Feast of villains

Chapter 119 119. If you come for the shadow, don’t attack the main body!

Author: Yuyu Kuaidong

Chapter 119 119. If you come for the shadow, don’t attack the main body!

Buenos Aires.

As the early morning sunlight streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, Ximena held the edge of the table with her left hand, her upper body straight, and she lightly used the spoon to bring the soup into her mouth. While drinking the soup, she looked carelessly, and sometimes the images floating in the air appeared in front of her eyes.

Stay on.

In the image, Nance opens the church door.

At this moment, Irene also opened the door and walked down the stairs, rubbing her eyes.

The queen's eyes, which were as beautiful as precious gems, glanced at Irene and then returned to the image.

"Sister Ximena, my sister, what are you looking at?"

Amidst the slight call, footsteps approached lightly.

"Tsk!"

Ximena frowned slightly.

This little girl-like Lucifer is really annoying...

She didn't even look at Irene, she just stared at the graph and slowly put the rice into her mouth, looking like she was feeding a bird.

"You make me seem like an unwelcome guest." Irene took a rose from the vase on the dining table, walked around behind Ximena, and gently put the flower branch into her long pink hair. Then

She turned her head slightly and looked at Ximena who was eating with a smile.

Romantic hair color, delicate face, delicate neck, the jealous queen who is as smooth and moving as the bright moon.

Looking at it, Irene moved her face closer.

Ximena calmly took the rose from her head, placed it between the two of them, and then turned her head.

There was only a rose between the faces of the two queens.

The petals swept across her nose, a little itchy, and Irene was forced to stop her lips.

Their eyes merged, and she said: "Sister, let's elope to the Rose Nebula together."

(NGC 2237 nebula is 5,200 light years away from the earth. From a distance, it looks like a delicate red rose blooming in the vast universe, with stars as clay, galaxies nourishing it, and it will bloom forever.)

Ximena glanced at her, then lowered her eyes to the roses, and said indifferently: "You have bad breath."

"?"

The corners of Eileen's eyes twitched.

Although it was impossible for the devil to have bad breath, she still subconsciously put her hand in front of her mouth and breathed out to smell it.

Not only does it not stink, it also smells good!

Then, Ximena's eyes fell on the image again.

"You just have to worry about your Nance!" Irene muttered as if she was losing her temper. Her eyes lit up when she looked at the image, "Oh, four-winged fallen angel, your little man is dead now."

Ximena ignored her directly, looking at the image, and used a knife and fork to cut the meat on the plate into small pieces at will.

Then he put down the knife, delicately flapped his right hand like a tiny wing, and ate small pieces with a fork.

Eileen sat down next to her and had breakfast together.

Compared with the elegant and noble Queen of Jealousy, the Queen of Arrogance eats like a high-end beggar.

In fact, the eating methods advocated by the aristocratic etiquette seemed to Irene to be cumbersome and boring, and she had always scorned it. Only in Ximena, she could feel an extraordinary style.

There are thousands of ways of beauty, which can even be said to be beyond the times.

In the image, the angel raised the holy sword.

"Your little man is going to die." Irene said, staring at Ximena.

Ximena was unmoved, put the meat into her mouth lightly, and chewed it gracefully.

In the image, the angel's holy sword stopped. Irene glanced at it and chuckled: "How shameless, who knows you?"

After Ximena finished eating, she leaned against the wall filled with morning light and silently stared at the image in trance.

The long eyelashes tremble slightly as the image changes, like the leaves of a mimosa.

Irene stared at her face for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Sister, how many times has this happened?"

"I don't understand what you said." Ximena replied indifferently.

"It's okay for you to lie to others, but don't expect to lie to me." Irene turned the fork in her hand proudly, sometimes looking at Nance in the image, sometimes at Ximena Furui's face, "Last time I

Seeing you, your strength is already close to that of a small whale, what about now?"

Ximena still didn't speak.

"My sister was originally comparable to Seraph, but now she only has the strength of the Lord Angel. In just one year, she has fallen to a huge level." Irene stared at her and joked, "If she is

Little Whale knows that his successor has sacrificed so much for a man, so I'm afraid he will be furious."

Perhaps she was amused by the word "salted fish reincarnation", Ximena turned her face away and her shoulders shook slightly.

"What's so good about him?" Eileen couldn't help but ask.

Ximena lightly shrugged her shoulders, indicating that she would not answer this question.

"Okay, let's not ask this anymore." Eileen spread her hands helplessly.

When Ximena turned back and continued to look at the image, she also looked at Nance in the image: "You gave him the heart of the little whale, do you want him to become the next jealous monarch?"

