"Squeak~squeak~" Don Quixote, who was leaning on the sofa, scratched his hair, the cigarette in his mouth had been half burned, he was not surprised at all that Osiris suddenly became interested in the underworld transformation plan he wrote, it was obvious that as long as it was a true god, he would not be uninterested in all methods that could improve the purity of faith and the number of beliefs, and Osirius was very resistant to the plan of the first "altar of reincarnation" only because of the shadow of childhood.

However, this also made Don Quixote discover one thing, that is, it seems that these true gods, whether they are Osilies, Fira, or the Apollo Ding, what they have in common is that they are very emotional, in other words, they are not like the novels he read in his previous life, the true god is a combination of beliefs, without feelings, on the contrary, these women are almost the same as human beings except for their unrivaled strength

Don Quixote's gaze angle at this moment, just behind Osiris's side, in order to look at the codex placed on the small coffee table that was only knee-high, Osiris is leaning forward, reading word by word, although with the powerful spiritual power of the true god, she can read the entire content of the codex in an instant, but it seems that Osiris does not want to do this, but presses the text under the illustration with his fingers, moving little by little, the slow reading speed makes Don Quixote, an old bookworm, have a feeling of itching, So he couldn't stop his paws, and because he was a little familiar with Osiris during this time, plus his trust in his good popularity and soul, he quietly stretched out his sinful left hand to Osiris.

"Goo~" Don Quixote's right eye squinted slightly because of the cigarette smoke, his left eye stared at his left hand, approaching the back of Osiris's head little by little, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva with some nervousness, as if he was engrossed in reading the codex, Osirius did not notice Don Quixote's abnormal movement, and he did not have any precautions against this hand.

"Caught!" Don Quixote was snickering in his heart, at this moment his two fingers just pinched the corner of the cloak and hat that Osiris buckled on his head, "Huh~~" took a deep breath, Don Quixote's hand slowly dragged back, little by little, the cloak was pulled off by Don Quixote from Osiris's head, and there was still no reaction, at this moment, Don Quixote was relaxed, obviously, this true god doesn't seem to mind doing this, it seems that sometimes good popularity is good.

"Wow~" Finally, under Don Quixote's careful force, the cloak was pulled off, and then a waist-length black and beautiful long hair fell out of the cloak, giving Don Quixote a feeling of a tsunami pavement, "This is really long hair to the waist."

However, Don Quixote didn't remember to sigh a few words, and the cloak automatically rolled up all his hair and buttoned it up on his head, apparently although Osiris didn't mind letting Don Quixote take a look, he didn't seem to like the feeling of taking off his hat very much, "Actually, if you don't wear this black dress, I think there may be many people who believe in you."

Osiris turned her head slightly, although her face was calm, but the thick contempt in her two eyes was passed on to Don Quixote without a trace, and the meaning contained here Don Quixote himself interpreted it as whether my dignified Grim Reaper would rely on his appearance to attract believers or something like that, and then Osiris turned her head back and continued to look at the story written by Don Quixote about Meng Po and Meng Po Soup, of course, in the world of Feeron, this woman is not called Meng Po, Don Quixote gave her a new name, called Amanda Meng, and the pot of soup was also renamed the Water of the Forgotten River.

In fact, Don Quixote has wasted a lot of effort to localize the story of Meng Po, first of all, he must think about her origin, for this reason, Don Quixote wrote a story for this Amanda Meng, that is, the one that Osiris is watching at the moment, it took a lot of ink from Don Quixote, just to make this Mrs. Meng flesh and bones, the advantage of this is that Osiris can understand what kind of person this is, then, whether she uses her own clone to transform a Mrs. Meng, or grabs a powerful soul to transform, can ensure that this intelligent life is in the circle involved in Don Quixote, as for the so-called water of the river of oblivion, it is simple, with the ability of Osiris to delete all the memories in the soul, so that the soul becomes the most primitive spiritual energy, only a trace of fear of death can be retained.

"Amanda Meng knelt before the god of death, looking up at this powerful god who could control her life and death at a thought, the great goddess Osiris, I am willing to work for you forever and eternally, to boil the waters of the river of oblivion for you, just to see my husband again one day, even if he no longer remembers me, even if his appearance has changed, I just want to see him"

Osiris whispered the sentence and turned her head again, "If she begs me like that, I will definitely help her get her husband's soul out of the River Styx, and it won't be troublesome anyway." ”

"Don Quixote felt the urge to beat Osiris at this time, "your heart is very kind, but in fact, you must understand a truth, I have already stressed to you several times, never easily fulfill the wishes of these undead, that will make the wishes seem very cheap, and cheap things will not be cherished."

"Oh." ――

In the afternoon, Don Quixote lay on the bed, although the room was very bright, but because he was on the Liberty at the moment, there was no sunlight shining in his liking, his face was calm, but there was a trace of exhaustion, Kyle, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, gently pressed his husband's stomach, "Didn't sleep last night?"

