Andrey was so shocked by what he heard that it took him a long time to calm down.
After a while, she realized that her inquiry was in vain.
All he knew was that his new master had a very noble status, but he had no idea why or how.
Andrey gritted her teeth. She finally understood that this woman dressed as a maid and on the same path as herself was not a simple person.
Damn it, he actually teased her.
If this had happened in the past, if this low-sequence guy dared to tease him, she would have definitely refined him into a puppet.
But now she has become a prisoner and can only run back to her room to sulk and play with dolls.
In the spirit world, Eros was unaware that his big maid was teasing his little toy.
He was currently sitting on the body of Mittor's clone, asking Barbara in his mind how to strengthen the connection with Tserwini's consciousness.
After Barbara explained a few sentences, she felt that communicating through the soul space was too troublesome, so she ran out of the soul space directly and floated beside Eros to give him guidance.
Barbara, with black hair, black eyes and a black dress, now has a pair of snow-white and delicate white silk wrapped around her calves.
The extreme black and extreme white form a strong contrast and are particularly eye-catching.
So as soon as Barbara appeared, Eros automatically aimed his sights at her.
Barbara pretended not to notice Eros's gaze and floated over to sit on Eros' shoulder, with her slender straight legs dangling in front of Eros' chest.
Then, she sat on Eros's shoulder and instructed Eros on how to set up the ritual formation to strengthen the connection of consciousness.
Looking at the slender feet dangling in front of his chest, Eros stretched out his other free hand.
Barbara's voice paused for a moment, but she soon continued speaking as if nothing had happened.
Generally speaking, it would be faster to arrange the ritual formation with two hands than with one hand, but they were not in a hurry at the moment, so they just did it casually.
Neither the man nor the spirit of the weapon mentioned this matter, and thus, the ritual formation that was originally estimated to be set up in an hour took three hours.
As the ritual formation was activated, a crescent moon floated out from between Eros' brows, swaying and landing above the body of Mitor's clone, scattering bits of light.
During this process, Eros summoned a skeleton guard and asked it to dismantle itself and make it into a chair.
Then he just sat on this chair made of bones and watched the changes in the ritual formation.
Barbara changed from sitting on his shoulders to sitting on his thighs, staring at the ritual formation in front of her without blinking.
Eros put his arm around Barbara's slender waist and pulled her into his arms.
"How long will it take to contact Tserweni's real body?"
Eros rested his chin on Barbara's head and placed his other hand on Barbara's thigh.
"It won't take long, it should only take a few minutes." Barbara's voice was trembling a little, but she still pretended to be calm.
Eros said "oh" and ignored the hand that had developed independent consciousness. He just hugged Barbara and waited for Tservini's consciousness to connect successfully.
At the same time, in a secret space far away from here, in that solemn and sacred temple, the silver-white crescent moon floating behind the statue's head suddenly flickered.
Then a figure slowly walked out from the crescent moon. The figure was tall, with a slender waist, and the exposed legs were white and slender.
But what is most striking is the unbearable weight on life.
It was obviously a very conservative dress, but she managed to stretch it out so that a large area of her white skin was exposed.
If someone saw this scene, they would probably be blinded by the bottomless abyss at first sight.
After all, it is indeed an abyss that can swallow up all gazes.
What is even more unbelievable is how that slender waist, which can be held in one hand, can support the two full moons that are about to appear.
The tall figure slowly landed on the ground, her long hair as cool as moonlight draped behind her, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her slender white fingers lightly touched her red lips, and a thoughtful look appeared in her eyes as bright as stars.
After her consciousness connected with her clone at an infinitely long distance, Tservini immediately understood what had happened and what she should do.
She stepped on the cold floor of the temple with her snow-white and tender bare feet. Her figure disappeared from the spot in an instant as she moved lightly with lotus steps.
When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the storage room where the Dark Night Clan stored the sealed objects.
The containment room, which was originally noisy and filled with strange whispers, fell into deathly silence with her arrival.
Tservini ignored the trembling seals and took a step forward, already ten meters away. Her long legs were faintly visible under her skirt that was as holy as the moonlight.
For a moment, it was difficult to tell whether the moonlight was whiter or her legs were whiter.
It didn't take long for Tsering to reach the deepest part of the containment room.
There are far fewer sealed objects here than outside, but every one of them exudes a heart-pounding aura of despair.
Tservini's eyes swept over these first-level seals.
These sealed objects, which could easily wipe out a continent and cause the deaths of tens or even hundreds of billions of people in the outside world, now seemed so docile under the gaze of her beautiful eyes.
Finally, Tservini's eyes fell on a dressing mirror that was about the size of two palms.
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