The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

<I want the world, just right with my sister. >

<I don't want the world, I just want redemption, or judgment. >

In the mortal world, the Royal Palace of the Ronnieville Empire, the bedroom of the Eldest Princess.

Sandalwood burns quietly in the European-style bedroom, and the milky white mist carries the smell of various spices permeating the room, and the mist surrounds the central big bed, curling upwards.

The mist-like and soft plain-colored gauze curtain separates the space inside and outside the big bed. The space inside the gauze curtain is filled with the smell of bitter herbs and pleasant spices. The two smells mix together, giving the senses a magical feeling experience.

A woman in a white dress was sleeping on the big bed.Her face is pale, her skin is as delicate and soft as a brocade, and her long purple hair with luster is spread smoothly on the big bed, as gorgeous as a purple silk satin from the same side.

Such a woman should have appeared in the social arena of noble salons and balls, living radiantly, gracefully and beautifully, enjoying the praise and pursuit of princes and nobles.But now she is sleeping alone in this cold palace, dying and crying like a canary in a cage, and she is about to bring her amazing beauty to confuse the god of death.

The woman's breathing gradually weakened until it was finally inaudible.

The extinguished candle on the counter suddenly lit up, and unknown golden fireworks bloomed silently, illuminating that pale and beautiful face through the gauze curtain.

Obviously, the breathing had completely disappeared, but the woman opened her eyes contrary to common sense—the long eyelashes fluttered lightly and swiftly like butterfly wings, without the sense of old and dullness of a dying person.There is an unknown stalwart force stirring in this mortal body, reversing life and death in an instant.The woman has a pair of magnificent emerald eyes, and in the depths of the blue color, there are golden brilliance and stars passing by, majestic and noble.

As if opening her eyes was just an unconscious reaction, the woman quickly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.

But who knows, when these eyes are opened next time, will it be a god or a human being that will appear behind them?

"Good morning, my dear sister."

The handsome emperor was lying on his side beside the bed, looking at the woman in the white dress with a smile on his face.He and the woman have similar faces, similar hair, similar eyes.The woman woke up leisurely, and looked at him blankly.The emperor's gaze only lasted for a short moment. He lowered his head and kissed the back of the woman's hand and fingertips, with a gentle and lingering voice:

"The Crusaders have captured Palanka, the capital of the Duchy of Steven, for me. Duke Steven is dead, and now you are a widow again, sister.

"That is to say, until the next marriage, you are mine, sister."

The emperor was still smiling, but made no effort to hide the meaning behind his words.

—that is an immoral desire.

Yan floated expressionlessly over the dormitory in a state of nothingness with his original will, crossed his legs and lowered his head, looking boredly at the two white bodies intertwined on the big bed below, only felt that the intermittent groans were really It's irritating to the extreme.She squinted at the half-open door of the bedroom, and the view through the gap told her that there was a garden, and there were only blooming flowers in it at this time, without any people.Yan silently turned his head to look at the two unscrupulous people on the bed, and felt that he really couldn't understand the increasingly demonic painting style of human beings.

Incest is so aboveboard, it seems that having sex is nothing.

The emperor and the woman's purple hair were tangled together, like algae floating in the water.

"Sister..." the handsome emperor let out a dreamlike voice, calling softly.

"Hey." Relying on the fact that no one could see him, the prank factor in Yan's body became active.She probably figured out the reason why she came here suddenly, it could only be that the purple-haired goddess moved her hands and feet.What does she want to do?Yan didn't care too much.But it's rare to come to the mortal world, so I just read this script of sibling incest and then go back, I should have some fun for myself.

She temporarily put Aurora's memory behind her—because there seemed to be more interesting stories in front of her.

The emperor was still whispering for forbidden love, while pumping and plowing inside the woman.The woman trembled and moaned, her bright red lower lip turned pale from being bitten.Yan suddenly discovered an interesting thing: the woman's gaze was always fixed on the dome of the palace, and the brilliant lights were reflected in her emerald green eyes—and Yan's platinum long hair exuded light white light.

