Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 131 Kiss

Under the watchful gaze of the still-young great mage, Volame—

She looked surprised when she first saw her bloodless and tearless demon companion.

And after that, that surprise transformed into an unbelievable low laugh on his face.

Bitter and heartbreaking...

"Agushid, what are you doing...?"

Vlamé, with one hand on his hip, was undeniably bewildered.

Especially when he saw Agusid slowly get up,

Then, contrary to his usual behavior, he slowly approached her—

This confusion only deepened.

"That's it..."

"It's really incomprehensible..."

"Even I'm a little confused about what's going on..."

Agushid muttered to himself softly, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He had some guesses about the current situation.

But some confirmation is still needed.

So he walked toward Vlamé without stopping, even when they were less than a meter apart.

He was very close, at a distance that could be described as ambiguous.

So the young Vlamé was also taken aback and fell into a daze.

But she did not back down—

After all, she had done things like stealing kisses from Agushid while he was fast asleep at night.

Such minor disturbances certainly wouldn't make her feel shy.

The reason she was dazed was simply because Agushid's actions were too proactive.

Since we met, we're now returning from our journey—

She had never seen Agushid with such an expression before.

To make such an illogical move.

"Agushid, what are you doing—"

Before Vlamé could finish speaking, she paused as if she had caught herself in a daze.

Because Agushid was looking down at her from a high vantage point.

With almost no hesitation, he gently placed his hand on her face.

Just like a dream.

What...what exactly happened?
He he he—

Why would Agusid make such a move?

Vlamed initially thought he wouldn't react—

But when Agushid actually reached out his hand, she couldn't help but blush.

Her fingers twitched involuntarily, and she didn't even dare to look Agushid in the eye...

"you you you……"

"Ah, Aghushid—"

"What...what's wrong with you?"

He was so disoriented that he didn't even realize he was rambling.

Vlamena's small face, matching her hair color, was steaming as heat emanated from her head.

Looking at his wife, who is still young and whose skin hasn't yet developed the thickness it does after marriage...

Agushid couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He hadn't figured out how to answer Vlamé's question, so he simply put it aside for the time being.

He pinched his wife's cheek.

While watching Vlamé's head, which seemed to be radiating heat,
Agushid confirmed that she was a physical entity, not a dream.

Even Glaosam's [Paradise Transfer Magic] couldn't achieve this level of power—

Therefore, without a doubt...

Just like that foolish disciple said...

This is indeed Vlamé himself, only he is still young.

My suspicions have been largely confirmed, but for the sake of accuracy—

Agushid still asked the question softly.

"Volamei..."

"How old are you now?"

how old are you?
This extremely offensive question, which was particularly offensive to women, brought Vlamé back to his senses.

At the same time, this impolite statement from the most powerful demon confirmed that the person in front of her was indeed Agusid.

Although I don't understand why Agushid would change like this.

I don't know why he suddenly asked that question.

But Vlame did respond, though not with an answer.

"How rude of me, Agusid—" "Did I tell you that a girl's age is a secret?"

Vlame sighed slightly, utterly exasperated by Agusid's lack of emotional intelligence.

It's impossible for anyone other than Agushid himself to ask such a question.

"That's it..."

"Can't you tell me?"

Agushid's voice didn't seem to show much disappointment.

His smile only grew wider, and even the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Feeling Agusid's gentle, relentless caresses,
With her face flushed red to the roots of her ears, Vlame softly uttered "idiot" before turning her gaze back to him.

"Of course I can't tell..."

"If you care, then pretend I'm eighteen."

It is definitely him, there's no mistake.

This is the kind of thing Vlame would say.

"Eighteen years old...?"

"You're still the same, Vlame—"

We did not continue pursuing this unresolved topic.

Agushid looked down at Vlame, whose eyes were darting around, and then changed his question:
"Nafulame, how many years have we been on our journey to and from [Heaven]?"

"Really, you don't have a fever..."

He reached out his hand towards Agushid, who was standing right in front of him.

After touching the forehead of the most powerful demon, Vlame, with the back of her hand facing her own forehead, blinked slightly.

"Let's not discuss whether you're still half asleep..."

Why are you suddenly asking this?

"This is very important to me—"

"How about that reason?"

Agushid would unconditionally accommodate Vlame.

Correspondingly, Vlamed was also unable to refuse Agushid's request.

So even though she had already frowned,
Puzzled as to what happened to Agushid after he came into contact with the Goddess's Monument...

But she still spoke very frankly.

"The Ninth Year—"

Vlamé tilted his face up slightly and offered it forward.

"Also, we are now at the Goddess's Monument in the Kino Mountains—"

"Even if you have a bad memory, you can't possibly have forgotten this, can you?"

Yes--

Of course, Agushid would not forget.

How could he forget the journey he and Vlamé had shared?
So he was just confirming.

At that moment, the speculation was confirmed.

The doubts in Agushid's heart slowly dissipated along with the petals swaying at his feet.

"That's it..."

"So that's how it is—"

The most powerful demon murmured softly under his wife's puzzled gaze.

Then he lowered his head and slowly bent down, without the slightest hesitation.

When that long black hair gently fell to the ends of that light red hair—

Vlamé then realized the current situation.

So she fell into a daze.

Well?
Feeling the strands of hair tangling around my lips and the intense heat I could almost feel on my skin—

Humanity's first great mage stood there speechlessly and in disbelief.

Her waist was gently embraced.

This is not a dream, but reality...

The unromantic demon she deeply loved bowed down.

He did something that brought Vlamé's world to a standstill.

-

Sixty-one years before the death of the great magician Vlame, in the ninth year of his journey to and from [Heaven].

Northern plateau, the Kino Mountains—

Before the Goddess's Monument, the most powerful demon, having returned from a thousand years in the future, stood...

He finally embraced his wife, whom he could no longer win back, once again.

then--

They made the response they should have given after regaining their emotional connection.

(End of this chapter)