Ximena said calmly: "I never thought about it that way."

"oh……"

After a while, Erin asked again: "Then why did you give him the heart of the little whale?"

Ximena glared at her sternly and said impatiently: "If you keep asking questions like this, pack your things today and get out of this king's place."

"...Partiality!" Irene pouted unconvinced.

In the image, Nance follows the girl's footsteps and enters the underground.

Privately, Irene is a perverse talkative person, and she couldn't help but ask: "Is it arranged by my sister that he happened to come to this ruins?"

No answer.

Eileen stopped asking questions.

The sunlight penetrates the air and shines in like silk.

The light particles danced for a long time before a sigh came out.

"Although I told him that I had any plans in front of him, apart from giving him the Holy Spear, I never interfered with his actions or choices, because he would always act according to my expectations.

Go down..." Ximena looked at the image in a daze, her voice a little sad, "For food.

, he will go to Nanwan Town; in order to treat the plague, he will go into the mountains; after entering the mountains, he will choose the most dangerous route to the north; going north, he will come to this ruins; all coincidences are his own

No matter how many times he makes the choice, he will make it this way. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is fate..."

"So, he is really a good person..."

"Maybe."

"If he had been a little selfish during the process, could the ending have been changed?"

"Maybe."

"Sister, are you so impressed that you are willing to expend your energy to help him again and again?"

Hearing this, Ximena was startled for a moment and then fell silent.

Moving on, it comes to the core part of the plan.

Eileen looked at her for a while and sighed thoughtfully: "Sister, you are so pitiful..."

Ximena's eyes turned cold.

When the white and tender hands shot it out directly, a space crack appeared.

Erin's vision went dark, and when she reacted, she had already returned to the office of the West Kowloon Branch.

The use of space is a rule that only second-level demons can master. Her current apparent strength is only that of first-level...

"Ximena, you're going too far!" Officer Irene knocked on the table angrily a few times and shouted out the window: "Just wait, I'll come over with a large number next time, and I won't treat you until you are docile."

I will no longer be an arrogant monarch..."

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The long and narrow tunnel goes all the way down.

The air is filled with the smell of rotten apples, rotten and moldy.

Nance, who always felt like there were eyes staring at him, continued to go down the stairs step by step under the extremely quiet ruins with a kerosene lamp in his hand.

The footsteps were already very light.

But in such a weird and quiet environment, the sound was still obvious, spreading far and deeper.

After a long time, I finished the stairs and a closed stone door appeared in front of me.

On both sides of the doorway, there are two statues of seraphs, guarding this place quietly, silently and eternally.

"Only by destroying these two statues can you enter inside." The girl said in a childish voice.

Nance stopped and looked at the two statues.

Both angels look male, with grayish-white bodies and protruding eyes, as if to warn intruders.

I got a little closer and felt it.

Both statues are full of coercion, and with their current magic energy, they cannot compete with them.

"Uncle, be careful of fraud!" Shadow bent down and whispered in Nance's ear, "These two angel statues should be one of the sacred tools to suppress her. If they are destroyed rashly, I'm afraid she will be able to move freely. We will use

There is nothing she can do..."

"I know."

Nance replied casually.

His expression was unconcerned, but in reality he was observing the environment extremely carefully.

I don't know how deep it goes underground here. The environment is deathly silent, and a heart-stopping and ominous atmosphere is faintly coming from the gaps in the stone door.

Nance suddenly remembered something.

In the church just now, he said that he knew Lucifer, and the girl seemed to believe it without any verification...

Is she naive or premeditated?

The fallen angel who has gone dark and killed an entire monastery must no longer be naive.

Nance leans toward the latter conjecture.

He turned his eyes slightly and observed the girl next to him.

After all, her appearance is just that of a childish girl, and her pitiful face is very unbearable when she cries. If she hates the Holy See so deeply, she should not be able to notice that she and her group have it.

Since there are traces of magic elements, they should not be killed indiscriminately.

The two swings of her sword were probably just tentative pressure.

To force out Nance's trump card?

If he cannot break the sacred weapon of suppression, he may become the girl's energy meal.

If he can break through, the ending will be hard to guess...

Shadow seemed to have guessed the problem he was struggling with. Looking at the two angel statues illuminated by gas lamps, she said calmly: "Uncle, smash it. Shadow thinks we have no way out now."

Nance thought about it for a while, pointed at the stone door and asked the girl: "Is there anything else inside?"

"There is only my decayed body inside." The girl looked at him with misty eyes.

The bud-like cherry lips trembled two or three times, and then pursed tightly.

Skin as white as light snow.

Shining black long eyelashes, dark eyes.

