The red-haired swordswoman's fists became weaker and weaker, and big tears hit Ash's face, mixing with the blood and sliding down, as if they were smeared with the color of the swordswoman on him.
"What kind of mood do you think I have that would make me willing to take the initiative to share my lover!?"
She couldn't suppress her emotions at all, she burst into tears, and exposed her weakness without reservation: "I just know that I can't be happy, so I help you! I'm just stupid and stupid, and I just can't let you be sad! Why are you
I just don’t understand—”
Ash hugged Sonia into his arms and blocked her mouth, causing her full of grievances to turn into pitiful whimpers.
From obedience to hostility, from hostility to desire, their relationship has undergone several huge changes in just a few minutes, but they themselves do not find it strange at all, as if this is their normal state.
There is always no peace and they are always tormenting each other.
The thin starlight in the room was surging and flowing, like the roar of a wild beast coming from the depths of darkness.
It was different from the tender love on the night of the wedding, and it was different from the sweet and passionate farewell last night that was better than the wedding. They were now more like two wild beasts fighting each other than a pair of lovers.
Groaning, roaring, neighing, biting each other's softness, penetrating the souls of both parties, as relentless as enemies, as exhausted as trapped animals.
As the climax of the song came to an abrupt end, Sonia's whole body and mind relaxed. Her curled toes straightened, her arched waist lowered, and her high neck became soft and messy red.
It was sticky with sweat, and the skin turned a soft pink color.
The warm breaths intertwined with each other, and the gasps came one after another, like two beasts recharging their energy during the intermission. What followed was by no means a rest, but an even more violent fight. At this moment, a belated apology broke the news
silence:
"sorry."
"Um."
"sorry."
"Hmm~"
"sorry."
Sonia finally couldn't bear it anymore, blushed and slapped him on the shoulder hard: "Can you exit first when you apologize?"
"No." Ya Xiu said seriously: "What if you run away again? I have to use a beauty trap to keep you."
Sonia curled her lips: "You are the only one who returns the beauty trap..."
"Then don't wrap your arms around my waist so tightly..."
The two of them chatted in vain for a long time, then suddenly looked at each other and smiled, like a stupid couple.
Ash saw a drop of blood in the corner of Sonia's eye, which was his blood she had stained in the melee just now. Ash stretched out his hand and wiped it, and the blood smeared along the corner of Sonia's eye, turning into a bloody tear.
"If I have to sacrifice your happiness to move forward, then I would rather stay where I am." Ash said softly, "At least this way I can still suffer with you."
"Fool."
"If we can't be happy together, let's suffer together. I won't leave you to become smart alone. It's fine for a stupid couple to torture each other." Ash licked the blood from the corners of Sonia's eyes, "Keep hating me as always.
, I will love you even more as always, who made you want to be mine?"
Sonia bit her lower lip lightly and stared straight at Ash, which made Ash feel a little scared. The atmosphere was as solemn as a mudslide before a storm.
Speaking of which, Death Maniac has a very serious violent tendency, and he has to beat him up to feel comfortable. Could it be that this time he activated Sword Queen's hidden switch, and now that she has replenished her energy, she wants to fight and duel at the same time?
At this time, Sonia suddenly raised her hand, and Ash subconsciously shrank his head. However, Sonia just hooked her fingers. The door opened in response, and the light from the outside penetrated into the room, along with the panicked uninvited guests.
Ash turned his head and saw the witch and the others getting up with embarrassed expressions on their faces.
Diya covered her eyes, but the gaps between her fingers were bigger than her eyes, and said in a panic: "We didn't eavesdrop on purpose - it's just that you haven't come back, so we are a little worried -"
"Why are you still standing there?" Sonia's voice was a little hoarse, as if she was tired from shouting just now, "Take off your clothes and come up."
"ah?"
"Why," Sonia pressed Ash down, turned to look at them sideways, and said lazily, "Aren't you happy?"
"Of course I'm not happy!" Weisel said immediately, "Ash likes to wear clothes!"
Sonia looked down at Ash, whose eyes were wandering - completely unable to refute, even Sonia was still wearing knee-high socks at this time.
"Sword Princess," Ashi took a deep breath, "Even if you insist, I won't let you torture yourself like this -"
"I didn't lie."
Sonia whispered into his ear: "I have been traveling with you for more than half a year, and your bottom line has been pushed very low. At least... I don't hate being with the witches."
"I can listen to you," she said, "but the condition is that you make me yours, and you have to prove to me that no matter how much you favor me, the team will not fall apart."
