Chapter 385: The Fiancée Loses Her Virginity (Super Long Chapter)

The Valkyrie's rolling eyes made Ron a little strange. Why did this woman glare at him?

Speaking of which, Arianna is really a tough person. Ron naturally did not see the scene of lava bathing with his own eyes. This was something he dug out from the background when he played the game.

It is said that after Arianna reached the peak of the legendary level, she was unable to continue to improve her own strength, so she simply immersed her body in magma and used the burning magma to temper her flesh.

It is said to be a bath, but in fact it is practicing.

But beauty is beauty.

That slightly fierce face, with a roll of the eyes, actually revealed a bit of charm and a little more enchantment.

The shy and timid look on the Valkyrie's face made her look even more charming.

Ron's consciousness was in a trance for a short time. He coughed hard, retracted his gaze, and calmed down again: "I want to know why you became a believer of the Star God Selma..."

"If what I spied on you is correct, you should be an absolutely devout follower of Ostara, right?"

Arianna looked at Ron in surprise. She gradually realized that although this prophet knew a lot of important things, he was not omniscient. But was it important that she bathed in the lava? Her cheeks became even redder.

Valkyrie is shy.

Her mind was a little confused.

In fact, with Arianna's strength and practice, she would never be so confused in her heart just because of a few words, but there was no way. Arianna's life could be said to be quite... um, lonely? In the past 27 years of Arianna's life, she spent the first 20 years practicing hard, and the last seven years following Dolores. It's not that she doesn't know men, but her personality is a little simple. She rarely communicates with others on weekdays, let alone men.

In the Kingdom of Granville, although everyone knew that there was a Valkyrie, there were definitely few people who had actually seen her.

Now, suddenly faced with someone like Ron, she didn't know how to respond. Although Ron looked serious, the words he said always felt like he was teasing her.

Feeling annoyed, she glared at Ron with anger.

Ron was confused. Why did this Valkyrie like to stare at people so much? Why didn't he notice that she had this habit in the game? After all, Arianna was more shameless. This was not the time to fight. She didn't dare to keep her eyes on a man for too long. With her eyelids drooped, she didn't rush to answer Ron's question. Instead, she asked, "Sir, how did you know that I'm a believer of the Star God Selma?"

Although Ron was a prophet, there had to be a reason for everything, right? She was usually very cautious about her every move, fearing that she would accidentally reveal any flaws, but even so, Ron still saw through her. This was a loophole. She had to be careful after asking clearly.

Ron didn't hide too much, and spread his hands: "You have the same mask on your face as Selma."

Arianna's pupils shrank slightly. Ron's words revealed a very important message, that is, he had seen the Star God Selma and knew that the Star God also had a silver-white mask on his face.

The slender neck moved slightly, and Arianna swallowed silently. She had no idea what her mood was at the moment. She only felt waves roaring in her chest, which lasted for a long time.

She might be the last believer of Star God in the world, but even so, apart from knowing his name and title, she has no idea of ​​his image.

But Ron knew that he...had seen the Star God.

Could it be that the prophet in front of him is also a believer of the star god Selma?

For a moment, Arianna's mind was filled with many thoughts and confusion. After a long time, she suddenly realized that Ron had been staring at her. Then she realized that she had lost her composure. Her cheeks flushed slightly. She quickly suppressed the confusion in her heart, cleared her throat, and replied: "Sir, you are right. I am indeed a devout believer of the Goddess of Dawn."

"But, when I was twelve years old, during a practice, I tried to peek into the starry sky."

The corners of Ron's mouth twitched slightly. She was worthy of being a Valkyrie. She dared to peek into the starry sky at the age of twelve. In this world full of mysterious powers, trying to explore the mysteries of the starry sky basically represented death and madness.

However, Arianna didn't feel that she had done anything remarkable at all. After a brief pause, she spoke again: "Since then, I have begun to hear some indescribable whispers in my ears."

"I tried to decipher what the whispers meant, but it was obviously not an easy task."

Ron couldn't help but interrupt: "Not crazy?"

"It'll be fine once you get through it."

The meaning is very clear. If you can get through it, everything will be fine. If you can't, you're doomed.

For a practitioner, everyone knows that those indescribable whispers often represent terror and despair. Trying to find out the true meaning of those whispers is almost like seeking death. However, the information contained in these whispers is also fascinating enough to make every occult enthusiast crazy and obsessed. Even if they know that it is the most terrible poison, they still enjoy it.

"It took me many years to finally decipher some of the information contained in the mumbling."

"Starry sky."

"The moment I deciphered these two words, I obtained the inheritance of the Star God Selma." Arianna placed a hand gently on her face: "This mask also appeared at that time, which means it has been five or six years now."

Ron nodded slightly, knowing in his heart that it was the Star God Selma who was interfering in this world.

Arianna slowly recounted everything that had happened to her. It was a long process. When the Valkyrie finally stopped, the sky was already turning pale. Her eyes fell on Ron again: "Sir, please tell me, what happened to this world?"

…

"Mrs. Deirdre, the weather is very nice today. The ice and snow have begun to melt, and the vegetation in the garden of the Nature's Heart Church has begun to sprout. I wonder if I would be honored to invite you to go outing with me? I believe that we will have a day full of memories."

Rezbul!

The capital of the Kingdom of Spang, which is also the headquarters of the Church of the Heart of Nature.

A young man wearing a silver-white robe dotted with gold thread extended an invitation to a noble lady in the most elegant manner.

