The sequelae of the Heart Stop Liberation Night Parade seemed to be more severe than Fang Ran thought. Sitting in the comfortable and luxurious VIP waiting room,
Waiting for the final inspection of the plane to be completed, it seemed that he was trying to make up for the sleepiness he had forcefully woken up from before,
He held his cheek with his left hand, and closed his hazy eyes slightly as he swayed...
That was what happened that night when Shengle Fanjing was completely over...
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Waking up from midnight, he slowly opened his calm eyes while lying on the bed, then sat up and looked at Ling, who seemed to have also entered sleep.
Fangran slowly put on her clothes and quietly opened the door and went out.
There are no surveillance cameras on these floors arranged for night game participants to live and rest. Rather, it is because they are specially reserved for participants’ private space.
This is the least disturbed area during the night.
Looking at the deserted night corridor, Fangran walked all the way to the leisure area at the end, where there were sofas and a tea table. The environment showed that the designer seemed to have prepared it for people to be alone and quiet late at night.
"What does it mean?"
Fangran sat on the rocking chair closest to the window, took out the sea water and dialed someone's number. The gently rocking rocking chair paired with the long and silent night,
Let him, who was extremely tired tonight, just fall asleep like this.
After all, he was really tired after starting from the night station and patrolling the city all night.
"It's really incredible to me, Fangran, you did it far better than I imagined."
Then the voice on the other side of the sea seemed to be silent for a moment, then smiled in amazement and said this.
Fangran remained silent without answering, looking at the night outside the window. The height of the night station floor allowed him to vaguely see the lights of the capital.
But now, whether it is the fight between the participants or the live broadcast of the hot night in the city, it has ended, and it is slowly falling into silence, preparing to welcome another early morning tomorrow.
"Not only did you save everyone, but you also perfectly solved all the back-up plans I left behind that wanted to expose your identity. It really surprised me..."
"Fangran, how did you do it?"
Sitting in the night scene, Fangran lowered his eyes and remained silent. The uneasiness and fear of killing someone with his own hands made his body tremble slightly, and he did not mention anyone's name.
Instead, he changed the subject and spoke calmly:
"Is this what you want to say? Let me say it first. The identity of Night Crow has completed her mission and will not appear again."
Across the sea, Shui Linlang seemed speechless and then sighed and smiled:
"Of course not. Before I tell you what you want to know, can I ask you a question, Fangran?"
"If it's about tonight, then forget it."
Fangran leaned his whole body completely on the rocking chair and whispered with his consciousness drifting away.
"That scene where Xin Xin and you were attacked, why did you do that?"
Suddenly lost in thought, Fangran did not expect that Shui Linlang would suddenly ask him this question. To be honest, he thought she would ask him 'how did he know where Ye Sheng was?' or 'why were two of him appearing at the same time?'
"Why..."
Fangran lowered his head and looked at his chest. Sometimes he even forgot,
I am a heartless person.
"Yes, why? From a common sense perspective, you wouldn't do that, right?"
"Is it normal for a restaurant to collapse and be involved in a terrorist attack in a busy area?"
Across the sea, the figure laughed dumbly,
Indeed, she did overlook that for him who had just awakened at that time, he had already gone beyond common sense from the moment he was attacked.
"Maybe it's the influence of always watching hero movies when I was a kid..."
After exhaling a long breath, Fangran felt very tired and lay back on the rocking chair. He was silent for a moment and then sighed sadly:
"No matter which story it is, the guy who talks about justice and only goes on a willful rampage, only to rely on others to get hurt to solve the problem and wipe his butt, is the person I hate the most."
"I have always warned myself that I must not become such a fool."
Fangran weakly pressed his forehead with his wrist and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling. After a while, Shui Linlang's voice in the sea sounded softly:
"Don't you want to...become the person you hate the most?"
"Yes, I knew from the moment Ling kept talking to me for half an hour what she was planning to do..."
Speaking of this, sleepiness half-covered his eyes, and half of his field of vision was invisible black. He smiled softly and helplessly:
"But I'm not stupid, and I didn't forget that there was a C-class waiting for me outside that I couldn't defeat at that time."
