Super God: There's a mischievous Xi in my head

Unlike A-Zhui, who is still clueless about many things, Liang Bing is rebellious and unruly, and has already seen all walks of life, so her style of doing things is naturally very different.

"Oh, right," Liang Bing suddenly thought of something and looked at Cang Yu.

Cang Yu was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Liang Bing did not answer immediately. Her wings slowly unfurled, shimmering with a dark luster under the light.

"You know what?" A slight smile played on her lips, a sly glint in her eyes.

"Actually, angel wings... are quite sensitive too."

Cang Yu looked at the familiar smile in her eyes and immediately understood her intention.

"Really?" He smiled slightly and responded to her words, "Then I'll have to verify it myself."

The pure white wings gently closed, like the softest barrier, tenderly enveloping the two in a private and hazy space.

The outside light was filtered into a soft halo, and the sounds became distant and indistinct, leaving only the breaths of those close at hand and the almost inaudible rustling of the fine down on their wings as they moved.

The cool, icy scent was right next to me, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance of cold plum blossoms, along with the subtle sweetness of the lipstick from earlier.

She tilted her head slightly, the cunning in her eyes not fading, but rather, the enclosed and ambiguous space added a touch of boldness and exploration.

Cang Yu could clearly see, beneath her thick eyelashes, a pair of eyes that always held rebelliousness and untamed spirit.

At this moment, reflecting his own image, there seems to be a faint, almost imperceptible... expectation hidden deep within?

"Then," Liang Bing's voice was very low, almost breathy, like a feather brushing against the eardrum.

"Verification Officer, where do you intend to begin the 'verification'?"

Instead of backing away, she moved even closer, her wings folding tighter, making the space feel even more cramped, and their body heat was transmitted to each other through their thin clothing.

Cang Yu did not answer immediately.

His gaze first fell on her cool, bright red lips, which were so close to his, then slowly moved upwards to meet her eyes.

Beneath that cunning, he did indeed catch a fleeting tension, and a kind of... almost sacrificial frankness.

Cang Yu's heart suddenly softened.

He raised his hand, but instead of touching the sensitive parts of the wings as Liang Bing had expected, he gently stroked her cheek, his fingertips softly caressing her smooth skin.

"Liang Bing." He called her name, his voice lower and softer than usual.

Liang Bing was slightly taken aback, the cunning in her eyes fading slightly, replaced by a hint of doubt.

"You know what," Cang Yu continued, his fingertips tracing the contours of her cheek and slowly sliding down to behind her ear.

Finally, it landed on Liang Bing's back, where her wings connected to her back.

"Sometimes, verification doesn't necessarily require 'hands-on'."

His thumb gently massaged the delicate skin on Liang Bing's back, near the base of her wings, a region rich in nerve endings.

Liang Bing's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and a very soft whimper escaped her throat.

It wasn't the pain, but rather a stimulation that was too direct and too gentle, which caught her somewhat off guard.

She instinctively tried to turn her head away, but Cang Yu's hand was steady, and his movements remained gentle.

Liang Bing closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

At first, there was a feeling of discomfort and tightness.

Wings are her weapon, her pride, and a symbol of her breaking away from the past.

She was used to using them to fight, fly, and intimidate, but she had almost never allowed anyone to come so close, let alone treat them so... gently.

A strange feeling gradually emerged.

Inside a room in the corner of the villa.

"Tsk, so I still don't understand why you and Little Milka would give her the 'first' spot?" He Xi pouted, her expression clearly not very pleasant.

Sitting opposite her, Pipi Xi remained calm and even managed a slight smile.

"It's no big deal," Pipi Xi said casually. "This alone doesn't change anything substantial."

A sly glint flashed in her eyes:

"All I can say is... a sister is still a sister."

Upon hearing this, He Xi nodded in realization: "That's true."

Seeing that she understood, Pipi Xi continued in a gentle voice:

"Besides, it was only because Liang Bing seized the initiative, not Morgana~"

He Xi's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

Yes, the one who seized the initiative was Liang Bing from another timeline.

Not Morgana from their universe.

Although he had already learned about the conversation between Little Milka and Morgana from Pipi Xi

However... He Xi wasn't going to let it go so easily.

Morgana deceived him and betrayed him back then.

He Xi still remembers it all~

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In the dimly lit secret room, only the octagonal box in the center emitted a faint and eerie light.

A dark figure knelt on one knee, head bowed deeply, respectfully reporting to the box, his voice filled with undisguised fear and frustration:

"Your Majesty... your subordinates are incompetent. All the troops I dispatched have been routed by those armored warriors..."

"Unable to gather enough dark energy, the Gate to the Shadow Realm... cannot be opened..."

His voice echoed in the empty stone chamber, adding to the sense of oppression.

"It's alright."

A deep and authoritative voice emanated from the box, calm and undisturbed, yet containing a chilling power.

"I foresaw this outcome as soon as I learned that Armor Heroes were also active in this world."

Upon hearing this, the shadowy figure's eyes suddenly flashed with excitement and a deeper sense of awe.

As expected... everything was within the Emperor's control and prediction!

Perhaps his own failure was already factored in, or even part of the plan?

"There's no need to be anxious."

The authoritative voice continued, carrying a sense of composure as if surveying the chessboard.

"I have transferred the primordial spirit imprints of the 'Four Fiends' and the 'Five Great Protectors' to you, and have also bestowed upon you several pure magic spirit stones that can greatly enhance your combat power... and..."

The voice paused slightly, seemingly carrying a very faint hint of satisfaction.

"...This Emperor just seized the 'King of Catchers' from some 'old fellow'."

"This power is enough to help you clear away those obstructing armors and open the passage."

The dark figure suddenly raised its head, its eyes flashing with a sharp light beneath the hood, its voice trembling with excitement:

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty! Your subordinate will certainly live up to your trust and will stain the Gate of the Shadow Realm red with the blood of the armored warriors!"

The light from the Bagua box flickered slightly, as if the Emperor had silently nodded.

"Go. Don't disappoint me..."

"yes!"

The dark figure kowtowed heavily, then stood up.

When he looked up again, his previous fear had vanished, leaving only fanaticism and icy killing intent.

He turned around, his figure disappearing into the deeper shadows of the secret chamber, and began to receive the terrifying gift from the otherworldly emperor, a gift powerful enough to overturn the balance of this world.

Silence returned to the secret chamber, with only the octagonal box floating eerily, its light flickering, like a calculating and greedy eye slowly opening in the darkness.