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"Suggest?"

Under her puzzled eyes, Mary opened her hands, as if to hold her in her arms, and said slowly in a sincere and loving tone.

"Miss Candice Sigrid Rescatje, become a monster and join us."

"As long as you become a monster, the entanglements in your heart can be resolved; the emotions you want to express in your heart can be responded to; the love you desire in your heart can be contained in your hands."

"Are you worried about embarrassing Euphemia? For monsters, serving a husband together is just a normal thing, and she doesn't care."

"Are you worried that Neil will resist you? Then comfort him with your new alluring body, and let his expression turn into melting happiness."

"Are you afraid that your identity will be tolerated by others? I, Regina, all the monsters in the world are your companions, your love, your happiness, we will always support you behind your back .”

She said it softly, as if she was comforting a sister with deep feelings, the heart in the words seemed to be conveyed directly to the heart through the voice, making people almost empathetic enough to understand her love and encouragement as love The mood of the trapped person.

And her words made Candice, who was about to blurt out the words of resistance, stop her words abruptly, and a hesitant expression appeared on her delicate cheeks.

Candice's hands were like praying, tightly grasping the cross on her chest, as if she was hoping that the warm light that radiated could dispel her confusion at this time.

It's just a pity that the power inside is just like a handy handout, a bit of ashes that can't even warm the body.

"If I really become a monster, those are all at my fingertips......?"

Her murmur made the smile on Mary's face even wider.

"Of course, I assure you, loving sister."

———If the essence behind what you do is not clear, then you are just immersed in self-movement and self-sacrifice.

"However, I refuse."

Volume 331 Brave Show Competition: Chapter 330 Chapter [-] Candice's Decision

When those five words were blurted out, the smile on Mary's face also froze immediately, and those two outstretched arms were raised in mid-air in such an embarrassing manner.

Looking at Candice, who was holding the talisman tightly in front of her with a firm face, she opened her mouth before slowly making a sound.

"why.......?"

"Indeed, as you said, once I choose to become a monster, maybe I won't be entangled in these problems, and I may even feel that I am a hesitant idiot now."

A smile gradually appeared on Candice's face, and she said in a self-deprecating manner.

"It's as if I have been hesitating and entangled when I just learned the truth before. In fact, I was just wasting time."

"But even so, even if I thought I was an idiot at that time, it was because of the hesitation, worry, thinking, and entanglement at that time that I became who I am now."

"For me, those are also an inseparable part of me."

She took a deep breath and continued talking to Mary who was silent in front of her.

"Just like what you said, maybe in a certain corner of my heart, I really envy the relationship between Yuffie and Neil, and I'm even a little... jealous of Yuffie's ability to make Neil love her so much. "

"I'm not sure if it's love, maybe it's just my longing for Neil as the main god, or his good impression of me for helping me all the time, thinking that if I can go further, I won't feel disgusted emotion, and maybe even a little bit of ecstasy."

There was a trace of longing and longing in her tone, and she said slowly.

"If I become a monster, maybe I will really use my more beautiful appearance or body to directly confide my emotions to him directly."

"Neil is a good man. With his character, he will put on a smiling face to comfort me first, and then worry about it alone in his heart. Even once I have a relationship with him, he will definitely bear all the pressure and put this bear the responsibility."

"If that's the case, then why do you..."

Under Mary's incomprehensible eyes, Candice shook her head slightly.

"But in that case, it's just throwing the problem on the identity of the monster..."

"Perhaps the final result may be the same, but the process of groping bit by bit after one's own hesitation and distress is different from giving up thinking directly and pinning all hopes on the amplified emotion driven by the monsterization."

She looked straight into Mary's eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"Clarify the essence of what you do, and don't be driven by self-movement or self-sacrifice. This is a very important truth taught to me by my Lord God."

"Maybe I will really clarify my mind one day, but at least for now, I don't want to cause trouble to them just because of a momentary emotional agitation."

"Even though the process will be tortuous and may make me regret or be sad, it is also a very precious part of me."

