Love Code at the End of the World

“Your Majesty, you are talking about ghost eaters, but we are not, we are another kind of ghost eater that you are talking about, and that is why we are following His Majesty the Great Ghost, and we are going to build our new kingdom under his leadership.” The Gospel's voice is filled with admiration for the Great Ghost King and a vision for the future.

I smiled faintly, hoping that the Great Ghost King would not fail them. Unlike Silver Moon City, the people of Silver Moon City were only regarded as weapons of war. The weapons were broken, go back and repair them, gone, and build another one.

Does Silver Moon City have feelings for people in the city?

Hmm, who knows.

But there are feelings between them, and that makes people angrier.

“Dear little ice cream.” Suddenly, Nablum came around to us, "I wanted to ask you to dance.” At his salute, the pussy turned out suddenly, holding his hand, holding his waist brow flying: “Let me dance with you.” After that, the pussy jumped Nablum.

The pussy takes care of me.

Although this is the capital of the Ghost King, it is obvious that there are still more boys and fewer girls in the Milky Way Hall. Many boys dance with each other and then swap partners with each other. This is also a common and normal phenomenon in Noah, and no one will think there is anything wrong with boys dancing with boys. And boys who dance together don't necessarily like boys.

I looked at the hallowed voice: "I want to go back to my room. Can you take me back? ”

“Very happy ~ ~” The horn of the trumpet mouth rose, holding my hand gently, the light flashed, we had left the Galactic Palace standing in front of the elevator door.

He feels a little different from Herae, who stops with the wind and is a windy teenager. And when the hallowed voice stopped, I felt static all over my body, and my hair floated slightly, but soon it seemed to be absorbed by static electricity and slowly fell back down.

Herae is the god of the wind, and the temple is the lightning bolt, and their principle of acceleration should be different.

“Me and Hereby, who's faster?” He asked in the elevator that the elevator slowly descended. He's more interested in Herae now, “The Great Ghost has always valued him. ”

I smiled ahead and said, "I think Herrer would be happy to compare it to you. ”

The bright elevator door found the body of the temple, he stood slightly back and looked at me. In my words, he brushed his long hair indifferently, his lips raised: “Good, that's what I meant. So who's stronger with Herrett? He should have only one ability. ”

“The ability lies not in strength, but in the method used, which has saved me countless times, at least so far.” I look at him slightly on the side of my face, "you can't hurt him any more. ”

“Humph...” His mouth fluttered and his purple red eyes had provoked him.

They are all speedy, the thunderbolts of the temple are more powerful, not necessarily electric to Heraeus.

“Do you eat people?” I asked lightly.

He laughed, his shoulders trembled, he grinned for a moment, lifted his face, licked his lips: "Our parents were killed by the Ecstasy. Do you think we'll be the Ecstasy? ”

I glanced slightly and continued to look at him with the light of the corner of my eyes.

He leaned against the wall of the elevator: “We may have a lot of bad habits, no one above Silver Moon City is noble ~ ~ ~” He said with disdain, “Who made us live in the Ghost-Eating Nation since we were kids? If you can't talk, learn how to kill someone with a knife.” His tone grew harsh, but under that seemingly harsh surface, the loneliness and heartache of silk came out.

“In fact, there are many stronger people in the Ecstasy clan than us. Do you know why the Great Ghost King didn't make them into the Sixteen Ghosts?” He leaned forward slightly.

“Why?” I asked along with him.

'Cause they're ghost eaters like you said ~ ~' He leaned down to my ear, 'ghost eaters. ”

So again, it's certain that the Great Haunted King is not an Ecstasy, and as he said himself, he's not selectively coexisting with the Ecstasy now, because he needs the power of the Ecstasy. He was kind of “cheating” on the ghost-eating people to reach a community of interests.

The palace returned to its body and continued to lean against the elevator door: “Neither the Great Ghost King nor the Queen liked the original Ghost Erosion Clan, so give them a seal, let them call themselves Kings, uh... I'm not referring to the Four Ghosts, but the peripheral ones, more Ghost Erosion Clan..." He said with a hint of disgust, "Those are the more primitive Ghost Erosion Clans, oh, Steel Ghost City is the outermost, so the name of the United States makes them ghost kings, as city lords, presiding over a city pool, is actually banishing them, the Ghost Erosion Clan is strong, but they are actually...” The palace refers to their own heads in a fun way, “It's silly, they eat too much, they read too little, they only have bugs in their brains, hahahaha--”

The palace laughed out loud, and I looked at him coldly: "But there are still slaves in those pools, there are pigs, there are miners who died in the Blue Crystal energy mine, and you're in on it! ”

The mockery of the temple stalled, and I withdrew my gaze and looked forward: "Think of those who have not been rescued by the Great Ghost, for you are fortunate because you have greater power. ”

“You're right...” His voice sank, "I can live because of my abilities, so can you feel our helplessness! So we're all happy that you're trying the Ghosts now. Because some of our parents are human pigs, we have long wanted to avenge our parents, and if it weren't for the Great Ghost King, we would have used these ghost eaters, we would have declared war on them!” The trumpet chewed his teeth and uttered his last words, and his voice stopped when the elevator door opened.

I stepped out of the elevator, paused, and did not look back: "Justice has always been in your hands, but you continue to compromise with the Egyptians on the pretext of timing. I know I'm not the one you don't have the authority to judge you, and I'm not doing your duty to your invisibility while you're living a ghost life! But you shall bear the inescapable burden of those who died before you! Use the fight you fought after."

“We will!” He shouted behind me, more like yelling at me, a cry that had been suppressed in their hearts for too many years.

In fact, I've always felt that the style they worship is too similar to that of Silver Moon City. And since the establishment of Silver Moon City, a lot of people have been thrown down there. I fear that the Great Ghost King is from Silver Moon City, and he declared war on Silver Moon City not to pronounce them, but to avenge himself.

I hope my guess is wrong.

After that shout, the temple did not leave, but still walked out of the elevator with me, only slightly sided face no longer looked at me, seemed to calm myself down slowly.

As he himself said, they were imperfect because they grew up in a haunted race. In this shitty world, there's going to be people with perfect humanity, and that's what the hell is happening.

By the way, I've seen ghosts. They're from Hagrid Island.