Chapter 125

What is Lucia thinking?

Mistry comforted Lucia while thinking about this.

The result was no effect at all.

Until someone knocked on the door outside the box: "Hello, the opera is over, do you need anything else?"

Lucia choked back her crying and wiped her tears with a tissue.

"Want to drink water?" Mistry asked concerned.

"No." Lucia pushed Mistry softly, "People asked us if we were okay, let's go out quickly."

Mistry didn't care about the people outside the door: "It doesn't matter, now the question is, how are you?"

"I'm fine." Lucia replied sluggishly. Although she said so, she could see with the naked eye that it was not good.

Of course, Mistry would not be treated like this by Lucia. He went to the door, opened the door and renewed the money for the next opera, and then returned to Lucia.

"Lucia." Mistry bent down, held Lucia's face, and asked gently and seriously, "What's wrong with you? Tell me, please? You know, I'm not human, I don't understand your way of thinking. , I can't guess why you're crying, don't worry me, okay?"

Lucia looked at Mistry with tears in her eyes, and couldn't help but ask, "Even if you are a god, do you know what to worry about?"

"I didn't understand it originally, but I know that I'll be unhappy when I see you cry." Mistry knelt down on one knee and held Lucia's hand, "I hope you can be happy forever, no any trouble."

"If I have troubles, do you not like me anymore?"

Asked this question, Lucia bit her lip in annoyance. She didn't want her to act so resentful. She also hoped that in Mistry's heart, she would always be a happy little fairy.

Thinking of this, Lucia's tears are about to pour out again.

Mistry didn't expect Lucia to think this: "How come, if you have troubles, of course I'm worried about you, trying to solve your troubles, why don't you like you, don't you just because I'm upset? like me?"

"No!" Lucia retorted loudly, "I will always like Mistry!"

"I will always like Lucia." Mistry kissed Lucia's finger gently, "Lucia is my favorite person."

Lucia curled her fingers and gathered up her courage to ask, "What about God?"

"Huh?" Mistry was puzzled.

"With the words of God, am I still your favorite?" Lucia looked at Mistry timidly, and regretted it after asking, "You can leave it alone! Don't tell me the answer!"

"There is nothing to say about this, even if it includes all creatures, my favorite is Lucia."

The little heart was soothed by these words, and Lucia felt that she had found a place where she could rely at ease. She softened her back, and the tears couldn't help falling out again.

Mistry didn't expect Lucia to cry again after saying this. He couldn't figure it out: "Why are you crying again?"

"I felt so scared when I heard what you said yesterday." Lucia rudely wiped her tears with the back of her hand, "You said that in Your Majesty's opinion, all the queen candidates are the same, I feel scared."

"What are you afraid of?" Mistry was even more at a loss.

Are you afraid that Flora won't be selected?

Lucia murmured: "I'm so worried, in Mistry's opinion, am I the same as others, but I just meet the standard, so Mistry chose me."

"?" Mistry never thought that Lucia could think of this, "So you only cried yesterday?"

"Yeah." Lucia's eyelashes drooped down, blocking his eyes. "After all, Mistry is a god, and I'm a human being. You can see me like a nightingale looking at a rose."

Mistry didn't expect that Lucia was still connected to today's opera, which aggravated yesterday's troubles: "Of course it's different."

"What's different." Lucia said in a low voice, "When I was a child, you also said that looking at me is the same as looking at an ant, there is not much difference... That is to say, as long as the conditions are met, even an ant is the same. "

"How can it be, even if it is an ant, you are the cutest one." Mistry took out what Lucia had said before to comfort her.

Of course this has no effect.

"Of course you are not an ant. How can an ant be like you? You are the cutest Lucia." Mistry thought of sweet words again.

Lucia gave a cheery smile, but Mistry could still feel her sadness.

Such a small human being has so many ideas.

If he hadn't come in person and really accompanied Lucia to grow up, Mistry would never have imagined that Lucia, who was usually lively and optimistic, would have such troubles.

"I'm worried too." Mistry changed his angle. "I'm not of the same race as Lucia. If you think I don't understand and can't understand your troubles, then leave me?"

"No." Lucia took Mistry's hand with both hands, "I will never leave you."

Mistry smiled and kissed Lucia's fingertips again: "Thank you, I'm really happy."

Lucia cried and cried, and some of the troubles in her heart were expressed. She finally felt a little better and showed her first sincere smile today.

Seeing Lucia's precious smile, Mistry finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, he joked: "It's all because of this opera, which makes my Miss Lucia sad."

"The opera is still beautiful!" Lucia retorted for the opera, "The protagonist dances very well, the lyrics and the plot are also very interesting. Even if I don't like watching operas, I am attracted!"

After saying this, her expression dropped again: "It's just that the storyline is too much. Why does Nightingale just don't like roses, just because of the different races?"

Seeing that Lucia was depressed again, Mistry hurriedly changed the subject: "So, let's rehearse an opera in which the nightingale and the rose are together?"

"Huh?" Lucia didn't expect Mistry to make this proposal, she was very surprised, "But I can't sing opera."

"It's just an opera for the two of us, it doesn't matter." Mistry stood up and stretched out his hand towards Lucia, "Come, I'll take you to our stage."

"Now? Where is your stage?" Lucia followed Mistry's strength and stood up.

"Where we've been," Mistry said, "but that's okay, we'll be there soon, for a small price."

Lucia watched Mistry swipe on his wrist, and his blood gushed out, floating in the air as if he had his own consciousness, and gradually formed a complex circle.

It seems like a teleportation circle, but this is much more complicated than any teleportation circle that Lucia has ever seen: "Is this a teleportation circle?"

"Yes." Mistry replied, "There is no material now, so I can only temporarily replace it with my blood."

Mistry's body can be said to be made of expensive materials, and his blood is full of power, fully capable of providing any spell use.

"It's all money..." Lucia subconsciously felt distressed.

"It doesn't matter." Mistry replied with a smile, "I have already prepared the materials for the next body."

"Huh? But the company has no extra funds recently."

"I prepared it myself." Mistry replied, and he said calmly, "After all, we are about to get married, and of course I need a complete body."

"Although I don't need to be complete, I can do a lot of things, but I think you should expect more of a complete me."

Suddenly being molested by Mistry, Lucia's face turned red all of a sudden.

"But, but I haven't learned the... um... magic circle..." Even though they had already had intimate contact, Lucia was still shy, "I don't know how to draw..."

"It doesn't matter, I have been familiar with the various ways of coming." Mistry replied, "After I withdraw and familiarize myself with this world, I don't need to be summoned to come, I can come by myself."

The magic circle was gradually formed in the air, and the space tunnel was opened.