The pupil on the right reflects the pattern of the stone gate.

The left pupil has a black chisel inserted deep into it.

Nance shook his head.

In the sight, the girl's eyes reflected only his shadow.

"I see."

Nance nodded lightly.

Holding it empty in the palm of his hand, the holy spear appeared out of thin air.

To deal with the angel statues that still have divine power, the magic energy is insufficient, so use the holy spear to smash them.

"Eh..."

The girl looked surprised.

From the rusty gun, she sensed the divinity she was looking for.

"Sir!" the girl called Nance sternly, staring at him with a serious expression, "What is the origin of this gun?"

"You don't have to know this."

Nance held the holy spear and waved it hard.

He used the grabbing pole as a wooden club and smashed it directly on the head of an angel statue.

In an instant, the statue shattered.

The stone, which was glowing with blue light inside, fell to pieces on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the second statue was also smashed.

——Bang!

There was an impact of airflow from behind the stone door.

A gap opened in the middle of the heavy door, and a faint white light leaked in.

The girl took a deep look at Nance, and then her body slipped through the gap into the stone door.

"Let's go too!" Shadow's little hand touched Nance's head.

Through the doorway, you enter a huge underground square.

The sealing here is quite good, neither thick fog nor crimson moonlight can enter.

The floor is white, the walls are black, and the stars above are extremely bright.

The huge color difference between light and dark is astonishing. Everything you see shines brightly with white light. Unless it is a miracle, this quiet and white world cannot be created, so this strange hazy light is indeed caused by divine power.

brought.

Nance carried the shadow and walked towards the direction where the girl disappeared.

In the empty basement, there were only some scattered human-shaped stone statues.

There were men and women, all with expressions of pain and despair. They were all looking at one place - the last area blocked by the curtain.

The girl disappeared behind the curtain, and there seemed to be a terrifying monster there, waiting for something with its huge mouth open.

Nance couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine.

These statues with distorted faces reminded him of the door leading to hell at the bottom of the Dead Sea - the doorposts on both sides were carved with scenes of many people walking intertwined in hell, with fear and wailing on their faces.

Passing between the gray and white stone statues, neither Nance nor Shadow said a word.

Miss Su and Doraemon, who were following behind, were cursing Nance and alert to their surroundings.

The closer you are to the curtain, the clearer the curtain becomes.

There are many pictures painted on it.

Nance's eyes moved across it, distinguishing what was specifically depicted.

The main part in the middle of the curtain is a huge cross and the image of God covered with dazzling light.

The paintings on both sides are some fairy tales that have been circulated for a long time.

For example, the flood that submerged the city-state reached the mountainside, and the huge ark was bumping in the stormy waves; for example, in the empty valley, the tall figure was preaching to the shepherds;

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”

Nance's eyes quickly passed over these paintings.

One of the more interesting ones probably depicts the city lord of a certain city-state brutally killing an angel, and God then sent down divine punishment, melting all the humans in the city-state into orange liquid.

Explosive orange juice?

It feels like EVA... Nance thought that God is still a two-dimensional person.

Shadow happened to see the painting, and lowered his voice and spoke in Nance's ear: "That is the Sea of ​​Life. There is a saying in the Vatican that God is merciful, and even if he blames humans, he will not exterminate humans.

He will send down divine punishment and return mankind to its original beginning."

"The gestation of life begins in the primordial ocean, I know that." Nance held the shadow's thigh with one hand, "But what I am more curious about is the return of conscious human individuals to the sea of ​​life.

Can consciousness still be retained?"

"I don't know..."

"If it can still be preserved, doesn't it mean that we are all honest with each other."

"That's really bad!" Shadow crossed his arms and said to Nance in a contemptuous tone. "When I think of turning into liquid and mixing with the uncle, I feel goosebumps all over my body."

"I think it's good!" Nance laughed, "To understand this little hedgehog like you, maybe you really need to be in a state of 'I am in you, and you are in me'."

Shadow's dangling legs stopped.

"Uncle really has bad intentions!" She cursed shyly and wisely, then knocked on his head and said resolutely: "If you really want to do that, come for the shadow and don't attack the main body!"

Nance felt that Shadow might be thinking wrongly.

But he didn't correct it either...

The shadow NTR itself is very exciting to think about.

The steps continued forward, getting closer and closer to the curtain.

In this extremely quiet underground world, footsteps ricocheted in all directions and bounced off the walls, echoing in the ears layer upon layer.

The curtain suddenly shook.

It's the wind that's stirring.

But if the wind blows too hard...

——The buds will be blown away before they bloom.

(End of chapter)