To find Ling Yi in an industrial city with a population of hundreds of thousands is like finding a needle in a haystack, especially when he doesn't want to see anyone, the chance is that he doesn't even have a zero point.**

"Although we reached a consensus, I just don't know what his attitude was."

"If it were me, I would definitely stand by and watch."

The old Marquis showed a pleasant smile, as if he was watching an extremely wonderful show. Gascoin, one of the actors, supervised him: "Continue to guess, it's just a waste of time. I heard that one of your subordinates was detained in Tokyo, is this true?"

Although he didn't quite understand why Gasco suddenly mentioned this, the old Marquis didn't give him a good look.

"What if you say that your subordinates are better to call him an abandoned son. What? Are you very interested in this?"

"No, I just heard from my subordinates. Oh, by the way, it seems that the abandoned lady's strong rival has also come."

"oh?"

Hearing this, the old marquis brows moved, as if he was intrigued.

"Is Paul's niece coming, that is, is Paul's niece?"

"Even if I am myopia, I will not admit that I am beautiful that belongs to the flower of Milan."

"Hahaha, this is the first time I have seen you praise women so much. I have heard more than once that you have had a very unpleasant relationship with the princess because of your unkind manners. Are you planning to find a princess? His Highness the Black Prince."

"Who knows."

Gascoin was still so calm about the old Marquis' jokes, playing with the cup in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Until a moment later.

"Leave this to me. I will make someone willing to become a victim of this battle."

Gascoin slowly stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his suit, tidied up his tie, threw down this puzzling sentence, and left.

The old marquis left alone with a smile and silent voice.

................

Suites at Hilton Hotel.

There are only two girls in the dimly lit room.

"Miss Erica, I actually like Ling Yi very much, right?" The girl with a leech face, who was almost crushed by anxiety and depression, looked haggard, and her milk-like skin exuded an unhealthy pale, and her tone was low, not at all like the tone that a young girl should have.

"This is of course. Putting aside the admiration of the strong, I am an old acquaintance. Although I haven't been together for a long time, it is a very deep memory for me. It is natural to have a vague favorable feeling for him."

Erica stroked a strand of hair behind her ears and shook her brilliant blonde hair. Her every move was full of confidence.

Italian girls are known for their enthusiasm and unrestrainedness. In fact, they also have a delicate and deep side, which in turn is rich in romantic feelings and loyalty to love.

However, Milan is like Shanghai. It is like a melting pot, accommodating Italians from all over the world for work. Immigration from the south becomes ‘northern’ when it reaches the second generation.

Erica's personality is a typical northern Italian professional woman. She is ambitious and eager for a beautiful love of her own while pursuing progress.

Obviously, the best candidate in her mind is Ling Yi. Although he already has a girlfriend, so what? He still scored goals without having a goalkeeper.

What are the goalscoring twice, hat tricks, and four happy things... I don't even think of the goalkeeper as a human being.

Asana smiled a little, as if saying 'It's true', but her hands were clenched tightly without realizing it.

"My love for him is double, no one can compare to it, so I won't let it go."

"Although I don't quite understand what you mean, I want to ask you a question: how long can you last? How long can you last this almost pathological love? Aren't you afraid of one day's mental breakdown?"

Erica asked several questions like a continuous cannon, not giving Ashina time to adjust her emotions at all.

"........." Asano Na looked away and said nothing, like a small animal hiding in the corner of the wall licking her wounds and unwilling to worry about it.

"I feel uncomfortable when I expose it, right? In fact, your acting skills are not good, but Ling Yi has never cared about it. I even doubt whether he has fallen in love with you." When talking about 'love', Erica emphasized it in a heavy opinion.

"Did you mean that he had known this for a long time that I was willing to get close to me so much out of pity or sympathy?" Asano suddenly raised his head, and the pure and beautiful face that was regarded as a goddess of otaku by all Japanese teenagers was covered with frost.

"What do you think? Sometimes it's better to recognize reality. Miss Asuna, it's not OK to fall like this. In my opinion, love does require persistence, but your persistence is more like being influenced by the outside world, or being infected by something. Yes, just like when others are happy, you will be happy. This metaphor is good, right?"

Erica shook her finger and said.

As soon as these words came out, Asana's face turned pale, and her angry eyes instantly dimmed. Her pink lips opened slightly, but she couldn't even say a rebuttal.

“After all, you’re just 'hypnotized'…”

"No...no...not that...not that...! I like him, like him crazy. Even if I leave him for a day, I will feel suffocating loneliness. This is definitely not a hypnosis. I was not affected by anything! That memory is true, and my love for him is also true!"

“Are you implanted into other people’s memories?”

The sixteen-year-old Knight, Erica not only has magical talents that ordinary people cannot reach, but also has intelligence and intelligence that matches talents.

In just half a sentence, Erica can think of a lot.

"But it shouldn't be. If you only have memories, it's just a piece of ordinary information at best. At most, it's a deeper sense of substitution than watching novels and movies. It's unreasonable to have such a big impact on people." Erica frowned and looked at the poor girl trembling with her head. It seemed that she had inadvertently touched a very huge secret.

