"Hmm...... Ah......" Mira, who was kissed by Ulysses, did not show an expression of rejection and disgust, but accepted the somewhat unexpected kiss with a plausible smile.

Is Miss Mila awake!, Ulysses dimly realized this, but did not dare to open his eyes to look. He was afraid, afraid that as soon as he opened his eyes, he would lose something very important.

The violet scent, which should have been familiar to Pingli, became more intense and alluring at this moment, making Ulysses's heart even more unassumingly "bang, bang!"

The throat was thirsty, the feeling of wanting something to drink, and the whole body was hot, like a traveler walking in the desert.

As if sensing Ulysses' desire, Mira took the initiative to let go of her defenses, allowing Ulysses' tongue to easily invade her mouth. The lubricated liquid in the mouths of the two quickly fused together, passing and sucking on each other.

Ulysses, who has been "taught" by Aunt Lana, is obviously more experienced in this area, while Mira's performance is much more jerky in comparison. I really can't see that she is the older one.

However, the lack of experience can be compensated for with enthusiasm. Compared with Ulysses, who just kissed according to his instincts in a panic, Mira, who acquiesced in this kiss, was obviously more relaxed and enjoyed more happiness.

It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, girls have always been more sensitive in their feelings about this kind of thing, and they are not at the same level as Ulysses, who is so dull that they are deadly.

"Happy, happy, I don't want to hurt her......" Floating in the air, no one can see the artificial sky, looking at the two people hugging and kissing each other with eyes that seem to understand, giving him and her sincere angelic blessings.

Fearful, happy, scorching, Ulysses spent the longest and most memorable night of his life on this night of thunderstorms.

Ulysses couldn't count, and he didn't even think he had kissed as many times since he was born as he had been tonight. Sister Mira's lips were like magic, constantly attracting him, tempting him, making him unable to control himself.

As if they had agreed with each other, neither of them deliberately opened their eyes, but completely relied on the movements of their bodies to complete one kiss after another full of sweet memories. From the unexpected and shallow kiss at the beginning, to the deep kiss full of adult flavor later, the two are like children who have found a fun toy, tirelessly falling into it, completely unable to extricate themselves.

On this night of thunderstorms, the two of them indulged in the smell of sin with a sweet taste. Even though he knew that it was not good, no one stopped, let alone resisted.

Perhaps, happiness is the smell of sin.

When the two finally began to get tired, everything quietly returned to silence, and the two who hugged each other entered the dream together with the taste of happiness.

For Ulysses now, this level of crime is almost the limit. Now, he still lacks the courage to take that last step. And Mira, too, was not mentally prepared.

Either way, though, for these two, it's destined to be a night full of shyness and heartbeat memories.

And it was also on this night that Yulia ushered in the biggest choice of her life.

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"It's ...... here again," Yulia walked along an incomparably desolate land, looking at the familiar scenery around her, no longer flustered, no longer uneasy.

Because, it's not the first time she's come to this place. On her journey from the village of Mira to the city, she had come to this land in her dreams more than once.

In the beginning, there was nothing on the land, and "that" could only be seen in the center. I don't know when, the scenery here began to become clearer and more realistic, and the feeling of stepping on the ground was exactly the same as in reality.

"Da! Da!" In this lonely wilderness, only the footsteps of Yulia alone seemed extremely desolate.

However, Yulia liked such monotonous footsteps, because here her steps were steady and powerful, her breathing was even and smooth, and even if she ran hard, she would not have the feeling of palpitations, convulsions, and as if her heart was about to break.

Here she is healthy and whole, not the incomplete, flawed self in the real world. Here she is exactly what she dreams of, the most ideal self.

Even if you run with all your might, you will only be able to breathe a little, and you will not feel pain even if you make a difficult full body movement. This is the one who is not sick, this is the one who can work hard and see the results.

She had never had the luxury of having a supernormal body as blessed with Laxia, all she needed was such a healthy and complete self.

