Is there really no problem with such a letter?

Of course, there is a problem, a big problem! Ulysses could not have imagined that he had written it himself. And the more he went to the back, the more he wrote, as if some strange fragment suddenly popped out of his mind.

He even felt that if he continued to write, he could write hundreds of thousands of words like a spring of thought. Not only Lynn, as long as he wants, he can write articles that he loves with beautiful women of all types and personalities.

Ulysses couldn't figure out where these inexplicable things came from, so he could only simply fall into bed, and if he didn't want to sleep, he had to force himself to sleep, otherwise he didn't know what he would write if he continued to pick up the pen.

What he didn't know was how much trouble these three invalidated love letters had caused to the silver wolf Mei Lin, who was bathing and praying in the City of Radiance, worshipping her great ancestor like a shrine maiden of the Supreme God.

When Ulysses wrote his first love letter, Lynn, who was praying earnestly to the northern land, trembled all over, and felt her ears, tail, feet, and breasts begin to become hot, as if she were being watched by some burning gaze.

The temperature of the part of her lips rose rapidly, as if someone had taken her lips, making her blush and heartbeat, and indulge in this sweet pleasure.

When Ulysses wrote his second love letter, Lynn's fingers uncontrollably rested on her feet, removing her shoes and socks from them, exposing her snow-white, slender legs to the soft moonlight.

The palm of his hand gently stroked his feet without listening to his words, and he obviously didn't want to do it in his heart, but he couldn't resist this impulse in the depths of his body. And, I don't know why, it's obviously my own hands touching my body, but I have a feeling that my body is being played with and rubbed.

Her legs, which have been exercised for a long time, have become extremely sensitive at this moment, and just a simple touch makes her whole body soft and emotional.

By the time Ulysses' third love letter was completed, Lynn's hand had involuntarily rested on the tip of her chest, and her expression was gradually dyed with intoxication.

Lin is not a coquettish girl, in fact, she should be closer to a strong warrior type, but at the moment she exudes a unique charm that is extremely charming. While one hand was placed on his chest, the other finger quietly fell to the mysterious place below, and the movements of the fingers also rotated and changed, and sometimes went back and forth slightly.

"Ahh With this involuntary fierce Dong tribe, her body began to tremble constantly, and her coquettish voice gradually became higher, and her trembling expression because of pleasure and sultry panting finally formed a sweet rhythm.

It was the beautiful music that came with the breath and the scent, the seductive smell of the hot skin, the fiery melody of the girl's breath, like the love melody that Ulysses wrote in his love letters.

By the time it was all over, Lynn was soaked with sweat, and there was no dry spot on her body. Especially the melody at the end, which almost made her stop thinking.

"Ahh She couldn't understand what was going on with her tonight.

............

In the cold moonlight, the girl with black wings was flying at high speed.

Passing through the sky above the white Radiant City, she flew directly in front of the Radiant Academy's defensive barrier, and with a single sword, she tore through this sacred wall with the ability to defend against all magical powers, and broke into the Radiant Academy.

"It's here. She didn't need to scout, she was flying in the night sky and she judged her destination. Black wings spread out behind her, allowing her to fly straight to the island surrounded by a small lake.

"Are you coming?" said the guardian of the island, the white-clothed girl sitting on the frozen throne, looking into the distant sky.

There, a small black dot was approaching as fast as it could, and the seemingly petite body erupted with a powerful force that seemed to tear through the sky.

The closer you get, the more pronounced that feeling of being of the same kind. The same rose girl who was created, each has different powers, but the feeling of incompleteness that can only be understood between them is the same.

On such a night, with such a sharp momentum, she also felt the same breath that appeared a few days ago.

It was the breath of the father who created their Rose Maiden, an inspiration, a reminder, and a prophecy.

The perfect Rose Maiden is about to be born in this generation, and this is the only chance for the crippled to fulfill their dreams. In order to obtain that qualification, in order to make up for their own shortcomings, and to become the most perfect girl, they must fight, fight each other at all costs, and take the most important part of the other party.

This is a battle that belongs to the Rose Maiden, and no one can interfere in the battle. This represents their destiny, the path they must take after they are born.

The large tree covering most of the island automatically created a huge plane about a hundred meters from the top of the tree, and cast a barrier around it to block out light and silence sound, as if welcoming a sudden uninvited guest.

"Thank you, host. Like a dream, the beautiful girl whose whole body was shrouded in white mist, as if she was an unreal puppet, lifted the corner of her skirt and thanked her master, who was still asleep.

"Come out!" the black figure that fell from the sky stood steadily on the specially created dueling arena.

Countless crystals began to intermingle, eventually condensing into a frozen throne, on which sat a young girl surrounded by white mist, her right eye obscured by the white rose's blindfold, and barely any blood was visible on her pale face.

"The first puppet, the sword of mercury. "The invader of the sky, the puppet girl in black, who had made a pact with Ulysses, raised her sword and pointed it at the enemy.

"The seventh doll, the crystal of snowbloom. A few wisps of white crystalline fragments were wrapped around her fingertips, and the puppet girl in white exhaled softly, blowing a cold wind.

"Seventh, she looks like a disobedient sister. The darkness behind the sword of mercury swelled suddenly, turning into countless fluttering black feathers.

She hadn't seen this sister, and it was true that her father seemed to have made seven rose girls, but the seventh rose girl had never participated in the war once.