Speaking of this, the image of Neil consoling herself that night gradually appeared in Candice's mind.

At that time, I had him by my side to comfort me, and I came out of the confusion bit by bit.

Now, even if she doesn't need Neil to enlighten her, she can think about moving forward alone.

Candice folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and gently bent down towards the silent Mary, letting her long lavender hair hang down.

"Miss Mary, maybe demonization is indeed a way for many people to go directly to happiness without being confused or confused."

"Now, I am also very grateful to you and those monsters for rescuing those suffering people when the religious order made mistakes."

She straightened her waist again, and the gentle yet firm smile on her face was reflected in Mary's eyes along with the moonlight piercing through the clouds.

"But I'm sorry, I want to choose the same path as Lord God."

Her firm words gradually drifted away with the breeze, and the huge garden fell into silence again.

Under Mary's deeply frowned brows, sharp eyes stared at her as if they were examining Candice, and Candice still maintained that gentle but firm gaze, without any fear or fear. He stared at her shyly.

It was not until a long time later that Mary lowered her head slightly, and after sighing helplessly, said with some bitterness.

"It's up to you, it's your own loss not to become a monster."

She pushed her silver-white hair behind her ears with her hands, and there was a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"However, I really look forward to the appearance of you running over with regret in the future and begging me to turn you into a monster."

"I don't believe that day will come."

Seeing Candice in front of her responding with a smile, Mary couldn't help but snorted coldly, turned her head, and let her long hair, which spread like silver silk under the bright moonlight, flutter in the air. Stepping forward, leaving the corridor bit by bit.

"Miss Mary."

Candice made a sound suddenly, looked at her paused back, as if she was facing a friend, and said with a smile.

"Thank you for coming here to help me solve my troubles."

After standing quietly for a while, Mary did not turn around, but left the garden straight away, disappearing from Candice's sight.

"call......."

Candice, who was still staying in place, breathed a sigh of relief, and her fragrant shoulders relaxed.

"Although I have made up my mind, I still feel a little regretful..."

She raised her head, looked at the window where the white light still hadn't dissipated, and murmured softly.

"Miss Mary's words are really very tempting... Could it be that this is also the unconscious influence of monsters..."

Candice shook her head lightly, took steps, and walked out of the garden.

In any case, even if it is true, I don't want to turn into a monster, but use my own consciousness to clarify my mind to him.

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"So is this guy, and so is that guy..."

Walking in the empty passage, Mary muttered with an annoyed expression as she walked.

Since staying in Ron's mansion, basically everything I encountered made me almost unable to keep up with the rhythm.

Obviously, others have been unable to keep up with my rhythm all the time, but now I have started to be led by the nose by others.

And the source of all this is the guy who has been exceeding his expectations since he met him.

"Neil Ron..."

She gritted her teeth and muttered, but the limiters on the limbs made her helplessly suppress her anger.

Mary sighed silently, took out the player and earphones from her skirt pocket and put them on.

Listening to the melodious music coming from inside, her mood gradually calmed down a bit.

Well......

At least the music player that guy gave me.......is pretty good indeed......

Volume 332 Brave Performance Competition: Chapter [-] Leave Note

I have to move the old man today, I will ask for a day off m(- -)m

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Volume Four Brave Performance Competition: Chapter 333 Chapter 331 Barbecue and Painting

Neil and Euphemia naturally didn't know how many people were peeping at them that night. They just spent the whole night immersed in the half-clear and half-fuzzy memory fragments.

And Candice and Mary had no intention of telling anyone other than themselves about their conversation that night.

In the evening of the second day, several people also took Euphemia to have a sumptuous barbecue in the courtyard, which was regarded as a formal celebration of her birthday.

Although they also thought about calling everyone over, both Kyle and Becky said that they would be somewhat reluctant to let go if there were elders around, so they would not come to interfere with the dinner party of young people like them.

But when Kyle said this, the expressions of the few people became somewhat weird, and they glanced at the indifferent Grace intentionally or unintentionally.

