Chapter 809

After being cured by hot water, the body surface is warm. Under the light wind at night, the ice is cold and cool, which makes people feel very comfortable.

sitting on the edge of the hotel roof, in the dark where the light can't reach, you can only look at the night in the center of Paris by wearing a simple shirt,

overlooking the world-famous Eiffel Tower, the brilliant light in the night Scenery.

Seeing this "well-known" scenery in primary school English textbooks, I feel that I can hear the breath of the prosperous city around me, which is very far away from him who once lived in a small city.

The sound of flapping wings sounded, and two delicate and elegant shadows appeared. Haiji and Mullin fell on his shoulder and rubbed Fong Ran's cheek intimately,

they were fighting for the first time with their wings open, as if they were complaining that the host had suddenly dropped them not long ago.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't want to leave you."

Let Fang ran, who saw this scene, smile gently and touch his fingers. The birds who return to their side immediately lift their arms and let them fly into the night sky,

and then continue to look at the night of Paris, and slowly open their dark eyes.

This time Fang ran realized that he was laughing.

No longer stick to the same place, to the distant world, as a participant experienced a series of events, as if a long-awaited adventure.

"If the game doesn't win..."

black eyes overlook the downtown of Paris from a high altitude, and the night wind blows his collar and hair, blowing away the second half of his self talk.

If I don't think about it clearly...

thinking about myself who joined the national war because I wanted to move forward is also the reason why I didn't lose the night game and got involved in the crisis.

this time, I still felt that all kinds of conditions collided to produce a result,

and then pushed myself into a situation.

Temporarily out of the tense escape, there is a rest time, the dark roof of the building is isolated from the noisy lights below, as if far away from the other side of the earth,

the arc is frivolous, the dark eyes are quiet, and his thinking is slowly lost in the night.

"What do you do in a place like this?"

Then I don't know how long, suddenly heard a clear and awe inspiring voice, sounded behind him.

Osfiya, who was dressed in white silk, came up to him, and his golden hair was bright and soft in the night wind.

"I can't sleep, so I want to see the scenery of Paris."

"No... I'm just looking for people who are in trouble like in the daytime."

in the aerial view, I unconsciously forget the time. I'm a bit surprised when she comes. I switch back to my own field of vision, and then I answer slowly:

"because... I can help them now."

Slightly a Leng, feel this moment the night to him is different.

Then osfiya saw the young man sitting on the edge of the roof, looking at himself with a pair of dark eyes, and deliberately winked with a slight smile:

"was it unexpected?"

But without waves, osfiya looked calm and looked at the golden orange tower in the distance.

"No, what you said just now surprised me even more."

A little surprised, she saw her own appearance of calm, but a little eccentric curiosity.

"Why do you say that?"

BR, < BR, < BR, < Chen Ran, you didn't know how calm you were until you came back.

"The most obvious thing is that you can't see Colossos suddenly attack the Lord Herschel if you're aware of something different."

On the roof of the night, osfeya's blue eyes looked at the dark, and her posture was awe inspiring and her voice was calm in the night wind.

"You're hiding something, whether it's the eyes or the obviously A-level terror monster you're manipulating."

The look on her face was a little unexpected. Unexpectedly, she seemed to have noticed it for a long time.

Fang ran looked at her for a second, and then she slowly and helplessly laughed out.

"Did you still notice..."

through Haiji who fell on the window sill, he saw lime and was carrying back a lot of delicious figures with Tang Bing.

thinking about the "connection" between himself and the people in the night, he looked at it with quiet black eyes and spoke softly.

"I just... Haven't figured out how to tell them."

But listening to his complicated words, osfeya looked at Fang ran beside her and remained silent. Then she turned her head and continued to answer the question just now, only changing into a sudden inquiry.

"Fang ran, do you know why I was hostile to you because of the national war?""Isn't it because I cut your dress carelessly?"

Ignoring his deliberate chuckle, osfiya looked at the night scene of Paris, as if to see the final defeat of the C-level war.

"Although there is nothing wrong with balancing the disadvantage of the number of people by means of strategy, you who always disguise yourself with a mask are the kind of people I hate most,"

"so I don't believe you and don't want to act with a person who even deceives his peers."

"But forced by the form, I found that"

the blue eyes reflected the young people's frozen look.

"You seem to cheat yourself."

Silent open mouth and slowly closed, to this sentence some sharp evaluation can not be refuted, but looking at him speechless, osfeya took back her eyes and continued to speak quietly.

"I know the answer in my heart, but I'm vague in my mouth. I know why I left the muddy water, but I don't have the courage to admit it."

"did you look at your face in the mirror when you rushed out to catch the robber and teach those black thieves a lesson."

This second hand saw blood, and she pointed out the source of her confusion on the train without euphemism,

but also in this second, he heard the voice of osfeya, calm and gentle in the night wind, which seemed a little different.

"That's why I was surprised just now."

Ah?

Black eyes stagnated. Hearing this sentence, I always felt gentle words, and then looked at the movements of the night sky,

and then I saw that osfiya did not look at herself on purpose, and her tone did not change a little. She spoke faintly:

"it seems that after experiencing the events of last night, you seem to want to understand."

Her face suddenly thawed from her stupefied face. Hearing her say so, Fang ran couldn't help laughing, and then lifted up a smile in her black eyes.

"Are you... Finally acknowledging me as a companion?"

The white and tall figure did not answer, and the time passed in the not uncomfortable silence again,

they seemed to be quietly looking at the night before the action.

"Is your ability restored?"

Then osfiya spoke softly, breaking the silence.

"No, not yet. I just recalled some of the forces activated in the scene with the help of the moment when the two spaces were connected for a short time, but I still couldn't use the magic energy."

