Standing on the balcony of the mobile golden villa she chose, with a glass of water in her hand, Diro Beauva watched the departure of the strange jet airship, of course, she felt Don Quixote's gaze, and waved her hand deliberately, until Don Quixote and others disappeared, her face showed a slightly weird smile, there is no good thing in the sky that pies fall, if there is, it must be a trap, so this woman is Apollo Ding, just used her divine power to disguise herself as a little bit, and the name, it happens to be the transliteration of Apollo Ding, which is also a bad taste of Apollo Ding.

"It seems that my father's record is really not wrong at all," when Don Quixote accompanied her to choose a villa, she used her 'spiritual energy' to scan the surroundings, and also took this opportunity to observe the people in the airship, basically this man is a guy wrapped in a woman, of course, judging from his behavior, this is not his original intention, I think it should be his innate soul caste is doing tricks, but this is not for Apollo. Ding, but it was a good thing, the man obviously liked to be surrounded by women, even if he wouldn't do anything to those women, but he wouldn't feel strange because a woman who was strange at first had a special affection for him.

Also, the reason why Apollo Ding said that he was a mage who liked and was good at soul spells was to be able to get close to Don Quixote's soul in the future, and then he could have a relationship with each other, so as to help him become a god of law, it is not an abrupt thing, after all, there is no reason for a god of law to go all out to help a strange man become a god of law, in addition to using the excuse of love, in fact, this is also the most brainless, the least need to explain the excuse, what reason do you need to fall in love with someoneEspecially if it's a guy like Don Quixote who has the power of rules in his soul.

Thinking of this, Apollo Ding took a sip of the water in the cup, and then raised his hand to look at the back of the hand that had been kissed by Don Quixote, "In the future, it is logical that I will gradually become very concerned about him, but before that, I should enjoy this strange "love" first." ”

Obviously, although Apollo Ding, who was invaded by the fragments of Don Quixote's soul, could ignore that 'temptation' by his own will, but in fact, Don Quixote's soul was like a sea, and she was more like a woman who relied on perseverance to prevent herself from taking drugs, and she still had to suffer to some extent mentally, and now she suddenly relapsed, and she actually had a refreshing feeling from the bone to the soul.

"Pap~Pap~Pap~"

Don Quixote, lying on the bed, was enjoying Char Jean's 'massage', "You just picked up another Dharma god casually, your luck is really good, dear." ”

"Well, I'm tired and half dead today, but hello," Don Quixote, squinting, kept stroking one of Char Qin's snow-white thighs with one hand, "Didn't I tell you? I have more than thirty mistresses outside, and this is one of them." ”

"Phew!"

"Okay, don't make a fuss," Don Quixote gently pinched Char Qin's little foot with one hand, "All in all, this woman has to be careful with her, but don't care too much about her, the strength has reached this level, if she doesn't really want to, no one can force her to do anything, think about you, who are also of this level, you should understand." ”

"Isn't it said that it is difficult for the gods to maintain their will, and will be assimilated by the power of the faith of the goddess of magic into an existence similar to the doppelganger of the goddess, and become a terrifying existence that will not be interested in anything but spells. Kyle, who was lying on the other side of the bed, asked with some confusion, "Although I glanced at her from a distance, I felt that she was normal, and there was nothing strange about her." ”

"Rommel isn't like that, oops, hate, don't scratch people's feet. Of course, this sentence was addressed to Don Quixote, as his wife, Char Jean also knew her husband's habits, and especially liked to play with women's feet, because this matter was not less ridiculed by these two women, but Don Quixote's thick skin was comparable to the wall of sighs, and he was still there to play with his own, even if you name the flowers.

"That's the only thing I have some doubts about," Don Quixote ignored Char Jean and continued to play with her little feet, so that Char Jean lost her balance and fell on top of Kyle, but fortunately, both of them were strong and there were no accidents.

"Then why don't you ask her," Char Jean retracted her foot in annoyance, and was dragged back by Don Quixote

"I thought, just when I wanted to go over, I heard some strange sounds in her room, but if you count the time, it should be over. ”

“”――

"This bastard," Char Jean decisively scratched his feet to relieve the itch after Don Quixote left, "every time you know to bully me, never bully you, Sister Kyle, no! I want to take revenge on him, I want to sleep with his woman!!"

Looking at Char Jean who rushed over, a trace of blush flashed on Kyle's face, obviously she was still not used to being given that by a woman, "Wait," Kyle, who knew that he couldn't scuffle Char Jean, immediately disarmed and threw his gun, "Jean, ah~~ I'll tell you a secret, you~~." ”

"What's the secret?" Char Jean, who took her mouth away from Kyle's chest, kissed Kyle's cheek with a wicked smile on her face, "Tell me about it."

