Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

“Don’t forget,” his voice turned icy cold in an instant, “I am your master.”

"Buzz!"

A familiar, irresistible burning sensation suddenly erupted from the deepest part of Fu Hua's body, sweeping over her entire being.

"what……!"

Her body arched uncontrollably, and she let out a painful and humiliating cry.

The tears that had just welled up were completely replaced at this moment by another, more familiar, strange feeling.

"Now, do you remember what identity you should use to speak to me?" Lu Mo looked down at the "immortal" who was trembling under the power of the Love Mark, his voice devoid of any pity.

“I… am… my master’s… slave…” Fu Hua uttered these words with difficulty, words filled with shame and resignation.

My resistance to freckles is getting weaker and weaker.

“Very good,” Lu Mo nodded in satisfaction. He slowly squatted down and continued his “benevolent” “truth revelation” in a gentle yet cruel tone.

"Do you know, Hua Nu?" His voice was close to her ear, like the gentlest devil, "The reason I was able to transform your proud friend into this adorable state so quickly..."

"But it's all thanks to you."

"……I?"

“Yes,” Lu Mo said with an approving expression, “while you were in the illusion, your body was working very hard to help me.”

"You held her hands and feet down with your own hands."

"You stripped her clothes off with your own hands."

"You personally transformed her sacred and noble body, completely and utterly, into something that exists solely to amuse me..."

"The perfect toy."

"So..." a hint of sarcasm played at the corners of his mouth, "the reason she's become like this..."

"You did all of this."

"No...no...! It wasn't me!" Fu Hua's face was even closer to collapse. She shook her head desperately, trying to deny this cruel "truth".

Just as weak as in a dream.

However, at that moment, a poignant and desperate cry, filled with sorrow and despair, came from Lu Mo's arms, mirroring the events of that time.

"Lianshan...! Lianshan...!!"

Hei Jilin had no feelings for Lianshan, but she still shouted it out to fit the atmosphere.

The golden "emperor," who had just been "obsessed," now struggled and cried out like a girl who had been completely broken and lost all hope.

It looked like she was trying to crawl out of Lu Mo's arms, but was instantly pulled back.

"Why...! Why did you do this to me...!!"

"Kill me...! Please...!"

That exquisite acting, imbued with a fragile beauty, became the final straw that broke Fu Hua's back.

Chapter 245 Fighting Three Lawbreakers Alone, Call Me Emperor Wen

When the Hyperion landed smoothly on the helipad of St. Freya Academy, Lu Mo let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just fought a long war.

He looked at the several beautiful women around him, who were equally exhausted but each wore a satisfied expression, and he felt incredibly content.

"It's finally over." Lu Mo shook his head.

Recruiting a new harem will take some effort.

“Yeah,” Kiana stretched lazily, hanging on him, “I never imagined before we started that we could come up with so many creative ways to play with just the Xuanyuan chapter.”

"It's all because you two have such wild imaginations." Fu Hua's voice still carried a hint of shame and indignation, as if it were a "aftereffect," but her tone was no longer as intense as before.

Her acceptance level is also increasing.

“However…” Hei Jilin seemed quite at ease. She lightly licked her lips, a look of lingering enjoyment on her face. “It is indeed very interesting. Chi Yuan, I will take your man away sooner or later.”

As she spoke, Hei Jilin twisted her waist, clearly intending to seduce Lu Mo.

Lu Mo took in her alluring gaze but didn't respond. He simply turned his gaze back to the familiar scenery and fell into deep thought.

"Speaking of which..." his voice was tinged with hesitation, "According to the original main storyline, there should be a gap of about three years, right?"

According to the original plan, it was only for six months, but it was changed to three years for the second anniversary.

"It seems like there wasn't much of a plot to follow during that time," he said, glancing at Theresa beside him. "Are we going to skip it again?"

It's possible that other programs will be presented.

Upon hearing his question, a rare hint of guilt appeared on Theresa's usually confident and lovely face.

“…Captain,” her voice was a few decibels lower than usual, like a child who had done something wrong, “that…”

"Huh? What's wrong?" Lu Mo looked puzzled.

“Actually… there’s another person,” Theresa lowered her head even further, not daring to look him in the eye, “Don’t forget her existence.”

"She is, after all..."

Her voice was barely audible, yet it was filled with indescribable complexity.

"My students."

Theresa's clearly hesitant tone made Lu Mo pause for a moment.

Then, a name that didn't really stand out slowly surfaced.

Or rather, everywhere is high except in this world.

Wendy.

The Fourth Lawrence.

No wonder Theresa had that expression. Lu Mo glanced at the white-haired girl who was practically burying her face in her chest, and understood.

In the original story, Theresa's decision indirectly led to Wendy's disability in both legs and her eventual death.

"It's Wendy..." Kiana also remembered, and the expression on her face became somewhat complicated.

"Should I make a move on her..." Lu Mo's fingertips tapped unconsciously on the armrest of the bench, a slight hesitation creeping into his heart.

He didn't have any special feelings for Wendy, but he felt that using those somewhat excessive methods on a girl like her again... seemed a bit too much.

