After entering the room, Aya's figure paused slightly, and she looked around briefly at the furnishings in the room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is just an outer room, typical of the Augustan decoration style, luxurious but not exaggerated, with a precipitated dignity in the atmosphere, the floor is covered with a carpet of golden fleece, the walls are painted with various patterns, there are fireplaces and desks, you can simply work and study.

In the center of the room, on a plush sofa, there are two extraordinary crowns to retreat cross-legged.

Their faces have been obscured by the rich elemental light, and they can't see clearly, they can only feel the power of the elements that are like a tide agitating and shrinking to ripple two meters away, one is like the earth surrendering, the other is like frost freezing, one is solemn, one is floating, and the enveloping range is like a stormy wave, and the thunderclouds are dense, but after reaching two meters away, they can only see the change of light and shadow, and they don't see half of the momentum.

The power of this precise elemental control alone is beyond the imagination of ordinary transcendent professionals.

Aya stepped back, bowed her head, tucked her staff in front of her chest, respectfully performed a wizard's etiquette, and said softly: "Thank you for the protection of the two crowns!"

These two transcendent crowns did not stop their cultivation, only one opened his eyes, as if it was a thunderbolt flashing in the dusk of the world, and shook her slightly, as if nodding his head, and then closed his eyes again.

Aya didn't care, Mu En had told him about the origin and identity of these people, and for them, except for the higher realm or the orders of His Majesty the Violent Hurricane Throne, there was no one who could move them.

Standing up again, Ayalian moved lightly, stepped through the side door, and entered the master bedroom.

Then, she saw him.

It was a large bed carved with various rose patterns, and the thick goose down futon was covered with white sheets, and Mu En was lying on the bed, face down, most of his body was trapped, and one foot was still hanging on the ground.

It seemed that he was in too much of a hurry, he didn't have a wide coat to freshen up, and he was still wearing a wide blood rain dragon crow cloak, and a little bit of Yin Hong's blood dripped down and stained the sheets, which had dried up at this time, but it was red one after another.

His hands hung weakly on either side, but he clenched the sword, and the gray eagle and magma sank deep into the futon, and the exposed side was a little red and bloody in addition to the edge.

On his head, the crown of thorns seemed to be crooked, and the delicate young leaves swayed a heavy turquoise breath of life, obscuring one side of his face like a waterfall, but faintly visible was a frowning brow and a look of pain that flashed from time to time.

Just one glance, Aya was stunned, she covered her mouth and nose, trying not to make any sound, but the tears in her eyes could no longer stop slipping.

She seemed to be able to see how Mu En walked into the room with a majestic spirit, and after explaining a few words, she waved her hand and repelled everyone.

But when everyone retreated, it was as if all his strength had been drained.

He was so tired, he was too tired to take off his clothes, too tired to freshen up, so tired that he just threw himself on the bed, and he couldn't even put himself in a proper position, and he had already entered the deepest sleep.

Aya is a sorcerer, and the first twenty years of her life have been immersed in the pursuit of truth, never discerning the difference between a man and a woman, let alone thinking that she will fall in love with a man.

She even thought that she would still be immersed in the cultivation of wizards until the end of her life.

But fate was so wonderful, she met him, a plausible deal, a fight back that would be to the death, and she and he came together from then on, never to be separated from each other again.

She is not a person who knows how to love, and she doesn't know how to get along with her lover, but when he leaves, she seems to understand overnight what is sorrow, what is liver and intestines, what is once difficult to water, except that Wushan is not a cloud.

In the two years since Muen left, she has shed more tears than in the previous decades combined.

Sometimes she even thinks that she should hate him, hate him for making her otherwise simple self so complicated and so sentimental.

But she couldn't hold up the slightest hatred, she missed him, she missed him, she was happy because he was happy, she was happy because he was happy.

"Perhaps, this is the so-called love!"

Trying to calm her mood, Aya wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, she returned to the door, opened the door, and said to the fanged warrior guarding the door, "Bazel, can you help me get some warm water?"