Don Quixote closed his eyes and grabbed Kyle's little hand, "Yesterday I finished carving the magic array, and I was half tired to death, but Master Osiris stayed enough and wanted to go back to the underworld, in order to be able to keep her, I used all my energy to explain to her that I had never been so tired for one night, and now, she should still be reading the codex I wrote."

Kyle gently stroked Don Quixote's forehead with his other hand, giving him a Ferren's version of eye care, she had come here from the main city to talk to her husband about the wedding, but seeing that he was so tired, she swallowed back the words that came to her mouth.

However, Don Quixote didn't know where the two of them had a tacit understanding to the point where they could understand each other with a single look, so this man naturally wouldn't let his wife down, "Everything for the wedding is ready?"

"Ah, Kyle nodded, it's pretty much it, dresses, invitations, wedding rings, and a lot of goodies."

"Poof~" Don Quixote stretched out his hand and pulled Kyle into his arms, "I know how to eat."

"Hmph, I do."

"When the things here are done, probably in July or August, we can go back to Britain and get married," said Don Quixote stretched his waist fiercely, turned over and lay on Kyle's body, where was the tiredness of Fang Cai, and the whole person looked so energetic.

"Xiaotang, what are you going to do?"

"My dear, I've been living with Jean lately, and I've finally had this chance to be alone. ”

"Aren't you sleepy?"

"With you, you won't be sleepy"-

"What's wrong?" Kyle, who seemed to be on the rise, saw that her husband suddenly stopped moving, and opened his somewhat misty eyes and asked.

"It's okay," Don Quixote lowered his head slightly and kissed Kyle gently, "I was a little hard just now, my leg cramped, continue, continue"

After a while, Don Quixote became energetic, but Kyle curled up in the bed and slept again, carefully dressed, and left the bedroom.

In the corridor, Osiris was leaning against the wall and was holding the codex and looking through it, obviously waiting for Don Quixote, and the same was true of the meal just now, Osiris, who didn't seem to be in the habit of knocking on the door, saw two snow-white bodies rolling on the bed as soon as she came in, she didn't feel anything about it, in fact, she had seen such a scene many times, because of the sudden death of copulation, and the soul that was harvested by her, she had seen it countless times in thousands of years, so naturally she would not have any reaction to this scene.

But Don Quixote was a little embarrassed, seeing that Osiris was still a little embarrassed to open his mouth to speak, in the final analysis, he hadn't practiced Osiris's pampered mentality, "Ahem~ That one, Lord Death, do you have anything to do with me?"

Osiris turned her head, glanced at Don Quixote, whose skin was still ruddy, and shook the codex in her hand, "I've read it once, I don't understand a lot of things, you have to explain it to me, otherwise, I'll take you to the underworld to help me build it."

“”

"Are you ready?" Osiris put down the codex in her hand and asked abruptly.

"Huh?" Don Quixote was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the corridor behind him, "Is it right here for you to explain?"

Osiris nodded.

"Okay, I'm ready."

"Poof!" It was that finger again, and it lightly touched the same place on Don Quixote's forehead, Don Quixote only felt a blur in front of him, and the next moment he appeared on the land he absolutely did not want to appear, the underworld!

"Ahem~" Don Quixote felt that his throat was a little salty, because what he was breathing at the moment was definitely not oxygen, obviously he was in a soul state now, thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at Osiris, "My lord, you shouldn't have brought me to the underworld."

Osiris shook her head slightly, stretched out her finger and pointed to her forehead, "I used what you humans call the sea of consciousness to deliberately construct a non-existent world, which is the same as the real underworld, except that there is no soul, you just need to help me build a underworld you envision here, I will use this as a template to transform the underworld, if the effect is really the same as what you said, I can promise you to make you my chosen one, give you the projection of the scythe of death, and give you the right to summon my doppelganger." ”

"Then are you really Lord Osiris?" Don Quixote looked at Osiris in front of her with a slight bow, at this moment she was not wearing the familiar robe of the Grim Reaper, but wearing a long black dress, although it was the kind with a high neck, but it still proved one thing, that is, this woman was not the three-free girl in Don Quixote's mind, at least her breasts were very large, and her waist-length hair was tied with a ribbon around her neck, hanging quietly behind her.

Because the underworld is a place where there is no wind, it is impossible to have that kind of girl-like artistic conception of the wind blowing and dancing, but it still reminds Don Quixote of a person, that is, a supporting character in another comic he once watched, Pandora in "Saint Seiya - Hades Chapter", of course, these are not the focus of Don Quixote's question just now, the real point is that it seems that Osirius's words suddenly increased.

"What's wrong?" Osiris looked down at herself, "Is there a problem?"

"No," Don Quixote scratched his hair, "I just found you out of nowhere" Don Quixote's voice paused, he wanted to say that you had a lot of words, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was a little inappropriate to say so, so he turned sharply, "You are so beautiful in this suit, I don't even dare to admit it!"

"Oh, thank you." (To be continued.) )