I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 210, Section 1.15: 8 The Royal Wars (Fisch)
"My angel."

Her long, misty gray hair seemed to radiate white light under the sunlight, as pure, clean, and unblemished as snow.

His azure eyes reflected the girl's delicate and pretty face, the water droplets at the corners of his eyes crystal clear. He gazed intently at Mu Yegui, his eyes filled with an uncontrollable infatuation and madness, a slightly morbid pleasure playing on his lips.

"What do you want to do to me?" His slightly husky, alluring voice carried a different charm than usual. The almost whispered, ambiguous tone, filled with tenderness and affection, spoke of his love.

The water in the white fountain is crystal clear.

This is a small courtyard with a fountain, surrounded by clusters of plants with white flower buds, making this courtyard, which should be lush and green, appear extremely sacred.

The angel sculpture on the fountain seems to radiate a holy light in the sunlight.

She reached out and grabbed Mu Yegui's wrist, letting her fingers rest lightly on his face.

She lowered her head slightly and reverently placed a kiss on her fair and delicate fingertips.

Even the wicked yearn for the light, and he desires to defile it.

His azure eyes were filled with extreme negative emotions, forming a dark vortex that resembled a black hole, capable of pulling everything into the abyss.

"Did you cry?" The hand gently cupped his cheek, and what came into view were those beautiful but lifeless silver eyes, like those of a doll. The soft, sweet voice was as emotionless as ever.

With a 'plop', Mu Yegui jumped into the fountain, his bare feet stepping into the clear water, his skin white and tender without a trace of red.

“Human blood is red, so their skin always has a touch of red, but mine doesn’t,” she said slowly, looking at her excessively pale hands.

"No matter how hard I try to imitate a human's appearance, habits, and even expressions, there are some things I just can't do. For example, I can't make obvious facial expressions like a human; I don't have a real heart, I just simulate a human heart beating, it's really just for show; for example..."

The calm, indifferent, childlike voice paused slightly. She narrowed her clear, cold silver eyes and continued, "For example, I do have feelings, just completely different from yours. What I feel is completely different from what you express, so in the end, it becomes that I have no feelings."

Humans make different facial expressions when they encounter certain things, such as sadness, joy, or despair.

But no matter what you do, I can't truly empathize; all I feel is indifference. This doesn't mean I don't have my own emotions, it's just that sometimes I feel expressing them is a waste of time because I don't need them.

She crouched down to be next to Fischl, leaned slightly closer to him, cupped his face in one hand, tilted her head and looked at him softly, saying, "You are different."

"Just as Ling Tong is the only food I can't live without, you, who have eaten my flesh and blood, have unknowingly assimilated into my blood. You are like my child, only one step away from being complete."

The Samuro race has three different reproductive branches. In addition to mating with any other race during mating season, another branch is to willingly eat their flesh and blood and soak in their blood to gain new life and assimilate with them. Of course, the last one is best left unmentioned.

But the second one is actually the most difficult, because no one would willingly eat Samuro's flesh and blood, and Samuro would disdain giving his flesh and blood to others.

Like a serpentine dagger, the sharp blade sliced ​​across her fair wrist, and the transparent blood shimmered with golden light in the sunlight, slowly dripping into the fountain to merge and be absorbed by it.

The white flower buds in the courtyard stirred slightly, gradually revealing their gear-shaped white petals.

Time stood still for a moment.

Mu Yegui stood on the still fountain, slightly raising his eyes to look at the translucent water droplets suspended motionless in the air. He reached out and touched one, but the droplet abruptly fell the moment he touched it, only to freeze again in mid-air as it moved away from Mu Yegui's hand.

She jumped out of the fountain and stood in the courtyard, tilting her head slightly to look at Fish, who looked pained.

"Humiliation or sin, the blood on your body has long been replaced by mine. Even so, do you still feel disgusted?" Mu Yegui did not wait for Fei Xiu's answer, but turned around and left.

Fish looked down at his hands and remained silent for a long time before suddenly bursting into laughter, a mixture of pain and relief.

A faint smile curved his lips, a smile that seemed both tender and lingering. He raised his head, his azure eyes fixed on the pure white angel sculpture above him, and murmured, "Of course not, my angel, the world I yearn for." He had introduced himself as usual when they first met. Enjoying the fear others instilled while simultaneously finding it utterly tedious, he suddenly noticed that slightly polite smile.

That was the first time he had been treated with respect after a series of misfortunes. Perhaps it was just a subconscious politeness, but to him it was like suddenly seeing the light of dawn in the darkness, extremely dazzling.

So he simply followed her into the instance, silently observing her, trying to understand her.

That person was indeed very interesting.

That's what he thought.

As the games unfolded, he never forgot to use his identity to tease her, just to see a different attitude.

He stared at her, wanting to kill her again and again.

When he realized he couldn't kill her, he felt inexplicably happy, because sometimes life isn't fragile, and at least his world wouldn't be cut short because of it.

Want to know more.

This didn't seem like love, but he didn't know what it was.

But that's fine.

Because she doesn't belong to anyone, no one can possess her.

"I'm serious." Ever since I gained power, I've never really taken anything, whether it was just for show or anything else, to heart.

He slowly stood up, his soaked shirt clinging to his fair and muscular body. The distinctive totem on his lower back, a symbol of his humiliation, gradually disappeared, leaving only a black butterfly with outstretched wings, yearning for freedom.

The next second, the black butterfly changed its posture and slowly landed on a petal of a newly emerged, delicate black lily.

They lingered there as if in love, reluctant to leave.

"This is not salvation."

Because Fish doesn't need such things. He just often forgets everything because of hatred, but that doesn't mean he can't adjust his mindset.

He had been living like this, at least until he met her.

He simply couldn't accept that he had exposed his ugliest, clownish side to her.

You are the world I yearn for.

"My angel."

Therefore, I want to present my most perfect self.

That's it.

The timing flower is a prop, and neither Mu Yegui nor Fei Xiu are affected by props.

The two chapters of Fei Xiu are not perverted at all.

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(End of this chapter)