After get off work, I started speedrunning through the other world

"Akhtar, there is something I want to ask you." Sleipnir pursed his red lips, his expression became serious, and his eyes showed a little pressure:

"Do you think of me as a mount, or as a partner?"

Ximu was stunned for a moment, feeling the soft buttocks sitting on his abdomen. Then he looked at Sleipnir seriously and smiled:

"Of course I'm a partner."

"As my partner, wouldn't it be weird to be ridden by you every day?" Sleipnir fiddled with his long milky white hair by his ears, and his voice gradually became quieter, making it difficult to hear what he was saying.

Ximu looked at Sleipnir, whose cheeks were getting increasingly red, and pretended to be confused: "Partner, can you speak a little louder?"

Sleipnir's cheeks turned even crimson, and she groaned as if she was being bullied. She leaned forward with both hands and grabbed the clothes on Akhtar's chest. Her long milky white hair fell down her shoulders and fell on Akhtar. Hetal's cheek.

"I said... after being ridden for so long, it's time for me to ride you off!" She gritted her teeth and deliberately raised her voice.

The man under her was the Lord of Ashes. It was impossible that he couldn't hear her words just because she whispered, but he deliberately asked her to say it again.

Ximu smiled when he heard this, and then raised his hand, caressing Sleipnir's straight and slender legs, and ran his palms across the fair and delicate skin.

Sleipnir's breathing became rapid, and she couldn't help but turn her head slightly. In the simulation world, she often saw Akhtar and Leticia running into the room to spend the night, and she thought that she should have put Akhtar first. After taking down Akhtar, I felt unwilling to do so, so I decided to take down Akhtar after exiting the simulation world.

But when things came to a head, she became helpless. She could only use words to hint to Akhtar instead of directly speaking out her thoughts.

However.

"Partner, what do you want me to look like?" Ximu's hand followed Sleipnir's waist, crossed the plump mountain peak, and landed on the crimson cheek. "Although I haven't tried it, it can change my life. I can still do it in form.”

Sleipnir's beautiful eyes widened, and then he couldn't help but hammer Akhtar's chest with his hand. This man was still deliberately malicious at this time.

Now she had extraordinary courage.

In the past, she was afraid of getting pregnant and living pitifully with the child, but now she has changed her original mind.

"I thought my partner wanted me to turn into a stallion and ride it." Ximu chuckled. As he developed the player's power, he has reached the point where he can change his life form at will, just like in the game. Selecting a race on the interface, or changing jobs to another species midway, were nothing more than a thought for him.

Unless it is a life form that he does not recognize, or a life form that he has never thought of, he can transform it with his power.

"It's fine as it is now." Sleipnir said softly, and Ximu did not refuse after hearing this, but just suggested:

"Partner, do you need me to teach you how to ride me?"

"Do you still need to be taught how to ride me?" Sleipnir was stunned for a moment, then saw Akhtar smiling and lying on the bed with his arms spread out:

"If you don't need teaching, then I'll just lie on the bed and stay still."

"Hmph, I heard this kind of thing from the bard too." Sleipnir snorted, then reached for the buttons of Akhtar's shirt.

She had heard many stories told by bards, which naturally included ambiguous details about the hero and the princess, although they were all ambiguous details made up by some third-rate bards just to make a living.

But now is the time to make use of it.

But soon she stopped, and her unbuttoning movements became slower and slower, feeling that her heart was about to jump out of her throat. This kind of thing was indeed different from what the bard said.

"Let me teach you." Ximu smiled gently, put his hand on Sleipnir's shoulder, and pressed her against him.

Sleipnir just turned away his crimson face, as if acquiescing to Akhtar's teachings on how to use riding skills.

And at the same time.

Shark girl Kasiut came to the door. She wanted to knock on the door and call Lord Akhtar to go out for dinner, but after hearing a familiar voice, her hand on the door suddenly stopped.

She often did this kind of thing in Lord Akhtar's room, and the noises caused were very similar.

"Why don't Sister Casuta wake up the teacher?" The goddess of savior came over. She still had many things to ask the teacher, but upon hearing this, the shark girl Casuta quickly grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards the living room downstairs. Go.

