The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

"Ahem, ahem, Lor..."

Frey fell to her knees, watching Lor walk away with disbelief and despair in her eyes.

"Goddess of Beauty, well, how could the followers of the Goddess of Beauty speak human language, unless..."

That is the evil god himself.

Miss Yasha obviously knew very well how to deal with adult insects. The monastery was there only because she had just awakened and her strength had not recovered.

At this moment, with deliberate planning, just one strike destroyed all of Frey's possibilities of resistance.

An ominous black mist hung over the pitch-black shadow spear, and swarms of moths kept falling under the cover of the black mist, unable to help Frey heal her wounds.

Miss Yasha even anticipated that Frey, who was reincarnated through the Three Lives Dream Cocoon, would possess some of her shadow power, so she directly used her spear to freeze the shadow under her.

Killer.

Frey struggled to hold the dark shadow spear, trying to pull it out, but she was unable to do so.

Even as the black mist spread, the body became weaker and weaker, just as Miss Yasha expected.

If nothing unexpected happened, Frey could basically just wait to die on the spot.

Fulei took a deep breath, loosened her hands on the spear, lowered her head, and seemed to have given up.

But he was still murmuring.

"He needs me..."

Fleur reached under her nun's robe and pulled out a strip of material wrapped in layers of grayish-white cloth.

The gray-white seal was covered with various distorted golden symbols, and it was wrapping something.

With trembling hands, Fulei untied the gray-white seals layer by layer until the true appearance of the items underneath were revealed.

A golden arrow.

The surface is covered with mottled and old rust, and the feathers at the tail of the arrow are in the shape of a heart.

Frey grasped the arrow and struck the shadow spear hard with the arrowhead.

"Wow--"

The shadow spear shattered, breaking into dark fragments that fell to the ground and turned into a faint black mist and dissipated.

Fleur let out a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground. The moth that had fallen to the ground slowly regained its vitality and began to flap its wings again.

In this extraordinary confrontation, this arrow clearly possesses a higher divinity.

Fulei held the arrow in one hand and covered her chest with the other hand, struggling to stand up. Moths from all directions gathered around her again.

She controlled the larvae to recover from their injuries and looked in the direction where Lor was going away.

"Lor, wait for me..."

……

Lor was wearing a white feather robe and walking barefoot in the underground palace. His delicate and graceful feet stepped on the ground, and the shadows under his feet were boiling with every step.

As the young man walked by, the surrounding scenery seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and dark shadows spread out from him.

It's like thick ink splashed on rice paper, rendering layer upon layer of black ripples.

The shadows turned into dark water, reflecting scenes from another world.

The scene of the underground palace was changing little by little, covered by the world reflected in the shadows. The ground sank, the walls retreated, and illusion replaced reality.

Shadow world.

It would be a very unwise decision to engage in an open war with the Thorns in the core territory of Bloodthorn.

Every wall in the Palace of Thorns is covered with countless blood-red thorns.

These thorns serve as both eyes and ears as well as weapons, and most importantly, they are all connected to the blood thorn that has existed since ancient times.

But at this moment, the world seemed to be turned upside down, the world in the mirror briefly became real, and the bloody thorns could only exist in the reflection.

As long as Lor looked down at his feet, he could see countless scarlet and hideous thorns dancing wildly in the black mirror.

They cut through the earth and destroyed the walls of the palace like a whirlwind, but they could never reach the shadow world where Lor was.

Since it is disadvantageous to us in the opponent's territory, we can just avoid it.

Escape is shameful but useful.

Bloodthorn is a living being active in the world. Just as it is difficult for demons to interfere in the world, Bloodthorn also has limitations on its power.

As long as Lor is hidden deep in the shadow world, it will be difficult for Bloodthorn to break in in a short period of time.

By the time Ilandani came up with a solution, Lor would have been dragged into the abyss.

"...Sister Venus, are we there yet?"

"We're almost there, Luo'er, but before that, there's one last thing."

Lor stopped and saw a door in front of him that was emitting a faint purple glow. It was as bright as the center of the world in this dark world.

The door was open, and standing opposite was Miss Yasha, whom Lor had been thinking about.

She was wearing an elegant black dress, her blood-red eyes hid the animal nature, her long straight black hair hung to the ground, blooming along with her dress, and her face was delicate and beautiful.

He doesn't look like the evil god of the abyss.

More like a mortal princess with noble temperament.

The Yaksha lady inside the door gently blinked her bloodshot eyes and stretched out her slender white hand to Lor, as if inviting her to dance together.

"Luo'er, will you marry me?"

Lor's pretty face was flushed with red, and he looked at the princess in front of him with a dazed look in his eyes.

In fact, that was not like the Miss Yasha he usually saw. She lacked the wildness and fierceness.

But it is the look that most appeals to Lor's aesthetic taste.

She is as noble, elegant, gentle and beautiful as a princess.

The seeds of trust and dependence had been planted in his heart. When he saw the appearance of the lover he longed for most, he was completely unable to resist and quickly responded to her.

"...If it's Sister Venus, I'm willing."

The excitement of being able to completely possess her prey and the surging and uncontrollable emotions in her heart made Miss Yasha unaware that a unique shadow had infiltrated the dark territory.

Her heart was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and the greedy venom had already filled its fangs. Just a little bit more, the venom would be injected into the body of the prey.

She spoke word by word.

"Lord, tell me you love me."

Lor was immersed in incomparable joy. He couldn't wait to walk forward, enter the door, and hold Miss Yasha's hand.

The pure white lamb voluntarily walked up to the altar and was about to complete this grand sacrifice.

"Sister Venus, I..."

"Can't!"

A roar that seemed to have used up all his strength interrupted Lor's words.

A swarm of white insects suddenly appeared in the dark world, carrying a dark light and flying towards Lor's back.

Seeing that Lor's words were interrupted, the phantom floating behind Lor turned around, with raging anger revealed in his bloodshot eyes.

"What a nasty bug."

The shadow world trembled at this moment, boiling with the wrath of the gods.

Pitch-black sharp blades appeared from the dark void in all directions and shot towards the swarm of moths.

Swarms of moths shuttled through the shadow blades like white waves. Every time they were hit, a large number of moths would be lost. Slowly, the speed at which the moths reproduced could not keep up with the speed at which they died.

In the end, only a small group of moths were able to successfully approach Lor.

The moths gathered into a white arrow and shot towards the illusory figure of Miss Yasha with the determination to fight to the death.

"A meaningless struggle..."

Miss Yasha looked coldly at the few remaining moths flying towards her, and her illusory body became solid at this moment.

He raised his slender white right hand, and pitch-black tentacles grew out from the palm of his hand. They expanded in an instant, and the heads of the tentacles opened their bloody mouths.

Like a wolf pouncing on its prey, it swallowed up the remaining moths in one gulp.

Lor was also startled by the movement behind him. Looking at the swarm of moths that Frey had transformed into being swallowed up by the huge mouth of the shadow tentacles, a sense of sadness suddenly arose in his heart.

Miss Yasha watched the swarm of moths being destroyed, sneered, and turned back to continue guiding Lor to complete the contract.

But at this moment, a dim golden light flashed, instantly tearing apart the all-engulfing shadow and piercing into the tentacles, piercing through Miss Yasha's palm like a sore attached to a chopping board.

"This is?!"

For the first time, shock appeared in Miss Yasha's cold and fierce eyes.

The divinity of love was awakened by the arrow, and where the arrow pierced, countless dark golden lines began to spread wildly from the palm of the hand to the whole body.

The divine confrontation broke out within Miss Yasha's body.