The rookie at Super Seminary wants to retire every day

Chapter 64 The Prophet with Two Faces

The next morning, Shen Xi stood on the stage and expressed his apology and self-blame to everyone in a warm voice. Most people in the Angel Legion had no idea. The prophet did not mean it, and the apology was sincere. There was no need to hold grudges, but there were a few. But he stayed in place.

Leng was very confused listening to Shen Xang's explanation. If he understood correctly, Shen Xang said that those emotions were accidentally overflowed from him. Can it be understood that Shen Xang was actually patient all the time?
"Master Prophet, what did you just mean to say that those emotions are all carried by you?"

"Yes, they are all a part of me, a collection of evil thoughts." Seeing that the person asking was Leng, Shen Yang was very patient. Although he didn't sleep well last night, it did not delay him from expressing his friendliness to his friend.

"Then why are you so sad?" Leng had a deep memory of her feelings that night. In addition to anger and violence, she also felt an indescribable sadness and sorrow, as if she had infinite grievances that were difficult to express.

Shen Yang was stunned by Leng's question and then shook his head: "No, although the source of the emotion is me, what you feel is my extreme evil thoughts after all. They are specific aggressive emotions and are personal The processed version of emotions cannot be directly equated with me, and my own emotions are not that scary."

Leng thought carefully for a few times, but still felt that he understood it correctly: "I know, that's why I asked you why you are so sad."

Shen Xing was confused: He is very well, what is there to be sad about?
Seeing this, Keisha smoothed things over and said, "Leng, it's not polite to ask about private matters publicly. I want to know in private."

"Yes." Leng Beikesha didn't realize her recklessness at all. With so many people, even if she had grievances, Shen Xi couldn't say anything. She would go to him later and ask, see if there is anyone she can help. Very busy.

Leng had heard many seniors emphasize that time can heal everything, but at Shen Xang's age, his grievances still existed.

It's not that Leng doesn't believe in the magic of time, but for Shen Xang, the therapy of time may not be that applicable. Perhaps the source of grievances is not the pain of the past but the knot that cannot be untied. If it is a knot, then Leng feels that he It is absolutely necessary to ask and try to help solve it.

As soon as the meeting ended, Leng immediately followed Shen Yang: "Shen Yang, I didn't mean to prevent you from coming to the stage. I just suddenly thought that there was an element of grievance in the emotions I felt that night, and I want to help you."

Shen Yang knew that Leng was just enthusiastic, and he smiled: "I know, I don't mean to blame you, I just don't understand what sadness and grievance you are talking about. I have experienced three generations of angel kings, and I will definitely have some pains in the past, but It is common for life to be unsatisfactory, not to mention that as an emperor and a courtier, I have become a real estate."

"That's it."

Leng was a little regretful. She rarely felt the distance from Shen Xang, but once she felt it, it was a chasm that could never be filled. Shen Xang's age and experience were beyond her imagination.

Leng Ting's master Ruoning occasionally talked about the Tiangong period. She said that when she was in the Tiangong, all the subjects were guessing every day what kind of words the prophet would use to force Hua Ye to break his guard, guessing how long Hua Ye could be fooling around every day, and guessing what Shen Ye would do today. Depending on your mood, you will choose how to torment Tianzha.

But when Leng asked if Tiangong had always been like this, Ruoning shook his head silently. When he asked what it was like before, Ruoning chose to remain silent. For this reason, Leng could only understand the history of that time through some words.

It's a pity that the text is written by people. No matter how detailed it is, it is difficult to truly replay that period of history perfectly, and those who have experienced it are unwilling to recall the past again.

"Shen Xang, what was the Heavenly Palace like in the old days?"

"The tragedy of extreme hedonism. Those in power live a wonderful life, while civilians and the weak are not even qualified to defend their right to life. Life and death depend only on the words of those in power."

Shen Xang's evaluation is very simple, but behind it is a tragic past. Even if you are alive, you need to be given alms, let alone other rights.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked about the sad past."

