Chapter 1277 Your Silver Lamp

"Then what name should we give our child? By the way, is it going to be Heath? But Ash said that this is not his real surname, and his name is only Ash... Is it after our surname? Or is it just Ash? ?”

"If we are already God-lords by then, should we raise our children in the human world or in the Kingdom of Heaven?"

"Speaking of which, what should my child call Sword Princess?"

Diya was daydreaming about the future with great interest, while Ash and Sonia looked at each other, unable to do anything about the witch who was thinking outside the box.

"ah!"

"What's wrong?"

"If we have a child, wouldn't your attention be further divided, Ash?" Diya rubbed herself in Ash's arms and muttered, "Now that I think about it, I still don't want a baby..." No, even if I don’t want Sword Girl, they might still want it... In other words, Ashiu’s love will be snatched away by our future children sooner or later?”

Sonia raised her head and stared at Ash, she was also curious about how Ash would respond.

"I don't like everyone's children." Ya Xiu was a little dumbfounded: "It's because I like you, that's why I like our children."

He spread his hands and said, "And no matter how many children I have in the future, you will always be my beloved daughter."

"Huh?" Sonia blinked.

"Ah?" The witch looked up at Ash.

Ash immediately covered his mouth and shook his head wildly, with a "I'm not, I didn't say goodbye" expression of rejection three times in a row, as if the person who just spoke was not him, but some evil fallen soul who was seduced by the witch.

"Say it again." The witch sat on him, her eyes bright and full of expectation: "Can you say it again."

"I just said this to Liz who was sleeping. Don't get me wrong."

"I didn't misunderstand. I know you were telling Liz, so why don't you say it again? I just like to hear you coax Liz."

"don't want!"

"I don't know what is good or bad, and the crime of disobedience to the Queen is increased!" The witch looked down at Ash: "I understand, you must be too relaxed to accidentally tell the truth, so I just need to make you more relaxed... Sure enough, it will take an hour I can’t tap into your full capabilities!”

She went over and picked up the miracle bracelet on the bedside table and contacted Weisel: "Silver Lamp, I want to increase the clock!"

"Can't."

The sound did not come from the halo, but echoed in the room. I saw silver light gathering in the dim room, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a bride and fell down, landing exactly on the fixed seat where the Sword Princess and Witch had just sat.

Sonia was stunned.

Di Ya was dumbfounded.

Ash didn't dare to move.

The surface of the spirit's body glowed with silver light like a breathing lamp. She maintained her duck-sitting posture, and her body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath, her throat grumbled, and said slowly: "It's a bit... beyond imagination."

"I lost." Di Ya was convinced: "I will leave for a while, and you can still grab the position!"

Why do you guys talk like you are fighting for a seat in an Internet cafe...

Ash took Weisel's hands and said, "Yin Lan, good evening."

"Good evening." She nodded slightly, glanced at the Sword Lady and the Witch, and suddenly raised their skirts with her fingers.

Sonia blushed angrily and covered her skirt, and said angrily: "You all need to confirm, right?"

"After all, Sword Lady, you have been collecting it for so long, and you are suddenly willing to share it..." Weisel said seriously: "I have actually thought about whether this is a honey trap. For example, when we were unable to move, you suddenly burst out and gave us a gift. The most dreamy death..."

"Let's put it this way," Diya suddenly said: "The first time I made puffs, I seemed to feel a chill..."

Sonia blinked and turned her head away from their eyes, "I didn't think so."

Yaxiu and Diya felt a chill on the back of their necks at the same time. It turned out that the hour just now was really a miracle. They seemed to have just passed death, and maybe even wiped out the frozen shoulder.

"It's great that you, Sword Princess, can accept the witch." Instead of getting up, Weisel slowly leaned down. The silver light on her body became brighter and brighter, and her trembling became more and more intense. "Then I can peacefully fulfill my role as a witch." The additional responsibilities that must be borne by the cultivating gods.”

"I always feel like you're mocking me..." Ashi was gagged midway through his rant.

The magician and the god embraced each other, their lips and teeth entangled like glue like honey. Sonia and Diya looked stupidly on both sides at this infatuation that crossed the boundary, and their skin turned soft pink without knowing it. Among the four of them, only Weisel can compete with Ash on the kissing stage, followed by Sonia. As for Wei Xi and Diya, they are basically silver-level rookies who break down at the first touch and are led around the whole time.

Therefore, the confrontation between Ash and Visser is also the most beautiful, just like two pythons entangled with each other but so smooth that they can easily win or lose.

When the lips parted, a ray of silver light extended from Weisel's lips to Ash's body, quickly forming blood vessel-like veins throughout Ash's soul body.

Ash felt heat gushing out of his limbs: "This is..."

"Comprehensive Strengthening Miracle." Visser wiped the corner of his mouth: "The elegance of a cat, the strength of a bear, the explosion of a leopard... although the bonus is not much compared to your own quality, it is better than nothing. But this miracle is the biggest The effect is to fully restore your physical strength and increase the intensity of your energy and blood based on the physical strength you have just consumed. That is, the more tired you were just now, the more excited you will be now."

Diya's eyes lit up: "Yes, we can also use miracles and wonders to enhance the experience!"

"I have been studying this miracle for a long time, and I have just perfected it recently." Weisser smiled slightly: "If I am lucky, according to the test results tonight, I may be able to get involved in the field of life and greatly increase your probability of fertility."

Ash blinked, confused: "But can the Silver Lamp God be related to the field of life?"

"Yes." Weisser grabbed Ash's hands, took off the bride from the front, and pressed Ash's palms with two plump balls that were about to burst out, "Because I am not only your Silver Lamp..."

She bit Ash's ear and whispered: "It is also your Ren Lamp."

Ash felt that his brain was almost unable to turn, and his whole body seemed to be boiling with blood. When he wanted to turn around, he was pressed by Weisser.

He looked at Weisser in confusion, and Weisser smiled and said: "Have you forgotten that I am your lover, so you don't have to move, just leave everything to me. You must be tired after serving the Sword Princess Witch, now it's my turn to serve you-"

"No."

The magician turned around and pressed the god underneath, his whole body was hot and his breathing was burning, but his eyes were unusually bright.

"Tonight is our first night," he looked down at Weisser, "How can a magician obey the control of the gods?"

Weisser blinked, and a faint blush appeared on her silvery face. She seemed to melt into a pool of water, and her eyebrows and eyes were charming: "Tough Ash... is also very good."

But Ash still had a question: "By the way, Silver Lantern, why is your body always glowing?"

"Because the Silver Lantern spirit is a glowing spirit. I didn't glow before because I deliberately suppressed it. When I lost control, the silver light that symbolizes the nature of the gods The lamp will light up naturally, so..."

"Ash, if you want to control the gods," Weisser hugged Ash tightly and whispered softly: "Don't let my lamp go out."

......

...

There is also calligraphy in the magician world. For example, the cursive calligraphy commonly used in ancient witchcraft also needs to grind ink first, dip a thick brush in ink, and spread the thick ink on the silver-white paper. When writing, the force penetrates the back of the paper, vigorous and powerful, free and easy, the strokes need to be sometimes shallow and sometimes deep, and the last stroke must be thick and colorful, so that a good word that touches the soul can be written.