Suddenly, the visible marks on Fisher's lips were like sparks that ignited a barrel of dynamite, completely igniting Rafael's fiery dragon.

She and Fisher had been intimate so many times, and of course he had left similar irregular pink marks on himself, that Rafael could almost instantly recognize what was on his lips.

Could it be that the woman called "Renee" left it?

She had just returned from Jasmine, and it was obviously impossible for that little girl to make such unrestrained traces. And the one called "Renee" seems to be a witch, and it makes sense that there is a little mysterious method.

So, of course, the biggest suspicion in Rafael's heart fell on the witch lady who came and went without a trace and she had not seen much.

Even if Emhardt explained many times on the side, perhaps in her opinion, this Shushu and Fisher were of course in collusion, and it was common for them to deceive themselves and cover up, so Emhardt's cover also failed, so she had to lie on the table next to her aggrievedly and pretend to be dead to avoid the war.

But Emhardt's grievances are secondary, and when it comes to grievances, there are few people in the world who can have the grievances of Fisher in the room now.

He swore to the Mother Goddess that he had just studied magic while reading the Soul Replenishment Manual, and then he saw the shortcut to improve the power of the soul that Caleb Uzi had researched, and he wanted to give it a try, but who knew that he had made a lot of big questions that Fisher even puzzled, including but not limited to his blank past life, the soul power that came out of nowhere, and the identity of the mysterious woman who placed herself at the door of the church school.

Fisher was confused by these incomprehensions, and his lips had a little "scar" inexplicably, probably left by the time he was studying the method, in short, it was definitely not left by a lady, but it was more similar to a strawberry in shape and appearance

However, he also remembered that when he meditated on the name of the "ocean", he did have the feeling of being rubbed with oil, could it be that it was left at that time?

Fisher also doesn't know, the current top priority is, of course, to coax Rafael, and for coaxing her, Fisher also has his own set of physical methods.

The moon was scarce, and the candles in Fisher's room were gradually extinguished, allowing the vague moonlight outside to spread the floor like water, illuminating Fisher's sage-like thoughts.

The room was quiet, and Rafael, with only a ruddy face and a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, lay on Fisher's chest with a slight gasp, exhaling a little fragrant heat.

The scales on her body swayed slightly, and wisps of docile steam that were invisible to the naked eye continued to emerge from them, staining the bedding and her skin slightly damp, sticking to her long rosy hair, making her squint comfortably, and hugging the people around her a little tighter.

"Are you better?"

Beside him, Fisher's inquiry came, Rafael closed one eye, and the other eye looked up at him, and denied,

"Not at all"

"Not at all?"

Behind her, the slender tail leaking from between the scattered futon patted the bed comfortably, and then nodded.

Fisher looked down at her in confusion, only to find that she had also lazily raised her head to look at him.

Rafael puffed out a little cheek imperceptibly in response to Fisher's gaze, his tail sweeping the floor like a sweep on the bed, and his turquoise eyes kept swirling next to the extremely conspicuous kiss mark on the other's lips.

Then, in Fisher's slightly stunned expression, she leaned over some of her heads and kissed him fiercely on the other side of his lips, just as far as the previous traces had been left behind.

"Poof!"

She kissed Fisher on the lips with extreme force, and Fisher remained motionless and allowed her to do so, until dozens of seconds had passed, when she gasped for breath and retreated some distance, squinting at the place where she had just cultivated.

As a result, no matter how much she tried her dead strength, she couldn't leave a strawberry kiss mark like the one on Fisher's mythical lips.

Rafael propped himself up, his slightly bulging cheeks bulging bigger and bigger, and the tail swept behind him shook unhappily like the tail of a rattlesnake, and Fisher laughed dumbly.

Before she could open her jaws and decide to bite with her sharp dragon teeth, Fisher gently grabbed her head and pulled her back into his arms.

She struggled slightly, and after not struggling away, she lazily found another comfortable place in his arms and lay down, staring at him with dead eyes in turquoise eyes, and he could only explain,

"It's not a kiss mark, it's just a trace from studying magic."

"Huh."

Rafael ignored his explanation, and only bit down on his abs, as if tickling, but expressed the situation that "the explanation is invalid".

But Fisher himself felt that this was the case, if there was really a lady with such great powers, then he would probably still be weak-minded, but now there is no is nothing, how can he explain it.

However, Rafael did not seem to think that she was some kind of unwarranted lady anymore, and she said,

"You've just been, definitely not studying magic. Study magic so that you don't hit the table with your head, and it's so painful. What the hell were you doing, wasn't it, related to how to defeat demons? ”

"Nope."

Fisher's palm wrapped around Rafael's delicate body, straight through the long, waterfall-like rosy hair, allowing it to run through his fingertips.

Rafael's body trembled, but he did not let go of the perfunctory Fisher,

You're lying."

"What am I lying, haven't I already told you? Those demons have not broken away from the seal of the Mother Goddess, they just need me to enter the Demon Dynasty and reactivate their seal. ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"It's as simple as that."

Fisher smiled, but some thoughts flashed through his eyes.

He only suddenly remembered what he had just seen, his soul had no past, and there was no past life, which was completely inconsistent with the knowledge of the soul given by Caleb Uzi.

What is the situation, and why does your perspective stop abruptly the moment you see that strange woman?

This means that it is very likely that you do not have real parents at all, and you may have been created by some being, such as the woman you saw.

Or is this the real reason why Tsubaki said that he was "special" before?