Looking at the drooped little head, Shen Xuan touched Leng's blond hair lovingly: "There's no need for this, Leng, you didn't do anything wrong. History is an existence that should be faced squarely. I never mind being mentioned by anyone."

Feeling Shen Xiang's tolerance, Leng Wan raised her lips and her worries were completely calmed down. She took the initiative to change the topic and said: "Shen Xiang, have you heard? There is a rumor that Tianji Wang Hexi is going to Lieyang Star to exchange knowledge. .”

"I heard that I'm going too."

"Ah? Are you going too? Queen Kesa agreed?" Leng was stunned. She just mentioned this casually and wanted to remove the previous topic, but she fell asleep and exploded.

"I must have agreed, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sneak away."

"Then when will you come back?"

"It will take at least a hundred years. The details will depend on He Xi's progress."

At this time, Leng felt unspeakably flustered. She looked at Shen Yang anxiously: "Why do you want to go suddenly? I remember that you have an ability called sitting and watching the world? You can know the situation without going out. "Yes, if we talk about information alone, I can indeed break through the limitations of time and space, but I have other purposes for this trip and I have to go together."

"Oh."

When Leng heard this, he knew that there was no room for turning around, and Shen Xang had to go on this trip.

The inner confusion made Leng urgently want to say something, but her arrogant personality made it difficult for her to say anything. In the end, all she blurted out was dry congratulations.

"That helps you have a smooth journey."

"Thank you, I will, don't worry about me, everything will go well."

After thanking Shen Xiang, he waited for a while and made sure that Leng had nothing else to say before turning around and leaving. Leng looked at Shen Xiang's back and subconsciously took two steps after him. When his sense came back, he firmly rooted his footsteps in place.

She can't stop him, she can't stop him, she has no choice but to support him
As soon as I returned to my room, a faint joke came over me: "Little guy, I didn't realize that you have two faces. Do those little angels know that you are so violent?"

Shen Xang glanced sideways at the woman who was nailed to the wall with a halberd: "Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about whether you can go home safely."

"I don't have a home and I don't have anyone I care about. It doesn't matter what the outcome is."

The woman had been hanging on the wall for ten hours. Her blood had already flowed to the end, and her face was as pale as paper, but she still had a gentle smile, without any impatience or anger.

"Don't come here to engage in soft policy. You are in the same group as the man who attacked me before. They are all damned guys."

"Don't be like this, kid. We are not in the same group. We just belong to the same clan. Our relationship is just like you and that male angel named Hua Ye. I also hate that guy's ugly face."

"Why should I trust you?"

The woman smiled and tilted her head: "Aren't you a prophet? Are you not sure whether what I say is true or false?"

Shen Xing stared at the woman and withdrew the euphorbia for a moment: "I don't care whether what you said is true or false. I just want to know the reason why you come to trouble me. What is there in me that makes you so persistent?"

The woman moved her body, and the blood hole that was poked was healing quickly. Her enchanting eyes turned randomly: "This, it depends on whether you have the ability to know."

The words stopped abruptly, and the woman's movements to attack were frozen in place. Shen Xian held his halberd against the woman's bluish-white neck, his face expressionless: "What do you know? Go on."

The woman smiled: "It's sad that the Lord of God is so worried. Should such a keen insight be praised as a born ring master or a destined sinner?"

"There's no point in wasting time with me. I have a bad temper and poor patience, especially because I slept very badly last night because of you!" Shen Yang roared, swallowing his anger again, with a sullen face. Continued:

"So don't mess with me anymore, be honest and understand or let me completely crush your spirit and turn you into my slave, your choice."

The woman did not flinch in the face of the terrifying mental pressure, not because she was completely sure, but because she had no choice.

"I'd love to tell you the truth, but would you like to hear my struggles after hearing the information?"

Shen Xing was desperate. His brain was about to explode. How could this woman be so stubborn?

"Shen Xi, are you ready?"

Kesha called warmly, and when she opened the door, she saw blood all over the floor. Shen Yang was spread out on the sofa, and a euphorbia was held in the hand of a strange woman.

Keisha:! ! !
The woman who suddenly had a weapon thrust into her hand:? ? ?
(End of this chapter)