Yan couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

——This human being can see her original form.

It's really strange...Yan raised his hand to scratch his hair, his eyes were slightly confused.After the birth, the short wax gourd who called himself "Yuan" grabbed her and Chen and did a good job of science popularization, so that they both figured out what they really were. In Yuan's science popularization, the original will...

——Theoretically speaking, it should not be observed by beings on the physical plane.

But everything seems to have exceptions—Yan vaguely remembers that Yuan mentioned to her that she blessed mankind thousands of years ago, and those children who were blessed may be able to observe the existence of the original will—but it is difficult for human beings to survive. Over the millennium.

A hundred years is not easy for them, let alone a thousand years?

——I'm afraid even the bones have decayed.

By the way... What are the names of those children who were blessed by Yuan?

Just as Yan was trying to recall those past events that Yuan had inadvertently revealed to her, the immoral sex in the dormitory finally came to an end.The emperor stood up, wiped his body clean, and put on the solemn imperial robe again.He leaned down again, kissed the woman's flushed cheeks, and told every younger brother who cared about his sister:

"Please get better soon, my dear sister. Little Pandora has been making troubles since you came back, saying that she wants her aunt to play with her. That little guy is really getting more and more mischievous... Maybe I'm too spoiled Because of her? But that's fine too, children just need to be energetic.

"It's almost time, I have to deal with those old people. Sister, please remember to have a good rest."

The emperor looked at the quartz clock on the wall, turned around and exited the door of the bedroom, leaving the empty room to the lonely woman again.

There is still a gap in the heavy curtains.A ray of sunlight passed through the gap and projected obliquely on the ground, leaving a bright golden spot. The window was probably open, and the curtains were shaking slightly in the wind. Even the spot of light flickered and fluctuated up and down. By.The woman lay naked on the gorgeous quilt, motionless, as if she had exhausted all her strength in that sex.Only the pair of emerald eyes moved slightly with the movement of the light spots on the ground, proving that she was still a living creature.Yan Leng looked at this walking dead man, and felt that this gorgeous palace really looked like a morgue.

I don't know how long it took, the woman tremblingly raised her arm, pulled the brocade quilt to cover her naked body with difficulty, then put her trembling hand under the pillow, groped slowly, and finally took it out. A platinum cross.She clasped the cross in her palms, put it on her chest, and prayed in a low voice: "God, please forgive the sinful lamb, and give it the strength to break free from the bondage of hell...God..." She struggled Turning his eyes, the expression between fear and future appeared on the pale face, and his eyes were directed at the god floating in mid-air—even though the god seemed to be drowsy.

"—I beg you...forgive me."

The woman stared at the gods in the sky with humble and devout eyes.

"You can see me, and you're not surprised - but the age of this body is only 43 years old, it's unbelievable." Yan had no interest in pretending to be in front of mortals, she sat down on the edge of the bed, letting the platinum The long hair fell down to cover his face, and he looked curiously at the woman who had returned to the world through her power - if she hadn't appeared here by chance, then the emperor's behavior just now might have to be attributed to the traitor. *The category of dead bodies has gone.

"Who are you?" Yan asked in a low voice, completely ignoring the prayer just now.

"Naer...Narujiar? Roneviur, my name." The eldest princess of the Ronnieville Empire exhaustedly read out the name that had followed her for thousands of years like a nightmare, as if all her strength was taken away in an instant.

Narujar Roneviur

The term is divided according to time, and the name has two pronunciations and two meanings.The Ronniewell Empire is too prominent, and the interpretation of the surname is impossible to deviate from.

Na-ru-jia-r, Nai Lujiaer.

Nar-u-jia [the ending r is omitted in the customary pronunciation], Nayujia.

The latter reading was popular thousands of years ago, but the former is commonly used today.

Therefore, the name of the eldest princess is Nailjiaer? Ronnywell.