So, why is one's own special endowed to oneself, who is that mysterious woman, did she create herself, and if so, then what purpose does she have?

Even Fisher himself didn't expect that when he knew that he didn't have a past life, he would have a feeling of fear in his heart.

If you don't have a past life and are artificially created, then is it possible that the people you meet and the things you experience are arranged, and you are walking according to someone's plans and calculations?

He is even afraid that everything he has now is false, that everything he has experienced is artificially arranged, or that any soul who yearns for freedom will have such fears.

It's a pity that Fisher is not a person who has transferred from another world, he doesn't know the story of "Truman's World", but he can understand the same state of mind as the protagonist Truman.

"Rafael, do you believe in fate?"

In silence, he looked at Rafael, who was lying on top of him, a little drowsy, and opened one of her comfortable squinted eyes, looked at Fisher, and nodded back,

"Fate. Fate, you mean? ”

"It's a little similar, but the fate I'm talking about may be a conscious being like a god A long time ago, I read a play by Nari that a puppeteer was very skilled, and he made a lifelike and conscious puppet called 'Duke'. He didn't tell the puppet that he was a puppet, making him think he was a living person. So, Duke wandered around Saint-Nari and got to know many people, including a peasant girl who was washing clothes. Duke fell in love with the laundry girl at a glance. ”

Fisher, recalling the story of the play, touched Rafael's shoulder and said,

"As in any adventure story, one day, a rich boy who behaved like a washer fell in love with the washergirl and wanted to take possession of her. The girl was unwilling, but she couldn't resist the son, so she had to wash her face with tears every day.

When Duke learned of this, he consulted with other acquaintances to find evidence of the rich boy's daily misdeeds, and sued the rich boy to the court of the Golden Palace to rescue the washergirl. Under the cheerful story, he went through hardships and dangers along the way, and with the help of many people who consulted, he finally found the evidence of the son's guilt, sued him in court, and finally won the victory

"Just when Duke defeated the wicked and was about to enjoy the pinnacle of life and the climax of the drama, music suddenly sounded around the courtroom, and the puppeteer came out with the song It turned out that everything was part of the puppeteer's play, the rich boy, the washerwoman, the friends who helped Duke, all the puppeteer's actors, they bowed to the other real audience, and Duke stood in place, blankly feeling the audience's playful gaze"

In the Nari language, the name "Duke" is actually the same as "joke", which is what the story is about.

Rafael opened all her eyes, she thought for a moment, and said,

When our dragon race is born, the elders will follow the guidance of the soul to give each dragon a name, and the name will generally have a special meaning, representing the future fate of that dragon race."

"What does the name 'Rafael' mean in fate?"

It means 'gentle and virtuous'."

"Really?"

Fisher glanced at Rafael yawning in his arms in surprise, and the surprised look made Rafael slightly stunned, and then bit him on the chest, muttering in passing,

"Why, am I not gentle?"

“.”

If you let go of the dragon's teeth that were biting on me now, I might really feel that way.

However, even Rafael herself felt that it was not appropriate to describe herself as "gentle and virtuous", so the next moment, she gently let go of Fisher's skin and said,

"So, I never believed in fate, the so-called fate, the time, the momentum. There may be a moment we don't know we will have an inevitable end, but until then, we must have made countless choices to make the end to that moment. Maybe I had the chance to really be a gentle 'Rafael,' but when I decided to go out of the tribe and decide to be with you and then I decided to part with you for a while, everything fate had decided to part ways with me."

Listening to Rafael's words, Fisher also thought of the phoenixes' interpretation of fate and the choices they made.

This made his heart a little more comfortable, maybe his fate had been made in his blank past life, but from birth to the present, every decision he made was made from the heart of his own decision.

Even if what he did was calculated by something really powerful (such as the woman with the strange scar on her hand), he should do it.

I see, Rafael. I'm going to leave for the Demon Dynasty tomorrow, you must be careful when you lead the army, don't take the initiative to fight, you are not the opponent of those two demons, only by resealing them back into the dynasty, will the Dragon Court have a chance to live. ”

Rafael persuaded, but when he said this, her tail cocked unnaturally.

She was worried that Fisher would come because of what stupid things she and Long Ting had done wrong, but now that what she had just said helped him make up his mind?

"Smack."

Her tail wagged restlessly and hit Fisher's thigh, causing him to look at Rafael in confusion,

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, if that's the case, I'm going to let Jasmine go with you tomorrow."

Fisher was slightly stunned, and the first thought in his heart was: Is there such a good thing?

Could it really be the gift of fate that allowed me to unconsciously resolve the contradictions between them?

If so, it's debatable whether such a thing as fate is good or bad

But seeing Fisher's "unexpected" look, Rafael narrowed his eyes dangerously, poked his tail around him like a needle, and said in passing,

"Heh, it's just that Jasmine has nothing to do here for the time being, and she can help you with her, and I can also arrange strategic deployment through Jasmine knowing the specific situation within the dynasty. In such an urgent situation, if you dare to secretly do something bad behind my back."

"I'll just go with that friend, Jasmine stays by your side, and you and she will be safer."

“.”

Rafael was silent, she closed her eyes comfortably, and lay motionless on top of him, ready to rest.

The room gradually fell silent, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

It's just that no one expected that the sea of souls in the spirit world seemed to have a little wonderful connection with Rafael at this moment, firmly locking its lower abdomen. (End of chapter)