"Not here...... Can't kiss here! Heinir hurriedly covered his lower body with his hands downward and shook his head, his face as if it had been burned by fire, and the fire could not burn.

"Oh. My little Heineer, you are so lovely. When the man saw Heinill's innocent and shy appearance, he was even more itchy and teased.

Heinir: "...... cute sister!

"What other questions do you have? Hurry up and ask. Looking at the food that was about to arrive, Holder couldn't help but urge.

"I, I, I...... Well, I suddenly felt like I was fine......" Heinill stammered, and a lot of doubts just now were suddenly emptied.

"Scared? Didn't you just have a lot of questions? Holder looked at Heineer dissatisfied, thought about it and coaxed and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle with you~"

Heinir: "......"

Heinill's forehead has a headache, why do you seem to have heard this before? No, why is the topic getting more and more crooked?

With a wave of his hand, Balde suddenly floated out of the balcony where they were staying, like snow, thousands of cute bubbles that glowed pink and fluorescent. The bubbles immediately wrapped the two of them into a kind of extradimensional space called romance, and the beautiful bubbles and Holder stared at him with gentle eyes.........

"That's enough, you stop me." Haineil yelled at the man helplessly. What the hell is this pink bubble that fills the air around us!

"Snap", and then Heinir clapped his hands, bursting a large bubble, and the space suddenly returned to its previous state.

"I really don't know how to be romantic, you." Holder shook his head helplessly.

Heinill's white eyes, this kind of means, when he is a little girl? He's a gay who doesn't compromise on discipline! Kiss is kiss, and a piece of meat is indispensable!

"Well, don't make a fuss, I'll ask you the question just now, and you said that...... You came out of Balde's body for the first time that night, but why? Didn't you even want to come out before? ”

As soon as he mentioned that distracting and chaotic night, Hainir couldn't control his blush and heartbeat, and the chrysanthemums behind him tightened.

"Because I like you. Is this reason enough? Holder bowed his head and kissed the tip of Heinill's small, erect nose.

Suddenly, the unprepared, Hainir saw Holder's face magnified infinitely, and then the warm lips with heat covered the tip of his nose, like an electric current, and suddenly a puff / numbness rushed into Hainir's brain.

"You, you give me a little serious!" Heinir's face blushed for the umpteenth time, and he reached out and slapped the man's chest, this reason is foolish!

"What I said is true." Holder furrowed his brow and continued, "The day you first came, when you seduced Balde with your nakedness/body color, I suddenly had a very strong and excited feeling. ”

If it weren't for the meeting that greeted Heinir, when Balder opened the Mirror of Light, and the Mirror exerted its power to reveal the state of Balder and Heinir, he suddenly felt a divine power that had sparked the impulse he had been dormant for years.

Nani? So or is it his Hainir's fault? It's all about this guy!

"What nonsense are you talking about, I don't have a lust / to tempt you......" The corners of Heineel's mouth twitched back.

"What happened that day, from beginning to end, was it an accident, okay?"

"Neither gods nor humans can escape the destining of fate, and chance exists in inevitability, and the Mirror of Light can not only connect heaven and earth, but also have the ability to foresee the future. So the events of that day were predestined, not accidental. After all, even if he has been lurking in Arthurgard for thousands of years, Holder still knows this very well.

"What the hell do you mean?" Heineer looked at Holder in confusion.

Is that the fate of him and Balder and the other personality, Holder, connected to the Mirror of Light that day? Or is it that since the Mirror of Light has the ability to predict the future, the nude images of Balder and Heinir shown by the Mirror will actually occur at some point in the future?

"It means that you are destined to be pressed by me!"

Heinir: "......" is destined for your sister! Can he say that there are countless grass and mud horses galloping through his heart at this time~

"Okay, I'm done, I'm going to kiss." Holder said leisurely.

Looking at the little face tangled, the red little mouth pouted high Heinier, Holder smiled evilly, and his heart was full of the urge to kiss Fangze. And yet, he did......

"Uh-huh...... Hmm...... "Heinill's eyes widened, and he was still thinking about logic just now, and he was caught by a man without paying attention, so the man circled his fragrant tongue and gave him a deep French kiss.

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Crooked Long Comment:

Pan Shen of the joker friend Midsummer Night came over to write a long comment on this article, but unfortunately it is said that after trying thousands of times, jj just doesn't show it, so I sent it here privately~ Countless comforts touched his head and gave it to him~

I always feel that starting from the 2007 movie "Beowulf" (that's right, it's the live-action + CG blockbuster, in which Angelina Jolie is very "interesting"), and then to Marvel Studios' "Thor" series, as well as the American drama "Viking Legend", in the "cultural circle" (well, let's call it that) set off a "North Sea storm" and swept the world. Also, a group of blue-eyed men with big beards, riding the dragon-headed longboat between the storm and the storm, slashing and drinking, and smashing their swords into the skulls of their enemies...... No matter how you think about it, it must be more interesting than staying behind a desk or desk every day. I mean, there's no way you're going to smash a scroll of paper into your boss's skull, right? People always have to find a place to vent their excess hormones, and it is probably quite enjoyable to sit quietly in a chair and read a group of blonde men fighting and killing.

But the number of blonde men from almost a thousand years ago is not the same as we think. One of the tones of Norse mythology is the thick view of fate, even the great gods cannot escape death, and there is a providence in the underworld, and it seems that everything is doomed from the beginning. Frey used his sword as a bride price, and in the twilight of the gods, he died precisely because he lost his sword; Odin managed to create the chains that bound the giant wolf Fenrir, but in the end, he was still buried in the wolf's belly...... That's right, Norse mythology is actually quite gloomy, every qiē has to pay a price, and every qiē is fate, neither humans nor gods can turn back the needle that destroys miè for a second.

The only thing you can do is to fight in Valhalla, watching the wolf smoke that will rise in the distance with the eyes of the wind. So there are a lot of vulgar things in Norse mythology...... There's no way, I'm going to die every day, and I'm not going to let people adjust it? The nerves of tension are always tempered with something less grandiose, and we see the warriors of Northern Europe temporarily soften their depressed fate with spirits, epics, and women, and the warriors laugh at the price Freya paid for the treasures of the dwarfs, or the story of how Odin gave birth to Heldam with a golden gun, and in the laughter dilutes the fear of death...... After all, no matter man or god, the destiny of heaven cannot be violated.

But then again, being fearless in the face of a doomed fate just shows the soul of the hero. Just like in Homer's epic poem, Hector knew that he had no chance of winning against Achilles, but he still fought for Troy with all his might, and finally died on the battlefield, separated from his beloved wife forever. Sometimes I have to wonder, as a mortal, which is more noble to stand up against fate or accept it calmly? I don't know the answer, and I guess there won't be an answer to that kind of question, but it's much better to resist or accept than to run away. As a mortal, you just need to do what you have to do well, and leave the rest to fate.

The author, Satya Graha, is a good friend of mine, and to be honest, it was quite an honor to be selected to illustrate her work. After all, a small shrimp like me is at most at the level of self-entertainment. Well, I guess my style doesn't really match this work that well...... Well, I now see that my review seems to be crooked to the point that it can't be done. That's it, I hope you enjoy this work.

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Thanks to the little angel of Mokeng for the mines and rocket artillery (づ ̄3 ̄)づ