You call this a black hand?

The docking state of thinking is somewhat strange, like a bird in the sky overlooking a small figure below, and everything about this figure can be controlled by itself.

Including thoughts, emotions and desires.

Mellen felt very new about this, and was particularly curious about why the "stranger" named Caesar in front of him, who was also contacted through prayers, and Sister Lydia were treated differently?

It can be clearly felt that this famous and powerful Caesar has completely surrendered to him. Even surrender is implicit, and more accurately it should be fanaticism.

However, Lydia was not like this.

Her personality and mentality have not changed, but she has inexplicably gained the ability to travel through time and space with him...

"Maybe Lydia is special in her own right?"

Inexplicably, she thought of the demonic form she had transformed into when she came to the door before the relationship between the two was close.

But now was obviously not the time to think too much about this, so after explaining some things, he took the initiative to exit this state.

I opened my eyes again and saw a patch of orange in front of me. There was still a quietly burning flame in the fireplace in the living room.

"What a wonderful article."

He sighed secretly.

The red orange in his hand had been eaten up unknowingly at this moment, and there was a faint swelling and pain in his brain. It was not big, but it still reminded him constantly of what he had just experienced.

In fact, this experience was more than just perfecting the prayer, it was more unique than he expected...

There was a ticking sound.

I turned my head sideways and looked not far away. In the corner of the living room, a mechanical clock full of classical beauty was swinging continuously. The hands on it corresponded to five twenty minutes.

This time cannot be said to be late no matter where you are, but right now there is darkness outside the glass window covered by gauze. When you look carefully, you can see bursts of hazy silver snowflakes falling from the sky and hitting the window.

Makes a slight crackling sound.

It seems to snow here all year round. Maybe the two silver-haired girls prefer winter, or maybe they don't know there is any other kind of weather, so they never thought about changing.

But no matter what, sitting in front of the fireplace, quietly experiencing the warmth that is completely different from the outside, and listening to the sound of firewood burning, I feel good inside.

After being in a daze for a while, Meren got up and walked to the second floor after sorting out some of the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

The look on his face was much more relaxed than before.

Although he had been chatting leisurely with the two girls before, what he was more concerned about was what would happen if his true form came here.

However, just now, when the prayer was perfected for various reasons, Mellen had temporarily put aside this worry——

It's amazing that through this new version of the prayer, he can actually communicate with reality and connect mentally with those who have had contact with him.

This kind of connection is not a conversational exchange, but more like an expression of will. With an overlooking attitude and a quick turn of mind, the other party can understand what he wants to say.

Mellen felt that this state seemed more like a god facing a mortal. He even had a feeling that he could use this connection to do many things - not just life and death.

However, considering that there are currently very few people who have the qualification to be "fortunate" by him, Mellen does not intend to experiment with this ability for the time being.

But relying on this alone has already benefited him a lot - with his true body here, even if he can't go back for the time being, he can still use the existence of this ability to continue to connect with people close to him, so as not to be completely lost.

here.

"But, does this mean that I need to stay in this world for a while..."

Considering that the trajectory of his own destiny seems to be full of questionable coincidences, this thought flashed through Mellen's mind.

But he didn't think deeply about this problem, because when he was thinking about things, his unstoppable footsteps had already arrived outside the bedroom on the second floor.

She opened the door silently and looked around. On the tatami-like mat, there were two girls sleeping side by side, hugging each other. Their dreamy and beautiful silver long hair was intertwined and spread out, half-covering their cheeks, in the dimness of the bedroom.

Under the light, it doesn't look clear.

The light body fragrance fills the bedroom, which is a bit like being in nature, with the fragrance of various flowers mixed with the fresh smell of grass and air.

Slight but lovely breathing is the only sound here.

After taking a few glances at this interesting and strange couple, Meren did not disturb their sleep, but quietly came closer, sat down, and stared at one of them.

The two girls were like twins, their facial features were basically the same, and even the beauty mark on the tip of their nose, which was not very eye-catching, existed in the same position.

