My Boss, the White-haired Nun

This is the second time he has come here. The last time was more than five hundred years ago.

The mortal army has cleared away the thorns outside the dragon's nest for the brave, and now, it is only the time for the brave.

or……

It's just that when [Brave] came here, he found that [Dragon] had been waiting here quietly.

"The blood pact on Teresa's body was broken by someone, right?"

She looked at the man who walked in front of her, and the figure of the man was reflected in the bright red eyes.It seemed that apart from the world itself, nothing could arouse her interest, only this man was worthy of her attention, worthy of her attention.

It's absurd, but it's the truth.

In the past twenty-four hours, she has the ability to completely destroy all the troops surrounding here every minute.It's easy to get something out of a pocket, but she just endured it so calmly, because she was not interested, because she didn't care - if this was the prelude to letting this man challenge her.

She watched those humble mortals perform with great interest, as if those gunfire and gunpowder smoke were just fireworks for the celebration.

"Yes, I did."

Gong Ming replied calmly, and stood there equally calmly, answering like this.

The tone was calm, not like two enemies who would fight for life and death at any time, but two old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years casually talking about family matters.

"After breaking the blood pact, the loss of life can no longer be reversed." Dracula tilted his head, and a faint wind blew by, causing the skirt of her dress to sway slightly.

With the ruins as the background, it looks like a blooming white flower.

"You should know this better than me, right?"

"En." Gong Ming nodded slightly. "After breaking the blood contract, there is only one way to save her. Or in other words, there is only one way. Without breaking the blood contract, there is no way to save her."

"Yeah, a very bold statement."

The pure white beauty smiled, very clean and gentle. "Do you think you can win this time?"

When she asked this sentence, her tone was not sharp, she was not mocking her opponent as an enemy, it was a normal and peaceful question, as if she was really curious about Gong Ming's answer to this question.

"There is still a chance of winning. As for how much, it is not as much as it was five hundred years ago." Gong Ming shrugged his shoulders and said frankly.

"That's it..." Dracula seemed to be satisfied with his sincerity, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.Eyes narrowed slightly, and then gave such an evaluation.

"That's fine."

"Have you encountered any interesting opponents in the past five hundred years?"

Then, she asked.

"If there is an opponent worthy of your attention, a fox, a snake, a little girl, and half a descended god."

"It's really a disheartening statement." Dracula shook his head regretfully. "Leaving aside the fox and snake, a little girl. You mean the Second Herrscher who was born before I woke up?"

"En." Gong Ming nodded.More than ten years after that battle ended, it was finally the first time to judge the opponent who caused the catastrophe that spread to the entire world.

"It's just a little girl who has the power of a king but not the heart of a king."

This is the first time this man has commented on his opponent more than ten years ago in front of people, and the content of the comment is so unexpected...

Unbearable.

The Second Herrscher, who was so powerful back then, was actually just an immature child in his eyes.

"That's really meaningless."

However, Dracula, who was facing him, nodded and agreed with his words without hesitation, as if he had the same opinion as him.

"I'm not like you, I don't have any nurturing qualities for little girls."

"What about the half-advent god?" she continued.

"Your god was stabbed by me five hundred years ago, and five hundred years later I picked a fruit that was about to ripen, which angered him and sent a clone to kill me, but I chopped it off with my backhand " Gong Ming said lightly.

"Honkai itself?" Dracula finally raised some interest. "It's okay, it's interesting."

"It's a pity that I didn't get to fight against each other." She shook her head and said something that was completely unreasonable in the eyes of other Herrschers. "His blood must be delicious..."

"It's just a pure energy body. Where to find blood." Gong Ming glanced at her. "Even if you can win, you probably won't be able to take advantage of it. In a sense, that's your opponent."

"After the winner is decided, you are still entangled in such trivial details. You are clearly a god, but you don't have the bearing of a god." She laughed, and her smile was full of sarcasm. "Such a rotten thing, sooner or later he will be destroyed together with his body."

"I thought so too." Gong Ming shook his head. "Although He is like that in front of him, there are many tricks behind his back. I am where I am today, and some of these reasons are also part of the reason."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is also worthy of being a god." The pure white woman began to shake her head.

Then the field became quiet.

Gong Ming looked at the woman in front of him and fell silent.And Dracula also stared at him quietly with those red eyes open, without speaking.

"Nicholas." Finally, she broke the silence and said.

"I asked you a question five hundred years ago. What's your answer now?" She narrowed her eyes.

"..."

Gong Ming didn't speak.

"Still, should I repeat the question?"

"Have you ever been locked in a dark cellar for decades without the light of day? Have you ever seen someone crush your fingers, toes, palms, arms on your body? Have you ever seen Did someone insert a sharp blade into your body and take off your trachea alive? Have you ever seen potions made from your eyeballs, formations drawn with your blood, Utensils made out of your bones?"