The Endless Shuttle

"I find it strange that it is impossible for the Aldikia Kingdom to canonize a marquis to a stranger for no reason, the Royal Lehavain family, they should also know your identity."

"Well, the princess of the Lehavain family is quite powerful." The black-haired young man nodded.

"I didn't even say anything. Her psychic aptitude can tell me at a glance...Of course, this is also due to my carelessness."

"La Flea Lehavain... the eldest princess of Aldikia..."

Nangong sighed tiredly that month, resting his elbows on the table, supporting his forehead with both hands.

"Before I asked you, I tried my best to speculate about your true identity, even if it was exaggerated to the extent of the "last descendants of the sky", the result was still a thousand miles away... In modern society, there has been a conscious mind. , A **** who fits so well with life... You scared me, Rope. "

"Are you scared?"

"So, what response do you think I should use?"

That month glared at the black-haired youth.

"Yelling, crying in the corner like a little girl, to satisfy your perverted hobby? My mind is pretty clear, you can maintain the current state of life with the gods, and even help me eliminate the self-inflicted magic The effect of the book has already explained a lot of problems. Well, except for your ontology, it is a little bit physiologically unacceptable..."

Witches are generally smart.

Otherwise, they would not be able to interpret the obscure knowledge in the magic book.

Leaving aside Rope's shocking identity, his attitude was more peaceful than some "old generation" vampires. Nangong had no reason to do extra things that month to break this perfect result.

Although I don't know how powerful the Demon God is in front of him, judging from the nobleness seen in the subtle gaps, if Luo Pei is allowed to escape from his "vacation state", it will definitely lead to a world-class magnificent disaster.

So, just keep calm.

"I'm not happy when you say that."

Rope raised his brow and held out his hand.

In the distortion like a mirage, his arm turned into a dark blue appearance.

"What a beautiful line! Perfectly in line with geometry and Cthulhu aesthetics, I have been proud of this look for centuries!"

"Yes, you are happy, Lord Devil."

Nangong's voice that month was feeble.

"But be considerate of my insignificant aesthetics, an ordinary human being, please continue to maintain your handsome appearance..."

She asked again.

"So, Rope, are you serious about what you said?"

Which sentence was Nangong referring to that month? Of course Rope deserved it.

Let her break free from the shackles of the prison enchantment and keep the prison enchantment running.

No matter how convenient the body of the doll is, it is not his own after all. Nangong could compromise for responsibility that month, but once the best of both worlds appeared before her eyes, how could she not try it.

God, the pronoun of miracle, is sitting in front of him, and the relationship seems to be good?

"Of course I mean it."

Rope said with a smile.

"I can be responsible for anything I have said, even if it is a joke, I have the strength to make it a real reality."

"You don't need to use any blood sacrifice or human pillar?" Nayue stared at the black-haired youth suspiciously.

Although his behavior was gentle, Ropey's obscure appearance and Cthulhu's words were really worrying.

"Do you treat me as an inferior god?"

The black-haired young man arrogantly dismissed it.

Gothic Lori breathed a sigh of relief, and then quietly sipped the mint tea.

"Then Lord Devil, what is the price?"

You have to pay as much as you want.

After becoming a witch, the first truth that Nangong knew that month was this.

So she signed a contract with the devil, and at the expense of her soul, she became the guardian and key to the prison enchantment.

If she wanted the black-haired demon to help her, Gothic Lori couldn't be naive to think that everything would go smoothly if she said her request in a cute tone.

"The price? Well, let me think about it..."

Rope snapped his fingers and smiled.

"Or, how about being my girlfriend that month?"

"...Aren't you kidding me?"

It's not too heavy, but the price is too light.

In the month that Nangong was light, there was some suspicion that it was a trap.

To be a god’s girlfriend?

What kind of price is this.

It is unceremonious to say that if Rope dares to disclose his identity and prove its authenticity, the women in this world who are willing to sleep with him can go from the far east to Africa. Among them, vampires, orcs, and goblins are all kinds, without heavy ones.

Even guarantee that the third true ancestor "Emperor Chaos"...

"I thought that your attitude these days is simply to have a good impression of my young appearance, to dispel your boredom, I didn't expect you to really take it to heart..."

Nangong frowned that month.

"As a god, do you still have a normal concept of "eros"? "

"Such an interesting thing, who abandons who is an idiot."

"Then...please let me think about it."

Nangong just wanted to agree that month, but thinking of the terrifying body of the **** in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched and changed his answer.

She is not a little girl anymore.

Although I have never experienced it, I should understand it naturally.

What if the demon **** is going to use that tentacle if he agrees? If the body is played for a few days, whether she still lives or not will be the other two.