"...Miss Erica, I wonder if you have ever experienced tears uncontrollably in front of someone you don't know, or that you close your eyes every day and have dreamy scenes in your mind, and these are the reality that you have to accept. At that time, I was really crazy." Asana suddenly stopped trembling and let out a long breath. The dull voice contained a hint of fanaticism.

"Every morning, I always feel that behind the face reflected in the mirror is someone else, not me. No matter what I do, I will have two different feelings. It is clearly a strange place but it is so familiar that it is no longer familiar. It is obviously a person I don't know, but he naturally greets him. His mouth is uncontrollably speaking a series of words. However, this doll-like life is drawn with a rest after I found him. At first, he begged like a patient who longs for relief, and then he promised to accept me. Although it was just a verbal statement, it always allowed me to live a peaceful life."

"I only knew at that time what the greatest weakness of mankind is. It is not death or love. It is a habit. When I woke up, I found that I could not live without him, so I began to try my best to stay by his side, no matter what he needed me to do. I would satisfy him as much as possible, and in these things just to please him, I didn't want to be kicked away because of anger. From carefully catering at the beginning, to the casual laughter and fighting now, I have put in countless efforts. No matter whether my love for him is as pure as a blank paper, as long as it is his will, I will do everything."

Telling your heart in front of your "love rival", I'm afraid even Asani himself wouldn't have thought of this kind of thing.

Rather than saying it was an impulse, it was better to say that it was a way to admit the darkest and ulterior motives deep in his heart.

No matter what, as if I was taking off the burden on my shoulders, Asana felt much more relaxed, although her face was still so bad.

"It's really a complicated emotional entanglement." Erica tilted her head and sat next to her casually, holding her quilt with her hands, looking up at the ceiling.

"Do you know what he thinks?"

".....have no idea."

"Okay, I asked an idiot question. That guy is more free and easy than anyone else on the surface, but in fact he is the one with the best acting skills. As long as he is willing, no one can see through his thoughts. Really, what are you going to do?"

Asuna retracted her hands, placed her chin on her knees, and said in a bitter tone:

"I want to break up with him."

"That's it, then I'll ask you."

"...Miss Erica is really funny, but thank you."

Asani Asani was not stupid about why Erica appeared here. After a moment of contemplation, she became clear. It was just because Ling Yi took care of her for the sake of her face, and she might be forced to helpless. In short, this 'thank you' is not a loss.

"Remember to eat something, I'll go out to see Alice. That guy is almost the same as you. He locked himself in the room to study the techniques and didn't even drink a sip of water. It seems that those who have been with Ling Yi for a long time will be despairing. " Erica shook her head, got up and walked out of the room.

The moment she was about to close the door-

"By the way, Miss Erica, I didn't joke just now."

Erica paused her hands, and without saying a word, she closed the door gently.

Tick-

Asana slowly curled up, hugged her knees, tears filled her eyes and silently slid down her cheeks.

She didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do so. If she had put it in front of a few cents, she would never choose to let go. Even if she was disgusted, she would still never leave her. But now, she had been revealed by those subconscious thoughts that she didn't want to admit, and she no longer had the courage to snuggle in someone's arms like she used to.

It is said that what defiles love is often power and wealth. In fact, that is only the surface. What really makes love no longer pure is private.

Even if you don’t have that memory, you still love deeply. That’s a complete deception.

If you think about it carefully, Asana and Ling Yi didn’t have many contacts, and they didn’t accumulate much favorability. Deep relationships or something is completely nonsense, right?

"So it's me who's been living in my dreams."

................

At this time, Ling Yi didn't know that the only girlfriend he admitted so far was going to break up with him. He was busy resting now. Although the logic was broken, the truth was indeed true.

In just a few hours, dozens of first-class magicians may not be able to compare with the huge spell power that dozens of first-class magicians may not be able to compare to, just disappeared.

So tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers, so he just found a small park bench with no one to lie down on a rest.

When Ling Yi opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eye was an outrageously cold face.

"Although it's just a young girl's body, it's quite comfortable to put on a pillow." Ling Yi was a little sleepy, and his whole body was soft and weak. After all, the physique of the God Slayer is not omnipotent, and the injury is easy to say. This kind of curse power is quite special, and it takes a little longer to recover.

"I looked for you for a long time. It turned out that you were lying here."

The cold voice exuded a hint of blame.

Seeing Ling Yi wanting to get up, the girl kept pressing his head tightly on her legs. Didn’t she say it was comfortable? Then just pillow for a while, it was nothing anyway.

Ling Yi is an expert who changes the topic. He feels the cold little hand on his neck. The corner of his mouth gently pulls. He has no doubt that if the curse loses its effectiveness, his neck will become a can that is pinched and exploded.

"What? I plan to take revenge while I am not in good condition?"

"Although I am not shameless, I am not pedantic. Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"Put your hand away and I'll..."

I believe that before I could say the two words, I was blocked back by two cherry lips.

It's cold. It's softer than jelly and seems a little sweeter.

"Um?"

Athena's face changed slightly, and her fingers gently slid across her lips, forming a strong inverse proportion to her fairness and bright redness.
To be continued...