"Huh?" Bazel was slightly stunned, then quickly reacted, "Yes, ma'am." ”

However, before he could make a move, little Venal said smartly: "I'd better go, I'm familiar with the people here." ”

As he spoke, he quickly ran out without waiting for others to react.

Ten minutes later.

Little Venal came back with a huge wooden barrel, and there was hot water steaming out of it.

Aya politely thanked her, and after blessing a 'levitation technique' on the barrel, she used her staff in one hand and held the barrel in the other hand and returned to the master bedroom again.

She first blessed Mu En with a 'levitation technique', then gently flipped him over, and after taking off the blood rain dragon crow's cloak and blood-stained underwear, she dipped a towel in some warm water, and then wiped it little by little.

The warm towel swept over Muen's skin, cleaning up dirt and blood stains on the criss-crossing scars, Aya's movements were gentle and delicate, especially when passing through the scars that had not healed, she would slow down her movements, for fear of hurting Muen in her sleep.

It was half an hourglass before Aya had finished what seemed like a simple task, her forehead sweating, and the water in the barrel staining red.

After going back and forth a few more times, changing into a new futon, and putting on clean underwear for Mu En, she put him on the bed and dragged the quilt corners.

After everything was done, Aya finally sat down on the edge of the bed, she looked at him, unconsciously stretched out her slender white fingers, wanting to touch his face, but in front of the waterfall-like breath of life, she couldn't help but stop.

Gradually, her eyes became stupid.

This is a visitor from another world, carrying countless burdens, but only shouldering them, never showing his hard work and exhaustion in front of others.

This is also a man who carves strength and perseverance into his bones, no matter how ethereal his goal is and how slim his hope is, he never gives up or compromises.

The so-called don't hit the south wall and don't look back, that is, if you directly break through the south wall, you naturally don't need to look back.

This is the man she loves deeply!

A true powerhouse!

Suddenly, Aya remembered something, she lifted her black robe, revealing her slightly bulging lower abdomen, where a small life was nurturing.

She took one of his hands and gently pressed it against her abdomen, and said softly: "Muen, my love, I will not be your fetters or imprison your steps, I just want to tell you that this is our child."

He is thriving, and he will have a great father. ”

As if he really heard it, Mu En's brows gradually stretched in his sleep.

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Mu En is now asleep, and he needs to sleep into the deepest state of dormancy, and use this to repair the injuries in his body.

Those simple body damage is nothing, even the destruction of both eyes can grow again under the stimulation of the heart's blood. But the hellish breath from the Devil Grand Duke is indeed a higher level of energy than the 'Essence Golden Heart'.

Although the seal of the Crown of Thorns has been lifted, the influx of life breath has expelled the demonic power, but the destruction and corrosion are still deeply rooted in the body.

Simply, the Crown of Thorns is indeed worthy of the artifact of the goddess of life, after it is unsealed, the breath of life gushing out endlessly is as clean and persistent as the branches that sprout in spring, and they are repairing Mu En's body at an endless, but persevering speed.

This repair method is not similar to the immediate results of high-level divine arts, but it does not have any side effects, it can not only restore the deepest dark wounds, but also can not damage the potential of the body.

Of course, it takes a little longer.

At the same time, Mu En's consciousness was not completely idle, part of his main consciousness was cultivating in sleep, and the other part had already dived into his inheritance space, swimming in those magnificent sun-like inheritance powers.

Or feel the mystery of the 'Golden Heart', or delve into the meaning of the Heart's Blood Rune, or sink into the 'spatial form in the eyes of the witch' again to feel the inexplicable spatial images, or concentrate on studying the mystery of the witch body.

Of course, the least thing to do is to recall the feeling of colliding with the Devil Grand Duke.

It was a great experience of crossing a big stage and fighting a great legend, and although it was very costly, it was worth it.

This kind of experience, this kind of perception, this kind of more subtle experience of the legendary realm, can not be explained by simple words, and this will be turned into the most solid foundation, the most rich accumulation, supporting him to go further and higher on the road of professionalism.

He believed that when he woke up, he would face a new migration.

He's going to be stronger, he's going to guard everything he wants to protect.