Standing on the balcony of the moving golden villa he chose, Diro Pova, holding a cup of clear water in her hand, watched the strange-style jet ship leave, of course, feeling Don Quixote's gaze
She waved her hand intently until Don Quixote and others disappeared, and a slightly strange smile appeared on her face. There was no good thing about pie falling from the sky. If so, it would be a trap.
So this woman is Apollo Ding, who just used divine power to disguise herself. Her name also happened to be the transliteration of Apollo Ding, which is also the opposite, which is also considered a bad taste of Apollo Ding.
"It seems that my father's record is really correct at all," just as Don Quixote accompanied her to choose a villa, she glanced around with her 'psychic energy' and took this opportunity to observe the airship.
Basically, this man is a guy wrapped in a woman. Of course, judging from his behavior, this is not his original intention. It is probably because of his innate soul attributes, but this is for Apollo
.Ding is a good thing. This man obviously likes being surrounded by women. Even if he doesn't do anything to those women, he won't feel strange because a strange woman at first had a special affection for him.
It's.
Also, the reason why Apollo Ding said that he is a mage who likes and is good at soul-type magic is to be able to approach Don Quixote's soul legitimately in the future, and then have a relationship that brings each other closer.
Helping him become a Dharma God is not a sudden thing. After all, a Dharma God has no reason to do everything he wants to help a strange man become a Dharma God. In addition to using the excuse of love, this is actually the most brainless
, the least explanation is the excuse you need. What reason do you say you need to fall in love with someone? Especially a guy like Don Quixote who has the power of rules in his soul.
Thinking of this, Apollo Ding took a sip of the water in the cup, then raised his hand and looked at the back of his hand that was kissed by Don Quixote, "In the future, I will gradually become aware of him."
It's natural to be very concerned. But before that, I'd better enjoy this strange "love" first."
Obviously, although Apollo, who was invaded by the fragments of Don Quixote's soul, can ignore that 'temptation' by her own will, in fact, Don Quixote's soul is like a dew, and she is more like a
A woman who relies on her perseverance to prevent herself from taking drugs still suffers to some extent mentally. Now she has suddenly relapsed and has a refreshing feeling from her bones to her soul...
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"Ba~ba~ba~ba~ba~"
Don Quixote, who was lying on the bed, was enjoying the 'massage' of Chara Qin. "You picked up another Dharma God casually, and you are so lucky. Dear."
"Well... I'm so tired today, it's better for you." Don Quixote, who was squinting his eyes, kept stroking Chara Qin's snow-white thighs riding on his back with one hand.
"Didn't you tell me? I have more than 30 mistresses outside, and this is one of them."
"Pooh!"
"Okay, stop making trouble," Don Quixote gently pinched Charia's little feet with one hand, "In short, we must be careful about this woman, but we don't have to care too much about her, our strength has reached
If she hadn't really thought about this, no one could force her to do anything. I think you, who are of this level, should have understood it."
"Didn't it be difficult for the gods to maintain their will? They will be assimilated by the power of the magic goddess' faith into a existence similar to the goddess's clone, and become a terrible person who will not be interested in anything except for spells.
Exist." Kyle, who was lying on the other side of the bed, asked in confusion. "Although I took a look from afar, I felt that she looked normal and there was nothing strange about it."
"Isn't Rommel the same? Oh, hate it, don't scratch the soles of others' feet." Of course, this sentence was said to Don Quixote. As his wife, Chara Qin also knew her husband's hobbies, and she was particularly good at it.
I like to play with women's feet because this matter has been ridiculed by these two women. However, Don Quixote is as thick-skinned as a wall of sighs. No matter how you say it, he is still playing with his own.
.
"This is also the only place where I have some doubts," Don Quixote ignored Chara. Qin continued to play with her little feet, so that Chara. Qin lost her balance and threw herself on Kyle.
Fortunately, both of them are very strong and there are no accidents.
"Then why don't you ask her?" Chara Qin took her feet back in annoyance, and then was pulled back by Don Quixote...
"I thought about it. Just now when I thought about it, I heard some strange sounds in her room... But calculating the time, it should be over."
“…”
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"This bastard," after Don Quixote left, Chara Qin decisively scratched her feet to relieve the itch, "Every time I know to bully me, I never bully you Sister Kyle, no! I want it!
Revenge on him, I'm going to sleep with his woman!!"
Looking at Xia Ya Qin who was rushing towards him, a hint of blush flashed across Kyle's face. Obviously she was still not used to being given to women. "Wait," Kyle knew that she could not fight Xia Ya Qin's Kyle immediately disarmed.
He threw a gun, "Qin, ah~~I'll tell you a secret, you~~~."
"What's the secret?" Xia Ya, who took his mouth away from Kyle's chest, kissed Kyle's face with a smirk, "Tell me, look..."
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"Crazy~~" Compared to the bright lights of Don Quixote's house, the Ji Shen Rommel's house seemed much darker, giving people a very quiet feeling. He was wearing wide pajamas and had a red face. He did not have Rommel's face.
