"This is really interesting. Well, how should I put it? I really want to see the little dirty movie where Triss refuses and welcomes her!" Snow used the character of White Horse and Fei Ma to cast his eyes on Triss, and soon he
I figured out her current state.
Although the XP system reacted and the bad taste system also launched a referendum, Snow's rationality still completed a veto.
Triss's witch potion should have been almost digested. As long as she is given the formula, she will soon become a Sequence Six combat power. Even if the functionality of the witch is not considered, in terms of combat power alone, her existence is enough.
It's precious.
If she is allowed to be [ahem~~] now, the previous investment may be completely wasted.
Without hesitation, Snow immediately used the source material to strengthen the consciousness projection ability of Pavlov's dog (similar to Mr. Ke's paper angel). With the blessing of endless spirituality, his consciousness crossed thousands of miles and was projected on the special place.
On Liz.
…
Triss, who had just finished praying, waited quietly, and then slowly moved from hope to despair. Although it was only a short blank, she began to worry about whether the great being would respond to her.
Moreover, even if you do respond, what can you do?
Give yourself great power?
Or should he just send a demigod to help him get out of trouble?
Although she didn't really want to belittle herself, Triss knew very well that she didn't have that kind of value.
However, just as he was struggling and hesitating, waiting for the final judgment, her body suddenly started to move.
"The restraints are lifted?" Triss felt happy, but the next moment she realized something was wrong.
The feeling of being restrained by spider silk still existed, but her body seemed to ignore this restraint and started to move spontaneously, as if... some force was controlling her body?
"Is this... the power of that great being?" She felt her own spirituality pouring out crazily, but new spirituality was constantly injected into her body. Under the influence of some extraordinary power that was difficult for her to understand, she
Her body gradually disappeared, and then, the spider threads that bound her slipped from her body.
No, it didn't slip down, but passed through. When Triss left the position where she was bound, the spider threads were still suspended in mid-air, as if they were still binding an invisible her.
"Wait, why can I see those spider silks?"
Such a question popped up in Triss's mind, but she was quickly dismissed by herself. After all, a great being had descended on her now, and it seemed that there was nothing strange about seeing spider silk.
Just when Triss was thinking wildly, her body moved again, and the exquisite evening dress skirt was easily torn to pieces by her, leaving only the length that just blocked her private parts to avoid affecting her movements.
A large amount of spirituality was lost once again. At this time, Triss inexplicably remembered the reservoir problem mentioned in the mathematics textbook compiled by Emperor Russell. She felt that she was now like that poor reservoir, with water constantly flowing out.
, and water kept coming in.
These flowing spirits operated in a way that Triss couldn't understand, forming an extraordinary ability that she didn't understand the specific function of. Then, Triss's body suddenly started to move.
After gaining that special vision, Triss could clearly see the dense cobwebs in the room. She had no doubt that as soon as she touched one, Mrs. Sharon would react immediately.
But her body moves very decisively, and her body performs gymnastics-like movements one after another, such as big jumps, splits, and mid-air turns. Even though Triss has gone through the assassin stage, her joints are soft and strong.
Completing this series of difficult movements without warming up made her feel sore all over.
Triss felt that the being attached to her body seemed to regard her body as a toy that was not easy to break. Although there were places where it could be passed more safely, it insisted on assuming various extreme postures.
Fortunately, the bedroom was not too big after all. After less than a minute of restricted gymnastics, Triss, who had done the splits more than a dozen times, finally came to the window.
"How are we going to get out next?" Triss looked at the spider threads spreading out of the window and had given up thinking. Anyway, it must be something very exaggerated...
"Eh?"
Before Tris could finish her thoughts, her body suddenly took two steps to the left, and then gently pushed against the wall.
It was obviously a solid wall, but at this moment it was like a phantom. In the blink of an eye, Triss felt the air beneath her feet.
"Are you able to move?" Triss stared blankly at her body falling, unable to react for a moment. Fortunately, the height of only two floors was not a problem for the assassin's body, even if Triss was covered with blood.
Sour and soft, he also easily completed a silent landing.
Triss wanted to complain, but she was worried about offending that great being, so she had to use her ability to hide herself and start to leave the mansion at full speed.
The backhand that Mrs. Sharon had left on her before had disappeared at this time, and was replaced by a word that came to her mind -
"Backlund."
"Do you want me to go to Backlund next?" There was a hint of bitterness on Triss's round face, but she knew that she had no choice.
Although the power controlling her body had faded, she could clearly feel that there was still a faint consciousness in her consciousness. Although the other party did not give any instructions, it existed there.
Triss didn't even dare to test it, because even if it could be easily removed, how could she possibly escape after being noticed by a hidden existence?
Since you have chosen to pray for your own male dignity, you can only go all the way.
Fortunately, this great being seems to be quite peaceful?
At least she didn't turn directly into a madman like those unlucky people who prayed to evil gods in legends.
Although she only had a tattered evening gown that would be exposed if she moved a little too much, for a former assassin, having no money in her pocket and taking the train were not contradictory. Knowing that Tingen could not stay long, she quickly took the train.
We got on the train and headed towards the legendary capital of Mandu.
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"Good guy, it's really tiring to play the fully immersive Assassin's Creed!" Snow, who had regained most of his consciousness, wiped the non-existent beads of sweat on his forehead, with a look of pleasure on his face.
Reaching out and pouring the still warm milk into his mouth, Snow prayed to Mr. Fool before going to bed as usual, and then fell into a deep sleep like a baby...