But in the real world, this is just a distant and unattainable luxury, and she knows her physical condition better than anyone else.

The more you want to get stronger, the harder you train yourself, the worse your physical condition will become. She was born with a weak physique, and she couldn't withstand a slightly stronger workout at all. The feeling of a throbbing pain in her heart after the effort was over, as if she was laughing at her incompetence.

When everyone was a child, she wasn't as weak as she is now. At a stage where everyone was just curious to practice elementary sword skills with a wooden sword, she could even defeat everyone except Rasha.

But as everyone grows up, everyone's physical strength and endurance far surpass her. No matter how thoroughly she comprehended the sword itself, it didn't make any sense when facing an opponent whose physical strength and endurance were more than ten times her own.

What's worse than that is that her comprehension of the sword technique itself can still increase through her own efforts, but her physical condition has not improved at all, and there is a faint tendency to deteriorate.

If this continues, she can't do anything, whether it is to catch up with Sister Laxia's footsteps or overcome her weaknesses, it is just an unrealistic dream.

Unable to make changes, she will only become a burden to her brother's side and the culprit of his loss of happiness. Even, if his physical condition deteriorates, he won't even be able to stay by his brother's side.

Death - the word that was too heavy for a child came to her early, and continued to eat away at her body. Every day as soon as she opens her eyes, she can feel its breath, the kind of breath that no one can see, can't feel, is slowly occupying her body, making her breath of life continue to fade.

She didn't want that, she didn't want to die. She still wants to do many, many things she wants to see, and she wants to travel to many, many places with her brother.

She has lived happily ever from the past to the present, leaving countless good memories, but because of this, she hates death more than anyone else, and wants to live more than anyone else.

"Want to change?" From the very center of this desolate land, from the water mirror composed of black and white swords, the distant voice came.

"Hmm. Yulia nodded, without any hesitation.

She has to change, she can't change it, and if she doesn't make a change, she will eventually lose everything about herself and all her happiness.

"If you want to change, then reach out and take your sword. The distant, ancient, seemingly weary voice told Yulia what she had to do.

It's not the first time Yulia has faced this choice.

For the first time, she herself took out the sword she was familiar with from that mirror, the wooden sword that her brother had given her, the original sword with the name "Primordial".

The second time, she hesitated, because the feeling of holding the Primordial Sword for the first time was too good, too incredible, and made her feel doubtful. It didn't seem like something she was supposed to have, and she didn't have the qualifications and abilities to actually use that sword.

This time, she no longer had any hesitation, doubt, or anxiety, and she could not change the decision she had made.

She decided that she had to make a change, no matter what, and she didn't want to be slowly eroded by death and die in the dark.

So, she chose to believe, and she chose to take the sword, the sword that she still didn't understand what it represented.

"You're not the only candidate, nor the original candidate, but you're the one who is most like me. Perhaps, this is also fate. The voice from the other side of the mirror was tinged with a hint of weariness, but more of a will that was incomparably firm, a will sharper and unyielding than a sword.

"What am I going to do?" Yulia knew very well that what she wanted to get, she would give. Moreover, she also knew a secret, that is, if she held this Initial Sword, in the real world, the wooden sword she carried with her would also change.

Probably, that was the "fate" she chose.

"Getting stronger, from now on, you begin to have power, and according to your own choice, you awaken the talent of the Ripple Sword. This is the power I give you, and you are free to use it until we meet. The voice from the water mirror was firm and powerful, as if it directly transmitted strength and courage to Yuria's heart.

"Can you tell me, your name?" Yulia gripped the Initial Sword tightly in her hand, and the same strange and strange fluctuations began to surge around her as the first time. It was not an illusion or a dream, but a real force.

"My name is Lala, and some people used to call me the Sword Hero, but that was a long, long time ago......" The voice on the other side of the water mirror slowly disappeared, and the black and white swords representing the core of this land also disappeared into this world.

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