My Wife is Tim

The voice echoed in the room for a while, before the sweet female voice responded.

"Come on, Annan, wait a minute, my breakfast will be ready soon."

Wearing a long light blue dress, Tiamat's long hair was tied into a single ponytail and hung on the right side in front of him. He was wearing a pink apron, like a virtuous wife.

In half a year, Tiamat's influence in Annan has changed a lot.

The most intuitive manifestation is that Tiamat's clothes are not so revealing now, so that Annan will not be pressed into Liuxiahui for a long time.

Originally, the two people's world outlook and outlook on life are quite different.

One is the mother goddess of creation, and the other is a modern man in the peaceful years, and the perspectives of the two are vastly different.

But under the mutual tolerance and accommodation, during the six months of coexistence, Tiamat gradually became... more like a modern mother!

Gan!

On his emotional progress bar, Annan didn't even move for half a year!

This thing is like a blue bird named "Thunder", stuck in 99.9% of the places.

Oh no, he probably got stuck in the 1%.

Annan, who has the level of the God of Raiders, reaffirmed the fact that reality is a garbage game!

If the situation in the past six months is made into a Galgame, he must give a bad review to the manufacturer of this game, and by the way, give a service for black people to carry coffins.

Grandpa plays with your mother's batch!

The difficulty of the strategy is too high!

To be honest, in a world where only a couple of lonely men and widows exist, it is very easy to warm up feelings, but...

Tiamat clearly got the emotional line wrong.

Sometimes, even though Annan has the courage to take advantage of her and express his feelings, Tiamat still mistakenly thinks that it is Annan who is coquettish to her.

Baby, what's wrong with liking mom's soft bosom? !

Then, Annan, who failed like this every time, could only lie on Tiamat's body with tears in his eyes to comfort his wounded heart.

He is in pain!

Although he seems to be living a married life now, Tiamat is in charge of cooking every day like his wife.

That's just because the goddess of creation thought that feeding should be done by the mother, and after careful study, contracted Annan's diet.

I hope that after the group of unfilial sons in Mesopotamia, my relationship with Tiamat can make a breakthrough. Of course, don't make a breakthrough in the aspect of mother's love...

If there is a breakthrough in falling in love with his mother, then he Annan can really only hope that one day he will be able to stage a ghost mother plot.

With tearful and bitter memories, Annan finished eating Tiamat's loving breakfast, drank a drink that imitated mother's breast milk, and then his eyes burned.

"It's time to leave. Let's go, I'll take you home."

Looking at Tiamat who took off his apron, Annan smiled and extended his hand to his beloved.

Chapter 26 The seventh singularity, opening!

in the imaginary space.

The place of nothingness, without light and sound, has caused a big wave at this moment.

The precise lines spread and spread, and the shining magical blue light radiated in all directions, spreading out a circle of [-] meters.

Annan's figure stepped on the magic circle, the light pattern of the magic circuit appeared on the body surface, and the magic power comparable to the spiritual veins of the ground was continuously output.

If it weren't for the fact that nothing exists in the imaginary space, it would be difficult to even maintain the proof of its own existence. The magic that Annan is currently unleashing is absolutely enormous.

Although it is not necessary to change the color of the sky and the earth, at least there should be a vision of space distortion and star shifting.

Unfortunately, in the imaginary world, there is no time and space, and it is obviously wishful thinking to add special effects.

What effect do you add?

simple is the best!

To deploy such a large-scale operation in the imaginary space, if Annan and the root cause were not connected, they would definitely not be able to be maintained by ordinary people.

Of course, he still had some food.

Since he was a half-assed person, he didn't dare to increase his efforts at all. Annan really had to be careful when using magic.

"Huh, there should be no problem now."

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, Annan moved his hands rhythmically, and the magic engraving on his right wrist extended several light bands into the magic circle to help him better control.

After a dazzling operation, Annan breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the ritual under his feet is not too difficult to use, this is the first time Annan has used it. Before, it was just empty theory, and he was inevitably a little unsure.

There is no way, the original owner of the body died early, and the imaginary magic's strength was greatly improved after Annan crossed over to the root cause.

It can be said that Annan is the best at imaginary number magic.

But his magic knowledge is inherited from the original owner of the body, and his strength is directly improved from the source, and he has no down-to-earth feeling about his own situation at all.

