Chapter 229 Asharuya's thoughts, going to the Holy City to raise the pine crane
Parthenon.
Asharuya Saint Temple.
The bright moonlight shines through the carved window lattices, casting a silver glow on the hall.
Asharuya leaned against the window, her slender fingers unconsciously stroking the screen of her mobile phone.
Half a year has passed, and the familiar contact on the screen has never lit up.
"Where have you been?" she whispered softly, the moonlight casting a faint sadness on her beautiful profile.
The eyes that used to be lively were now dull and lifeless, and the long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the cheeks.
Sudden--
Ding-ling-ling~
The long-lost bell sounded particularly clear in the silent hall.
Asharuya shuddered and grabbed her phone almost instinctively.
When the name she had been thinking about day and night jumped into her eyes, her red lips parted slightly, and a smile of surprise bloomed involuntarily.
"Hello?" She tried to keep her tone calm.
"Fox, it's me."
A familiar voice came through the receiver, sounding a bit tired, but it still made her heart tremble.
The grievances that had been pent up for half a year suddenly flooded my heart, and a pang of bitterness rose at the tip of my nose.
"So you're not dead yet." She said in a cold tone.
"Do you really want me to die?" There was a hint of doting smile hidden in Wang Feng's helpless voice.
These words completely shattered Asharuya's last line of defense.
"Of course!" She suddenly raised her voice, "For six whole months, you haven't even given me any news."
His voice gradually lowered, choking a little, "Do you know how I've been living these past six months?"
Crystal clear tears finally burst out and rolled down her delicate cheeks.
Under the moonlight, the teardrop reflected tiny rays of light and finally fell on the mobile phone she was holding tightly, splashing a tiny splash of water.
"Feel sorry."
A low and gentle voice suddenly sounded behind her, and Asharuya's body trembled - this voice did not come from the phone, but was very close!
She slowly put down her phone and turned around. The moonlight outlined that familiar figure. Wang Feng leaned against the door frame, a gentle smile on his lips, but his eyes were filled with heartache.
"How could you..." Asharuya wiped her tears in panic, but the crystal tears were like pearls with a broken string, and no matter how she wiped them away, she couldn't stop them.
Wang Feng strode forward and hugged her in his arms.
His slender fingers gently stroked her wet cheek: "It's not that I don't want to contact you, it's just that I haven't been in this world for the past six months."
"Not in this world?" Asharuya raised her tearful face, tiny tears hanging on her long eyelashes.
Wang Feng held her face and succinctly recounted his adventure of time travel.
As he spoke, the tears in Asharuya's eyes were gradually replaced by curiosity and amazement, and her violet eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
"So, you are God now?" She opened her red lips slightly, revealing a rare cute expression.
"That's right," Wang Feng smiled and scratched her nose. "Magic, the Holy City, the Angels, they were all my work. So, your man is amazing, isn't he?"
"Hmm~" Asharuya nodded lightly.
The usually shrewd and capable saint was completely gone at this moment. Instead, she looked like a girl seeing her idol, with a pure light shining in her eyes.
Wang Feng couldn't help but smile, but his eyes were inadvertently attracted by her current outfit——
In the moonlight, a dark purple silk suspender nightgown outlines her graceful curves.
The waterfall-like black hair falls freely, flowing down the snow-white back.
The delicate collarbone shone like pearls in the moonlight.
The deep V-neckline of the nightgown and the faintly visible cleavage seemed to have some kind of magic, which made Wang Feng's eyes unconsciously immersed in it.
"Does it look good?"
Noticing his fiery gaze, Asharuya did not hide. Instead, she slightly straightened her chest and raised a cunning arc at the corner of her mouth.
Wang Feng's eyes suddenly turned deep, and his fingertips slowly moved along Asharuya's slender neck, causing a slight shudder.
"As you wish."
His low voice carried a dangerous magnetism, and he suddenly lifted the person in his arms and held him horizontally.
Asharuya felt the world spinning, and the next second she fell into the soft cloud quilt.
The waterfall of black hair spread out on the snow-white sheets, like a blooming black mandala.
She stretched out her arms, her eyes filled with tears:
"I miss you, Wang Feng~"
The ending tone had a seductive tremor and was particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.
The moonlight shines through the gauze curtain, casting a hazy halo on the overlapping figures.
…
The next morning.
A few rays of morning light leaked in through the gauze curtains. Ashariya curled up in the brocade quilt, and the lingering crimson marks on her snow-white skin were faintly visible in the golden light.
"Well, sleep a little longer," she murmured vaguely, with a satisfied and lazy tone at the end.
Wang Feng chuckled and leaned over, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive ear tips: "Little fox, it's time to get up."
Seeing that her eyelashes trembled but she refused to open her eyes, he added, "I should leave."
"So soon?"
Asharuya woke up instantly, and when she stood up, the quilt slipped off, revealing her shoulders and neck covered with ambiguous marks.
"That old man Songhe is able to live for another six months. It's already a great blessing from heaven."
"not to mention--"
"It's time to retrieve the things I stored in the Holy City."
…
The holy city stands at the western end of the Alps.
This city, jointly controlled by the Holy Court and the Court of Inquisition, has established laws that must be followed by all mages in the world.
But strangely, these two institutions are rarely mentioned in the classics.
They are like invisible manipulators, independent of the Magic Association system.
Neither interfere in specific affairs nor participate in any power struggles.
It is just to maintain order in the world and eliminate destabilizing factors.
Wang Feng stepped through the city gate and his eyes swept over this holy place of mankind built according to his will.
“It’s quite prosperous.”
Wang Feng looked down at the address given by Asharuya.
"Let's go get Songhe first, and then collect the power of faith."
After crossing several streets, he came to a cafe and B&B.
When I pushed the door open, the wind chimes on the door made a crisp sound.
"Welcome light." Michael raised his head from behind the counter, but suddenly froze in the middle of his words, his face turning pale in an instant.
"How could it be you!" His eyes were filled with shock, resentment and confusion.
"Songhe, where is he?" Wang Feng didn't bother to talk nonsense and asked directly.
"What do you want to do?" Michael gnashed his teeth and said, "This is the Holy City, the headquarters of the angels! How dare you, a heretic?"
"Heretic? Who dares to call me a heretic?" Wang Feng laughed contemptuously, "I am a member of the Angel Sequence."
At this moment, the curtain in the inner room was suddenly lifted.
"John, we're running out of No. 2 coffee beans. Have you restocked them?"
Songhe came out holding a bag of coffee beans, his gray hair standing up in a mess.
When he looked up and saw Wang Feng's half-smile, the bag in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.
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ps: Chapter 2 is still being coded, it will take a few minutes
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