Blasphemy: 2Future Part 1

The sun always rises very late in winter.

Roger was leaning on the mahogany lounge chair, resting his feet casually on the window sill, looking at the faint morning light outside the window. The big bed behind him was in a mess, with the pillows messy and half of the luxurious silk curtain falling off. Come down and drag on the ground for a long time.

Roger was covered with a light and warm brocade quilt, but there was a high bulge in the middle and lower part of the brocade quilt. The brocade quilt suddenly moved, and the sleepy-eyed Froya poked her head out of the quilt. She found a comfortable place to rest her little head on Rogge's chest and fell asleep again with peace of mind.

The fat man lowered his head and looked at her beautiful, peaceful and sleeping face, and felt that his heart was filled with peace and joy. At this moment, the fat man was bathing in the morning light and embracing his beautiful woman. For a while, all the fights for power and supremacy, cultivating demons and becoming gods were eclipsed by this peaceful happiness. He has not experienced this kind of happiness of ordinary people for a long time, or in other words, he has always ignored this kind of happiness.

The fat man sighed contentedly.

Froya woke up with a start, raised her head in a daze, and stared at Rogge's face with her unfocused beautiful eyes. After a while, she finally regained consciousness and said angrily: "Damn fat man, don't you even sleep? ”

Roger's hands moved restlessly under the quilt. Froya was caught off guard, her eyes closed slightly, and she moaned softly. The fat man smiled and said: "How can I be willing to sleep at this time? Besides, I'm not tired, I just want you to have a rest. If we don't kill you until you raise your flag and surrender today, we won't be done!"

Froya's green eyes lit up, and she suddenly turned her head. He bit Rogge's shoulder hard. The little goblin knew that the fat man's **** was so strong that even a knife might not be able to cut it, so he took this bite without any reservation, using all his strength, the two rows of silver teeth dug deeply into the fat man's flesh. He went in and rubbed it hard.

Even though the fat man had an extraordinary physique, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The little fairy finally let go, and she bit down with all her strength without even breaking the fat man's skin. Only two rows of teeth marks were left on his shoulders. She supported her upper body and the brocade quilt slid from her bare shoulders to her waist. The two jade peaks on the chest stand proudly. Before Rogge had time to appreciate the beautiful scenery, he was first trembled by the surging green fire in the little goblin's eyes.

"Damn Fatty, are you still weak now?" From those beautiful green eyes, Rogge could clearly read the danger.

"Who is afraid of whom? Let's see who surrenders first!" The little goblin gritted his teeth and spit out a declaration of war, and then pounced on Rogge viciously!

The solid and precious rosewood lounge chair groaned and fell apart.

……

"Damn fat man. If I leave one day, will you occasionally feel sad?"

"Go? Where to go and why are you leaving?"

"I'm tired of staying here, it's time for me to leave! I haven't decided where to go yet, maybe go on an adventure!"

"Damn it! You're not attracted to that **** Milo, are you? I'll find someone to kill him!"

"Haha! Are you jealous? I'm so happy and I will make you more jealous in the future!"

"...Very good! This time, if I want you to get out of bed in three days, I will not touch a woman within a month, no. Twenty days... no, no, ten days!"

"What are you feeling guilty about?"

……

Thousands of strands of golden hair scattered silently on the cloud-like brocade quilt, like rushing golden waves. In the successive peaks and troughs, in the intertwining of necks, in the mesmerizing breath, Froya felt deep in her heart. Quietly let out a subtle sigh.

Silly man, I’m leaving. What you remember is when I was most beautiful...

The boundless Arctic Ocean now has a new owner. Howling ice wind, thick ice caps, flying snow and drifting glaciers, everything on this endless ice ocean moves according to Feng Yue's will.

She stood in the void, her silver gaze penetrating all obstacles, overlooking the thousands of miles of ice ocean. Under the ice cap, which is up to a thousand meters thick at its thickest point, many very powerful beings are swimming slowly. However, the wind and moon are standing on the ice ocean at this moment, and they may be trying to express their surrender. Or intimidated by her divine power. They all chose to dive deep into the ocean floor.

On the other side of the ice ocean coast, Winner was working in the floating city with great excitement. He is trying to restore this miraculous city. Make it float in the northern sky again. Winner was busy feverishly, with various materials dancing in his palms, countless magic flowing with his thoughts, and the happiness in his heart was simply indescribable!

Put aside any belief, country, or family. What can compare to the joy of making a miraculous city float with your own hands?

Wen Na has been regretting it. If he had known that there was such a thing as a floating city in this plane, he would have taken the initiative to surrender in front of Fengyue early in the morning.

Feng Yue had changed into an ivory white dress at this moment, and countless hexagonal snowflakes solidified into lace, decorating her elegant neck and delicate wrists. The light silvery gray and goose yellow patterns are intertwined on the skirt to create mysterious and obscure patterns. In each pattern, there seems to be a faint flow of light and shadow.

She remained motionless, just staring at her own territory, but that silver gaze had spanned thousands of miles.

