"You are still the queen in charge of love and war. No man in this world can resist your charm. There is no need to doubt. Doubt is the worst. Believe it."
Mira turned her mouthpiece in a seductive tone and beguiled her with her sweet voice.
Xuanji looked at herself projected in the mirror from three-dimensional angles. She turned back into the canary in the Andaman Palace. Every strand of hair was perfect and every pore was flawless. They would do it every day.
Use all kinds of gorgeous decorations to dress her up as a goddess on earth.
But there was a touch of sadness on the goddess's face, and she was unable to drive it away.
"Ishtar, the most beautiful and dazzling goddess, we worship you." Every time Anu finished dressing up, he would kneel at her feet like a cult ritual.
Xuanji entered the inner room wearing a long skirt that shimmered like water, and walked towards the huge bed. Kalki in uniform lay there thoughtfully, still wearing his weapon.
"Didn't Ajia change your clothes? Let me help you." The beauty's gentle words were more fragrant and tempting than the fragrance diffused here.
She gently placed her hand on his weapon belt, but he held her hand defensively, indicating he was unwilling to disarm.
At this moment, she suddenly realized that this was the closest they had been to each other in many days, and she had not felt the warmth of his hand for a long time.
"This place is just like Saraswati's home. I don't have my own bedroom."
"We were together all night in Urustiva, have you forgotten?" Her eyes were full of tenderness, but her tone was a little sad.
"I was too weak, or in other words, I indulged my emotions and got this result."
"We are finally together, isn't it good? We are going back to Gaia to get married soon. The wedding will be very grand. This is a sacred wedding..."
Before she could finish speaking, he roughly pulled her down onto the bed, startling her.
"Holy?" He looked at her with extremely sharp eyes. Matching his tall nose, it shone like a wolf's eyes in the dim light. "According to the rituals of your cult, I will put on that Shiva strip for you."
An alexandrite necklace, you riding on me and having sex in front of everyone, is this a sacred wedding?"
Xuanji's long black hair was flowing on the soft pillow, and her face was flushed. She didn't know where he learned these details. Mira taught her these secret tricks from ancient knowledge.
"It's not as unbearable as you described. This is the supreme mystery of 'Kundalini', which will lead us to the state of great joy, communicate with the source of the universe, until the enlightenment of emptiness... This will make us truly alive.
God..." Her pair of deep black eyes stared at him affectionately, as if she wanted to suck his soul into them, "At this time, no one can control us, Gaia and Plato..."
"Xuanji, do you really believe this? You are possessed."
"When you were with me, when you were the happiest, didn't you feel the power of kundalini?" She reached out and touched the scar on the side of his forehead, and soon the hair would grow out.
His eyes were wandering, his breathing became thicker, and he couldn't help but pinch her long and thin neck with his big hands.
"You are the ancient goddess resurrected from the dark abyss, the enemy of Plato..."
"This is what Emperor Plato said to drive a wedge between us. This world is not just black and white." She felt the strength of his hand, which almost made her breathless. "Kalki, you don't trust me anymore. I even feel At this point, you no longer love me and regard me as a trap..."
"Why isn't it a trap? I lost my freedom, a coerced prisoner of war, like an animal living in a cage, being monitored every minute..." He said in a deep voice, almost gritting his teeth, "I You finally escaped from Gaia...Promise me to be the king of Gaia? Gaia is a presidential democracy, are you planning a coup? Hold me hostage, use me as a gun, use me, use me with an empty crown Do you want me to be a tool willingly?"
"No, you are free. No one is watching you on the Kubler. You are free. You can go wherever you want." Xuanji defended, "You are a swan knight, and everyone can I obey you, you are indeed the future king, you know the true identity of the priestess, and she bows respectfully to you, what else can't you believe?"
"Freedom? Does freedom of movement mean freedom? For a knight, flying a transforming fighter plane in space is freedom!" He slowly let go of his hand, and she gasped, the corners of her eyes moistening.
"Do you dare to give me such freedom?"
"No, this won't work..." She shook her head, looking aggrieved.
A mocking smile appeared on the corner of his thin mouth, and this arrogant expression stung her.
"I thought you loved me so much that you didn't want to be separated. I thought you would stay in Gaia for me, and we would have our own family, our own children, and we would live together happily..."
Finally, she understood that the Great Light Cult and even herself had made a mistake. Kalki was not an emotional person. He had always been very clear about what he wanted. She was not what he loved and needed most.
"I was in a dream, alone, for so long..."
Her tears touched him and made him feel that she was still the lonely girl living in a small and shabby room, not some goddess controlled by a cult. She was so beautiful, but her whole body smelled of conspiracy.
"I have been educated to be a perfect warrior since I was a child. I don't understand love, and I will not trust the Gaians. They always betray their promises. I will investigate the cause of Ashla's death myself and will not listen to your words."
"You don't believe us at all?"
"Even your freedom has been taken away from you, how can I still trust you?"
He untied the belt that hung the weapon and threw it casually on the lotus-shaped floating bedside table. His uniform and boots were also thrown on the ground casually like a family man. He didn't even say good night to her. He fell asleep and fell asleep.
In such a place, he could not show any tenderness to her. For the first time, they lived a life of a cold couple, which was an embarrassment that he had never expected.
"Our Lord, you are certainly free."
He Meili, wearing a black three-dimensional professional women's dress, stood in front of him surrounded by bodyguards and assistants, with her arms spread out, looking extremely confident without having to hide her identity mysteriously.
Kalki looked up in the unusually bright and spacious hangar of the "Kübler" and watched as a large flashlight-shaped tank several hundred meters tall was slowly opened, and then, a huge umbrella-shaped object shone in the light.