The tavern was noisy, and the flames of the fireplace were enveloped in a warm orange light, and together with the shadows that were hidden and danced, the whole space was covered.

The fire in the fireplace was not big, but it was enough—the nights in Ionia were damp and cold, but not bitterly cold. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The choking smell of the tavern fireworks was mixed with a musty smell from the drinkers' bodies, damp clothes, and leftovers from the back kitchen.

The men were talking and talking about daily livelihoods, anecdotes and, of course, more about the looming war.

War.

This word, in the minds of the Ionians, has always been a fantasy that has occurred in other regions.

Only one drinker was quite quiet, sitting in the corner without saying a word, and the table at which he sat gave a sense of alienation from his position, as if all the drinkers were sitting far away from him.

A fresh cold air suddenly burst into the room, and the flames in the fireplace shook, and the flames between the firewood reflected the shadows of the people.

The graceful body sways with wild charm.

A tight silk red dress, a short white silk skirt, decorated with patterns outlined by gold threads, and a pair of white and slender legs underneath.

In the middle of the red silk bandeau, a small bell hangs, and with the gentle shaking of her waist when she walks, it falls downward, making a crisp sound, pulling the two plump bandeaus that can't be restrained on the chest, making the allure looming.

The white soft shoes creaked and creaked against the wooden floor of the tavern's dilapidated wooden floor.

She couldn't help but frown slightly at the taste in the tavern.

The expression flickered, followed by a light smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the astonishment and the ...... in people's eyes with satisfaction With some hesitation.

"Demon fox?"

She tilted her head sideways, smiled charmingly, her fox ears trembled slightly, and a snow-white tail hooked the chin of a man close to her.

"Yes, I'm the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox. But tonight, I'm ...... Your dancing girls. She laughed, and the expression on her face was green and shy, and charming and seductive, mixed together.

Her seductive aroma spreads and reigns here gently.

She danced, a little jerky, she didn't understand it at all, everything was due to the nature of bewitchment, the most passionate, the most seductive, and the most primitive dance.

Sometimes he twists his waist violently, and sometimes he just sways lazily and slowly.

The long royal blue hair swayed, as if it was a lingering trace, and it seemed to be some magical crystal dust, shrouding her body in a dream.

Sending the crotch, twisting the waist, the body twisting like a wave, unscrupulously showing those screaming slender, or straight lines.

No one can resist such a temptation, she is a demon fox transformed into a human, this natural beauty is naturally rare among pure human beings. What's more, her seductive magic is fatal to these men in the tavern who rely on alcohol to get by.

But sometimes she is also curious, in this charm, is her beauty more important, or is the fox clan more magical?

It's a question that doesn't make sense.

Her beauty and the magic of charm are inherently natural. A smile, every inch of skin, a sweet and magnetic voice, and even just a faint fragrance emanating from the body, implant that charming magic in people's hearts all the time.

She felt like she had been swallowed up by the mesmerizing gaze around her.

That kind of look is all too familiar to her.

It's time to close the net.

Her fingertips hooked, and the blue orb appeared in her hand, which she lightly abandoned and hung above her head.

"Like? Come, then, and surrender your spirits, and be my slave forever and ever. In the cherry mouth, he spit out a delicate voice, and the murderous intent in the words was full of fierceness!

The drinkers, whose eyes had long been out of focus, were now like a group of puppets, pulled by the silk threads that controlled their bodies, and walked in her direction. They stiffened their heads, their eyes drawn by the orb that floated in the air, swirling with brilliance.

Perish, the illusion in the orb of deception will give you everything you want.

And then there was the spirit.

The spirit of life turned into wisps of gas, escaping from their mouths and noses, detached from their bodies, and gathered into the light blue orb like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

That's not enough.

She stared at the swirling orb, a warm yellow mass that was gradually filled with spirit, and a few strands of silky black gas floated in it, like slimy black algae on the surface of the lake.

It's really filthy.

After all, they are a group of drinkers, and their spirits have long been dyed with too much turbid qi by the world, and it will take some time to purify these essences and refine them into magic power for her to drive.

However, the power given by Sindra is surging in the orb, and it will probably not take long for this refining to be refined.

Dozens of bodies around her that had been drained of their spirits were all as frozen, motionless as dolls, and they surrounded her mindlessly, and she only needed to use a little mental power to give orders.

The deal with Sindra is only profitable.

Absorbing these spirits was the only way for her to become a true human being; And the magic power enhanced by these spirit refining also belongs to her; Even if she wants to control the actions of these "heartbreakers" according to Sindra's wishes, in the end, it is still her puppet.

And doing this is a breeze for the astute her.

Base your dreams on the desires of others.

She never imagined that her magic would one day be able to be used like this.

Everything about her was given to Sindra, this orb, this magical magic, including this incomplete transfiguration body, if she obeyed her, she could rely on the knowledge gained from her to become stronger and stronger.

Otherwise, she will always be a fox.

People can deal with the occasional gain indifferently, but they can't just as indifferently face the loss of the occasional gain. The nine-tailed demon fox Ahri is no exception.

She put away the orb, and the sense of power in the orb told her that the trip had been fruitful.

However, her eyes suddenly dimmed.

Such...... Is it done?

It's not because of guilt, it's just that I think of the nasty guy who once said, "When people see their own kind being killed, they will come to the rescue", why didn't he show up this time?

"I'm doing something bad, weak." She bit her lip and muttered inwardly, "Won't you come to stop me?" It's really a very bad thing, but I'm for you, and you'll forgive me, don't you? ”

In the lifeless tavern, there was a sudden noise from the corner, and she looked over there with some surprise.

It's a person. Get up from the table. It was the drinker who had been sitting quietly in the corner before.

Didn't even fall for her seduction?

Even she didn't notice that there was such a fish in the tavern, and the magic light on the orb once again jumped out of brilliant blue, and the magic power exuded a strong power, and the dozens of puppets of the Heartless in the lobby of the tavern all turned in the direction of that person.

"The charm of the nine-tailed demon fox really lives up to its name. I'm not here to get in trouble, though. He raised his glass and sipped on bright red wine, or some other liquid, and smiled, revealing a pair of white fangs.

"I think now we're allies."