"Wow~~" Compared with the bright lights of Don Quixote's house, Ji Shen Rommel's house is much darker, giving people a very quiet feeling, wearing wide pajamas, Rommel with a red tide on his face did not shy away from Don Quixote, and poured him a glass of water, and then she sat back on the sofa, "Is there something to do with me so late?"

"Where's Ms. Angela?"

"Sleep," Rommel was not embarrassed at all, "she did some exercise before bed, and she was a little tired."

"Ha, sleep, that's right, let's go cheat. ”

"Bang!" Naturally, Don Quixote said so in Rommel's house, and it was obviously not Rommel's ** who greeted him, but a huge pillow.

"Just kidding, kidding what do you think of that woman?" Don Quixote took the somewhat warm cup of tea and took a small sip.

"It's strange that Diro Beauva," Rommel didn't mind his exposed calves because of the warmth of the room, "I feel like she's a little dangerous, but she has nothing to do with us, and she really wants to be bad for the Sixth Ring, and she won't come out so swaggeringly, so she must really be willing to do it." ”

"It's about the same as I thought, so I'm here mainly to ask you how you people who have fused with the godhead of the true god avoid being assimilated by the godhead of the true god? ”

"How could you be interested in this question?"

"I want to know, are you a special case, or do you say that every god of law, the Eternal Knight King can do this, if you are special, then you can prove one thing, that woman is problematic to a large extent, since it is special, it will not be popular, if she reached that height through other means, I may not be so careful, but her soul is the same as you, there is a faint layer of soul fire on the outermost edge, and two people who ignore the rules of the world appear in the same place, which is not normal in itself, I have reason to suspect that she may follow'Lantes', otherwise, those great powers in the ancient era would not need to use other means to reach the strength level of the first column. ”

"In ancient times, they didn't choose to become the god of law and the eternal knight king because of this problem," Rommel raised one leg and stepped on the sofa, lit a cigarette for himself, and didn't care that Don Quixote would see his looming 'fat time', "It's a matter of faith, the true god of that era was not as strong as it is now, and people were far less firm in their beliefs than they are now, because the true god has only appeared for a long time, and people prefer to believe in themselves." ”

Obviously, the information that Don Quixote had learned had been changed again, but he didn't make too many differences, after all, it was normal for things like this kind of oral transmission in the world of Ferron to have some deviations, "In other words, can the Dharma God and the Eternal Knight King really reach the point where they will not be assimilated by the true godhead through some means?"

"Haven't you always wondered why Angela is just an ordinary woman, without any ability, but can accompany me for nearly a thousand years without aging? ”

"Lady Angela?" Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly, "What does this have to do with her?"

"Faith transfer," Rommel also saw a trace of confusion on the face of this man who seemed to know a little bit of everything, so he was also quite proud, after all, he had always had a stupid feeling in front of him, and this time it was a bad breath.

"It was I who fused the Godhead, but because the will of the true God contained in the Godhead, and the pure power of faith received through the Godhead, I transferred it to Angela's body, and under the wrapping of the power of faith, her time also stood still. ”

"However, Ms. Angela seems to be normal, except that she talks a little less."

"In this world," Rommel spat at Don Quixote, "there is a kind of human being, who is inherently holy, who gives a sense of detachment from the world, whose soul is not influenced or bewitched by external things, even by the power of faith in the true God, and who can maintain their will to read." ”

"Are you praising me?" Don Quixote sensitively captured the two key words of not being influenced by the outside and bewitching, but he thought of his soul for a moment, and he asked this, which also proved that Don Quixote believed in this woman very much, and even told her some secrets of his soul, such as the inability to be controlled by any magic and secret arts.

"Your Excellency Don Quixote," Rommel said with a deep look of contempt in his eyes, "please listen to what I said earlier, holy and far from the world, and besides, it is 'they' and not 'them,'" and it is evident that in the grammar of the Germans, the pronouns of male and female surnames are also pronounced differently.

"Ha," said Don Quixote, who was obviously a little too sensitive, but who was still interested in this kind of soul that resembled himself, "Wise Madam Rommel, I would like to hear about it." ”

"Hmph~" Rommel, who obviously finally defeated Don Quixote once, seemed a little proud, but when he thought of Don Quixote's soul was actually more special, in front of him, Angela's soul was nothing, and he was a little deflated, so he could only snort lightly, because although there are few people like Angela, there are always a few to find, but unfortunately a soul like Don Quixote, she has lived for more than a thousand years and has seen this time, and there is no need to say which is stronger or weaker.

"Angela, a person who lives in her own world, is like"

Looking at Rommel, who had not held back a word for a long time, Don Quixote sighed, put down the teacup in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, he created an illusion on the coffee table, and a small figure sitting on a chair appeared on the table, looking like Angela, with a lonely and lonely expression, and there was a spotlight above her head, but it only illuminated her feet and a small area around her, as if the world was divided into two parts," I think what you mean is that something outside of the lights can't get into Angela's heart without Angela's consent, right? (To be continued.) )