Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Ourolius?"

Squatting on the top of an olive branch, looking at the cloud shadows stacked in a daze, the crow lowered his head and looked at the "Angel of Destiny" who had just stepped out of the gap in the spiritual world, with twelve pairs of silver-white wings behind him.

"Yes." Ourolius responded lightly. He did not raise his head to look at the black-haired son of God on the tree, but stared at the tree.

The crow looked around, then flew down from the treetops. When the boy stepped on the ground, his steps were brisk and jumping, and he quickly stepped sideways in front of Ourolius, causing the other party to stop.

Although there was still a distance of three or four meters between the two, such actions could not be called friendly.

Ourolius' brows twitched, and his indifferent gaze did not change at all. He penetrated Amon's position directly and looked at the bench further away: "I'm not here to find you."

"Don't be so distant. If you are too reserved, I will mistake it for some kind of defensive hostility. I have no ill intentions towards you. Fate should have told you this a long time ago, right?" Amon said with a smile. Standing firmly in front of Ourolius.

Ourolius stepped to the side. He had no intention of talking to Amon. However, Amon also moved his body sideways at the same time, still blocking the "Angel of Destiny".

"You..." Ourolius stopped abruptly before he finished speaking. It wasn't that he forgot what he wanted to ask, but he suddenly felt that there was no need to say more.

The more He spoke in front of Amon, the easier it was for the wayward Son of God to feel conflicted. After all, Ouroleus knew that Amon would not accept any statement about "destiny".

Even if Ourolius tells the real reason why he came here, that is, the "guidance of fate", it will only make the Son of God, who is well versed in lies and deceit, more suspicious.

Ourolius shook his head slightly and continued walking to the side, hoping to avoid where Amon was standing.

A dim light flashed across the monocle, and Amon closed his open fingers in the direction of Ouroleus.

"Stealing" failed, very unlucky.

Ourolius's expression showed obvious surprise. He looked at Amon strangely, as if he had once again seen the baby who could steal Medici's ideas just by instinct after so many years.

Amon stared closely at Ourolius and spread the clones among the microorganisms in the air. If he was too unlucky and couldn't do it once, he would start "stealing" dozens or hundreds of times, and he would eventually run out of good luck. when……

Zoya said that both "good luck" and "bad luck" have their limits.

"Why?" Ourolius asked softly, his hands gradually clasped together, as if they were casually placed in front of him.

Amon blinked and adjusted the lens on his right eye: "As you can see, Zoya is in a very bad state now. If you take her away, I always feel that the situation will worsen."

Ourolius still looked at Amon with that soft look, but silver streams began to flow in his eyes: "You don't understand why you did this."

Contrary to Ouroleus's expectations, Amon folded his hands in front of him and smiled brightly: "Of course I understand what I am doing. We can make an exchange. I won't stop you from taking Him away. You tell me... "

The smile in His words disappeared: "What exactly are you doing and what do you want to do?"

Ourolius just looked at Amon silently, without speaking. The confusion on his face was still obvious, which showed that he was also struggling with something in his heart.

If Medici were here, he might be able to tell that Ourolius was not in a good mood at the moment. In fact, from the moment he appeared here, he was full of struggling emotions.

Before Ourolius spoke, his and Amon's eyes suddenly turned to the sky, and were attracted by the small figure that suddenly passed through the clouds and swooped down.

Amon immediately gave up the confrontation with Ourolius. The black figure disappeared in an instant and reappeared in the sky. He once again stole the skylark's flying ability with his backhand, and Amon held it in his hand.

"Finally I caught you..." Amon's expression was very indifferent, as if he had already suspected it and was just waiting for an opportunity to really take action.

The skylark rolled its eyes, and what puzzled Amon was that he actually saw a smile in the skylark's pale eyes.

Cunning, nimble, and with a bit of mischievous glee.

"Are you...are you not Zoya?"

Apart from this thought, Amon didn't even know how to react.

Skylark's slender mouth opened, but he just let out a light laugh: "Haha..."

Ourolius did not look at the scene in the sky, but lowered his head, clasped his hands in a prayer shape, and muttered in a low voice:

"The broken remains of destiny,

Wandering in the vortex outside time and space,

Eternal attendant of the Lord of the Spirit World,

The light that weaves the threads of chaos.

