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522. Facing the Darkness

The man stood in front of the mirror and straightened his brown coat.

There is a woman on the sofa behind him.

A woman lying lazily on the sofa, with blurred eyes and a graceful figure.

She has long green hair, which is so green that it outshines summer leaves. Her loose hair almost completely covers her beautiful side face.

The woman asked coldly:

"Where are you going?"

The man replied:

"Work, you don't do anything. If I still lie at home like you every day, we will soon..."

The woman sneered:

"If you want, I can go out. As long as you want, let me show a side of me in front of everyone that they have never seen before. It's not you who won't let me leave here."

The man smiled, then walked up to the woman, lowered his head and helped her tie up her messy hair:

"you are so Beautiful."

The woman smiled confidently:

"Of course, those ordinary people can only look up at me."

He nodded:

"I understand your desire to leave, but if you leave now, you will be flawed, and I won't be able to see your most beautiful moment."

The woman snorted:

"If you really cared about me, you wouldn't go out."

The man smiled helplessly.

The woman knows she is right:

"Since you have to go to work, don't mess it up. Don't let arrogance and arrogance swallow you up. Our interests are connected now."

The man smiled and shook his head:

"I know, and although you are beautiful, you still can't shine with the ultimate brilliance like them. You don't want me to stand on the opposite side of you, right?

"Don't attack mortals at will. You also know that we are at a critical moment. If you ruin my plan, I will never continue to help you break free from King Arthur's shackles."

He might even take revenge on her.

Shanna knew what he meant:

"Don't worry, if I agreed to you initially just because it was fun, then now I can say that I truly believe that you can take off the shackles around my neck.

"Although I'm not a good dragon, I'm not a fool either."

Lamont smiled softly;

"I'm going out, and the dogs will smell my scent if I don't let them."

After saying that, the man ignored the woman's attitude and turned around directly to go out.

Snapped.

He slammed the door.

The sun shines on his face.

It's so warm.

Ever since he got the Eye of Odin, he has been looking at the world with a vision beyond that of ordinary people. He has almost forgotten what it is like to use the five human senses to feel the world?

So narrow, so powerless, but at the same time so real.

He almost thought he was still a mortal.

Yes, he has always been aloof, standing behind everyone, influencing reality just to see "interesting" things.

How blind.

He always thinks that there is no threat to his omniscient self and that he can do whatever he wants.

How arrogant.

He also felt that he was already above all living beings, completely different from his stupid predecessors, and thought that he was really pursuing something "great".

How ugly.

In fact, everything he does is based on the worst human qualities. He thinks he is above everything, but he is actually as despicable as a maggot. If he loses his power, he will become the most annoying person in the crowd.

one.

Blind, arrogant, ugly, pathetic, dirty.

He never conquered anything.

Strength cannot make him strong.

Lamont stood on one side of the street.

Take a step forward, and everything ahead is dark.

He will be like a blind man, unable to see anything. Danger will appear at any time and take away his fragile life. He will become a mortal again.

He once thought that Arthur and Vortigern were puppets on his table, manipulated by him to perform excellent operas for him.

However, the reality is that even if they are dead, he cannot control the fate of these two mortals.

Destiny, the word Odin's Eye taught him.

It told Lamont that he was the weaver of fate, but he didn't understand until he saw Odin.

destiny……

It is nothing and cannot determine anything.

He took a step forward without hesitation.

He did not become a mortal.

He always has been.

Lamont smiled and crossed the street.

Sunlight, the sound of horse hooves, the sound of wheels running over the road, pedestrians in different costumes on the street, red brick walls, transparent glass windows, and brown wooden doors.
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