In the ancient palace ablaze with lights, the demon girl sat on the shoulders of the human son, chuckling as she asked a question.
Who said you're pretending to be a charlatan?
……Um?
Ning Feng blinked, somewhat confused.
What's the meaning?
"You mean I wasn't pretending to be a charlatan just now?"
Doesn't that count as me being a charlatan?
Could you please respect my hard work and let me succeed?
I've already tried so hard to lie, what more do you want from me?
After a long pause, he finally managed to utter a cryptic, prophetic statement. Isn't that enough to make him seem like a charlatan?
Are you really just saying that offhand?
Um?
"What do you mean? Are you saying I said that on purpose?"
Isn't that obvious?
I was lying, but the other person isn't stupid.
Although he was pretending to be a charlatan, he wasn't completely oblivious to it; he was also worried about being exposed.
That would be so awkward.
"You will eventually become king."
Such words may sound profound and sophisticated, but they actually say nothing at all.
The word "finally" itself does not specify a particular time or indicate exactly when.
The idea of "becoming king" is even more intriguing.
What kind of king will he become? How will he become king? These important questions were not addressed.
In short, Ning Feng has all the power of interpretation, so he's not afraid of anything even if problems arise.
Ning Feng felt he had done quite well to impress a complete stranger in such a short time.
What do you mean by that?
Was it really just an accident, or a twist of fate?
What?
Looking up in confusion, Ning Feng wondered why the demon who had always despised fate would suddenly say such a thing.
But when he looked up at the smiling girl who showed her canine teeth, he didn't say the words he was supposed to.
"…………"
Her red eyes were reflected in his gaze, as if he were looking at the bright moon in the sky.
A blood-red full moon.
It was somewhat inappropriate for the occasion, but Ning Feng couldn't help but think of one thing:
1. Those eyes are truly beautiful.
He didn't know when it started, but he no longer felt fear towards those eyes.
For some reason, those eyes were so captivating.
Their relationship seems to have changed with each interaction, evolving from fear to its current state, a distance even greater than that between them and Shirin.
When did the change begin?
Or, from a conspiracy theory perspective, nothing has changed at all, and it's all under Ariana's control and design. How terrifying would that be?
Ning Feng acknowledged that such a possibility did exist, but he had long since stopped thinking about it.
The more Ning Feng understood the world, the more he realized the insurmountable gap between himself and Ariana.
She is like the moon in the sky, while he is still just a lake on the ground.
Even though they are separated by distance, the gap between them cannot be eliminated.
Even if she was deceiving him, he couldn't resist now, especially since he believed she hadn't done it.
Trust, ambiguity, hesitation, doubt... a complex mix of positive and negative emotions, all of which ultimately melted into the upward gaze.
Ning Feng didn't voice these feelings; he just looked up at the sky in a daze.
Their relationship is that of a demon and a contractor, an awakened being and a supernatural being, a human and a cat...
And now, perhaps we can add another layer: mutual trust among friends.
Are you willing to let this relationship end here?
Even Ning Feng himself couldn't explain this.
He had a feeling that it was a little too late to say these things now.
Maybe.
His eyes were silent, as if no one had noticed anything.
He didn't say it, but fortunately, someone was able to understand.
Ariana smiled and squinted her eyes, first kissing her fingertips, then gently stroking around his eye sockets with those fingers.
As the pale fingertips traced a path, a crimson flame ignited in Ning Feng's eyes.
Their eyes met, both a deep crimson color.
Hehehe...
Now, you're just like me.
The bright moon, hanging high in the night sky, eventually fell into the lake, and its reflection in the water took on its color.
"you……"
Just as Ning Feng was about to speak, his lips were gently pressed down by Ariana's fingers.
Listen to me first, don't rush.
She gently touched Ning Feng's lips, her eyes tender and serene.
Now that I've brought you here, I think it's time to tell you more.
!
!
The demon, who always loved to be a riddle teller, seemed to have changed his ways this time, taking the initiative to try and convey information to him.
With a beaming smile, Ariana showed no sign of seriousness whatsoever; it was as if she were chatting casually rather than discussing anything serious.
Do you often have a peculiar feeling of familiarity when you see certain scenes or things?
Do you often feel like you've experienced similar things before? And you seem to know how to handle them?
Ning Feng wanted to deny it, but in the end he remained silent because she had always been by his side, and there was no way to deny it.
Doesn't this seem familiar?
Ariana chuckled lightly, speaking in a relaxed manner:
[In legend, the Secret Realm of the Holy Word contains a mysterious being capable of answering all questions... Ah, that's a bit of a mouthful, but let's just call her the Sage for now.]
A wise man.
A mysterious being who can guide everyone through the maze can indeed be called a "sage".
[And not long after the sages disappeared, a prophet emerged among humanity, capable of seeing hope amidst the endless bloodshed.]
The smile broadened, and the demon squinted as he whispered:
Don't you think this is a very coincidental thing?
With a slight frown, Ning Feng continued to speculate about the possibilities mentioned by Ariana.
The timeline matches, both occurring roughly a thousand years ago, during the era when the power of the gods was at its peak.
Moreover, these two abilities do indeed share some similarities.
But is it really just a coincidence?
As Ning Feng pondered, Ariana, perched on his shoulders, gently stroked his dark hair and continued:
If all of this is true, then the prophet is the sage in the secret place of the Holy Word. Does that mean everything here belongs to the prophet?
[And since you are the new prophet, could you put it another way...?]
Looking at Ning Feng, who was deep in thought, Ariana's voice lowered, becoming like a whisper between lovers, teasing him:
Everything here...
It should have belonged to you.
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