Please guide me towards the power of ‘destiny’…”

——

"This honorary name is a bit strange." Skylark said, and licked Dazhbog's finger on its feather tufts.

"What's wrong?" He spoke in a sleepy voice. Darborg closed his eyes, not paying attention to the vague pain in his hands. His consciousness could not be said to be awake, and he was still in a dream-like trance.

"It is too similar to Amon's honorary name," Skylark muttered quietly, "I don't think it is necessary to design such an honorary name."

"You always have to leave something behind to maintain a clear 'self'." Dazhberg took back the finger that had been touched, rubbed the center of his eyebrows vigorously, and sighed softly.

During Skylark's quiet time, Dazhbog also remained silent.

"The apparent diversion trap didn't work well for him. His clone is still outside investigating."

"It's impossible to deceive Amon," Dazhbog replied, "I know what kind of child he is."

"You shouldn't describe Him as a child." Skylark whispered, flying from Dazhbog's arm to His shoulder.

Daribog nodded and opened his eyes slightly, revealing a sea of ​​colorful chaos in his eyes: "You are right, he is no longer a 'child'. He was never..."

Daribog paused and sighed again.

Skylark observed his expression carefully, but did not see any obvious changes. Under the self-regulation of the "audience", all possible negative emotions could be well hidden.

"Zoya, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering if I will see you again when I enter the real world next time."

Dazhberg, who was sitting on a golden high-back chair, raised his head, with a gentle smile on his face filled with pity: "Why are you so confused? Didn't fate tell you the answer this time?"

"Destiny doesn't tell the truth, nor does it lie. It just shows many, many possibilities... But where it will go, we don't know."

"Yeah, we don't know either." Dazhbog said softly. He raised his finger, but in the end he made no movement. "Tell me about your plan."

Skylark lowered his head and clasped his paws tightly on Dazhbog's white linen clothes: "Are you willing to help me?"

"At least, the person I saw last time was definitely not the old mystery, not the one from the past."

Skylark was startled, and there was obvious struggle in his eyes. However, when Daribog's eyes, which were mixed with the sea of ​​chaos, turned around, Skylark's body froze, and then gradually relaxed.

Zoya regained her composure: "When did it happen?"

"Some time ago, when the original consciousness was quite clear." Dazhberg put his hand on his chest, but the silver cross was gone. He failed to find something to calm himself down, and then he Realize that you no longer need that thing.

Even if He could directly make it appear through fantasy, it would not make much sense. He had gone too far on the road of no return until it left hidden dangers that could not be eliminated.

Amanysis said that my plan was radical, oh, it was really regrettable. I only regarded this plan as an "experiment", and I also hope that this experiment can be successful...

"Daribog." Skylark called softly.

Dazhberg closed his eyes again and focused on suppressing another voice in his head: "Yeah."

"Aren't you curious about my plan?"

The circular starlight in Skylark's eyes gradually lit up, staring at the long silver river in the void:

"I already have my own candidates, or in other words, candidates with 'god' qualifications. But I will not release all those spirits. That will become a huge hidden danger. If there are people who continue to trace the source, it will be even more Frequently evokes 'mysterious' consciousness.

"Depending on the character of the 'candidate', I will adopt different response modes. After contacting you, I have obtained enough information. Maybe I should also say thank you to you, no matter what you are helping me for, But we have discussed this many times.

"I know you also have your own considerations. Understand in advance what kind of people may appear, and you also want to guide them in different ways. Although my understanding of them is based on their short lives, it is also an extremely long process of contact. .

"There was nothing there, I didn't even know what to do, so in the quiet time, I looked at them for a long time, what they had done, the direction of their thinking, their bottom line, their likes and dislikes..."

Skylark's voice paused before continuing: "I think that even they themselves don't understand them as well as I do. From the craziest desires to the tiniest quirks, the 'destiny' of the onlookers is all the same. Conspicuous.”

Dariborg gradually raised the corners of his mouth. It had been a long time since he showed a smile that was closer to "people" than "lords": "You seem to be very confident in your choice. What a pity, Amon will be very disappointed."

Skylark raised his head: "This is something I can't give in to."

"What about yourself? Have you decided yet?" Dazhbog sighed softly.

"yes."

"Would you like to tell me your name? When we meet again, I can say hello to you properly."

Skylark hesitated for a few seconds before spitting out a name in Chinese: "Li Xing."