"It's my choice to save your granddaughter. I can't let Ling pay the price for my choice and become the reason for my peace of mind..."
"Anything like that would make me feel sick."
Finally, he couldn't hold back his eyes and closed his eyes tiredly. Fangran's voice was so low that no one could hear him. When he said this, he smiled self-deprecatingly at Shui Linlang:
"As for why you chose to save your granddaughter, you should think it is because you have just awakened your abilities, so the chuunibyou you suffered from when you were a child has resurfaced."
"Isn't it true that one's nature is hard to change...?"
The tone of the prophet in the sea was still confusing, but Fangran didn't want to guess.
Because he has solved all the problems tonight,
From now on, there will be no more problems and hidden dangers.
"That Fangran... have you ever thought about..."
Staggering in the sea of sleep, the conversation with the prophet was actually full of mystery. Maybe he called back because he was curious.
Listening to the prophet's voice ringing in his ears, Fangran thought,
What exactly is going on is what I absolutely want to know.
"Actually, someone has been paying the price for you?"
“!!!!”
The moment the prophet's words fell,
The sleepiness, along with the sense of surprise, all disappeared!
Fangran suddenly sat upright from the rocking chair, and his hand holding the sea water unconsciously tightened!
Looking out the window with his eyes wide open, he spoke in a difficult and hoarse voice:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "What...what did you say!?"
"No matter how extraordinary the infinite power is, the fact that using the magic value will put a burden on the participant's magic center remains unchanged..."
Shui Linlang's voice was like a thunderbolt in the sea water, leaving Fangran stunned on the spot, in a trance.
"My ability shows that your heart should have been separated by some spatial means, but if it is damaged, you will die. If this causal connection is still there..."
"So Fangran, where did the price of bearing the massive amount of magic energy you paid for using 'Infinite' go?"
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"Sir, the plane is ready to take off."
The mature and charming voice gently sounded in the ears, waking up the sleepy Fangran.
"How long have I been asleep?"
The light was clear in front of her eyes. Looking at Yelena who was wearing a formal dress next to her, Fangran pressed her forehead with her hand and asked in a low voice.
"Less than ten minutes."
"Is it...."
Thinking of what happened at the end of that night, he made a deal with Shui Linlang, which was the reason why the identity of Night Crow did not disappear.
Fangran stood up from the sofa, prepared to board the plane, nodded and said, just slightly lost in thought.
That's right, he can no longer use that kind of power,
In fact, even the gluttony that devoured B-99 was summoned by Fangran with his own magic power.
"Considering the current season in Northern Europe, Your Excellency, this is the dress that the adult told me to make according to your figure but never had the chance to give it to you."
Yelena, who was standing behind Fangran, waved to the bodyguard in black and asked him to come forward with a suitcase.
Opening the lid of the box, what was inside was a well-made windbreaker jacket that was somewhat similar to his dress-style Night Parade, but with more emphasis on status and the restrained power that it symbolized.
The elegant and meticulous pure black fabric has intricate workmanship without a trace of wrinkles. On the ironed collar is a golden badge inlaid with gems that is somewhat similar to the Crimson Queen's scepter.
After hesitating for a moment, thinking about the significance of being here and what he had to do, Fangran finally accepted this obviously valuable piece of clothing.
"Forgetting your trouble."
Yelena smiled slightly and bowed slightly.
"It's my pleasure."
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At the same time, thousands of kilometers away from the capital city where a flight to Northern Europe had just taken off ahead of schedule,
In a villa in a small northern town,
Among the pale and calm figures wearing black butler and maid costumes, working quietly in the terrifying atmosphere, in the deepest room of the villa,
In a dark room at night, on a bed covered with the same pure black sheets.
A figure wearing a black dress, but with hair covering her pale and tempting skin, looked strange and coquettish in this environment, slowly supported her body from her resting sleep,
The suppressed ominousness and chaos in Violet's pupils formed a kind of terrifying calm. She felt the pain in her chest that woke her up just now.
Raising a fiery arc of madness, he raised his eyes.
