"So what should we name our child? By the way, should the last name be Heath? But Ash said that this isn't his real last name, his first name is just Ash... Should he take our last name? Or should he just be Ash?"

"If we are already gods by then, should we raise our children in the human world or in heaven?"

"Speaking of which, what should I call my child Sword Princess?"

Diya was daydreaming about the future with great interest. Ash and Sonia looked at each other, neither of them could do anything about the witch with such unfocused thoughts.

"ah!"

"What's wrong?"

"If we have a child, won't your attention be further divided, Ash?" Diya nuzzled in Ash's arms, muttering, "Now that I think about it, I'd better not have a baby... No, even if I don't want Jian Ji and the others might want one... In other words, Ash's love will be snatched away by our future child sooner or later?"

Sonia looked up and stared at Ash. She was also very curious about how Ash would respond.

"I don't like everyone's children." Ash didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It's because I like you that I like our children."

He spread his hands and said, "And no matter how many children I have in the future, you will always be my beloved daughter."

"Huh?" Sonia blinked.

"Ah?" The witch looked up at Ash.

Ash immediately covered his mouth and shook his head wildly, with an expression of "It's not that I didn't say goodbye" as if the person who spoke just now was not him, but some evil fallen soul possessed by a witch.

"Say it again." The witch rode on him, her eyes bright and full of expectation: "Can you say it again?"

"I just said this to Liz who was sleeping, don't misunderstand me."

"I didn't misunderstand. I know you were talking to Liz. Then please say it again. I like to hear you coax Liz."

"don't want!"

"You don't know what's good for you. You're committing an even greater crime of disobeying the Queen!" The witch looked down at Ash and said, "I understand. You must have been too relaxed to speak your mind. So I just need to make you more relaxed... It turns out that one hour won't be enough to tap into your full potential!"

She went over and picked up the miracle bracelet on the bedside table and contacted Weisser: "Silver Lantern, I need to add extra time!"

"Can't."

The sound did not come from the halo, but from the room. In the dim room, silver light gathered and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a bride and fell down, landing accurately on the fixed seat where the Sword Witch had just sat.

Sonia was stunned.

Diya was dumbfounded.

Ash didn't dare to move.

The spirit's body glowed with a silver light like a breathing lamp. She maintained her duck-like sitting posture, her body trembling as if she had been electrocuted. After several seconds, she took a deep breath, her throat gurgled, and slowly said, "It's a bit... beyond imagination."

"I lost." Diya was convinced: "I was just leaving for a while, and you took my place!"

Why do you guys make it sound like you're fighting for a spot in an internet cafe...

Ash took Weisser's hands and said, "Silver Lantern, good evening."

"Good evening." She nodded slightly, glanced at the Sword Girl and the Witch, and suddenly hooked her finger to lift up their skirts.

Sonia's face turned red with anger, covering her skirt, and she said angrily: "You all want to confirm it, right?"

"After all, Sword Princess, you have treasured it for so long, and suddenly you are willing to share it..." Weisser said seriously: "I actually thought about whether this was a honey trap. For example, when we were unable to move, you suddenly jumped up and gave us the most dreamy death..."

"Now that I think of it," Diya suddenly said, "When I made puffs for the first time, I seemed to feel a chill..."

Sonia blinked and turned her head away from their sight. "I haven't thought about it that way."

Ash and Diya felt a chill on the back of their necks at the same time. It turned out that the past hour was truly a miracle. They seemed to have brushed shoulders with death, and might even have given him shoulder periarthritis.

"It's great that you can accept the witch, Sword Princess." Instead of getting up, Weisser slowly leaned down, the silver light on her body getting brighter and brighter, and the trembling became more and more intense. "Then I will be at ease to fulfill the extra obligations I need to bear as Ash's god."

"I always feel like you're mocking me..." Ash was gagged halfway through his complaint.

The magician and the spirit embraced each other, while Sonia and Diya stood on both sides and watched this cross-border entanglement, their skins turning soft pink. Among the four of them, only Weisser could compete with Ash in kissing, followed by Sonia. As for Weiss and Diya, they were basically silver-level newbies who collapsed at the first touch and were led by others the whole time.

Therefore, the confrontation between Ash and Visser is also the most beautiful scene, just like two pythons that are entangled with each other but are so slippery that it is hard to tell who will win.

When their lips parted, a ray of silver light extended from Weisser's lips into Ash's body, quickly forming veins like blood vessels, spreading throughout Ash's soul and body.

Ash felt the heat surging from his limbs and bones: "This is..."

"Comprehensive strengthening miracle." Weisser wiped the corner of her mouth: "The grace of a cat, the strength of a bear, the burst of a leopard... Although the bonus is not much compared to your own qualities, it is better than nothing. However, the greatest effect of this miracle is to fully restore your physical strength, and according to the physical strength you have just consumed, it will increase the strength of your Qi and blood. In other words, the more tired you were just now, the more excited you will be now."

Diya's eyes lit up: "Yes, we can also use miracles to enhance the experience!"

"I have been researching this miracle for a long time, and I have only recently perfected it." Weisser smiled slightly: "If I am lucky, based on the test results tonight, I may be able to get involved in the field of life and greatly increase your probability of fertility."

Ash blinked, looking confused: "But can the Silver Lantern Spirit be related to the realm of life?"

"Yes." Weisser grabbed Ash's hands and took off her bride from the front. Her two plump breasts pressed down Ash's palms, "Because I am not only your silver lamp..."

She bit Ash's ear and whispered, "It's also your Ren Lantern."

Ash felt like his brain was almost shutting down and his whole body seemed to be boiling with blood. When he wanted to turn around, he was held down by Weisser.

He looked at Weisser in confusion, and Weisser smiled and said, "Have you forgotten that I am your lover, so you don't have to move, just leave everything to me. You must be tired after serving the Sword Princess Witch, now it's my turn to serve you--"

"don't want."

The magician turned around and pressed the god underneath him. His whole body was burning hot and his breathing was scorching, but his eyes were unusually bright.

"Tonight is our first night," he stared down at Weisser, "How can a magician obey the control of the gods?"

Weisser blinked, and a faint blush appeared on her silvery white face. She seemed to melt into a pool of water, and her eyes were full of charm: "Tough Ash... is also very good."

But Ash still had a question: "By the way, Silver Lantern, why is your body always glowing?"

"Because the Silver Lamp Spirit is a spirit that always shines. I didn't shine before because I suppressed it on purpose. When I lost control, the Silver Lamp that symbolizes the nature of the spirit will naturally light up, so..."

"Ash, if you want to control the gods," Weisser hugged Ash tightly and whispered softly, "Don't let my light go out."

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There is calligraphy in the world of sorcerers, for example, the cursive calligraphy commonly used in ancient witchcraft also requires grinding ink first, then using a thick brush to dip in ink, and the thick ink spreads on the silver-white paper. When writing, the force penetrates the back of the paper, and the writing is vigorous and powerful, free and easy. The strokes need to be sometimes shallow and sometimes deep, and the last stroke must be thick and colorful. Only in this way can a good calligraphy that touches the soul be written.