The Endless Shuttle

Rope had a chill in an instant, and threw the disgusting picture in his mind.

Even with the divinity of disease and plague, how can his lovely daughter grow into Nurgle! Can not! Absolutely not!

"Lina, take care of the aesthetic concept that your mother has inherited from you..."

Luo Pei, who never recognized the aesthetic taste of the King of Yellow Clothes, said this in a slightly disturbed mood.

Lena felt a little strange, but still answered with an elegant smile.

"Yes, my father."

"Sister Charest! What do I need to do?"

Lena finished, and the last daughter, Saya, asked cheerfully like a pupil raising her hand in class.

Chariste seems to have entered a role-playing state, and deliberately pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"Sister Saya, just continue your thoughts. I have to say that among the daughters of your father, you may be the hardest one. Due to the crazy mental state of the gods of our camp, it is not strange what happens in the war. , Sister Saya, you will become a long external mediator, trying to save the impossible extravagant hope."

"Hey! I just remembered that when you said that, up to now, there hasn't been any progress in the contradiction and mediation between His Majesty Katugya and His Majesty Nyaratotip..."

Saye wilted down.

Estrede waved her hand and said.

"No, no, Saya, don't think about it. I know the character of my mother very well. It is probably harder to reach a reconciliation between her and Nyaratotip than to kill her."

"Hate is always motivated. As long as the motivation can be found, there will be a solution."

"Do you think I didn't ask your mother about this? This is the greatest mutual hatred in the Cthulhu camp." Estreid said: "Mother's answer is very simple. She has long forgotten why she hated Nyarlatote. Pu, but this feeling cannot tolerate falsehood."

To put it simply, Katugya didn't know why she hated Nyarlatotep, but she hated it very much, and she couldn't wait to bring the other party back and forth tens of thousands of times, and she would never be relieved.

Very unreasonable, isn't it?

But Cthulhu is such an unreasonable existence.

"Ugh……"

Saye deeply felt that the mission was heavy and long.

"Ahem." Charest took the topic back and glanced at the goddesses: "Sisters, what questions and dissatisfaction do you have? If not, then the results of the meeting will be implemented in this way for the time being."

The other daughters would naturally not object to the plan arranged by the goddess of knowledge.

"My father, do you have anything to add?"

"No, Chariste did a great job."

Luo Pei closed his eyes and drank chocolate milk while enjoying the clear arrangements his daughter had arranged for him.

This sense of relaxation is really awesome.

"So, at this point, business is over."

Charest snapped the pointer together.

The other daughters also realized something, and stared at Rope as if Guan Gong opened his eyes.

The pressure brought by the sight made the black-haired young man almost choked.

"What are you planning to do?"

"My father, didn't he forget what he just promised us?" Sumonamei asked with a smile.

"I haven't forgotten, but... do you really plan to come now?"

"Why not?"

"I just talked to Lamia last night..."

"It's okay, it's okay~"

Saya didn't know when he walked around Rope's back, biting a pair of tiger teeth on his neck.

"The energy agent of the life divine power, the biggest weight!"

"Hey!"

Rope wanted to break Saya, but found that his cutest daughter was motionless like a rock. After struggling a bit to no avail, he simply gave up the struggle slowly.

——What a group of wayward guys.

In the face of a group of true gods, I hope it will not be too outrageous...forty-two days...

When dusk arrives, Rope is about to usher in a crazy journey.

It cannot be denied that, as the prince of pleasure, he will inevitably get the low-level happiness he wants.

Chapter 108: Bai Yasha's Counterattack, Snow White, the Water God of the Snake

Forty-two days of travel will undoubtedly trample on the word travel perfectly.

Because Rope hadn't stepped out of the daughters' room for 42 days after that day.

The turmoil is like a whistling wind in hell, the quagmire of desire breeds, and it preaches the endless joy of indulgence.

When the black-haired young man stepped onto the six-figure outer door and came to the former White Night King, in front of the current Bai Yacha, his whole body was in a soft trance state.

The lower courtyard of Shirayasha is a typical Japanese-style courtyard. This is not to say that she has anything to do with the community's "eight million gods", it's just a pure preference. There is an elegant small pool and monk's capital in the courtyard, and the sound of bamboo joints and water flows regularly, presenting a unique cultural atmosphere.

With a kimono and white stockings, Bai Yasha frowned and gently kicked Lope, who was lying on the soft seat, with his little feet.

"You guy...what happened? Such listlessness is not the posture that the gods should tremble, and the human being will eventually try "Vanxiang Useless". "

Luo Pei raised his head and looked at Bai Yasha numbly.

"Forty-two days, do you know how I spent these forty-two days?"

"How do we know."

"The black wind of the wicked; the extreme happiness of the senses; the Sahara desert full of sea water; the frozen waterfall..."

"What the **** are you talking about nonsense."

Bai Yasha casually stuffed a piece of Senbei into Rope's mouth, and then sat cross-legged across the low table with a teacup.

Compared with the noble and elegant lady, Cangfa Lolita is a little closer to the uncle.