Blonde Xiya is neither angry nor disappointed, she just laughs

"The first enlightened one is the conceited and stupid first enlightened one.

You struggle in chaos, not sure what you want.

Someone verbally speaks to you and gives orders to you.

Then you gentlely think that it is your master."

——Song of the Shadow of Sin·Song of the First Awakening

Xiya was almost unable to stand steadily. She glanced at the rock dust stick that had lost its glory and threw it aside. The armor on her body was particularly heavy at this time. She reached out and unbuttoned the armor, threw it aside, and walked towards Fenglanche, who was limping on the ground. Fenglanche was not injured. He just collapsed on the ground and could not move. The hood fell down, revealing the elf's ears. He hugged the rock beside him tightly and refused to let go. There was a dark wet spot at the bottom of the rock. Fenglanche was so scared that he was incontinent just now.

Like a dog, it is not a puppy held by a noble lady, nor a vicious dog of the guard at the city gate, nor even a watchdog in a civilian home, nor a stray dog, but just an old mangy dog ​​with a shameless face, desperately showing you how powerful and useful he is. Ignore it and continue to perform hard. Everyone is its owner, and it can easily change its owner.

Feng Lanche was so scared that he shivered when he saw Xiya coming, and said hurriedly, "It was them who threatened me... I don't want to betray Sesi... I can't help but!" "Oh? I can't help but use the teleportation array?" Xiya didn't care whether he betrayed Sesi. They had reached an agreement on supporting Tangaro. Other interests were ambiguous, but she didn't even have the idea of ​​pulling people with two sides.

She grabbed Feng Lanche's hair and forced him to look up at him. Feng Lanche looked at Xiya's rose-like face, and felt a dazed, trying to tell her everything, but the tingling pain of her scalp pulled back to his senses. Xiya was carrying the light, which made him unable to see the expression on her face clearly. She could only see her lowered her charming eyes, not knowing what she was thinking. He didn't know what Xiya was going to deal with him, and expressed his loyalty impatiently, "Don't kill me, I'll tell you everything, I swear I won't lie!"

"No need, I will see it myself." Xiya grabbed his neck with her other hand, letting him expose his side neck, condensed with water elements into an ice needle, and stabbed into his artery with extremely precise accuracy. She cut her hand with a subtle wind blade, attached the blood to the needle and injected it into Fenglanche's artery. She used her own blood as a medium to invade her thoughts into Fenglanche's memory.

So she saw the future that Feng Lanche saw.

The plundering black thorns, the blood-stained palace, the empty imperial capital, the moat filled with flesh and blood... Scenes flashed by, and then some broken fragments.

A woman with a suffocating beauty stood in a palace that she had never seen before, raised her wine glass, slowly poured her wine on the ground, and said something with a smile; the black thorns devoured everything, and some people rushed over in a chariot and tried their best to restrain it; the trees grew in front of the black thorns, growing into a huge fence; the woman was wearing armor, standing in front of the black thorns, holding her scepter; the palace was full of people, they crawled on the ground, bowing to the people on the throne, and she had never seen that person; a brand new ornate palace, the beautiful woman in complex dress, smiling towards the people on the throne; the pitch-black dragon flew across the sky, roaring and swooping towards the black thorns, and the displaced people on the ground were running wildly...

She also saw herself, she lay on the back of the dragon, flying in the air; she saw herself and Sesi, who were covered in blood, stumbled and supported each other; she saw Sesi and Gano jump into a magic space, and outside the space, she maintained the survival of the two people with magic; she saw herself moving forward with difficulty on the endless snowfield, unable to tell the direction in the empty white world...

Xiya struggled to escape from this future scene. She let go of her hand and shook her back a few steps. She shook her head and calmed down. Her voice was slightly erratic. "Is this the future you see?" She did not see Tangala. She saw Sesi, Gano, Canglanyan, and Diorion, but she did not see Tangala. What does this mean? She knew very well about Tangala's strength. In this era, in this continent, no one could kill him. Could it be that the person on the throne killed him? Who is that? Who is the woman with him? She obviously belongs to this era. Is that man also a person from this era?