Seen from behind, the young man was tall, straight and slender, handsome and elegant. However, when Mrs. Deirdre, who was elegant and dignified in pure white fur, saw the young man's face, she only felt a violent wriggling in her chest and abdomen, and it seemed that the food she had eaten in the morning might be vomited out at any time.

The indescribable feeling of nausea made Mrs. Deirdre subconsciously distance herself from the young man.

Oh, Goddess of Nature.

Is this still Ashborn, the Holy Son of the Church of the Heart of Nature?

Look at that face.

It was like being soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid for a long time. There was almost no good skin on the face. There were traces of corrosion everywhere. Twisted scars were tangled together. The entire bridge of the nose and the tip of the nose had completely disappeared. Only two black holes were left in the place of the nose. Two centipede-like scars crawled on the mouth, making the lips look even more twisted. Even on the top of the head, there was not much good skin. The sparse hair could not cover the bumps on the top of the head.

Who could have thought that the once handsome and elegant Saint Son would become like this? No one knew what the Saint Son had experienced.

Looking at Ashburn's face, Mrs. Deirdre's neck was moving slightly. She had indeed had a night of pleasure with Ashburn once, and she admitted that it was indeed a wonderful experience.

After all, most men in the Spang Theocracy were strong and hairy, and there were very few men as handsome as Ashburn. Moreover, Ashburn had his own specially brewed potion, which made him look majestic and invincible in front of women.

Mrs. Deirdre could not forget the feeling of that night. After that, she invited Ashbourne several times, hoping to renew their relationship. Unfortunately, she was politely but ruthlessly rejected by Ashbourne every time.

Mrs. Deirdre thought that there was no chance between her and Ashburn. After all, she knew her situation. Although she had maintained herself quite well, she was still in her forties. Ashburn had so many beautiful young girls in their twenties around him that they had no time to waste on her. Maybe he just wanted to change his taste that night.

But who could have thought that after such a short period of time, Ashburn would actually take the initiative to invite me, and apart from feeling disgusted, I didn't have any other thoughts at all.

Just kidding, although Mrs. Deirdre may be famous for her sexiness, she is not completely picky about food.

Seeing the expectation in Ashburn's eyes, Deirdre wanted to say something like, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west; don't despise the poor in the middle-aged..."

Of course, if these words were spoken, it would mean a complete break between the two sides, and the relationship would not end until one side died.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Mrs. Deirdre was no fool. She suppressed her nausea and smiled, "My Lord, I'm so sorry. I've already made an appointment with Mrs. Hartley today, so I really don't have any extra time."

"By the way, you can invite the Saint Lady. As your fiancée, I believe Saint Lady Isabel will definitely not refuse your invitation."

"Of course, you can also invite the former Saint Kaya... After all, if you really count, she is also your fiancée."

Mrs. Deirdre smiled gently, bowed to Ashburn, and then turned and left without giving Ashburn a chance to stay, leaving Ashburn alone. He couldn't help but clench his hands tightly and his body was trembling.

Damn bitch.

A guy whom I had never looked down upon before now dares to reject me.

Even though similar things have been happening in front of Ashburn these days, it is still unbearable for him. His thoughts are becoming more and more twisted and crazy.

It's all that damn bastard's fault...

Roger!

Ashborn will never forget what he experienced in the Temple of Dusk.

He is the Holy Son of the Church of the Heart of Nature and the future Pope. He has noble blood, honorable status, powerful strength, and handsome appearance. It is as if all the graces of God are gathered on him, and everything he has is so enviable.

He originally had a bright future, but everything changed after his journey to the Twilight Temple.

Agnes was very beautiful.

The first time he saw the woman, he was attracted by her gentle face and plump figure, and he vowed to get that woman.

However, the woman was abducted by a loser named Roger.

In terms of identity, he was the Son of God, while Roger was just a casual cultivator; in terms of strength, he was a legend, while Roger was just a hero; in terms of appearance, he was handsome, while the other was just a rough muscle man... Ashburn seriously suspected that there might be some serious problems with Agnes's eyes, otherwise why would she choose Roger instead of himself? Well, let Agnes be abducted, after all, there are other beautiful women besides Agnes.

Although the orc blood looked dirty to Ashburn, she had to admit that the fox girl was indeed a being that displayed the charm of females to the extreme.

White Garden.

She was another woman who could be described as a beauty of national beauty.

Well, if he couldn't eat Agnes, it's not bad to eat Bai Yuan. He's not picky about food, as long as the girl is pretty.

But in the end, Bai Yuan didn't get to eat it.

If it were just this, he would just feel depressed at most, but his experience after entering the Temple of Dusk completely pushed him into the abyss.

Roger, that rude man who was only at the heroic level, showed a strength that made him despair. It was that hateful man who tore off his arm. It was that man who planted the most hateful poison in him, causing his body to rot, rot, rot...

Whenever he recalled the experiences of those days, Ashburne couldn't help but tremble. The feeling was like hell, and he definitely didn't want to experience it a second time.

In the end, it was his fiancée, Saint Isabel, who sacrificed her own life to get the antidote from Roger, and he finally had a chance to escape from hell and survive.

Whenever he thought about his fiancée, whom he hadn't even touched yet, being tasted by that bastard, his heart felt as if it was crawling with countless tiny bugs gnawing at it. It was uncomfortable and painful.

He woke up from nightmares countless times, in which Isabel and Roger would always appear in various postures.

That was his fiancée.

his!

His fiancée's loss of virginity is a nightmare that Ashburn will never be able to overcome.

Here are 4,000 words, and there will be more later.

(End of this chapter)