Avoiding Don Quixote, she poured him a glass of water, and then she sat back on the sofa, "Is there anything I need to ask me for so late?"
"Where is Ms. Angela?"
"Sleeping," Rommel was not embarrassed at all, "and did some exercise before going to bed. She was a little tired."
"Ha. I'm asleep. That's right, let's go have an affair."
"Bang!" Naturally, at Rommel's home, Don Quixote said this, and it was obviously not Rommel's **, but a huge pillow.
"Just, kidding...what do you think of that woman?" Don Quixote picked up the cup of some warm tea and took a small sip.
"That Diro Pova? It's strange," the warm room made Rommel not mind the two calves she exposed. "I feel like she is a little dangerous, but she has no relationship with us, and I really want to be on the sixth.
If the ring is not good, it won’t be so swaying. I think I should really be willing to do this.”
"It's similar to what I think, so, I came here this time mainly to ask you, how do you, people like you who have integrated the divine nature of the true God avoid being assimilated by the divine nature of the true God? Whether it's you or that Diro.
The kids seem to have a very independent consciousness.”
"How could you be interested in this question?"
"I want to know, you are a special example. Or can every Dharma God, the Eternal Knight King, do this. If you are special, then it can prove that one thing is that the woman has a problem to a large extent.
Yes, since it is special, it will not be popular. If she reached that height in other ways, I might not be so careful, but her soul is like you, on the outermost edge.
The fire of souls, two people who ignore the rules of the world appear in the same place, which is not normal in itself. I have a good reason to suspect that she may be related to "Lantes", otherwise, the powerful people from ancient times would not be
You need to use other means to reach the strength level of the first column."
"It was not because of this problem that they did not choose to be the God of Dharma and the Eternal Knights in ancient times," Rommel raised his leg and stepped on the sofa, lit a cigarette for himself, and didn't care that he would be dormant if he would be like this.
Jote saw his vague 'fat', "but a question of faith. The true gods of that era were not as powerful as they are now, and people were far from the firm beliefs they are now, because the true gods appeared not long ago, and what people would rather believe are
Own."
Obviously, the information Don Quixote learned was changed again, but he did not have too different. After all, it is normal for things like the oral teachings of the Feren world to have some deviations, "In other words, the God of Dharma and the Eternal Knight
Can the king really achieve the point where he will not be assimilated by the true god's divine nature through some means?"
"Aren't you always curious, why Angela is just an ordinary woman, without any ability, but she can accompany me for nearly a thousand years without aging? Also, don't you think I am like a pure sun god believer?
Yes, although I believe in the goddess Apollo, in fact, my faith is far from meeting that requirement."
"Ms. Angela?" Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly, "What does this matter?"
"Transfer of faith," Rommel was the first time he saw a hint of confusion on his face, so he was quite proud. After all, he always felt stupid in front of him.
, This time I was so angry.
"I am the one who has integrated the divine nature, but because the will of the true God contained in the divine nature and the pure power of faith received through the divine nature were transferred by me to Angela, and under the wrapping of the power of faith,
Her time has also stopped."
"But, Ms. Angela seems to be normal, except for less talk..."
"In this world," Rommel spat a mouthful of smoke at Don Quixote, "There is a kind of person who looks extremely holy in nature, giving people a feeling of being far away from the world, and their souls will not be exposed to the outside world.
In the influence and deception of things, even the power of faith of the true God, they can still maintain their own independent will."
"Are you praising me?" Don Quixote sensitively captured the two keywords of not being affected by external factors and bewitching. He thought of his soul in a moment, and he asked the same question.
It proved that Don Quixote believed in this woman very much and even told her part of the secrets of her soul, such as not being able to be controlled by any spell secrets.
"Hissergeant Don Quixote," Rommel's eyes were filled with a deep contempt, "Please pay attention to what I said before, extremely holy, far away from the world, and, 'they' are not 'they',"
Obviously, in Germanic grammar, the pronunciation of synonyms for describing men and women is also different.
"Ha," Don Quixote couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that he was a little too sensitive, but he still developed a strong interest in this kind of soul that was very similar to himself. "The wise Ms. Rommel, I wish to hear it.
detailed."
"Hmph~" Rommel, who had finally defeated Don Quixote once, seemed a little proud, but when he thought that Don Quixote's soul was actually more special, and Angela's soul was nothing in front of him.
I was a little discouraged and could only snort, because although there were few people like Angela, I could always find a few. Unfortunately, I saw a soul like Don Quixote after living for more than a thousand years.
This time, there is no need to say who is stronger or weaker.
"Angela is a person who lives in his own world, just like..."
Looking at Rommel who had not said a word for a long time, Don Quixote sighed, put down the teacup in his hand, and waved his hand and created an illusion on the coffee table. A small sitting on a chair appeared on the table.
A person, who looks like Angela, has a lonely and lonely expression, and there is a spotlight above her head, but it only illuminates her feet and the small area around her, as if it divides the world into two parts, "I want to
What you mean is that things outside the light cannot enter Angela's heart without Angela's consent, right?" (To be continued...)
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