The Goddess of Savior turned back three times in one step. She had just experienced the power of the teacher to burn the world. Now she had many things to talk to the teacher.

"Master Akhtar is busy with very important things now." Shark Girl Kasiut explained while dragging the Savior Goddess away. She could not let the Savior Goddess, a child under one year old, witness her teacher and Sri Lanka. Repnir was messing around.

Otherwise, it will have a bad impact on the goddess of salvation.

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living room.

"Akhtar, do you have something to deal with?" The sick-dead witch lay on her side on the sofa, biting a long piece of bread, and said casually:

"That horse sneaked into Akhtar's room early in the morning. He must have something to discuss with Akhtar."

The Plague Goddess shook her head slightly after hearing this, and pulled the Salvation Goddess beside her. Then she asked the Salvation Goddess about what happened in the simulated world, and comforted the Salvation Goddess's lost heart. She probably guessed what happened.

The content was not what she expected, and the goddess of salvation began to doubt whether she could cut off the world's eternal cycle of reincarnation.

She comforted him for a long time, and then she allowed the savior goddess to adjust her mentality.

"Plague Goddess, you are really suitable to be a mother." The Death Witch looked at this scene and couldn't help but say.

In response to this, the Plague Goddess just rolled her eyes in annoyance. It is difficult for the gods in this world to have offspring. Even if they give birth to offspring, they will not be gods, because gods are essentially the side manifestation of the world.

If a goddess wants to give birth to a descendant of the Lord of Ashes, she can only inherit the qualifications or related bloodline talents, but there is no way to inherit the unique abilities of the soul, and it is impossible to give birth to another Lord of Ashes. Lord or god.

Of course, the gods did not want to give birth to another god and the Lord of Ashes, they just wanted the fertility goddess to give birth to offspring with the resistance to the Lord of Ashes.

afternoon.

The setting sun broke through the window and fell onto the messy bed. I saw a girl with long white hair, her head resting on the man's shoulder. Her snow-white skin reflected the alluring luster in the sun, but the most attractive part was They should still have those slender thighs, but what is a pity is that the soles of the feet seem to be stained with some white dirt, which falls on the arches of the feet and the jade-like toes, making people feel a bit like jade dust.

Ximu gently pushed Sleipnir away, but this slight movement made Sleipnir wake up.

"You can take some more rest."

"No need." Sleipnir shook his head. She didn't really want to separate from Akhtar yet. She was about to get out of bed together but found that there was still something sticky on her feet.

Ximu suggested: "Just put on your shoes?"

Sleipnir glanced at his high heels. If her shoes were taken away, her affair with Akhtar would definitely be exposed. It would be too shameful to leave the room with such things on her feet.

"Then let's take a bath." Ximu suggested again, and saw Sleipnir hooking his hands around his neck and complaining:

"It will be sticky and uncomfortable to walk on."

"Then let me carry you there." Ximu picked up Sleipnir and took her to the bathroom. On the way, she didn't meet anyone else and successfully took her to the bathroom, removing the stain on her hair and chest. Wash the dirt off your legs.

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At night.

The living room is brightly lit.

In front of the dining table.

"It seems that I didn't fall asleep and enter the simulation world tonight." The plague goddess asked the man next to her while eating her dinner:

"Did something happen?"

"The simulation world also needs to be updated." Ximu said with a smile, while inserting the barbecue in the bowl and placing it in Sleipnir's bowl.

When Sleipnir saw this, she just lowered her head to eat and did not take the initiative to join in the conversation. She felt that everyone was looking at her strangely, and she didn't want to talk yet.

And she is still struggling with one thing, that is, the monster witch wants her to be pregnant with Akhtar's child, and then study the power of the Lord of Ashes by studying Akhtar's child.

Not to mention that she is willing to be pregnant, even if she is pregnant, she is not willing to hand over her child for research, even though the monster witch is only supposed to take blood samples and will not do things like anatomy.

But after all, she was reluctant to have her child studied, but how could she reasonably refuse the monster witch-sama.

"It may take some time to update." The Plague Goddess nodded slightly, with worry on her pretty face. "Nowadays, many people can't distinguish between truth and falsehood, and they don't quite agree with the real world."