I don’t know what Sylvie was thinking when she created No. 1, and she didn’t even miss such subtleties.

But on the other hand, although they have the same appearance, their height and height are completely different.

Number 1 is taller, has a slender figure, and has a cheerful temperament with a bit of heroism, while Sylvie is more like a little girl. Although she looks delicate like a princess, her acting style is stingy, and she is not at all mysterious like the one in reality.

The appearance of a woman.

The two of them looked more like sisters together, and it was very easy to identify who was who. However, Melen came over not because he wanted to do something dirty or something unspeakable, but because he was preparing to pass the spiritual contract that had been concluded long ago.

Try to travel through time——

Originally, he wanted to get close to the Fountain of Heaven, but now that they had gone to bed, there was no need to rush to do this.

"I hope there won't be any more accidents."

When he came to the end, he prayed silently.

The fact that his real body "falled" from reality to here is enough to worry him. If he travels through time and space and continues to "fall" downwards, things will obviously become more complicated.

Like falling into an abyss, the "way out" is getting further and further away...

However, despite feeling uneasy about the future, Mellen did not hesitate. As his mind turned, the connection deep into his soul was activated, causing him to slowly close his eyes.

Then, sitting here, he remained motionless, like a sculpture.

Time passes slowly, and Melen has always existed, which proves that his body has not continued to "fall", but on the other hand, this situation is not without its troubles...

It was still a snowy night outside, and the new firewood in the living room fireplace seemed to never be burned out, and the flame was always crackling and burning.

The bedroom on the second floor fell into silence for a while.

It wasn't until more than an hour later that a silver-haired girl lying not far from Melun slowly opened her eyes and stood up. After being dazed for a while, she suddenly saw the figure sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of her, and she couldn't help but be startled.

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"Why did brother fall asleep while sitting?"

Sylvie muttered, her purple eyes became much more awake and glanced at No. 1 next to her, and found that she was still sleeping soundly, but didn't take it seriously.

After taking a nap, she got up and walked a few steps. She was about to go to the living room to drink some water, but her eyes suddenly turned back to the figure sitting next to No. 1.

"He was always closer to my husband."

The girl muttered with some dissatisfaction, "We even have to sleep next to each other."

And No. 1 is also very close to Melen, which makes Sylvie often feel like she has become an outsider.

However, this kind of little thinking is actually gone now, and her newly recovered mind is not very clear, so she is dissatisfied but does not take any other actions.

On the contrary, it's strange why this cheap brother didn't sleep with them in his arms?

You have done this kind of thing last time, do you need to be more reserved this time?

The girl was a little puzzled, but she didn't think too much about it.

After going out for a drink of water and going to the bathroom, her mind completely sobered up.

Walking back with bare feet, when passing by Melen, his steps suddenly stopped.

"Um……"

Looking down at the young man with black hair who didn't look that big at her feet thoughtfully, Sylvie didn't know what she was thinking, and the expression on her face became a little tangled.

It seems that I want to do something, but I have concerns.

But soon, seeing Melen's motionless appearance, this entanglement turned into a test.

Sylvie gritted her teeth, raised her white toes and lightly touched Mellen's arm. The five toes of her other foot were already curled up on the floor, ready to jump away immediately if she was not careful.

Escape.

As a result, Mellen showed no reaction when he was touched.

"I slept so soundly..."

Sylvie breathed a sigh of relief, and an inexplicable excitement flashed across her face.

But she is timid by nature, and she will not be completely reassured just by testing it out.

So for the next half hour, she kept touching and kicking with her little feet. She didn't use much force, but she swept all the hidden parts of Melen's body.

Finally, the girl even had the courage to pinch the majestic brother's slender lips with her fair and round toes.

The touch is very strange, a bit like a soft calf that doesn't want to bend down when itchy, and uses its toes to scratch and rub it lazily.

But it's many times more comfortable than that.

Her sensitive toe tips could clearly feel the hardness and smoothness of the teeth. Every time she touched them, it was like a small hammer was constantly tapping the back of her head, making her heart beat faster and faster.

