The Righteous Player(s)

Annan had already realized that the gentle young man who suddenly pulled himself into the hallucination was the Nicholas he had mentioned with Nolan before.

Should I say yes, say Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived...

Although he looked gentle and melancholic and harmless, he looked like a literary and artistic youth who was saddened by spring and autumn.

But Nicholas was not so polite when he spoke-even vaguely, he could still taste a trace of godlike compassion and arrogance.

However, the person Nicholas was facing right now... was a real god.

The moment he heard the cold female voice, Annan felt strange fluctuations in the space.

Distorted, yellowish traces, like transparent lemon jelly, quickly emerged in the pure white space.

As if the world in front of us is a white canvas, someone is holding a paintbrush stained with yellow paint and scribbling randomly in the air——

Several arcs with strange beauty encircled Nicholas. It looked like many petals with ink-and-wash style bloomed around Nicholas. He is not the same style of painting at all, but because of this it seems very beautiful.

A white-haired girl who can only be described as "beauty" is like being sketched in the air with a brush-quickly possessing a body composed of black and white lines, and then painted with colors.

"Is it the paper girl."

Nicholas replied flatly: "It's been a long time... Master Zhiji."

"Nicholas?"

Zhiji frowned slightly and warned: "He is not Don Juan Gerante. It is Annan Winter-retreat, or I will attack you."

"Actually, I am not hostile to His Highness Annan, Master Zhiji."

The young man smiled warmly.

But as he said so, the movements of his hands did not stop.

The pattern on the back of his hand looked like a Rosaceae plant with extremely complex colors.

Different petals have different colors-black, red, blue, purple, and yellow. They are evenly distributed on each petal. Almost all petals have different colors from adjacent petals. After activating the lines of different colors, a completely different loop will be formed immediately.

As the black, purple, and black circuits of his left hand and the black, red, and blue circuits of his right hand are lit up, the white silk-like light that haunts the tips of his fingers before instantly turns into an ever-expanding , Translucent soft light group.

Just like someone blowing air, the light ball quickly swelled up, like a huge bronze bell, with a new shape, enclosing Nicholas in it.

But as the light group continued to expand, it touched the dim yellow traces of the surrounding ink-and-wash wind——

At the moment of touching the dim yellow traces that remained in the void, the inside of the light group was fixed in the air...It was as if time had been suspended.

At this time, Zhiji had already appeared next to Annan.

"Back, Annan."

Zhiji made a cold voice.

She turned her back to Annan and stood in front of Annan. Her left arm was hanging straight down, and her left hand was holding a long dagger, holding a large brush with a length of about twenty-four-five centimeters.

Annan clearly saw that the brush was dyed with yellowish paint.

Her right hand was raised horizontally, completely blocking Annan behind her.

Between the fingers of her right hand, there was a red pencil and a pen dripping with blue ink.

After the light group was suspended for a time by the dim yellow traces, Zhi Ji's flexible right hand and five fingers danced quickly——

Dark blue thunderclouds quickly accumulated in the sky.

Under the thundercloud, the red thunder light quickly began to accumulate. Dark red terrible thunder, entwined in the clouds... and even a strange smell can be faintly smelled in the air, like a breeze after a rainstorm.

After just a few seconds, a crimson lightning fell from the sky-it hit the light ball severely, smashing it instantly!

The huge roar sounded at the same time as the lightning fell!

There was even a slight tremor and tingling sensation from the earth.

After the red falling thunder dissipated, there were even crackling red electric flowers in the air constantly crackling and jumping.

At the same time, the azure blue frost was quickly drawn on the ground. The dark blue ice yoke spread from the ground—fixing Nicholas's feet firmly on the ground, and continued to spread upward.

At this time, the second red lightning in the sky had already begun to accumulate.

But at this moment.

The loop on the back of Nicholas's hand started to flicker.

In other words... is switching rapidly.

The phantom light group that was smashed by the red thunderbolt revealed several sharp white winding light paths from the wreckage about to dissipate. Then a sharp blade appeared in the front section of the light path, and rushed toward Annan on its own like a hunting dog.

Like the traces on the circuit board, the tortuous light path spread rapidly in the air, trying to avoid Zhiji and stab Annan.

But the strange thing is... Annan didn't feel the slightest killing intent from it.

... Is it true that Nicholas has no intention of killing himself?

Then what is he...what is he doing now?

Faced with Nicholas's actions not to listen to advice, Zhiji's awe-inspiring face didn't show the slightest movement.

She raised the paintbrush in her left hand and quickly added a few strokes in the air.

The faint yellow traces fell in the void at the same time, condensing those few light traces in the void. As the dim yellow spread toward the light mark, more part of the time was suspended-and there were a few more light marks. Before the dim yellow spread, they continued to split from the end of the light mark and flew towards Annan!

"What are you thinking?"

Zhiji frowned slightly.

A short-handled brush suddenly appeared in her right hand.

As she flicked the brush in her hand, dozens of metallic paint dots were flung out, turning into a steel shield in the air, falling on the spreading and tortuous light paths with unparalleled precision.

With the sound of sour creaks, the steel shield was pierced by the light path in the blink of an eye. But as these shields shattered and disappeared, the sharp light marks that passed through the shields were also turned into white paint and fell to the ground.

But at this moment, Annan looked again... Nicholas had disappeared in this pure white space. The shackles made of ice on the ground have turned into moist, cracked clay.

However, Nicholas suddenly escaped from this incident ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It does not seem to surprise Zhiji.

She just took a few pens back to her waist, and turned around, squatting in front of Annan with some concern.

The moment he saw Zhi Ji, Annan was also shocked by the "beauty" that transcended anti-intellect. But he quickly woke up and did not have hallucinations and new influences like the old goose.

...It's like I'm used to this "beauty" a long time ago.

But it is also reasonable.

Because Annan itself is a copy of this beauty. He even holds the element of "beauty" that has not yet been fully awakened.

What surprised Annan was that...Zhi Ji's first reaction when he came closer was to touch his head, and then stretched out a hand to pinch his face.

"Are you okay, Annan?"

Zhi Ji looked at Annan flatly, stroked Annan's hair lightly, and asked in a softly concerned voice: "Did he hurt you?"