After all, he was older than everyone present, even older than Mary in the mansion.

However, after all, almost the entire 1000-plus years have been frozen, so he is only in his early twenties on the surface.

In addition, after coming out of the mercenary journey and returning to normal life, he looked younger and fairer. If he put on a set of noble clothes, he would probably be more like a family member than Neil.

So several people also had a BBQ meal in the courtyard after a little turmoil.

And Candice and Euphemia, in the process of eating and talking, gradually regained their familiar and friendly appearance in the past.

It's just that Euphemia always looked at the talisman on Candice's chest from time to time during the conversation, and the meaningful eyes she cast towards herself made Ni who was holding a bunch of meat skewers in front of the grill Er could not help but sweat slightly on his forehead, and lowered his head resentfully, pretending not to notice that the two of them were chatting like sisters at all.

As for Mary, although Neil also asked her if she would like to come over for a meal, he was directly rejected, so he didn't force her.

However, he still grilled a few more skewers, intending to ask Regina to bring them to her after the end.

After all, if he brought the past, that guy would probably have to make a bad face again.

I don't know what's going on, but since the morning, Mary has been inexplicably unhappy seeing herself, obviously she was still very happy when she was asked to play.

Could it be that the princess of the Demon Realm also has a few days of emotional instability every month?

And just as he was putting the sizzling skewers in his hands on a plate and handing them to Fanny and Fran in wheelchairs, Mary, who he was slandering, was also sitting quietly. In the hidden corner of the roof, while letting the breeze blow his long hair, he watched the scene of fighting in the courtyard.

Her two thighs that were as white as nephrite jade stretched out from the eaves, swaying slightly in mid-air, and the white skirt she was wearing was lifted a little by the evening wind.

If you looked directly up from below, you might be able to peek directly at the triangle area that wraps the hidden parts.

It's just that Mary didn't close her legs tightly together, or get up quickly and use her skirt to cover them up.

For a monster like her, she doesn't care about these little things at all. Rather, she likes to see those humans blushing because of shame.

She silently watched the actions of Neil and the others below, raised the paintbrush in her hand again, and dropped it towards the blank notebook above her knees.

Neil stood in front of the grill, holding the skewers between his fingers as if they were extended claws, wailing and waving wildly, making Fanny and Franjessica laugh. muzzle.

Grace silently ate the meat skewers in his hands, while Regina stood beside him. After eating, she stuck out her tongue and licked the bamboo stick provocatively, making Grace put her hand on her head. She knocked on it, and she cried out in pain.

And standing opposite Neil, Yvette, who was also grilling meat skewers, silently looked at the meat skewers that were already as charred in her hands. When she was about to secretly throw them away, she was stopped by Litton who noticed, and she was bitter. He ate it with a straight face, and seemed to be saying some comforting words, which made Yvette bow slightly.

As if noticing the excitement here, Euphemia also smiled and took Candice's hand, and walked over with her under her somewhat surprised gaze. After giving Neil a slap, she never He took a few meat skewers from his hand, handed them to Candice, and ate them together.

They, together with the street lamps emitting warm light outside the mansion, the bright and flickering houses and buildings, and the mountains and plains looming in the distance under the starry sky, came into Mary's eyes.

She likes to depict night goblins and monsters entangled with each other, or the faces of human women who are full of trance when they become monsters.

It's just that she doesn't hate to paint this kind of scenery either.

Although the roof blocked part of the moonlight and made her surroundings fall into dark shadows, the pen in her hand did not hesitate at all, and flexibly outlined lines on the pitch-black paper.

The brushing sound has a beautiful melody, as if playing an elegant piece of music.

The scene seen by those ruby-like bright eyes was also gradually drawn and formed on the board.

click -

However, the sudden slight blocking sound disrupted the rhythm of the whole piece of music in an instant, and made Mary frown as she looked at the notebook in her hand.

In that picture, almost all the scenes were completely outlined, and the lively expressions and body movements of the characters seemed to be rubbed directly on this thin layer of paper.