However, before he could figure out how to deal with this minor character, he was still at a disadvantage.

A fierce gust of wind suddenly arose out of nowhere in the otherwise sunny and tranquil schoolyard.

"Well……!"

Kiana squinted instinctively, raised her hand to shield her face from the sand, and complained, "What's going on? This wind is so strong all of a sudden! Sand's gotten in my eyes!"

Mei instinctively reached out and pressed down on her flowing hair and skirt, turning slightly to avoid the wind, and said softly, "This wind came so suddenly."

Himeko merely raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of displeasure at being disturbed in her leisure time showing on her face, and reached out to brush away a few fallen leaves that had landed on her shoulder.

The gust of wind came quickly and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the courtyard returned to calm.

"Honestly," Kiana rubbed her eyes and continued to complain, "Didn't the weather forecast say it would be sunny today? How come the wind is so strong?"

Wait, where did this weather forecast come from?

Kiana, who had subconsciously made a sarcastic remark, immediately understood this point.

“It is a bit strange,” Himeko said, her brow furrowing as she looked in the direction the wind was coming from. “It doesn’t seem like a naturally occurring wind.”

Just as everyone was still wondering about the sudden gust of wind, a light, almost incongruous, girlish voice, like singing, drifted over from the treetops not far away without warning.

"Oh dear? Have you seen the little bird?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Mo's body tensed instantly, his composure and leisure vanished, and he even subconsciously took a half step back.

That voice...that line...!

Alarm bells rang in his mind.

Wendy.

The name was correct, but it was definitely not the one he had just thought of—a pitiful, tragic girl in a wheelchair.

That voice, that flippant yet unsettling tone…

She's from another world, a Wendy who's even crazier and more unpredictable!

Big trouble...

He quickly glanced at the "wives group" around him, mentally assessing their combat strength.

Let alone at this point in time, even after the Moon War, in terms of raw power, probably only Kiana in her current state could still reliably suppress Wendy in this form.

As for Mei and Bronya, let alone the fact that they don't have Herrscher-level combat power now, even if they did, it wouldn't be enough to guarantee their safety.

Who is Wendy?

If we use "End Level" as the standard, then Wendy is the gatekeeper of the End Level.

Just as Lu Mo was on edge, his brain racing to come up with a solution, the owner of the voice finally appeared.

A gentle breeze stirred up fallen leaves, and a green-haired girl in a St. Freya uniform floated down from the sky as slowly as a weightless feather.

She is Wendy of this world.

The familiar look made Lu Mo breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hehe," she said, a mischievous smile spreading across her face as she looked at Lu Mo's tense, almost fearful expression. "You scared me, Captain?"

"Or, as a student of St. Freya, should I call you Master Lu Mo?"

"...You," Lu Mo looked at the girl in front of him, who looked exactly the same but had a completely different temperament, and still asked with some unease, "Which one is it?"

If someone can call out the name "Little Bird," then logically they should be another Wendy.

She tilted her head and winked mischievously. "Looks like that sentence really did scare you."

Hearing this, Lu Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the girl in front of him who was watching his reaction with a mischievous grin, and a helpless expression appeared on his face.

I never expected to be so humiliated.

"It's really you."

“Of course it’s me,” Wendy chuckled. “Who else did you think it was? That person would put you in a very difficult position, wouldn’t they?”

"...Let's not make jokes like that again." A hint of lingering fear appeared on Lu Mo's face. "What if Wendy really ran away..."

He glanced at the girls beside him who were also almost frightened, then looked at the peaceful scenery in the distance, his voice inevitably tinged with worry.

"Let's not talk about us..."

"Even the entire Earth, I'm afraid, couldn't withstand her wreaking havoc all by herself."

“Wendy…” Bronya’s voice trembled noticeably, “Um, I’m sorry.”

“Me too…” Theresa followed closely, her voice full of guilt, “…I’m sorry, Wendy.”

Wendy looked at the two people in front of her, her gentle smile carrying a hint of relief and helplessness.

“Raise your heads, Bronya, Theresa, you don’t need to apologize.” Her voice was gentle, like a breeze.

“But…it was me, your teacher, who failed to protect you…” Theresa lowered her head even further, her voice filled with undisguised self-reproach.

“Ms. Theresa,” Wendy shook her head, interrupting her, “I know it’s not your fault. You just don’t understand those things… Anyway, Ms. Theresa, if you had known the outcome, you definitely wouldn’t have let me go, would you?”

Wendy didn't intend to waste any more time on this topic.

“Theresa is indeed not wealthy,” Bronya said, a long-lost pain flashing in her eyes, “but, no matter what, it was my own doing…”

“Bronya,” Wendy’s voice was still as gentle as ever, “you were just a child who had no choice in the matter back then. You and I…were both victims.”

“Although I did die at that time, I saw everything that happened afterward.” A more mature expression appeared on her face than I remembered. “I know who I should really hate.”

“But…your death…” Bronya still didn’t believe she could shirk her responsibility, after all…

Wendy looked at her nervous reaction and gently shook her head.

"I hate her."

"But it's not to the point where I want to kill her."

Wendy knew what Bronya cared about most.