Chapter 628 Opposite Mood

Youlanweise Dust Tribulation Fire was conceived in an incubator.

Her biological parents are ordinary people, but her maternal grandfather is a magician, so her mother has received a good education since she was a child and has a high cultural level. She is only knowledgeable but not skilled, and there is no one that can enter the field of magicians.

Although the basic social unit of the family remains in the Tribulation Fire Temple, the closer you get to the world, the more pious your beliefs become, and the narrower the space left for other emotions in your heart. Ordinary people at the bottom who are only responsible for productive labor can actually breed sincere family affection; while nuns and knights,

Almost all of them devote themselves to their mother-in-law, and their children are basically handed over to the temple for unified care, and the parent-child relationship is almost severed.

Although Visser's mother is an ordinary person, because of her high level of knowledge and the fact that her grandfather is a magician, she successfully served as a temple nun, which is basically the best treatment a mortal can get... She will have a child with Visser, which has nothing to do with love. It doesn't matter, it's just that her genes are a good match with another knight, so she handed over her genetic factors and used the incubator to breed the next generation - she has never seen the father of Visser's bloodline.

It stands to reason that it is normal for her to have no feelings for Weisel, but Weisel has seen her almost every day since she became sensible. She would only ask Weisel to call her by her first name: Wei Yiou Yinai. The tip of her tongue should first touch her lower jaw, move it upward, and then gently press it against her teeth for the third time, Wei Yiou Yinai.

This was the first phrase Weisel learned.

The name Oranweise was also given to her by Viona. During Weisel's childhood, Vione occasionally brought her food and occasionally took her out to play, but mostly introduced her to the world.

The Silver Lamp Saint's intellectual enlightenment begins with a bedtime story every night.

At that time, little Weisel was not a ferocious wolf. On the contrary, she was a bit dull. She would not say anything when being bullied by other children, but would hide in a corner and cry in frustration. But the most boring time for her was when Viona took her to go shopping in the commercial center under the jurisdiction of the temple. Viona picked out a very nice children's clothing. Seeing that Weisel was five years old, she encouraged her to try it out alone. Change clothes in the dressing room.

In less than a minute, Wei Onai heard crying coming from the fitting room. When she went in, she saw that little Weisel was putting clothes on her head. She was dressed in a mess. As a result, she tripped and fell to the ground crying. Wei was so stupid. Onai couldn't help but laugh.

When she helped little Weisel change clothes, little Weisel was still sniffling and shedding big tears: "Yes, I'm sorry, I can't find that, that hole..."

"Why are you saying sorry to me?" Wei Onai smiled and said: "Didn't I teach you to find the cuffs before putting them on? Don't be so hasty next time, just put them on slowly."

"I'm afraid," Little Weisel lowered her head, "I'm afraid you won't wait for me."

Vione held little Weisel's face and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her thumbs.

"If I don't wait for you, no matter how fast you get dressed, I won't be there." Weionai rubbed little Weisel's head and said to the confused girl:

"If I wait for you, I will be there even if it gets dark."

So don't rush, take your time, I will wait for you. "

Snapped! Uh-huh! Zheng!

In the ruins at the bottom, the two people moved as fast as thunder and flowing water, their sword blades flew through the air, and their fists and claws attacked fiercely. They clashed several times in one second, like a violent storm facing thunder and fire. The battle was so fierce that it seemed that both of them wanted to put aside their The other party is dead!

However, upon closer inspection, I found that neither of the two Holy Domain magicians had raised the Holy Domain, and they did not add any new injuries during the high-intensity fight with each other.

The two people's movements were perfectly coordinated. Rather than saying that they are acting, it is better to say that this is an alternative way of communication.

He is waiting for me.

Weisel caught the long sword in the air and slashed down casually. Then Ash took the opportunity to pinch her wrist, and she almost put the hilt of the sword back into his hand.

He obviously doesn't know the truth yet.

Weisel leaned into his arms, grabbed his wrist with her left hand, and pressed her right arm against his neck. This move is to suppress the enemy by applying pressure to the throat, but Weisel's right arm is just pressed against Ash's throat. Not to mention causing pressure, it can even be considered gentle rubbing.

She stared at Ash with her eyes wide open, no longer concealing the smile on her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, showing a victorious smile. Even though Ash remained expressionless and fought back with his sword as if he were an enemy, Weisel was not angry at all and continued to cooperate with him in this fighting game.

In his eyes, I was obviously still the sinister and cunning Silver Lantern who had killed countless people and was full of evil deeds. I am obviously still his enemy, we still have irreconcilable conflicts, and his companions still pursue me fiercely.

But he is still willing to wait for me.

He didn't even know what to expect.

Compared to when Ash understood and supported her after knowing the truth, this scene now makes Weisel even more happy. All the grievances and sourness that emerged just now were swept away, leaving only sweet bubbles that exploded one after another in her heart, turning into a rain of fireworks.

Weisel knew Ash's character very well. Although it had nothing to do with such beautiful qualities as integrity, honesty, and perseverance, he despised evil from the bottom of his heart.

So much so that he himself is the kind of person who would be troubled by his conscience for a long time if he did even a little bad thing.

That is to say, they can coexist peacefully in a closed environment like the Divine Fire Trial and under the threat of the death crisis of Fangyuan Cicada. Even so,

Only when the two of them were about to die would he put aside his grudges and principles to appease Weisel, but at that time, he probably felt more pity and sympathy in his heart.

That's why Weisel is so happy.

It turns out that she is not alone. It turns out that someone is waiting for her even after dark. She never hides that she is a bad woman, so what she likes most is to make the people she likes willing to violate her principles for her, even if it is just out of the kindness of sharing life and death.

Weisel is now satisfied and does not want to continue to hide it stubbornly. She knew that as long as she confessed, Ash would definitely stop and listen to her defense, and if she found the last piece of the puzzle, Ash would understand her, support her, and even regret wronging her.

Weisel was a little angry just now, but now everything is gone. But she was not in a hurry. This game-like battle now had special meaning for her, and she wanted to enjoy this tenderness that belonged to the two of them for a while longer.

It might be random thoughts, it might be a decrease in physical strength, but it's more likely that she was slacking off. Weisel stepped on a stone with her heel, losing her balance and almost falling down.

At the same time, the sharp sword edge passed through the sky and aimed at her throat.

But Weisel wasn't worried at all. She even turned to look at Ash, expecting him to show a panicked expression.

Bits and pieces of silver blood floated in the air, frozen in time.

Weisel spread her wings and quickly retreated like a loon, luckily avoiding the edge of the sword. Although the sword strike slowed down in the end, it still scratched her throat.

But Weisel didn't care about this minor injury, she was used to looking at Ash's expression.

She saw Ash biting his lip, veins popping out as he clenched the sword in his right hand, his face distorted, his eyes full of sadness, anger, and guilt. These heterogeneous negative emotions rolled over and invaded each other, refining into a rusty and jagged sword. dagger. But Ash didn't aim the dagger at her, but aimed at himself, tearing open his chest, breaking his own flesh and blood, and sawing his own bones.

She wasn't the only one injured.

She wasn't the only one suffering.

The reason she was so happy was because Ash was willing to go against his principles for her.

And this was also the source of Ling Chi Yaxiu's pain.

Suddenly, the voice of the necromancer and the sound of the wind came from above: "Ash, let me help you!"

good. "

Ash only replied with one word, and then continued to swing his sword.

Only this time, it wasn't the gentleness that Weisel was familiar with.