: After the night talk, the night watchman

"Don't you spend more time in the capital?"
The top-level garden of Moshui Linlang is still the room like an auditorium, and the night breeze blows from the open windows to the white curtains hanging on the high ceiling.
Shui Linlang looked at the middle-aged figure wearing a long gown, her simple and thick back was walking towards the misty circle that the youth refused, and even if she heard her retention, the figure of Yongtu was not too light. There was a slight pause.
"No, the matter of tonight is over, I should return to the shrine too."
"Don't you see Uncle Qingyan again? You shouldn't have seen you for a long time. There should be a lot of conversation. He is in the night game now."
Shui Linlang smiled and said, looking at the taciturn figure, she thought with a little nostalgia,
Even though many years have passed, this Dao has always shielded himself and others from the wind and rain, but it has not changed.
Hearing a certain name, Yongtu was silent for a while, then slowly shook his head, his voice still thick and low like an ancient bell:
"Fine, he found his offspring, and he should have a good time, I won't bother him."
After saying this, Yongtu stopped, turned his head to look at Shui Linlang, stared at her eyes and then slowly said:
"Lin Lang, do you know?"
"what do you know?"
Shui Linlang lowered his head and smiled and looked at her elder, and Yongtu also looked at her. It was still the same as before, and he couldn't figure out what this weird girl was thinking, so he simply spoke directly.
"Arakawa is dead, I couldn't stop the boy."
Shui Linlang's eyes stopped for a second, then she lowered her head and spoke softly:
"Is that so?"
"I don't know how he managed to achieve that level when he developed according to your predictions at that moment when his lamp was exhausted, but you were right. I felt tremendous power from that young man,"
Yongtu turned around and stopped looking at her. He knew the grievances of his younger generations, but he couldn't interrupt, just continued to say slowly:
"After tonight, the backwaters will no longer exist, but tonight, whether it is the purpose of the association executives and the top twenty A-level numbers, or the advancement of the S-level night machine scene, it will cause a huge disturbance in the world of night battles. , The night battle world will no longer be peaceful..."
"In the face of these, the position he chooses in the future may not only determine his own..."
"Sure enough... Uncle Yongtu, do you think so too..."
Shui Linlang lowered her eyes and said softly, then raised her head to look at the door. Before the grand night of tonight, there was a young man wearing a disguised mask and smiling to herself.
-"So, I won't be a night watchman"-
-‘...I’m so sorry, you are late...’-
"It really makes people wonder what to do..."
Shui Linlang didn't know what she was thinking, and sighed to herself, while Yongtu didn't continue to say more. He walked towards the teleportation circle returning to the shrine, seemingly calm...
But in fact, in the forbidden room, the dark boy gave him a considerable shock.
In the boiling black eyes, even if he was unwilling and reluctant to make a decision desperately, he should have guessed that Arakawa and Midnight are closely related, but he ignored his concessions, noisy and manic.
He did not care about anyone, including his own existence, did not show mercy, carried out his will, and killed Arakawa with all his means.
That decisiveness makes it hard for the commonplace to forget.
"I have no interest in you and Midnight's past,"
"I don't want to know why you did such a thing tonight,"
The second that the transmitted water mist submerged his sight, Yongtu seemed to see in the forbidden room again, the dark figure dragging the wide burning jet black hem, the boiling black eyes suppressed his anger, and clenched tightly. I took the silver dragon tooth long sword in my hand,
"I don't even care whether you colluded with an association or a numbered monster..."
"I don't care about these, and don't want to care about it. What happens in the world of night battles has nothing to do with me."
"but..."
His voice was cold and indifferent and hostile to everyone present, his black eyes raised, facing Arakawa, or perhaps a hoarse warning to himself, or to the whole world of Night War:
"If your plan interferes with my life, it affects the people I care about..."
"You stand on the opposite side of me."