The space behind her rippled slightly, and Weina stepped out of the void, stood side by side with Feng Yue, and followed her gaze to the distance.

Weina suddenly smiled and said: "Fengyue, you see, your choice is very restless! Her love and hatred are too intense, and it is impossible for her to accompany him and help him quietly as you think. ."

At this moment, Fengyue's every word is like the icy wind that brings chills to the heart and lungs: "When did I choose?"

Weina completely ignored Fengyue's seemingly tough defense and just said to herself: "Human emotions are a very complicated thing. For a person with so many ideas like him, the best choice is a person with a gentle temperament and ability to People who treat him wholeheartedly, such as the elf named Adjani. Well, among the more than 1,700 books I have read, at least 1,400 say so."

Feng Yue turned her head slightly, looked at Wella, frowned and asked: "What book?"

"A book about love."

Feng Yue's eyebrows frowned even more tightly: "Love...what is that?"

Weina said: "Even if I explain it to you, an ignorant iceman, you won't understand. So, let me ask you, why do you help his women? When you choose these women for him , do you feel uncomfortable?"

Feng Yue replied calmly: "The former one. He likes them. The latter one, no."

Weina stared at Fengyue. I tried to see something from those silver eyes, but the silver luster seemed to be solidified without any fluctuation.

She said bitterly: "I didn't expect that a **** could actually lie! Doesn't the Goddess of Ice and Snow have the ability in this field? The power of faith in the Eye of Wisdom is really different!"

Feng Yue ignored her.

It fell silent on the ice ocean.

Suddenly, Weina sighed softly and said: "Fengyue, if you have a choice, this godhead should be given to me."

Feng Yue smiled faintly and said: "We have no choice."

"Yes, we don't have time... Fengyue, stop suppressing yourself like this. If you continue like this, you will completely integrate into the godhead of the ice and snow goddess. Do you really want this?"

"I didn't suppress myself."

"You lied!"

Feng Yue ignored her again.

Weina shook her head, turned around and was about to disappear into the void, Feng Yue suddenly said: "Wella. The rules of power operation in this plane often change, you have to pay attention. Your fighting method now is too risky. ”

Weina was startled, with a trace of amusement in her eyes, staring at Feng Yue up and down, left and right.

In front of the pair of shining golden cross stars, Feng Yue's eyes were somewhat evasive for some unknown reason. She suddenly turned around. He stopped looking at Weina and looked into the distance.

Wella laughed, her smile was extremely proud and arrogant.

She flew around Feng Yue in circles, trying to catch those evasive silver eyes, and said mischievously: "I will fight this way! What's wrong with you? I will often train him in the future, anyway. The rules of power operation have changed..."

After being dodged by Feng Yue again, Wei Na stopped her body and said her last words with a smile: "I can't move for a moment at most."

"Weina!" Feng Yue suddenly turned around, ice wind condensed on her right fist.

Wella instantly disappeared into the void. Only her clear and triumphant laughter still echoed over the ice ocean.

It is dusk.

Roger changed his clothes. Shi Shiran walked out of the bedroom.

At one end of the corridor, Robosky was wandering there. Looks like I've been waiting for a long time. As soon as he saw Rogge, he immediately came up to him, his face full of envy and admiration.

"My lord, you are so amazing! Even Princess Froya was subdued by you. And you are so brave! Even if there are more than a dozen relays like this, my lord, it is not even half as good as yours." So majestic!"

This flattery is a bit rough and explicit, but it is really comfortable. Rogge laughed loudly and said: "Compared with you in this aspect, hehe, um, I can't beat you! Haha! What can you do?"

Robosky smiled and said: "Miss Serena heard that you returned to the Imperial Capital, and came here to see you. She has been waiting in the small living room for a while. Sir, you are really good at dealing with women. , you must teach me two tricks in the future."

"Serena?" Rogge pondered. Straw still holds great power, and the potential power in his hands cannot be underestimated. Therefore, he must be careful with Serena, whom Straw loves very much.

Every move of these powerful ministers attracts much attention. Countless pairs of eyes from both the government and the public pay attention to every smile and frown, every cough and sigh of these big figures. People will speculate on the political meaning behind any ordinary poetry gathering and banquet. , not to mention activities such as marriage that are equivalent to declarations of alliance.

"My lord!" Roboski called out and said, "You can't keep Miss Serena waiting too long. I have heard that her temper and patience have never been very good."

Roger nodded and walked towards the small living room which was only used to receive very close friends.

Serena sat with her back straight on a chair by the fireplace, as quiet as a lady who had just entered society. There was no hint of the bad temper or patience that Roboski said. There was still a trace of blush on her face, and her expression was very strange, including shyness, sadness, and shock that had not faded away.

"Who is she?" Serena suddenly asked confusedly.

"Who?" Rogge was a little confused. After some questioning, he finally understood the whole story and couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.

It turns out that Serena was waiting. Unfortunately, she met Androni, and naturally she could not escape her teasing when she was alone. But Androni didn't know why. Today I changed into women's clothing, which was extremely rare. Despite her androgynous look, Serena was still stunned by her stunning looks.