Ximu explained: "There are still a few days for them to adapt to reality, and this can also be regarded as a preview of the future."

The Plague Goddess made no retort.

The world will eventually move towards Ragnarok. It would be better for people to be more mentally prepared now so as not to be too desperate before death.

"By the way, I plan to go to the Dragon Empire to meet my old friends." Ximu suddenly changed the subject, "Do you want to accompany me?"

The Plague Goddess paused slightly while eating, with a helpless expression on her delicate face: "Bringing me there will only hinder your date with your lover, right?"

She crossed her fingers and held her chin lightly.

"We'd better stay here."

"That's really a pity." Ximu said this, but there was no regret in his tone. What he said was more to inform the Plague Goddess that he was leaving.

However.

"Teacher, I want to go too." The savior goddess suddenly spoke out. She wanted to stay with the teacher. As for the teacher's date, she just didn't bother her.

"Yeah." Ximu didn't refuse. He didn't mind having the goddess of salvation by his side at all, and she could teach her by the way.

"Save the world, it's better not to follow." The plague goddess shook her head slightly, and her eyes fell on the savior goddess. "She needs to learn lady etiquette and correct her bad habits in the simulated world."

The goddess of savior wanted to retort, but looking at the oppressive eyes of the goddess of plague, she did not have the courage to refute, so she had to turn her eyes to Teacher Akhtar for help, but Teacher Akhtar turned his head away and pretended not to see it. Her plea for help.

Now she has to save the world, but she doesn't have time to waste learning lady etiquette. Well...this is what she complained in her heart.

But I dare not say it.

The second day.

afternoon.

At the door.

"If you are in danger, shout to the sky, teacher, for help." Ximu rubbed the head of the savior goddess, then glanced at Sleipnir and the shark girl Kasiut, and disappeared into the distance together.

The Goddess of Savior touched her head, her expression reluctant to leave, but she still returned to the room with the Goddess of Plague and the Witch of Death.

Now she was looking forward to dreaming and entering the simulated world.

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The Dragon Empire.

This country dominated by dragons occupies a continent and has enviable wealth. It is also a gathering place for cultists.

The headquarters of the Death Cult exists on the border of the Dragon Empire.

Of course, the current Death Cult is no longer a cult, but an orthodox religion recognized by the gods, and does not need to hide in the dark side.

The beach by the sea.

The blue waves hit the beach, and then reluctantly faded away. The white-haired loli walked on the beach. People of different races passed by her. No one dared to disturb her. This is not to say that she is very scary.

But she is wearing the nun uniform of the Death Cult, which is very deterrent. Ordinary people dare not offend the members of the Death Cult who were once cultists.

Those who can join the Death Cult are very dangerous.

"Little sister, are you alone?" A teasing voice suddenly came, and a shadow covered the petite body of the white-haired loli.

"Do you want to play with me?"

No matter how you look at it, it is a malicious chat, especially such a standard villain's words, and you can hear that you will be taught a lesson by the protagonist in the story.

Old-fashioned and unoriginal.

"Okay." The white-haired loli raised her cheeks and looked at Akhtar who appeared in front of her, showing a bright smile:

"What does this gentleman who chatted with me plan to take me to play?"

Ximu thought for a while: "Let's have a glass of juice?"

"Shouldn't it be a glass of wine?" The white-haired loli couldn't help laughing, but her ruby-like eyes did not leave the man in front of her for a moment.

"I was thinking before that Sleipnir should not be willing to be controlled by the false Lord of Ashes, so the only person who can ride Sleipnir is the real Lord of Ashes."

She grabbed Akhtar's wrist and walked on the beach together.

"When did you come back?"

"It's been a while." Ximu replied with a smile, looking at the lolita in a white dress beside him, explaining, "I came here this time to bring your soul out of hell."

The white-haired lolita smiled sweetly, raised her hand and gently placed it on her chest: "The gods of hell have returned my soul to me."

"Then there's nothing for me to do." Ximu nodded gently, and then felt the little hand holding him hard, pulling him to stop.

"No, you have something important to do." The white-haired lolita raised her hand and placed it on her chest, the sea breeze brushed across her skirt and hair, and the setting sun shone on her delicate little face.

She smiled sweetly.

"It's time to accompany me now."