Ark, they don't revolve around you

The loud roars were like thunder and spring rain striking Arturo's heart!

Zhuang Ning didn't know how many tunes he had changed. He was not good at classical music and only knew a few fragments.

But those fragments were undoubtedly the essence. Zhuang Ning took them out casually and gave them to Arturo, allowing her to weave them into a complete piece of music.

As grand as "Destiny" and "Hero".

Crazy like "A Night on Bald Mountain" and "The Rite of Spring"

As sad as Swan Lake.

From day to night, and from night to day.

It took three full days before I finally mastered the use of these spells, and I felt refreshed and full of high spirits.

The feeling was so exhilarating, even the crushing of the evil spirit's fragments had never been as exciting as it was.

Zhuang Ning's breathing became heavy and sweat dropped.

He turned his head slightly and found that Volsini had become normal. In fact, when playing the third piece, Zhuang Ning interrupted Arturo's interference with the citizens.

Volsini is now Zhuang Ning's property and cannot be damaged easily.

It’s just practicing magic anyway, the skills come from the heart and the actual effect can be experienced later.

But Zhuang Ning's performance still attracted quite a few people. Zhuang Ning felt embarrassed to disturb them, so he smiled, saluted, and left in small steps.

This is the way of a knight-errant: when the task is completed he leaves, hiding his body and name.

Zhuang Ning didn't notice the strange looks from Lappland and the others.

What does it mean to suddenly turn a person who knows nothing about music into a master?

Zhuang Ning had no intention of explaining, so he turned his eyes and said, "I'm going to find someone, you guys go first."

There was a shy smile on his face, as if he was going to meet his lover.

But only those who are familiar with Zhuang Ning know that this guy's expression is a sign of excitement.

It was as if the door to a new world had been opened, and Zhuang Ning was extremely happy.

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park.

When I finally put down the bow, it was sunset.

For three whole days, Arturo did not stop casting spells.

Not to mention that playing the violin is a very physically demanding job, the mental drain on it is even more serious.

So when the piano stopped, the girl slumped down on the bench, her small chest heaving violently and gasps coming out of her mouth.

Even his face was flushed with exhaustion. He lowered his head in embarrassment, falling into immense shame.

She was manipulated for three full days.

If at the beginning, she still had the energy to have the respect that a musician should have for the melody that was violently input into her brain.

But when your physical strength is drained, all subsequent actions will be tantamount to torture.

What’s more terrifying is that those pieces of music are not nearly good. There are more of them that are crazy like raging waves, or sad and lonely like ice fields.

One moment there is joy, the next moment there is worry, the next moment there is anger, and then the anger turns into a struggle against fate.

Play repeatedly.

She was exhausted, but Arturo knew that she could not stay here.

Although I don't understand the doctor's methods, nor do I know what kind of strange magic it is, I will definitely catch him if I stay where I am.

But she really couldn't move, she was exhausted, and just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep.

At this time, the afterglow stretched out a shadow, covering Arturo.

The owner of the shadow walked lightly with a smile on his face. He seemed particularly sincere in the slightly cold air. He looked at the collapsed Arturo and spoke with a hint of sarcasm:

"Isn't this Arturo's sister? I haven't seen her for a few years. Is she still like this?"

"Heh." Arturo sneered, but considering her exhausted appearance, she really didn't seem threatening.

What puzzled her was that this person was playing along, so why didn’t he look tired at all?

Looking at his radiant appearance, it seemed that the performance was not a burden to Zhuang Ning at all, but rather a way for him to rest and recuperate.

"You're so cold. I thought we were on speaking terms." Zhuang Ning said innocently, "We've done the most intimate things, and yet you still don't recognize me?"

"The closest..." Arturo choked on the words.

Speaking of intimacy, their actions just now must have been intimate, with a high degree of synchronicity, and they could even feel each other's physical condition.

But that is exactly why people are angry and afraid. The reason for the anger is not difficult to explain. Anyone who is treated as a tool and works endlessly will accumulate resentment.

As for fear, that spell... Arturo still found it incredible.

No.

After all, when did he learn magic, and where did the knowledge in his mind come from? !

While Arturo was thinking, Zhuang Ning was also silent, his brain working rapidly.

If Arturo's magic was not in the form of bewitching music, he would not have been able to invade so easily.

After all, spells usually flash by in a flash, and only continuous output can be appreciated and deciphered instinctively.

But it seems difficult to achieve success overnight.

After all, magic spells need to be accumulated, and what you can learn in a few days is just the basics.

Zhuang Ning really likes Arturo's Originium technique, and Arturo himself...

Arturo saw Zhuang Ning reveal a sinister smile.

A chill ran down her spine. This woman who always liked to watch from the sidelines felt a chill running through her heart, and she shuddered subconsciously: "What are you going to do with me?"

"Yes, how should we deal with you? Although you haven't caused any damage yet, your weapon has been confiscated since you have this motive."

Arturo didn't even notice when the bow left his hand, but Zhuang Ning held the instrument very smoothly.