"—Ronnywell?" Yan suddenly raised her head when the familiar syllable appeared, and the hair that covered part of her face was thrown away. She stared straight at the weak and weak princess in front of her, and slowly raised her head , Looking at the palace again - the fire of anger that did not belong to her was burning in her heart, and the black hatred came in an instant, and it came in such a hurry that she was caught before she had time to react.There is a place in the back of her head that is pulsating... Reality and illusion are overlapping and displayed in front of her eyes. On the pure white snowfield, she watched her brother die, one city after another was lost, and the rapidly expanding greed and desire followed. With the advancement of the army, her country was destroyed bit by bit...

No!That's not her country!That's not her brother either!

A voice shouted from the bottom of my heart, trying to contend with the sad memory that swept through the blizzard.

This is not her memory... It is the memory of Princess Aurora of the Northland, she is not Aurora, she is just a bystander... a bystander whose vision is confused by sorrow and unwillingness...

Now she was standing in Ronnywell's palace, the emperor who had just left killed her father Minierva...Kill him!Ruined this country!Revenge... For myself, for the kingdom, for the people...

Now she is standing in Ronnywell's palace, the emperor who just left killed Minerva XVI... don't be sad or angry, that is Aurora's father, kingdom and people, she has nothing to do with her Any relationship...she's just a bystander...just a bystander...just a bystander...just...

That's right.

Yan suddenly calmed down.

Just a bystander, that's all.

The desperate and sad memory in my mind was suddenly shattered——

——She is just a bystander, not Aurora.

When Yan was struggling with the memories belonging to Princess Aurora of the Northland, Nalujiaer was staring at her face in a daze.

It was a beautiful face—beautiful enough to scare Naruja.

She vaguely felt that she had seen this face somewhere before... Such a face, even if she only saw it once, should still leave a deep impression on her.

However, she couldn't remember where she had seen such a noble and sacred existence.

Where is it...

Nalujiaer unconsciously clenched her hands, exploring the depths of her long-standing memory.

Before she could find the answer, the other party's clear voice easily pulled her out of the abyss of memory:

"Narujiar, I remember that this is the goddess of lofty spiritual love in Ronnie Well's mythology—this is really ironic." Yan sighed lowly, "Humans always make up the names of gods and use them on their own. Why is this?" Obviously, before she was born, there was only one goddess in the Primordial Kingdom, and it's thanks to them that they could make up so many weird names.

She glanced at Narujiaer, who lowered her head, with irony in her eyes.

——with the name of a goddess who symbolizes sublime spiritual love, but is an immoral incest.

"...Because doing so can give them an unparalleled sense of satisfaction... the satisfaction of creating a god." Narujiaer sat up from the bed with difficulty, and a strange light flowed on her pale and beautiful cheeks.She felt the sarcasm in Yan's eyes, but she didn't respond, after all...

What is there to respond to?

What has happened cannot be undone.

Just like water that has been spilled, it cannot be taken back.

"In fact, except for some of the gods enshrined in the Holy Court, all the other gods are fabricated by human beings - using historical heroes and sinners as prototypes, dismantling and reassembling, there is always no shortage of materials. "Nailu Jiaer continued, "Especially the 300 years of the Dark Dynasty...that was the time when the gods were born in large numbers. God of War Watson, God of Sea Prois, God of Sky Zhuoge, Goddess of the Forest Landorda, Wind God Bolivard...their true identities in history are mercenaries, mermaids, dragons, elves, and princes of the Northland..."

Narujiaer slowly turned her head to Yan, and the voice of narration stopped abruptly.

He turned his head to look at her, without any expression on his face.

She suddenly let out an "ah", pointed her finger at Yan's face, and said in a trembling voice: "I...I remembered! I remembered who you are! I have seen you before...you are Aurora? Sorendo, princess of the North! I still remember...you died in that war seven years ago! Are you...a ghost?"

Looking at Nalujiaer's terrified expression, Yan suddenly laughed:

"You got the wrong person.

"I'm not Aurora, my name is Yan."

——Princess Aurora of the North...had long ago died in the city of Sorendo seven years ago.

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