To put it bluntly, it's just that I haven't done anything, and I'm just talking about soldiers on paper. It's the first time that a real knife and real gun have played such a big game.

Right now, the magic circle he launched is a great magic that is infinitely approaching the magic level. There are very few magicians who can complete this level of ritual.

"However, although it is a little hand-born, my strength is indeed genuine. If I practice more over time, the magician may be surpassed by me."

This time, the serious spellcasting allowed Annan to have a rough idea of ​​his level of strength.

There is no doubt that his strength is comparable to the heroic spirits of the art class, and he is one of the few humans who can match the heroic spirits.

This reassured Annan a little. If he didn't have the qualifications to compete with Heroic Spirits, then he went to Mesopotamia to send people off.

"This magic circle can be used for another quarter of an hour, Tiamat, get ready."

After the spell was activated, Annan reminded Tiamat while working on the magic power bank.

"Well, okay."

Answering happily, Tiamat stepped barefoot on top of the magic circle, looking at him curiously, his long water-blue hair fell like a fringe at his feet.

Tiamat, who appeared beside Annan at this moment, was not a mind body, but a real body.

Relying on the "self-transformation EX" skill, Tiamat can replace his spiritual base with the black sea of ​​life.

Whether it is the size of a normal person or a dragon body with a total length of more than 60 meters, she can freely change through this skill, and even become a cute little loli.

Magic skill, this is definitely a magic skill!

At this moment, Tiamat is using this magical skill to reduce his body size to the size of a normal person, so that Annan can open the channel and send it back.

"Hey, Annan, will we come back here in the future?"

Reaching out and poking the array, Tiamat raised his head abruptly and asked.

"Should he not come back? After all, there is nothing to be treated in the ghost world of the imaginary world."

Annan maintained the spell, not knowing why Tiamat asked that.

"If you don't come back, it will be a pity."

Tiamat said softly, and the light in the pink-purple star pupils flowed slightly.

"Pity?"

Annan was a little puzzled. He should be happy when he left in this hell where he can't even maintain himself.

"It's really uncomfortable to stay here for a long time, but I met Annan here. I always think it's a place to commemorate."

Tiamat looked at Annan and said with a smile.

Even a world without any meaning has meaning after meeting you.

"Remembrance... that's what I said, but if you want to come back and have a look, it's not too difficult."

After listening to Tiamat's words, Annan also looked thoughtful.

Although the environment is not very good, the imaginary world is indeed the place where he and Tiamat met, and it is full of commemorative significance...

Will his future wedding with Tiamat be held here?

Cough cough, think too far, he doesn't even scribble a word now.

"Let's go, it's almost time, come back and have a look when you have a chance."

Annan took his mind back, looked at Tiamat, and then started a huge ceremony.

The mighty magic power is like a river rushing, Annan stuck to his limit and poured all this magic power into the formation.

"—!"

The magic circle rotates slowly, and the ripples that twist the time and space spread in circles, creating a strange sense of confusion.

At this moment, the imaginary number world that did not exist but was confirmed to exist was forcibly torn open by someone using imaginary number magic, and there was a conceptual flaw.

The flaws are not obvious, and people with insufficient ability cannot detect them, let alone use them.

However, for Annan, who has reached the pinnacle of imaginary number magic, the flaw is very conspicuous.

"Anchor real numbers, done!"

His expression gradually became solemn, and Annan folded his hands together.

A mist of magic power that was so thick that it almost turned into substance suddenly erupted, and the magic circle instantly enveloped Annan and Tiamat.

Under Annan's manipulation, he instantly relied on Tiamat's bond and connected to the real world.

Due to the burning of human nature, human beings were burnt out from the surface and turned into heat. There are only seven singularities in history.

And what Annan locked, naturally, was only the seventh singularity - the Absolute Warcraft Front, Babylonia!

"Let me find it, that's right, this is it!"

Extending the perception, Annan noticed that a breath at the seventh singularity was calling Tiamat.

That is the Holy Grail that Getiah buried in order to summon Tiamat to Mesopotamia!

This just happened to Annan as a beacon to guide the way, a road sign that could not be used any better.

"Tiamat, ready to transfer! Three, two, one!"