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"Julia, what's wrong with you?" Miranda knocked on the door outside the bedroom with a broom, "Are you sure you're not sick?"

"I ...... Okay very!" Xiao Qian gasped violently, clutched the sheets tightly, and sweated profusely: "No...... Don't come in, let me lie down for a while. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"I'm pushing the door in!" Miranda heard that something was wrong with her.

Xiao Qian rolled and tried to get up. But her show bed had turned into a big lotus canopy, and the bed was densely covered with countless black holes, and dozens of fair-skinned and slender soft arms poked out of the black holes, like tentacles poking out of coral, caressing the maid's sweaty body, and pressed her to the sheets, so that she could not move.

This shocking picture is like a picture of a young girl being sacrificed.

And even if Xiao Qian struggled and gritted his teeth and frowned, even if he was sweating like giving birth, he bit his lip and still didn't dare to make a sound.

"Don't come in...... Please, let me be quiet for a moment, my head hurts. "Xiao Qian is afraid that Miranda will be erased by the old gods, and tries to prevent the fat maid from entering the door.

"Oh well. Miranda grunted away.

Xiao Qian gritted her teeth and propped herself up on the bed, but her delicate arms held her neck and dragged her back to the sheets to lie down. She was like a mentally ill person, pinned to the bed by countless belts, the difference was that it was not the belts that bound her, but countless slender hands.

A distant and feminine murmur sounded in Xiao Qian's ears: "If you want to terminate the contract, I can release you at any time." The premise is, do you have that kind of courage? Honey? You'll be like a mermaid princess, turning into a bubble in the sun. Do you have the courage of a mermaid princess?"

Xiao Qian gave up the struggle and let the arm snakes swim up, pinching the orchid fingers to tease her cheeks.

"I don't want to die...... Xiao Qian choked up.

So the contract was still in force. Can I understand that?" the old god whispered softly.

"But I don't want to hurt my master......" Xiao Qian, like a white mouse fixed on the operating table, could only stare at the ceiling, tears sliding into his sideburns.

"I am your master! your master is a god, not a new human!" the old god screamed in her head, and a sharp headache tore through Xiao Qian's consciousness.

"My believers are poor children, because you have made all the demands on me, so you have no courage to bear the consequences, and naturally you do not have the courage to choose freedom. My dear, you will always be my believer until you grow up. Now, fulfill your covenant, you are still my only disciple. After the ancient god frightened Xiao Qian, he became gentle again. Countless fingers gently caressed her flesh, making her relax comfortably.

"Hmm...... Well. "Xiao Qian's abilities are all gifts from the ancient gods, so he was captured by the ancient gods as soon as he was alone, and he had no power to fight back.

"Listen, I can only communicate directly with the girls, so you must go back to Paris, bring the news of the awakening of the dark humans to your two companions, and order them to dig up all the churches, dig up all the holy remains, and behead them all and burn them. This is the key to the big picture. If you continue to obey me, you will still be the little thousand above ten thousand, and you will still be the eyes and mouthpiece of the old dominators. Go back to Paris, and they must offer you. The Old Gods were clearly concerned about the news of the Prophet's resurgence.

"I, I'm ...... by the master No, I was watched by Frederick and could not escape. Xiao Qian cried enough, humming and chirping. She wanted to be smart.

"If I drag you into the 'Exile Dimension', you will be able to return to Paris in an instant with the help of the spatial folding effect. The ancient god understood Xiao Qian's thoughts at a glance: "Poor child, you want to stay in the presidential palace." Right?"

"Please...... Please fulfill me. Xiao Qian thought she saw hope, and quickly pleaded.

"I can't help you. The Old God sighed lovingly.

"Thank you! Thank you for your kindness...... Xiao Qian was ecstatic.

The space bloomed into a starry standard circle, and a jade hand poked out like mussel flesh, handing Xiao Qian a dagger with a blade twisted like lightning: "This is the blade of betrayal, which can penetrate all plate armor." With it, you can easily pierce Frederick's heart through a steel plate. Kill Frederick, throw the corpse into the 'Exile Dimension', and then you transform into Frederick, imitate his gestures, and stay in the presidential palace for as long as you want. ”

Xiao Qian's wish was disappointed, he was very happy and sad, sneered painfully, and gritted his teeth and burst into tears.

The old god tilted his head sarcastically, staring at the maid who was in pain: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you loved him. ”

"I'd rather be a bubble. Xiao Qian finished laughing, showing a desperate expression.

The eyes on the tentacles blinked, as if they were trying to figure out people's hearts, as if they were weighing advance and retreat.

"You have a third option. Neither return to Paris nor assassinate his lover. You have a third option to fulfill your obligations. The Old God said coldly, "Take advantage of Frederick's trust in you, follow him into the Tower of the Holy Relic, and kill the dark human who is about to recover." ”

"Kill the Prophet?" Xiao Qian was stunned.

"Kill the prophet who is about to be resurrected. Leak information about the Tower of the Relic. Assassinate Frederick the Great. Here are your three options. You can betray your lover, and that will give you immortal honor. You can also betray me, that will turn you into a bubble. Dear child, you have fewer and fewer options, do not squander your precious time. After the ancient god finished admonishing warmly, his cold fingertips lovingly scratched the tip of Xiao Qian's nose.

Then "staggering", the tentacles that were swaying like aquatic plants all retracted into the black hole of the "lotus canopy", and then the black hole bite, the space was smoothed, and the sheets became neat again, as if nothing had happened, as if the calamity just now was just a dream.

Xiao Qian was sweating profusely on the bed, rubbing his left hand and touching the handle of a cold gemstone knife. When she picked it up, she saw a heavy, beautiful dagger in her hand, its blade twisting and sharp, like frozen lightning.

The Old God once said that she was faced with three choices.

And in fact, there are four choices.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you loved him. The cold humor of the ancient gods was like a scar, leaving a scab in Xiao Qian's heart.

But Xiaoqian has always felt that she is a selfish person, she only loves herself - and she doesn't want to go back to Paris, she doesn't want to kill Frederick, it's just her own selfish desires. True love should be like Frederick and Elena, gambling their lives for the future of their lovers, and true love should be like Philia and the new president, guarding each other's lives when they fight side by side.

And Xiaoqian is afraid of death, pain, loneliness, and choice-there are so many things she is afraid of, and she can't do anything except seduce the master, what qualifications do she have to mention this word?

She couldn't accept herself, so she lived with low self-esteem, running into walls between gods and mortals, suffocating like crawling through a tunnel rubbing her vest. It's so hard, but I can't even afford to say "I love you".

Xiao Qian quickly made her first choice.