The irregular geometric fractal architecture of the bookshelf corridors, the undulating liquid star clusters injected from the dome glass curtain wall into all the mirrors of the library.
Silent all the way, a few minutes of silence.
"So, what is the final assessment?"
Su Yizhana looked at Liszt with great interest, surely revealing his purpose now.
Liszt's eyes narrowed, Mr. Charles, it's time for you to appear.
After a day of indulgence, now her!
Would not refuse to replicate the final heartbeat scene!
Voluntarily telling him, letting herself resist her own subconscious, and thus completely captured by herself!
The idea implanted in the Fifth Stage, Su Yizhana had buried the notion of 'Day and night' until this final stage, what remains is to detonate it!
"There is no assessment at all, Su Yizhana, it's just letting you experience life on the last day."
Liszt finally returned to his normal self from his private face, changing from a cold instructor to somewhat relaxed, leaning against the bookshelf, calmly looking at Su Yizhana.
She was not surprised by this, only caring about what the purpose of doing this was, her azure eyes swept around.
"I was very happy today, unprecedentedly so, and already very satisfied. But it's not over, is it, or you wouldn't have brought me here."
Su Yizhana knew that Liszt harbored strong intentions towards her, even though he hid it deeply, it was now fully exposed.
"That's right, the final experience might be a bit dangerous, need your consent, and you can certainly refuse. After tomorrow, I will also be leaving the Royal Capital."
Liszt casually pulled a book from the shelf, flipping through a few pages, with too many specialized terms, it was incomprehensible.
Su Yizhana found it difficult to refuse.
The game left in the past, with almost no chance of clearing it again, few people can refuse.
Of course, Liszt did not dare to be certain, even scripts as impressive as 'Day and night' are merely opportunities to buy time for those who have transcended the mundane without severing the three corpses.
If this were the end, he would have done everything possible, regarding the issue of energy production, he must find another way.
What Liszt did not expect was, Su Yizhana showed a side of herself she had never revealed before.
Amidst a series of disasters, step by step placed in the Puppet King's position, her heart was far stronger than anyone could imagine.
"Then it must have nothing to do with me, if I'm not mistaken, it's just some boring tease, right?"
Su Yizhana said calmly, she had vaguely felt it back at the café.
Liszt scratched the back of his ear with a finger, knowing it was completely hopeless, but there was no need to reveal it so bluntly, it's awfully hurtful to his self-esteem, damn, my teasing is explosively interesting.
"You've guessed most of it; since that's the case, I have nothing more to say. Being able to leave some beautiful memories for partners isn't too much fuss."
Su Yizhana, to avoid being recognized, wore a hat with a wide brim and a neutral outfit, she took off the hat and hung it on the wall rack.
A group of people couldn't possibly perform such a spectacular show without purpose, too exquisite beyond reason.
"Aside from the ninety-nine-year lease contract of Golden Palm Port, half of the railway profits, and various top-level investment passes, what else do you want from me, more wealth, or... me?"
Su Yizhana understood that everything comes at a cost.
"I am just a puppet being propped up, unable to do anything; if my body... can satisfy you, it is the only thing I can do."
It was a peculiar blush with a sacrificial nature, cheeks burning, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her shirt, what Liszt couldn't get from him, he would certainly obtain through other means, through the East Sea's way. If it could be avoided so simply, it would be for the best.
Now he felt like the archetypal villain in a damn novel, the bad of all bads. Lady, you're making me out to be extremely evil, damn it.
The script of 'Day and night,' such pure romantic Mulong holiday, unexpectedly ended in a Henry-esque hellish plot twist!
But... it's too tempting,
That blue hair, like a specimen formed from soaking an entire ocean, any record will be distorted, only truly experiencing her can momentarily carve out that indescribable heart-stopping feeling.
Liszt stood in a daze, having no experience as the ultimate evil villain controlling a queen character, what to do, there's no dialogue for this!
There's probably not even a few experienced people in the whole world.
"Doesn't it suit your fancy... Am I too ugly?"
Su Yizhana held her hand over her chest.
Liszt almost had a nosebleed, a slap to your face, if you're ugly, those female compatriots who haven't severed the three corpses would have to commit suicide, right? Anyone hearing this has to come at you with a knife.
Liszt was in a brainwave, and the sixteen billion Golden Dragons caught in the folds of his brain fell out, entwined with other things, Su Mei, you're putting big brother in a tough spot, you're making big brother commit a crime!
Are you going to turn into a villain?
Should he become the ultimate beaten scumbag?
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Reincarnation Li Xunhuan: What is Liszt doing, getting on.
Liszt: Don't come over here!
Seeing Liszt not responding for a long time.
"I'm joking with you."
Su Yizhana buttoned up, flicking his forehead with a flick.
In every joke, there is a serious element.
The first attempt to step into the adult dark world failed, the whole face flushed red like a cartoon character about to release steam, stealthily peeking to see Liszt's reaction.
Because this span was great, from zero experience with opposite gender emotional contact to the most extreme part of it.
Liszt's hesitation pulled her back from a certain edge.
What she felt for her previous actions was an extremely subtle emotion.
Seeing Liszt still standing dumb.
"What's wrong? Is this part of dreamscape resistance training, you won't get hit by it, will you?"
Su Yizhana said this to clear herself, trembling, "Exam... Exam officer isn't much either."
Liszt was silent for a while, then smiled.
"Yes, you're an excellent student, your performance is beyond my expectations, congratulations, you've successfully graduated. The current you can handle the darkness of the underworld."
Liszt didn't know what to say, although the 'Day and night' plan was a complete failure, the sixteen billion Golden Dragons didn't completely go down the drain, although it's not strategic, but he had formed a deep bond with the Empress.
Su Yizhana was a bit fearful, afraid of the future after tomorrow, inexplicably, after Liszt announced the end of the training, there was an indescribable sense of loss.
Dreamscape resistance training.
She wanted... to continue immersing in this dream.
'Day and night,' accomplished in the most unexpected way.
"Since the assessment is cleared, then can we... purely experience life next?"
That sense of insecurity was overwhelming.
She understood, no training could be useful, could she really support a country? Or purely as a puppet king, until war broke out again, unknown to anyone.
Liszt certainly came with conditions, but who... would gamble their life unconditionally, after all, the challenge was the Aran Empire.
If the Continent Martial Arts Competition ends, and the Emperor is angry, dispatching strong troops again, then what? Completely becoming a sacrifice in the battles of great powers, Mulong would turn into an even more terrifying hell.
It was this thought that compelled her earlier decision.
She didn't want it to end , though it might be malicious, it was also one of the few pillars in this perilous building.
Perhaps it sounds selfish, laughable to others, but Su Yizhana resisted the position, during the time in the Kelor Highlands, she felt like... the source of all tragedies.
She just wanted today to last longer.
"Just a while... I don't want to be alone."
An implicit sob, an never-shown embarrassment, trembling eyes like carbonated bubbles popping on the retina.
Thousands of strands, ten years, a beauty's single blade.
Liszt felt stabbed, blood flowing profusely, unable to pinpoint where the wound was.
It only felt... like a madly surging love towards her position, growing into a fence embracing her shadow.