Ash was startled: "How can I prove——"
At this time, the bed frame made a creaking sound, and it was the witches and the others who were coming up. The brand-new bed frame, which no one had used an hour ago, was now almost exhausted, as if it was aware that something more was coming next.
It was a severe challenge, and I quickly howled twice, hoping that they would be gentler, but apparently no one cared about it.
Ash's voice stopped suddenly, and he vaguely guessed something.
"It's very simple," Sonia said briskly: "Since you can't make everyone fair, then you have to make everyone feel that they are favored."
"Just like you made me yours, make them yours too." She whispered in his ear almost like a curse: "Not only will I not help you, I will also become your most difficult enemy."
"You can help him if you want," she glanced at the witches and the others. "It's not me who is unhappy anyway."
"Don't let me regain my senses for a second, don't let me pity myself for a second, don't let me feel the need to help you for a second, if you can't turn me into a silly girl addicted to happiness... then don't blame me for changing
I will become the bad woman who imprisons you."
"Since you have to make everyone happy, then try to create a miracle." Sonia gritted her teeth and said, "Either conquer us or be conquered by us, there is no third possibility!"
Ash was breathing shallowly and quickly, as if lava was rushing through his veins, and his blood was boiling. But before he could say anything, the creaking sound of the bed frame drowned out his reason, and all his words turned into a suppressed groan.
"Don't be so impatient!" Although she said this, the witch's face was flushed and her voice was excited. No one in the whole room was more impatient than her: "In other words, Ash is not allowed to leave this room until we are satisfied? Are we?
Is it okay to do whatever you want? Are there any size restrictions?"
"Boring," Vichy said coldly, "You are truly the worst God Lord I have ever seen, the worst Supreme Being, wasting your precious time on such trivial matters all day long."
Weisel was speechless: "Weishi, if you say so, don't take off your clothes - you bastard actually ran away!"
"Hey? Is this the beginning?"
"...Axiu, you can really handle it..."
…
…
Seven days later.
The four phase heavens that had been closed to the outside world were now wide open, and all the angels in heaven were looking at the beautiful sword stairs extending from the final heaven.
Some were disdainful, some yearned for it, some were jealous, and some admired it, but no matter what their mood, no one dared to look away.
They are about to see the moment that determines the fate of the world. However, it is very regrettable that not to mention themselves, even the master they follow is only an insignificant supporting role on this stage.
On a stage with unpredictable fate, the lights are always focused on the two supreme protagonists. This is why they are so afraid and looking forward to it - when the drama comes to an end, only one protagonist will remain on the stage.
Is it the most shining star in the old era?
Or is it the most stunning beauty of the new era?
Or maybe... they are supporting characters waiting for an opportunity?
despair.
As the Seven-Winged Supreme stepped onto the colorful sword ladder, the seven heavens began to beat.
Fantasy Music Master: "Play music."
Omniscient Weaver: "Dance."
Blood Moon Extreme Lord: "Painting."
Lord Wu Jian Yuan: "Fire the cannon."
Ash remembered that when the stars stepped into the supreme realm of the magician world, the seventh heaven also celebrated with such enthusiasm, which was in harmony with the elegy played by the angels who were the source of the void. He vaguely understood the thoughts of the gods: Even if we
They are hostile to each other, but the supreme magic is the victory of the civilization of magicians. If the virtual world does not celebrate, then we magicians will celebrate the birth of the supreme magic!
Of course, there must be a sense of flattery and confusion in this. Six-winged magicians who can control heaven can ooze cunning pus from every pore in their bodies. If they can deceive their enemies in exchange for growth time, they will not have any psychological pressure even if they call them daddy.
, let alone just congratulating a powerful enemy whose strength far exceeds his own?
Ash looked back at the Kingdom of the End. At this time, the Kingdom was very different from what it was seven days ago. The ecosphere had begun to take shape. The eight secret realms of the world had barely reached an agreement to fully meet their needs within the limits of the Kingdom of Heaven. At the same time, they could also
Coexist harmoniously with other secret realms.
The faces of Sword Princess and the others are not very good, with resentment, depression, worry, and self-blame... But these negative emotions cannot cover up their radiant appearance at all. If they were still immature five-winged angels before, now they have grown to more or less into adults.
A six-winged god who can stand alone.
Ash withdrew his gaze and took one step at a time, just like the stars had stepped onto the seventh floor of the virtual realm.
It took him more than half a year to finally catch up with the stars.
Asher Hiss, the supreme magician, stepped into the seventh level of the virtual realm!
