"This noble crown prince."

"Have you been planning to watch the fun here?"

When Wang Fangping was indecisive.

A mysterious and ethereal female voice suddenly rang in the darkness.

"Who?" Lux pressed his hand on the sword.

The eyes lock on the source of the sound.

It is a bonfire underground in the camp.

At this time, the flames became a human form, and the illusory light and shadow formed her body, showing her appearance as vast as a god, yet mature and charming, and depraved.

Her face looked like a beautiful woman in her twenties who was very young, noble, sacred, and sacred. Her body and dress were too mature. She raised her hands and feet and eyebrows and eyes and felt a seductive feeling that made people feel unnaturally reminded of a soft place where people can rest.

On the one hand, it is sacred and noble.

On the one hand, mature and charming.

On the one hand, it is extremely pure.

On the one hand, it makes people think of depravity.

Extreme contradiction.

It makes people feel a desire to conquer and ravage.

"This priest feels so keen."

The woman's voice is lazy.

It's like the spring in March.

It's like singing that song, come on, happy~ Anyway, there's a lot of time, the wind is in my heart.

"Ha." A sneer broke the atmosphere of spring.

The bitter cold swept away the feeling created.

The woman's expression couldn't help but stagnate.

But it was just a moment.

It will recover the next moment.

Her eyes looked at Wang Fangping with a burning smile and anger.

What I saw was a pair of dark and deep eyes that were endless, full of coldness and solemnity of war and death, and at the most obvious, there was a hint of mockery, like a serious and noble knight watching a prostitute posing on the roadside.

This feeling made her very bad.

It made her very unhappy.

She wanted to show her feelings.

The power of death in Wang Fangping's undead Bible moved without warning and transformed into a hand in the darkness.

Just stretch forward.

Death came in an instant.

Hand of Death.

Even if she is a god's agent, she feels a very powerful threat. This is the power of God. If there is no corresponding qualitative or quantitative force to compete, one can directly judge life and death.

"Okay, put away your trick." Wang Fangping pressed his hand: "This trick won't work for us."

“What do you want to get.”

“What goal is achieved.”

"Please show your substantial sincerity."

The woman stared at Wang Fangping.

It seems to be trying to see him clearly from the inside out.

The eyebrows and eyes under the forehead were slightly frowned.

Beauty and temperament are her most powerful weapons besides divine power, and even more powerful than divine power, but in front of this man, she is just a garbage that is disdainful.

Is this man a man?

Or one?

He is also an apostle of God.

A noble crown prince.

Those who can represent God walking underground and spread God's glory have their own superhuman points. You can understand it by thinking about it.

The light and shadow of the flames pound.

In an instant, the charm exuded by the woman disappeared without a trace, but it was replaced by a pitiful little girl next door that made people unable to help but want to take care of her. This woman really couldn't fully utilize the advantages of her gender body at all times.

The whole thing is "I have everything you want".

It's the next moment.

It’s not surprising that it feels like a woman in her first love.

The next moment.

The image of a woman changes again.

This time it was finally normal.

Wang Fangping smiled.

The hand of death dispersed silently.

He said as if nothing happened: "Who is this lady?"

“So moving and beautiful.”

"She should appear in the gorgeous halls of the noble princes."

"Why did you come to my simple countryside?"

The woman laughed and said, "Don't you know why I came here for the crown prince? Please put away this set."

"I am Sirira, the apostle of the God of Fire."

"Come here to ask for a crown prince."

"Strike to our common enemy orcs."

Wang Fangping said, "War will kill people."

Cialira thought that this was not good, so she refused to take action.

"The Crown Master may die more if he doesn't help."

“Whether it’s mine or yours.”

Wang Fangping said: "Can I regard your words as a threat? If this lady doesn't help, she is ready to spread my news to the orcs, causing us to suffer heavy losses?"

"How can it be said to be a threat?" Cialilla said with a smile: "This is just a possibility of the future." She left the sheepmen in the underground camp beside her, as if they were being besieged by orcs. In the end, the entire army was wiped out, which caused great losses to the orcs: "The future is full of uncertainty, and anything can happen."

"Of course, an extraordinary existence like the Crown Prince can influence the future direction to a certain extent as long as you are willing."

"You think?"

"How is it?"

Wang Fangping looked at the person under the command of the God of Fire who was being besieged in the light and shadow model in his hand: "There is also this possibility in the future."

"You made us suffer today."

"Then the possible losses that you God of Fire in the future will not only be these in Haswarau."

"Because you have another enemy since then."

"He will do whatever it takes."

"Let all those related to the God of Fire die."

"The sacred cause behind you will surely usher in unprecedented setbacks, and this future is also in your hands."

Xirila looked at Wang Fangping's eyes.

The divine light in the man's eyes was as sharp as a sword.

It was definitely not a joke to make her realize that this was definitely not a joke.

"Is this what you mean or the one behind the crown prince who doesn't know the great existence of his name?"

Wang Fangping said: "What I mean."

The voice paused: "It is what He means."

Suddenly, the woman burst into laughter: "This Crown Prince."
To be continued...