Fairy’s Box

After the storm, the streets of London were crowded with people.

Alone, Surante bowed her head. She was wearing a close-fitting black double-breasted coat, her curly hair tied behind her head, and a big-brimmed hat of the same color in one hand, walking silently through the busy traffic.

This kind of dress makes the Qianhai general look like a fashionable urban beauty.

She always lowered her eyes habitually to block the pair of cold pupils, but once she raised her eyes, she was no longer the fashionable and beautiful urban beauty, and the icy line of sight would cover all the places she passed. Apply frost.

Hatred ate away at her mind like poisonous insects, and the mad poisonous flames intensified under the suppression. After surrendering to the murderer who killed the sea emperor, only ten days passed, but for the sea witch, it was like a year.

However, the object of the former sea general's hatred is not the governor. Compared with external enemies, internal traitors are more hateful.

Chrissyula - Surant wanted to tear him to shreds whenever he thought of his arrogant face when he murdered his colleague.

And now, it's time.

Because she discovered that since this time, no one has monitored her, and no one has restricted her freedom. The governor did not know whether he was being generous or stupid when dealing with such a surrendered person with a different heart.

The sea witch raised her head, her eyes were like knives, and she stared at a villa in the most prosperous community in the city.

This is a luxurious new villa with a wide courtyard, front hall, hall and prayer hall at the back, beautifully constructed and elegantly set. The crystal bulbs hanging from the lampposts in the courtyard were extremely dazzling in Surant's eyes.

She silently disappeared into the hall, and the cold breath also infiltrated every corner of the villa.

There are luxurious leather sofas, large bookshelves with mahogany floors, huge world maps hanging on the walls, neatly ironed military uniforms hanging on hangers, and lush precious potted plants on the corridors and beside the steps.

Every time she glanced at the extravagant furnishings here, the sea witch felt more hatred. She knew very well that everything, including this villa, was exchanged by Krissula with the blood of her colleagues.

Sneak silently to the door of the master bedroom.

Surant took out the small golden harp from his arms, and flicked the strings with his long, white fingers, and a series of smooth syllables suddenly rippled in the space.

With the flick of her fingers, all anger and depression poured into notes, turned into substantial energy, and the grand storm tore apart the bedroom door in an instant:

"Traitor, your retribution is here!"

boom--!

Behind the doorway, which was scattered like snowflakes, stood the calm figure of Krisura.

"..."

He was wearing silk pajamas, standing by the beautifully textured marble coffee table, holding a bottle of Highland whisky in his hand. After filling the goblet, he took a sip, and then raised his glass to the other party:

"I knew you would come."

"So you're ready to die?"

Surante's hair fluttered in the wind, like a witch, his fingers twitched again, and the notes turned into countless golden lines that covered the void, instantly shrouding the former sea prince Krissula.

Chong——!

At this moment, a sword cry burst out in the space.

Countless sharp, linear sword lights surged up from behind Krisshura, pouring down, like a fine golden giant net, facing the musical notes, and the storm-like notes between the electric light and flint were torn apart by the sword light.

"..."

Like a floating shadow, Kara came out from behind Krissula and stood aside like a sculpture.

"In other words, Your Excellency the Governor knows that you will come." Prince Hai's belated words entered Surante's eardrums at this moment.

"You watch me?"

The sea witch let out a cold sweat.

"There are only two objects of your revenge, except that Krissula is the governor himself, we only need to pay attention to this side."

Kara turned her face sideways, and the shadow cast by the floor-to-ceiling windows gradually expanded, covering the other side:

"There is no monitoring, no personal restrictions, we have given you the greatest freedom and tolerance, and you Sea Witch Surante, you have failed the Governor's good intentions. Just be easy to capture, lack of scales and body protection, you are not my enemy of unity. ."

"Arrogant! Even the original Sea Dragon wouldn't dare to speak to me like that."

The sea devil's cheeks were flushed with shame and anger, and his fingers were sharp, sketching a rapid note. Numerous black shadows appeared in the void in an instant. They seemed to be condensed out of darkness, and suddenly appeared in the void, waving pitch-black, skinny, demon-like hands, and the airtight cage approached the two of them.

"Ask yourself."

Kara's face sank, and her left hand instantly turned into a palm knife, swinging her arm diagonally.

Search--!

Countless golden linear sword lights shot out suddenly, like raindrops, whizzing down the shadows in the air. Each sword light was like a real blade, leaving clear scratches in the void.

After extinguishing the shadow, Jianguang even bit the figure of the sea witch and chased after him, leaving countless holes in every corner of the villa.

"Ha ha……"

With a coquettish smile on Surante's face, he avoided easily, his figure wandered in the sword light like a shuttle, his fingers flicked, and rays of light like crescent moons shot out, shooting towards the surroundings. The seemingly irregular rays of light are extremely penetrating, and all the sword lights they encounter will be instantly annihilated into shock waves, blasting the villa into chaos in an instant.