Xiya did not intend to tell Tangala about these things. She was not the firstborn, and Feng Lanche did not take the initiative to show her these things. She forced Feng Lanche to open her mind. She only saw fragments, and as the daughter of the firstborn, she naturally understood how unreliable the fragments were. Her mother used various fragments to frame one rival after another of her thoughts as the firstborn. Xiya was determined to keep silent and could only come herself in the future. These fragments just told her what she should do in that scene.

Feng Lanche was still trembling. He didn't know how much Xiya saw in his consciousness, nor did he know whether he should beg for mercy now.

"Silly and conceited, Feng Lanche, you and my mother are really similar." Xiya spoke casually, "and they all regard their duties as their own magic weapon. The mother slanders others wantonly, just because what the preceptor sees is the 'set future'. And you, you don't know what you want, and you blindly wait for others to give orders; if someone is gentle and casual to you, you think that is not worthy of attention; if someone beats you and scolds you, you think that it is your master, and you are happy for someone to order you." Xiya looked at the embarrassing preceptor.

Feng Lanche's betrayal was particularly simple. The Red Witch did not use any coercion and inducement. She just said to Feng Lanche--"The high priest of the empire wants to see you." He obeyed for granted.

Xiya's voice became colder and colder, as if she was thinking of her dead mother. "The Duke is too careful to choose a person. Any waste can become a saint - no, maybe the original saint did do their duty, but you descendants... should die!"

In the flash of lightning, perhaps it was the instinct for survival that burst out. Feng Lanche jumped over, grabbed the rock dust stick that was still on the side by Xiya, and shouted, "Flying sand and stones! The blessing of the earth!"

Xiya thought he was going to fight back, so she drew out her long sword with caution, sand and stones were flying all over the sky, and the earth walls covered Feng Lanche's figure. Then, he ran away, and even at this time, he did not dare to fight to the death.

But Xiya didn't care, even though he took the Rock Dust Staff away. As long as she went back and mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally, the Rock Dust Staff in the hands of the Foresighter was the Rock Dust Stone worshipped in the Temple, and Rap would be more anxious to kill Feng Lanche than anyone else.

She walked through the wind and sand and walked towards the city of Prous.

Feng Lanche ran away desperately. With the help of magic and rock dust sticks, he moved and jumped between the spaces, ran desperately, and finally collapsed on the ground. He lay on the ground, vomiting like convulsions, and burst into tears. He asked himself, "What the hell am I doing?" Someone came over, and he was dragged like a corpse and threw it at the feet of a horse.

The person immediately said, "Feed him some water." He could not hear any emotion, neither pity nor disgust.

Feng Lanche pulled out of panic and self-pity, and he no longer wanted to face the threat of death again. The young man was majestic and his sculptured facial features were slightly gloomy. His royal blue eyes were bright and pure and too eye-catching. His half-long brown curly hair hung to his shoulders. Feng Lanche noticed that the young man was a little tired, his delicate and expensive clothes were covered with dust, and it seemed that he had experienced a long journey.

The young man looked at Feng Lanche, his tone was full of oppression, "Are you a person from the Black Stone Jungle?" Feng Lanche looked around in surprise, and found that he had come to the Black Stone Jungle in the transformation of space, and came to the place where his original master asked him to go. He nodded, not knowing why the young man asked that.

"Then, Shadow Dragon lives in the black stone jungle, is this true?" The young man leaned over slightly. His clear blue eyes made Feng Lanche unable to look directly, but he was captured by the young man's aura and did not dare to look away. The young man's words were full of deception and deception. "I am the eldest prince Diurion, and my father ordered me to come and find the old house of Shadow Dragon to renovate it, thanking the Shadow Dragon for saving the people of the imperial capital. Can you tell me about Shadow Dragon?"
Chapter completed!