"Knock knock!"

There was a knock at the door.

"It's me! Barbara!" The Dancing Goddess lowered her posture so low that she didn't even descend directly into the side hall where Mark was.

"Come in!" Looking at the dancing goddess with low eyebrows and a little trembling, Mark just wanted to laugh in his heart: "What's wrong?"

Even though she knew that it was unlikely to be spied on, Barbara raised her hand to add a layer of divine power barrier before she weakly spoke, "You, you didn't tell me that you were going to attack the army of the god of reincarnation! Once discovered, this is a declaration of war to tear up the covenant of the gods!"

Don't look at her as a god, this time she is really afraid.

Mark pitted her.

Even if she goes through the transformation of the magic circle and the tearing of the endless void storm, under normal circumstances, other gods will not be able to find the remnants of her divine power in the spatial turbulence, but everything is just in case.

When Mark got it done, he locked himself up.

He had been in for so long, and Barbara had been terrified for so long.

At this moment, how can she be like a goddess high in the eyes of believers?

On the surface, she came to Xingshi to ask for guilt, but wearing a dress that was completely different from her usual flamboyant clothes, similar to a strict version of the cheongsam, and with her nervous expression, she was clearly a female prisoner waiting for trial.

"Oh?" Mark raised his eyebrows, "Then I ask you, after you have been exposed to so many worlds, who will give you a ticket to escape destruction because of your beauty?" Do you dare to elaborate on what happened to you in other things?"

Mark's words, not to mention the five thunderbolts, made Barbara feel like she was almost scattered.

She trembled all over, and she couldn't stand on the spot, and a duck sat and collapsed on the luxurious carpet in the side hall.

Mark stood up, stepped forward, and looked down at her with a blank face, "Let me guess. Those Barbaras who didn't survive [Judgment Day] should be gone. You forcibly reduced yourself to a mortal, trying to escape, who would have thought that every thigh you hugged was not a real thigh......

Mark still has a paragraph to say, that is: If it weren't for every guy who seemed to have a thigh and sold her, most of them would have made some goddess no tragedy, and she wouldn't have turned to anyone in the Overworld and went straight to a little Mark Destini.

Mark leaned over step by step, his burly figure blocking the light from the top of the hall. In Barbara's vision, her entire body was shrouded in Mark's shadow.

She knew she was passive.

She shouldn't have been so passive.

She cried out in her heart: He is only a mortal, I am a god on high, Barbara, get up! Stop him! You can't give the initiative to a mere mortal.

Actually?

Her whole body trembled, and she couldn't move a finger.

It's like another Barbara who fails in a parallel world and becomes a plaything.

That's right, Mark guessed. If Barbara hadn't known that she had thrown herself into a hole in the ground, how could she have found a way to take refuge in him, the "spokesperson of the outer gods", so early?

He just guessed with the flow of fate.

I didn't expect ......

bingo！ All-in!

In the Destiny Horizon, the goddess in front of him who exuded dazzling light was not the object of his ability to manipulate fate, but because of his few cruel words, all the chaotic threads of fate suddenly became tame.

The system prompts an appropriate pop-up window: [Congratulations to the host for completely dominating the fate of Barbara, the goddess of dance, increasing the fate points by one million points, and obtaining 1,000 god-level fate points.] 】

Well?

Mark was stunned for a moment.

One million fate points is enough to prove that this goddess has a lot of rookies. It's probably the sum of the combat power of the local knights of the ten rounds of ***.

He is more concerned about god-level fate points, which means that he can weave the fate of gods, even if it can only target some weak chicken gods, or pry a small part of the fate of a powerful god.

But how to deal with it is a matter for later.

At this moment, his left hand gently stroked the face of the dancing goddess.

Until this moment, Mark found himself conservative. A layer of divine light covering Barbara's face suddenly swung out, revealing Barbara's true face.

Countless girls on the earth use beauty cameras, she is good, and she uses her divine power to put on an ugly appearance for herself, and she is stunned to reduce her appearance by three percent, to the limit that ordinary people can accept.

Barbara's beauty is an almost bewitching beauty, and her sexy and charming facial features make it easy for people to fall into madness for her at a glance. The most amazing thing is that Mark saw the reluctance in her eyes, and in order to please him, her face was like a flower, forcibly and shamefully blooming for him.

She's ready to come to her senses.

Mark's breathing became rapid.

For a moment, he hated himself for being so much more resistant to Mao's spirit.

On the other hand, he also knew that if he really wanted to do it, Barbara would not refuse, and in turn, she would compare him to other guys.

Mark didn't plan to do such a low-level thing.

He chuckled, "How long can you keep your beauty fresh with your bargaining chips?"

Barbara, who was ready to be gnawed by the dog, was stunned for a moment, but still answered truthfully: "An average of three months, basically no more than half a year."

It would be rude to ask any further.

Mark stopped at the point and said, "While you are still a god and the day of judgment has not yet arrived, sell more power to change the situation. This is the real "ticket"!"

This time, Barbara was really shocked.

She thought that like a lowly ***, giving everything she had and begging for mercy from the other party was already her only way out. Who would have thought that Mark would give her a more dignified path?

Who wants to kneel if they can stand?

"I...... Can I really do it?" Barbara raised her head with a little more hope in her eyes.

"If you don't work hard, you're going to lose everything. You're hard enough, I'll give you a ticket."

Although Barbara was still somewhat doubting the ability of the man in front of her, she realized that the thighs this time were essentially different from the thighs that all her clones had hugged before!

"Get up!" With his right index finger, Mark gently stroked Barbara's sharp chin and "lifted" her up: "Prepare for Minnie's fusion, and then, I will find a way to undo your ill-fated fate."

With enough Destiny Points, it won't be a problem to undo the bad luck that Minnie may encounter.

After an hour of ritual, Minnie's spirit body was completely integrated into the Valkyrie's body, and the superficial fusion was a blink of an eye, and the real soul body fusion was actually quite a long process.

Maybe it's a few days, or maybe a few months, no one knows how long Minnie will take.

On May 4th, the Lady of Anastasia, who was so busy that she had no hope in sight, suddenly received news.

"What? Mark has something to do with us?"