Serena never dreamed that she would be teased by a woman, or a beautiful woman. She was shocked and tried to resist, but Androni restrained her easily. Only then did Serena realize that the martial arts she was so proud of turned out to be so vulnerable.

"Is there such a person around Rogge?" While being shy and surprised, Serena felt a sense of inferiority in her heart for the first time.

Roger didn't know how to explain Androni's matter. This guy. It's always been such a headache.

Seeing Rogge hesitating, Serena lowered her head. She managed to calm down and said, "I heard that you are back. My father wants to invite you to the family dinner tonight."

Before Rogge could agree, the door opened and Froya walked in. After the violent storm, the little fairy was struggling to walk, but there were all kinds of charm after the rain. Infinite laziness is really exciting!

"Damn fat man, you lose! Ten days!" Froya said through gritted teeth, turned around and left, closing the door. Before leaving, she glanced at Serena intentionally or unintentionally.

Serena's face became even paler.

Roger could only smile bitterly.

The North Country has long been frozen for thousands of miles. In this silver world. The City of Oracle is like a piece of emerald green.

Since Constantine left, Eiffel has been practicing Holy Glory Meditation every day in addition to working. If she has some time, she will occasionally practice some sacred spells. The light spells that Constantine taught her were very strange, not very systematic, and somewhat similar to divine spells. But there is no doubt that these spells are very powerful.

But at the moment Eiffel is neither working nor meditating. She did nothing but sit in the canopy of an ancient elven tree. Looking at the vast central mountains in the distance.

Her heart was getting more upset every day. The stench coming from the distance seems to be substantial, and as time goes by. It is becoming more and more intense. Judging from the fact that the other elves were completely unaware, the stench came purely from her keen intuition, but it was enough to disturb her from being able to calm down and do things.

Ai Feier suddenly stood up!

In the stench in the distance, there is already a hint of blood. Eiffel's face became increasingly worried. She tried hard to distinguish the breath carried by the wind. After hesitating for a long time, she finally took out a whistle carved from jadeite from her arms.

She took a deep breath, and suddenly the holy flames were rising all over her body. Then she blew the jade whistle with all her strength, and the faint holy flames even spurted out from the other end of the jade whistle!

The jade whistle is silent.

There was a clear and crisp sound, and the teacups and teapots in Hughes' hands exploded one after another, and the hot tea and precious tea leaves were splashed all over Hughes. He stood up in a hurry, feeling embarrassed and sad about the wasted tea. He was anxious and angry for a while, and his demeanor was completely lost.

"Why does this little thing use so much force to blow a whistle! She really shouldn't have made the whistle so good in the first place, alas! By the way, where did she get so much strength?"

Xius was annoyed while trying to save a sip of tea before all the tea leaked out. For a moment, he forgot one important thing: giving Effie a response.

After waiting for a long time, Eiffel's body was ignited with blazing sacred flames, and she blew the jade whistle again viciously.

Bah!

The tea can exploded.

A moment later, Eiffel's face turned as pale as a distant mountain, and even the tips of her long ears were trembling. She never knew that the always elegant Elder Hughes would scold someone so angrily.

She suddenly trembled, like a kitten shaking off rainwater, shaking off all the blame from Xius, and then she jumped up, crossed the long distance, and jumped from the ancient elf tree with extreme lightness. Arriving at the large terrace of the Temple of God.

At this time, a little light flashed in the distance.

Aiffel raised her head, looking slightly surprised, looking at that familiar light in the distance.

Supported by the dim divine aura, Constantine flew staggeringly. He finally failed to maintain the last distance, drew a crooked arc, and fell heavily in front of Effier's feet.

His complexion was gray and he had obviously been cursed a lot. His body was crisscrossed with thin and deep cuts, and his white robe was already in tatters. Half of his face was burnt black, and the tips of his hair were burnt and were unevenly long and short, as if they had been burned by fire.

Also ~IndoMTL.com~ the shackles of faith on his hands are gone.

Constantine's breath was extremely weak and he was obviously seriously injured. He reluctantly raised his head, looked at the confused Eiffel, squeezed out an ugly smile, and said intermittently: "...It turns out...they are three undead. They...are really strong..."

"Where are the three thieves?" Effie asked, her long golden eyelashes twitching.

Constantine smiled bitterly and reached into his arms, as if he wanted to take out something.

"I... beat them away... I'm sorry, I can only... do this. Have you ever... meditated every day?"

Constantine suddenly coughed violently, the hand supporting his body softened, and he fell to the ground again. He lay on the ground panting, stretched out his right hand, holding a beautiful dark black nail leaf in his palm, decorated with the gold and green patterns that Effier was familiar with.

Aiffel stood quietly with her head lowered, looking at Constantine who had fallen into a coma, with no expression on her beautiful and pure face.

She thought for a long time, and finally took the delicate dagger with the cold light dancing in her hand back into her arms, and chanted the holy healing incantation instead.