There is even leisurely sentiment pulling, and soft music spreading, like the sound of nature.

Arturo was shivering all over, his limbs burning in the cold weather.

"tyrant!"

"No need to shout so loudly, it's like I can't hear you." Zhuang Ning seemed to have something else to say.

When he stroked his chin with his hand, he was completely determined and said calmly: "Witch, I want you to help me practice."

Yes, since it won’t work for a few days, just keep it with you. Learning a little bit every day is also progress, right?

Arturo obviously sensed Zhuang Ning's intention, and his fingertips felt cold: "Do you think I will help you?"

"It seems you have no choice." Zhuang Ning played a few more notes, and Arturo began to dance uncontrollably.

Her expression changed bit by bit, dancing to the beat.

"We are very close. To you, I may be more like a master."

Zhuang Ning smiled happily, "And to me, you are a teacher, right? You can definitely guide me."

"you……"

Arturo stopped and fell directly into Zhuang Ning's arms.

The man gently lifted the woman's black hair, but his voice revealed a hint of indifference.

This indifference penetrated into Arturo's heart through their mutual empathy: "Who told you to do something bad? If you do something bad, you must be punished."

At this moment, a touch of red moved beside him.

Her hair was short and fiery red, and her eyelids were slightly opened, as if she had just woken up from a long dream.

Can be an angel.

She had been lying among the flowers just now, and Zhuang Ning didn't notice her for a while.

But at this moment, the girl woke up suddenly and looked at Zhuang Ning in a daze.

Then the expression turned into anger, he fumbled for the weapon in his hand, loaded, chambered, and shot!

Every step seemed to be carried out after training, and the bullets shot from her hands were not Longmen's toys, but more lethal etched bullets!

Zhuang Ning raised his eyebrows, pulled Arturo to find cover, and said ruthlessly, "What did you do to our Aneng?"

Arturo smiled delicately: "I just wanted to awaken her inner self, but you turned her into this lunatic."

After firing a volley of bullets, Archangel couldn't pull the trigger anymore. He fell to his knees and suddenly burst into laughter.

It's like remembering something happy, and I feel extremely happy.

But soon, this joy turned into sadness, and she kept crying. No one had ever seen Lei Mule like this, not even Zhuang Ning.

Finally, she fell into the flowers again and slowly closed her eyes, as if she was falling asleep.

"I see." Zhuang Ning felt that he had guessed the reason, "I have tried my best to control the output of spells later."

"But we are so close, and my music is not a joke." Arturo sneered, "I can't stop playing the violin, and she can't leave it. She keeps listening to your melodies. The Lateran empathy is a disaster at this time."

"She's gone mad now," Arturo concluded, "because you manipulate me without a care in the world!"

She tried to see some regret on Zhuang Ning's face, and in fact, Zhuang Ning was silent.

But there was no reflection at all. Arturo only felt a subtle ripple in the man's heart.

"If we want to save Exia, we also need music magic, right?"

The pair of black eyes flickered, as if happy to have such a wonderful experimental subject. "Arturo, you must have a way to save her, right?"

Arturo wanted to remain silent, but under Zhuang Ning's order she couldn't speak. In the end, she just nodded up and down stiffly like a machine.

She realized that she was wrong. This person didn't mind having one more victim.

Zhuang Ning just felt that there was one more listener. He raised Arturo's hand and said, "Originally I didn't plan to take anyone with me this time. Now that I think about it, maybe traveling is only fun when you're with friends?"

"Arturo, are you interested in accompanying me to Kazdel with Exia?"

There was absolutely no room for rejection and Zhuang Ning smiled brightly.

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The Archangel had no idea what was going on, he just remembered feeling very uncomfortable.

It was as if consciousness was thrown into a washing machine and was being stirred madly by a big hand.

Hallucinations came up, sometimes it was the daily life of himself and his Penguin Logistics companions, and sometimes it was the days in Rutland.

The emotion in her mind was mobilized, it was probably a very light "arrogance" that the Angel herself was not aware of.

This arrogance exists in the eyes of most Laterans.

There is no doubt that human genes are selfish, and many times they will subconsciously or consciously despise something.

The chain of contempt objectively exists in all industries.

As for the Laterans, although they were far from perfect, at least they had good reasons to "complain" about the tragedies recorded in textbooks.

Most of the first half of Angel's life was free of gloom, and even malice was rare.

The Lateran is heaven on earth. How can the angels understand the disputes in the world?

As for those Sakotas who left Lateran, their temperaments would change significantly after a period of time.

But this transformation is not too obvious in Angelica. Longmen is no different from Lateran to her.

The unintentional arrogance was brought out by Arturo's music, extending into many nightmares.

Maybe it was a beautiful Lateran one second, and the next moment, the scroll suddenly burned up.

Next up was the slums of Longmen, where starving mothers and children were cursing, or Kazdel was killing Ratlan...

Unable to distinguish illusion from reality, I gradually sink into depravity, into depravity, into depravity...

Until one moment, there was a clear sound, and the melody kept elevating her consciousness.