Chapter Thirty-Five: A Hug from the Lady and the Darkin
There are currently three known dark descendants, but in fact, there are more than three.
——"Shurima Epic: Betrayer||:Darkspawn"
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"What is that look of yours; my little Aslan?"
Although he was the most angry, his eyes did not mean any blame at all.
On the contrary, it feels like pulling back and forth and making innuendoes.
She squinted her eyes, hiding her thoughts from Aslan. After arranging her clothes, she crossed her arms and spoke like a bud trembling in the wind. Her whole body looked timid.
So pitiful.
For her, or for the priests of the Black Rose, a mature woman who is proficient in the art of talking between people, any of her actions, tone, and demeanor have the power to arouse people's desires.
They are good at using and giving full play to their own advantages, and at the same time enjoy the fun of loving and being loved in the process of pulling.
"Uh, I thought..."
Aslan turned around and found that LeBlanc had already tidied up his clothes. The touch just now was silky and smooth, and there seemed to be a fragrant fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose. The beautiful feeling was intoxicating.
"What do you think you are, you brat with evil intentions!"
LeBlanc glanced at Aslan again. Aslan was now standing in front of her. She couldn't help but tremble at the close distance. She smiled softly, her soft mouth corners shining brightly under the moonlight, and her lips
As if smeared with honey, the beautiful eyes settled down at this moment, without any extra emotion, they just looked quietly.
However, because of her height, she still had to hold her head up slightly when looking at Aslan. Although this was not the first time for such a close contact, LeBlanc still pretended to have panicked and confused eyes, and her charming face was so embarrassed.
It looks like water droplets dripping out.
Such a gentle demeanor has huge lethality. She has tried it many times, but her little Aslan can't stand her pulling.
"Guess what I'm thinking about?" Aslan looked at LeBlanc with a teasing smile on his face.
As long as you lower your head slightly, you can see the mature scenery of the lady in front of you. It is obvious that she has fallen into a certain emotion because of her words at the moment. She doesn't know what she is thinking, or what she is looking forward to.
"you……"
LeBlanc wanted to speak again, but she felt Aslan's admiring gaze, and then pretended to utter a exclamation, her raised eyes full of shame and anger.
"Your charm makes me want to climb the heights irresistibly."
Aslan pressed LeBlanc's shoulders and looked at her with extremely serious eyes. His eyes went down the long skirt that covered her round buttocks. He saw a pair of beautiful legs wrapped in silky black stockings, as well as her sexy legs.
Human silver high heels.
Seeing Aslan looking at herself, LeBlanc tilted her head slightly, slightly avoiding his aggressive gaze, "I'm not one of those ignorant girls who will be deceived by sweet words, you brat!"
"I know, so I decided to prove it with actions."
Aslan lowered his head, and there was a warm fragrance in his arms. There was also a beautiful scenery right in front of him, and the mature fragrance was constantly teasing.
Although LeBlanc is not as plump as expected, she is definitely above average, and has not declined with her age. She still stands upright with a perfect posture, like a finely crafted work of art.
"You just said Cassiopeia, what happened to her? No, I mean, how did you..."
"While you were looking at me, you actually asked about another person?" LeBlanc pretended to be shy: "Are you concerned about Cassiopeia, or are you concerned about me?"
"She is my fiancée, so I still need to pay proper attention to her," As replied.
"You brat." LeBlanc looked at Aslan, pretending to be so angry that she couldn't help but gasp, "When you have someone, you forget how good I am to you."
"How could it be? You will always be the most special in my heart."
After Aslan finished speaking, he looked at her. The lady in front of him seemed to be ready.
The incense that had been lit in the room filled the air with an intoxicating fragrance. A trace slowly expanded on her black lace pajamas. The lovesick red bean stood in the middle of the moist lake.
, pouring out her feelings just like her master.
LeBlanc felt that her soul was being led into the abyss, and the last bit of persistence and reason in her heart was constantly being taken away. The heavy rain poured down, and she tried hard to let the boat get contented in the storm.
She felt so moved, and desperately wanted to get this last bit of comfort from Aslan, but because of such actions, she became more and more powerless, until finally she completely collapsed in his arms.
"Aslan..." LeBlanc's tone was unusually soft, "Something happened to Cassiopeia."
"Well, what's wrong?"
Aslan looked at LeBlanc quietly, stroking the mountains and valleys with his silk handkerchief. This action made the lady in his arms breathe rapidly and her tone of voice continued to rise and fall.
"I heard from Mrs. Soleana that after she came back from Shurima, she started to have headaches and brain fever, and she kept talking nonsense, but her physical characteristics were normal. I found traces of a snake bite on the side of her neck. At first
I thought she was poisoned."
Speaking of this, LeBlanc paused, "I checked the information about the owner of the tomb in the ancient cemetery, and thought that she was poisoned by the Golden Snake and fell into some kind of illusion. But as time went by, I
I found that this is not the case..."
"Golden Snake? A product of palace conspiracy cultivated by ancient Shurima witchcraft. The snake venom can induce hallucinations and make people fall into illusions, and the detoxification method is very special."
With ups and downs in her tone, LeBlanc finally explained the reason to Aslan intermittently.
"Snake?" Aslan stopped, which made LeBlanc, who was used to his rhythm, twist her waist subconsciously, "You mean Cassiopeia was bitten by a snake when she was digging the ancient tomb?"
"Yes." LeBlanc nodded.
Aslan recalled.
In the original background, he remembered that Cassiopeia seemed to be bitten by Naganeka's statue, and then gained the power of Naganeka, roughly becoming a dark descendant, but not a real dark descendant.
She is a descendant, and her transformation does not seem to have experienced many twists and turns.
Thinking of this, he had an idea.
If the blood of the Frost Serpent that I need for my promotion is replaced by the blood of Cassiopeia Rui after she became a Darkin, will it increase the level and upper limit of my promotion by a big level?
Maybe you can even gain the power of the Darkin.
This idea sprouted crazily in Aslan's mind.
He wanted to ask Tonya to see if this idea was feasible.
"Aslan, are you listening to me?"
LeBlanc turned back, her long chestnut hair spread out like water under the moonlight, and her face was still blushing after the explosion. She looked at Aslan dissatisfied and asked.
"I am here, ma'am, and I think there is a better solution to Cassiopeia's matter."
"???"
LeBlanc paused slightly.
How do you feel about the rhythm, guys?
What a support.
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