Fang ran put his hands on his side and looked at the relaxed answer in the distance. Then he remembered the precious opportunity of [scale] recovery, and sighed with helplessness:

"and Bad breath is not the ability to fight. It will be like today. "

So, what's the next ability to appear...

who will be the next partner...

"yes."

Get such a negative answer, osfiya did not regret the simple opening, let Fang ran did not know what she was thinking.

"But your nightware, that bow can still be taken out, right?"

"You say that?"

Hearing her suddenly mention this, Fang ran raised a hand to hold it. After a round of moonlight flickering, the huge bow and flashy moon god hunting appeared in his hand.

"The power of nightware needs magic power to play, but the magic power needed is not absolutely required to come from its owner, otherwise the final sea roar of the association can not be used at all."

With the sound of the heel approaching, the black eyes were stunned to see osphia go to her side and squat down, looking at her delicate side face with blue eyes drooping. She began to speak slowly:

"the power of the etheric spirit is to carry someone's consciousness, but it also has my magic power. Attach it to your nightware, and then I give you the control of their consciousness, You should be able to use the power of night gear. "

"Wait, this... This is not..."

when I opened my mouth, I saw osphia's indifferent reply:

"yes, it is equivalent to lending you some of my magic power."

It's really possible to lend magic power to others.

it's clear that generally speaking, participants will never lend their own magic power to others. Moreover, they always feel that they are associated with some well-known behaviors in a series.

only when they see her hands on the moon god hunting, her dim light is as bright as her eyes on the plane.

"Because I have to fill in the energy of divinity coordinates, and I also need to control the ability to fight. I can't control too many etheric elves. The magic power of about 1000 is my limit now."

Listening to her explanation, I can feel that this is the trust she showed after she admitted herself. Although the magic power of 1000 is not enough for the extravagant "infinite", he looks at the beautiful figure with golden hair in front of him and smiles and thanks.

"Enough, thank you."

"It's OK."

Listening to osphia's still flat tone,At this moment, Fang ran felt that connection from her.

Let him look at the beautiful side face under the golden hair, he can't help laughing like a good friend, grabbing his head and exclaiming:

"even if you are an elite participant, you are too good. One person can push the main line by opening three systems. I have already begun to doubt the significance of gourd's existence."

"When you have time to say this kind of unintelligible words, you'd better think about how to exert the power of this nightware. The use of the magic power is too rough, and the nightware on the teacher's hand is definitely not such a use."

after hearing this, osfeya raised her eyebrows slightly and recovered immediately. It's hard to guess whether she is in a better mood The words are still plain.

"If it hadn't been for A-level night gear, you would have lost to me in class C

"Ha ha, it's really..."

watching the moon god hunting, which is gradually attached to the spirit light, and hearing this, she scratched her cheek with a smile and admitted that,

I also thought that every time he used this nightware, the bowstring of magic power would be broken.

Speaking of it, he has not yet had time to dig into the power of this nightware.

Thinking of the "special" scene of the moon god's hunting not long ago, and recalling my own experience to the present, I just looked at the scene and began to smile:

"but you may not believe it. It's only a few months since I woke up to be a participant. I haven't mastered the subtle use of magic power or the mining of nightware ability."

As soon as the action of activating ability stopped, she couldn't believe this amazing fact. Her blue eyes widened slightly.

Recalling the days before that bonfire night, Fang ran suddenly felt some distant nostalgia. He looked at the splendid Paris tower in the night, his black eyes were quiet and his voice was murmuring.

"That's why I'm starting to really face what I want to do, but I can't make up my mind about who I want to be."

I can't bear to part with my daily life...

I don't know when I have resumed the control of the etheric elves. Osphia gazed down at the glimmer on the bow and spoke slowly after a silence:

"do you know that there is a spirit in the Western aristocracy called noblesse oblige?"

"I remember it's like a noble duty..."

Looking at her figure haunted by fairies at a close distance, she comes from a family that used to be a genuine old aristocrat in Italy. I don't understand why she talked about this, so she replied with some uncertainty.

"Yes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. The superior should do more things for the weak, which is such a noble and selfless moral concept."

osphia's expression was quiet, as if he was pious and serious because of telling this matter, but he just turned his words lightly in the next second.

"But I think it's just a superficial boast."

"Ah?"

It was not only an accident that her sudden turning point made her even more surprised that even as a member of the "aristocrat", she said such a denial.

"Even the real nobles in the past, not many people were willing to ignore their own interests to fulfill this obligation for free, and the people who really did it were not because of a simple noblesse oblige,"

in her blue eyes, she listened to the light statement of her voice.

"If you want to be honored, you don't want to see people die, you just want to see who you want, who you don't want to let go... What's the reason why everyone comes forward to act, especially" we. "

"I once saw a movie of yours in China, and I was very impressed by the last sentence of the hero."

Golden hair in the night wind, osfeya's face in the city's prosperity and elves in the dim light bright, quietly speaking the words in memory.

"I am a martial arts practitioner. When I encounter injustice, I must stand up."

"this is our original intention to learn martial arts."

Unexpectedly, she would also see such a film, only to see osfiya looking at herself, blue and dark on the roof of Paris at night.

"The teacher once told me that participants would hear the same voice as their original intention and make some decisions spontaneously at some time."

at the moment when he was distracted by this sentence, he thought of the voice that had echoed in his ears in the Arctic, and his body that moved when he fled England.

only when he saw the attachment of the etheric elves ended, she stood up The shadow is engraved in the lights of downtown Paris.

"So if you can't make up your mind, just wait for the voice to ring...

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