Unknowingly, my breathing became very rapid, and I felt more and more nervous.

At some point, the face of the silver-haired girl with her legs crossed had turned red, and her eyes were wide open. Looking at her behavior, there was an urge in her heart that made her feel dazed, and she wanted something.

But...what to do?

In some aspects, it was like a blank sheet of paper, which made her act dull, but the current situation was enough to make her feel addicted.

The novel feeling brought a lot of novel stimulation, making her unwilling to leave this weird state.

The perfect and magnificent purple eyes became moist at some point, as if a kitten was using its fleshy little claws to scratch the tip of her timid heart one after another...

I don't know how long it took before Sylvie suddenly woke up and jerked her toes back.

"What have I been doing..."

In an instant, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her heartbeat became very fast.

A little scared, the girl looked around. After seeing that no one noticed her sneaky behavior, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I felt a little disappointed and planned to stop all this weird stuff——

She did this because of the last hug between Mellen and the two of them. The feeling was very strange and something she had never experienced before.

So just now, after seeing Melen sleeping soundly, Sylvie wanted to give it a try.

However, although the result of the attempt made her very nostalgic and even addicted, on the other hand, she always felt that doing so was an offense to her brother, a betrayal of her partner, and that she was doing something bad.

So although she was a little reluctant to leave, the girl finally gritted her teeth and took steps, ready to go back to sleep without thinking about it anymore.

However, she took the first step very resolutely, but the next second and third steps became slower and slower.

Although she was only a few steps away from her bed, Sylvie's whole body seemed to be like a rusty machine, running rather sluggishly.

"Compared with us, brother, what is the difference..."

When she bent down and lifted up a corner of the quilt, this thought flashed through her mind, and a certain emotion began to swell in her heart.

I don’t know how many years it has been since she was born here, but she has never seen a man.

In the early years, because I felt too lonely, I made a partner in my own image on a whim. Then I had the concept of family and husband in my mind, but I had no understanding of male and female.

So Sylvie always felt that there was nothing abnormal about the relationship between herself and her husband.

Until I met Mellen, my cheap brother.

From him, the girl learned that the relationship between her and her husband was not normal. Although it was not impossible, it was not mainstream.

Sylvie was not convinced by this, and she did not think that the mainstream mentioned by Mellen had anything to do with her current life.

But at the same time, she was curious.

Why is it that the relationship between husband and wife, which in my opinion is very suitable, is abnormal in Mellen's opinion?

If this is not normal, then what is normal?

Is it necessarily normal between men and women?

Why?

What is the difference between the two genders?

Where does this difference come from?

Can they complement each other? Or is there some other reason?

Ever since she had these doubts, Sylvie became more and more curious about it.

However, the only man she can come into contact with is Melen.

Although Melen said last time that he wanted to further his relationship with them, there was no actual action, which made Sylvie, who was looking forward to it in her heart, slightly disappointed.

Originally, due to Melen's majesty, she didn't want to do anything or say anything. She was actually a little afraid of this cheap brother.

However, now, he has fallen asleep...

"Just taking a look, it should be fine."

The girl was caught in a dilemma, "But what should I do if I'm discovered?"

"It doesn't seem to matter if I find out. I just want him to hug me. He said he wanted to get along with us last time, so he won't regret it, right?"

"But in this case, what kind of relationship should we have?"

"I already have a partner."

"But, she seems to welcome my brother to join us more than I do..."

The posture of bending down into the quilt has become motionless, turning her head and twisting her neck. The delicate and beautiful, doll-like silver-haired girl stared at Melen in a very awkward posture, looked at No. 1, and then stared at Melen.

I feel a little scared of the complicated thoughts in my heart.

But more of them are just ready to make a move.

Although she is very old, her mentality is not mature, and she does not have much sense of right and wrong.

Therefore, facing this mysterious person who could be manipulated by her, who made her very curious, Sylvie's already weak restraint became increasingly unable to withstand the test.