It All Starts with the Wizard

Although the woman's voice sounded directly in Roman's mind, it did not appear illusory at all. On the contrary, to Roman, it was as if someone was actually whispering in his ear.

Cold, indifferent, not mixed with the slightest emotional fluctuation, even if he is behind bars, he faces everything with an absolutely calm attitude.

Holding the heavy apocalypse in both hands, Roman's palms slowly oozes sweat, and at the same time he feels a chill on his back. Although the woman did not show any hostility, the conversation seemed calm and calm.

But it was this somewhat abnormal performance that caused Roman's heart to contract unconsciously, and even an irresistible sense of suffocation repeatedly pressed his tight nerves.

However, Roman finally forced himself to calm down. Panic and daze could not relieve his inner anxiety, nor would it bring any sense of security. It would only put himself in a more disadvantaged situation, so that he completely lost the initiative in the subsequent dialogue. right.

Roman stared at the woman in the painting and didn't answer immediately. He was trying his best not to let his eyes reveal his uneasy heart, so he planned to respond with silence before finding a suitable entrance.

There is no other way. Romance now has a feeling of being completely seen through by people just looking at the woman. This feeling is very bad, but Roman is unwilling to look away. He doesn't want others to see himself. The weak side, especially when the other party may be the enemy.

Seeing that Roman did not answer immediately, the woman didn't seem surprised at all. In other words, she didn't care whether the other party would answer her question. She lowered her eyes slightly, and her white hair fell down, covering half of her cheek. She no longer looked at Roman, but instead set her gaze on the tea cup on the table.

"Are you scared?"

The woman's cold voice sounded again. At this moment, she was still lowering her head slightly, staring at the slightly rippling water in the teacup, but her words pierced the psychological defense line that Roman had just erected like a sharp blade.

A stern look flashed in Roman’s eyes. The feeling of being seen through made him a little irritable, and he couldn’t help but want to kill, but his reason immediately calmed his eyes again. Now any strong emotional fluctuations will interfere with his judgment. Maybe this is the effect that woman wants, and he must stay as calm as possible.

"Who are you?"

After a long silence, Roman finally spoke. Instead of answering the woman’s question, he chose another most direct and simple questioning method. In fact, Roman didn’t care about the woman’s name or identity, anyway. He can't afford to exist.

The only reason why he asked such a question was to get rid of the woman's rhythm and try to see if he could take the initiative, but maybe Roman himself didn't realize how dry his voice was just now.

The woman didn't answer, she didn't even look up at Roman, but raised her arm, and then gently flicked the tea cup with a finger, making a crisp sound.

In the next moment, Roman only felt his whole head buzzing, and his soul seemed to tremble with this sound, trying to get out of the body, in a daze, Roman saw an endless starry sky, and in front of him, there was a burning flame. The huge meteorite was smashing towards him.

"An illusion! This is an illusion!"

Roman looked at the meteorite getting closer, and even felt a hot burning sensation. He wanted to move his body, but suddenly realized that he was being firmly restrained by a violent wind pressure, and he couldn't even move his fingers. !

"Damn! Calm down! I want to calm down!"

Roman bit his tongue sharply, and his eyes suddenly became pitch black. At the same time, the Shirmos spar turned frantically, even stirring up the entire mental power vortex, mental power riots, generally speaking, this is self-harm. But it was the most effective way that Roman could think of.

Suddenly, Roman snorted, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the darkness in his eyes slowly receded. He successfully escaped from the illusion, but at this moment Roman looked rather embarrassed.

Not only the hair is messy, the forehead is sweating, but two lines of red blood are flowing down his eyes.

"Yes, although the strength is a bit weak, but it is still a bit capable."

The woman lightly raised the teacup and looked at Roman.

Roman silently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and looked at the woman in the painting with cold eyes. There was no fear in his eyes this time, but instead revealed a fierce and silent intent to kill.

Based on what happened just now, Roman has roughly determined that although this woman is very powerful, after being trapped in the Apocalypse, she basically can't exert any strength, otherwise she won't use words to make her mind unstable. Then take the opportunity to yin his own hand.

Conversely, that is that this woman cannot cause harm to herself when she is defensive, because Roman doesn't think that the woman has kept her hands just now, and she definitely wants to kill herself with a single blow to get out of trouble.

"Why such a beautiful lady is so cruel is really embarrassing."

Roman said, the tone of his speech had already returned to his old tone, even with a slight taste of ridicule. To be on the safe side, he wanted to test the other party in his words to see if the other party had enough energy, or where the other party's bottom line was.

"Madam? In my opinion, being a wizard, cruelty is the basic quality, cutting grass and roots is a virtue, in my long life, death has no longer attached any other factors, unwilling? Regret? Pain? Nothing? Meaningless.

Killing to me ~www.wuxiahere.com~ means literally, simple and direct, so when I do it, I usually don't pay much attention to the process, and the result is the only meaningful thing.

For example, just now, because of the limitation of this space, just now I can say that it is the only chance I can kill you, but since I missed it, there is nothing to be a pity. "

The woman put down the teacup and placed her hands on her legs, but her face seemed a bit more vivid at this moment, not like ice sculptures before.

Although the woman's words are still cold, but from her words, it can be seen that she seems to be willing to communicate with Roman a little bit.

Roman was cold in his heart. He was not surprised by what the woman said, and he could even understand. Although his life was not long, he would not feel too guilty about murder. Or other unnecessary emotions, everything should be based on self-interest as much as possible.

But what made him cool was that the woman’s tone and attitude were so calm and natural, and Roman could feel that the woman’s words were not subconsciously deterring him and making him feel fearful, on the contrary. Roman thinks what the woman said just now is far lighter than what she has done.