"..."

During this process, Kara's eyes were still calm, but she just flattened her left arm. The originally ordinary movement, but a thin sound of the blade unsheathing came from the air.

"Have you seen..."

He looked at each other silently, with light reflecting in his eyes, like a burning sword.

"The light of the holy sword unsheathed?"

Chong——!

As soon as the light in the space dimmed, it was instantly filled with golden light, just like the flawless brilliance of the holy sword when it was unsheathed, sweeping towards the void.

The dazzling golden light swept out, leaving a fan-shaped void ripple, which instantly drowned the figure of the sea witch.

After the light dissipated, the entire villa in front of Jianguang was divided into two, the fracture was smooth, and the upper part of the building slanted and slid toward the courtyard, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky.

Krissula picked up the unconscious sea witch from the ruins and walked to Kara's side.

"let's go."

He glanced at the former general of the sea, and with a flash, he disappeared into the dust that was about to expand.

...

When Surant woke up, he was sitting in the office of the Governor's Palace, with no restraints on his body, no one else in front of him, only the unfathomable Governor, standing calmly in front of her.

"Are you afraid of death?" Yale asked indifferently.

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became solemn, and the sea witch looked at him coldly, her eyes met, as if swords were facing each other.

"Kill if you want, what nonsense?" She insisted.

"Very well, then play a game, a game about life."

Two rings lit up in the black-haired knight's eyes, the light scattered and retreated, and the gray-black turbid field closed the space and enveloped the two of them.

As soon as she touched each other's eyes, she suddenly felt shocked.

A fiery, tyrannical, domineering and boundless terrifying will poured into his mind, just swept away, an unparalleled suction force was born, and he volleyed himself up and threw it into a chaotic space.

Surant felt that he was falling into the boundless darkness of hell.

No sound, no light, no smell, no touch, consciousness... weightless.

I don't know how long it took, the sea witch suddenly 'woke up', and a dream-like scene danced in front of her eyes.

She saw her younger self, who was stroking the harp and practicing diligently, playing with her little friends, acting like a spoiled child to her parents carefree, and being happy for a small piece of cake.

Looking at her childish self, she couldn't help laughing along.

Then the screen changed, Surante grew up, met a tutor, handsome seniors, close girlfriends, and jealous sisters of the same period, all appeared in her body. Failure, discouragement, success, joy. Looking at myself back then, countless tastes emerged from my heart and flooded with the picture.

Then, Surant is already a slender girl, the warmth of the family, the blessing of the relatives, the handsome guy who secretly loves, the strong self-confidence and the staggering declaration, and the fiery passion blooms at the best age. Witnessing that she beat her opponents one by one and won countless reputations, the envious eyes of bystanders were fluttering like fairy - the sea witch felt ashamed of herself at this time.

At this time, the picture turned to the scene where she officially became the general of the sea. It was unexpectedly short, searching for qualified girls to sacrifice, looking for the lost treasures, killing non-stop... and the cold and quiet Qinghai column.

The sea witch watched all of this quietly and became confused. Only then did she realize that the days of becoming a sea general were just a small fragment of her life.

In the end, the picture is still and restored to boundless darkness.

She floated slowly, falling non-stop in the boundless darkness.

Time goes on and on, like an endless thread, it doesn't know when it will break. In the unknown fear and darkness, the sea witch suddenly found that her life was so beautiful, even the most painful days were as sweet as honey compared to the dead silence now.

I don't want to die!

I want to be reborn!

I want to live for myself!

Kacha-!

A mass of white light spread out in front of her eyes, and the sea witch woke up like a drowning person. She took a deep breath. The first thing that came into her eyes was a handsome and cold face.

"Your life is far better than you think, isn't it?"

Yale turned his head, turned his back to her, and looked out of the window:

"I have also been blinded by hatred. Everything in my eyes has no glory, and I refuse to accept the reality of my comrades dying and living alone. Until an angel appeared in front of me, her eyes were full of brilliance, and her life was full of bright spots. ...she taught me what true strength is.

In every period of life, there is something that one cherishes most, but people are always entangled in the beauty of the past and are good at forgetting the present. Often only when their lives come to an end, from the dimension of a line, can they see what they really want.

Surant, you have to remember that you are not a survivor of the sea, and your original life was better. I give you one last chance, cherish everything now, and return to your own track. "

There was a long silence, and in the silence, large teardrops fell on the floor and shattered. The sob of the sea witch gradually sounded in the office, which became clearer and clearer, and finally turned into howling.

The black-haired knight knew that it was a cry of relief, a cry of rebirth, a cry of joy.