Wow~

Rushing~

Whoa~

The golden sand carries the never-ending impact of the crystal clear water, and the waves crash on the beach again and again, quietly receding.

The ocean stretches from the crystal clear in the near distance to the deep blue of the sea and sky in the distance.

Xiwen sat quietly on the beach, and behind her, the girl with long silver hair pursed her lips playfully, her chin leaned against Xiwen's shoulder, and she hugged Xiwen forward and squirmed a few times from time to time.

！

Like a kitten, the silver-haired girl jumped up trembling all over, and then shivered at the person standing silently behind them.

Fleur Delacour.

Or rather,

Siyun - The Whisperer of the Heart.

PIA！

With a loud slap, Xiwen, who was sitting there, was pumped up, touching his cheek, and Xiwen just stood up.

PIA！

Well, this slap on the left and right sides is real and symmetrical, and it hides the harmonious beauty of the way of cosmic balance.

His mind was buzzing, and the current Xiwen was no longer the god who once had a perfect god body, and the world was annihilated and reshaped countless times in the snap of his fingers.

He's just a mortal body now, well, slightly stronger than a mortal.

Standing up staggeringly, the white jade-like hand with skin like congealed fat and pink was once again in close contact with Xiwen's face, and Xiwen, well, was pumped away again.

PIA！

"Wow, 720 degrees in the air, perfect~" Nyara Totip on the side clenched her small fists and seemed to want to cheer, but she secretly glanced at Fleur on the side, and she held back the words into her stomach.

I don't know how many times he was pumped, and finally Xiwen didn't have the strength to stand up, he squinted his bloated eyes, and looked at the sky blankly, the familiar ceiling, the familiar sky.

Fleur De Lacour's gentle face, the blue eyes that seemed to reflect the soul of the West looked at him tenderly.

Standing beside Xiwen, he bent down slightly, sat on Xiwen's body, leaned over as if he was about to kiss, and his long silver-white hair even hung down to Xiwen's chest.

Unfortunately, there are no benefits.

The cold and warm little hand pressed Xiwen's chest, and the other hand clenched lightly, and only one punch was punched, which hit the nose, causing Xiwen's blood to burst out, and the nose was crooked in half, but it seemed to open an oil sauce shop, and the salty, sour, and spicy hair rolled out.

"Well played......" Xiwen's words made the opposite Furong stare at her for a moment.

"Dare to interject!" Miss Furong raised her fist and punched the eyebrows between Xiwen's eye sockets, and the cracks in her eyes were cracked, and the black beads burst out, as if a colorful silk shop had been opened, and the red, black, and purple ones were about to bloom.

Xiwen didn't speak this time, just looked at Fleur blankly, and stiffened the punch, but unfortunately it made Fleur even more annoyed.

"But I didn't even reflect on myself!" Fleur only punched again, right on Xiwen's temple, but it seemed to be a dojo of the whole hall, chimes, cymbals, and cymbals sounded together.

"Dead ......" Naiarathotip, who covered his face with his hands and only dared to peek a little between his fingers, snorted, and stepped forward several times, but he didn't dare to stop Fleur, who was furious.

Xiwen only felt that the sky was spinning, and the hibiscus in front of him seemed to be more than a dozen, constantly rotating and displacing on his head, and the roar in his ears did not stop for a moment.

Fleur looked at the back of her hand, the pink skin had cracked, especially the protruding part of the phalanges, and she herself had received a shock when she hit it with so much force.

"Where do you want to hide? Or how long do you want to hide?"

Seeing that Xiwen still didn't seem to be awake enough, Fleur stood up and carried Xiwen, drowning him headfirst in the water, seeing that the gurgling bubbles were getting less and less, her hand was slightly exerted, and she threw Xiwen back on the beach with a flick of her wrist.

I......

Looking at Fleur Delacour, the feeling of collapse that Siwen couldn't suppress lying on the beach came to his heart again, he couldn't make up for what he had done in the past, this was the most desperate thing.

"You think you found me?" Fleur's words made Xiwen finally recover his mind a little, and he silently listened to Fleur's follow-up words.

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if you hid on Apple Island and became a hands-off shopkeeper, and you thought about the world ruled by Chite, because of your inaction, what would happen if my true identity was discovered after I was reincarnated alone?"

……

Chite, their best friend, the Empress of the Second Age, was the one who pushed Siyun down the lava abyss to death.

That woman, who did not bear the slightest resemblance to their philosophy, had flattered the belief ---- "as a superior person, you can communicate with those low-level people, but remember that those people are always just tools in your hands".

Chite's ruling foundation and legal principles come entirely from the efforts of Xiwen and Xiyun, if she knew that Xiyun was still alive, I am afraid that she would annihilate Xiyun's soul as soon as possible.

Naiako behind her body felt a chill all over her body, she shivered and hugged herself with her arms to try to get some warmth, but she knew the end of the story, the empress was made ...... by Xiyun's revenge

“……”

Siwen looked at Fleur, or rather, at Siyun, the woman who had been with him for a long time, as if she were his own soul, his beloved.

Every time he tried to save her, he wanted to help her, and it ended in tragedy......

Siun's death was because of his request and his arrangement, and Siun, who was originally escorted by Nyara Totip, became escorted by Chite.

He thought that by being together with Nyarrathotep, who had become Siun, he would be able to attract the attention of those enemies and allow Chit and Sigumo, who were not harmful, to escape.

But what he didn't expect was the bad news that Xiyun was dead.

What made him even more desperate was that until he knew the truth of this matter, he really tried his best to help Chite fight his way through the last days and step by step to that position.

Maybe it shouldn't have been ...... in the first place.

No......

Shouldn't......

The cranky Xiwen was once again hit in the back of the ear by an affectionate punch, as if the ghost crying wolf howl and heavy metal noise exploded at the same time at the highest volume in the song hall.

But it did work, and it brought Siwen back to the real world from his cranky thoughts. Looking at Fleur Delacour in front of her, looking at the angry cuteness of her gritted teeth.

Xiwen wanted to raise his hand but found that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, so he could only whisper: "I'm sorry, Xiyun ......"

The girl's movements paused slightly, as if moved, her blue eyes were filled with moisture, and her expression softened.

"Western Text~"

"Huh?" said Sywin, turning his face to Fleur, looking at the girl with a light smile as her face got closer and closer.

"Die!"

Hammer of justice!

This time Siwen really fainted.

Looking at Xiwen who was beaten like a pig's head