within reach.

Looking down at the empty feet, Weilun felt bitter in his heart. After he found that he was afraid of heights, he didn't know if his fate was against Tai Sui. Today is the second time he has come to the sky. This time it seems even worse. I guess he might be 108,000 miles away from the ground...

"How? Can the environment here make you interested?"

There was a dangerous light flashing in Tasadam's eyes. Without waiting for Velon to answer, she shouted in a loud voice: "Fufeng goes up to 90,000 miles, and wears the stars with bare hands!"

"Don't you like chanting poetry very much? Am I a good sentence?"

Velen had a headache. Looking at Tasadam who picked up the bottle and blew it directly at the bottle, he not only had a headache, but also had a little liver pain. He didn't hear that a world will drink and get drunk. By the way, drunk women are the most terrifying. What should I do? What should I do next?

He thought about countermeasures in distress, but after a moment, Weilun's face suddenly changed drastically. He suddenly looked up and stared at Tasadam tightly and asked coldly: "What did you say just now? Reciting poetry? Who told you that I like reciting poetry?"

"Are you still planning to keep it hidden?"

Throwing the bottle down the sea of ​​clouds without considering whether it would hit some unlucky guy, Tasadam blushed, his eyes fluttered, and he laughed with a drunkenness: "What should I call you? The soul of another world? An unknown variable? Or is the ancient god Cthun, who likes to recite poetry?"

Tasadam's words were no less than a thunderous sound. Viron's heart was trembling. He stood up in shock and angrily. Under Tasadam's notes, he slowly sat down. He picked up the bottle beside him and poured it into his mouth. Until he could no longer pour out a drop of wine, he learned what Tasadam had just done and threw the bottle away and said calmly: "Do you already know?!"

"This world is so big that time and space reverse the change of fate, and small that flowers bloom and grow and fall in all seasons. There is no secret to me!"

"Except you!"

Tasadam's expression was not happy or depressed. After drinking a bottle again, she looked at Velen with a blurred look: "I met you when I was most desperate!"

"You have brought hope to this world. I always thought you were unique and a treasure given to me by the world's oceans, but I never thought that you were the life of this world!"

"No, you said it was a little wrong!"

In Tasadam's surprised gaze, Viron pointed to the sky and said, "I come from outside the domain, from the Great Lord of the Void, and it is basically to devour this world!"

"How is it?" Tasadam said casually: "Do you think I don't know the details of the ancient god? I have said just now that the world has no secret to me!"

"Then why don't you stop it?" Weilun couldn't help asking, "As the will of the world, why don't you take action to destroy the ancient god?"

"Of course it's because it's kept as a backup!"

Looking at the puzzled Viron, Tasadam explained: "Before you arrive, the fate of this world is to lose its future and be swallowed by other worlds of the same plane in despair."

Nodded, Viron already knew what Tasadam said, but what does this have to do with letting the ancient god ignore it?

"Since I already know my destiny, what is the difference between eliminating and not eliminating the ancient gods? In the end, I can't escape the end of death. It's better to keep these dark seeds and let them grow hard, and then as a "gift" to other worlds that are about to devour me!"

Hearing this, Weilun suddenly realized that even if he died, he would be disgusting. Maybe he could still take a cushion. Anyway, it would definitely not exist at that time, so he still didn't care whether it was flooded or not.

After understanding the causes and consequences, Veeron shook his head. He looked at Tasadam and said frankly: "Although I understand your thoughts very well, this practice is undoubtedly a way to quench thirst!"

"Of course I know! Do you think I am the only one who is like this?"

Without waiting for Velen's answer, Tasadam said directly: "All the ideas of the will of the same plane world are like this. These dark seeds are the root of destruction for other worlds. They are the cancers that can't be eliminated, but for us they have become the last trump card. It's really ironic to think about it carefully!"

"So what now? What are you going to do now?"

"Now?" Tasadam looked at Viron strangely, and said in a natural tone: "Of course I'm looking for an opportunity to eliminate those dark seeds! After all, with your help, I'm destined to win the final victory in the future."

As if afraid that Viron would have other ideas, Tasadam followed and said, "I never doubt this!"

As Tasadam finished speaking, the two of them suddenly didn't know what to say. They felt the cold wind blowing from a distance, and when they got closer, they turned into a breeze and gently blew by, and the atmosphere became quieter little by little.

When people are bored, they always have to find something to do. In this sky, the only thing Viron can do is drink. Tota Saddam's blessing, those delicious foods that they have never seen before appear on the cloud table one after another. Artificial cooking is also naturally formed. The dishes are constantly changing, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the wine that is always eight-point full in the cup.

At the end, I don’t know how much they drank. In short, Weilun’s mood became very active. This was the few times he got drunk. The feeling of drunkenness is not bad at present. With the help of wine, Weilun couldn’t help but sing: “Life is as good as wine singing, like the morning dew and the day is bitter. I feel sad and unforgettable. How can I relieve my worries only Du Kang!”

A trace of clarity flew in Tasadam's eyes. When she was entrenched in Viron's soul, she had learned about the limited memory. However, the original sentence should be about the geometry of life when she was singing. After Viron's previous and next, a trace of decadence and depression suddenly appeared.

Tasadam keenly grasped this slight suspicion. Today, Viron seems calm, but he has many thoughts in his heart. This situation is really rare. If she didn't want to take the opportunity to explore something, and was even more curious about Viron's hidden secrets, she wouldn't think of ways to drink people, nor would she have tried her best to do these actions.

Just as Tasadam was secretly guessing, Veeron threw the bottle in his hand casually, his face turned red and he asked, "I'll ask you, if one day I become another me, then am I still me?"

This question was really unexpected. Tasadam was caught off guard against this question that was basically philosophical. Looking back on Velon's various performances tonight, she couldn't help but stretch her head and tentatively: "What happened? How could you become another you?"

Weilun did not answer. He shook his head back and forth, murmured in a low voice: "Can't say, can't say..."

Seeing that the answer was not available, Tasaddam had to settle for the second best. After thinking for a while, he said: "I don't know what happened to you, but as you said, you are still you. Whether it is the past, the future, or the other one, no matter how you change, you are always yourself!"

"Different thoughts and different personalities, am I or me?"

Weilun's eyes looked straight and didn't know if it was an illusion. Tasadam saw a trace of expectation, a trace of vague sadness and sorrow in his eyes.

In the next ten thousandth of a second, Tasadam's heart tightened, and a sudden sense of danger hit her heart. This feeling was like a thorn in her back, and her instinct kept crying wildly. She understood something in a vague way. If this answer did not satisfy Veeron, then the future would fall into a tragic ending that she could not even imagine.

As the embodiment of the will of the world, this body should not feel the fear, but Tasadam was trembling in her heart, and her back was sweating in cold sweat. In a moment, she soaked her clothes, and her delicate body wrapped in her dress became even more attractive.

Fear made the tongue extremely clumsy, and the originally panicked and trembling heart could not stop, let alone come up with a satisfactory explanation. Just as Viron slowly retracted his gaze and Tasadam's heart became more and more desperate, the will of this world suddenly stopped at this second.

She looked at her clothes calmly. Although she had already known the condition of this body during observation, "she" still frowned gently and carefully put away the unintentional momentum little by little to cover up. Until she was sure that there was no accident, she looked at Weilun sitting opposite her.

I don’t know if it was because of drunkenness, Tasadam opposite him felt like he had a bag dropped. He was still the same person, but his invisible temperament was completely different from before.
To be continued...