0p0 Chapter 329... is it better not to name it?
Chapter 329... is it better not to name it?
Lithost, whose office is located in Ruimu, doesn't want to do anything today except for the Ten Arts War.
In addition, he wanted to have a final supper—though his men thought it was an unprecedented move by Lithost to give himself a break.
Once the boss made his statement, his subordinates naturally responded quickly. After Litost made his statement, several men in black robes immediately took away the documents piled up on the desk. The last one to arrive even thoughtfully covered the desk with a white tablecloth to prevent oil stains from getting on Litost's desk later.
"A white tablecloth..."
Lithost drifted off into thought as he stared at the tablecloth.
"Lord Lithost, is there anything you need? What would you like to eat?"
"No, there are no requirements. Anything is fine."
Ironically, Litost was more concerned about the white tablecloth than the flavor of his last meal—the tablecloth wrapped around the dining table like a shroud, and the poor ventilation made the indoor air stale. Litost suddenly felt that his office was more like a temporary morgue for the living dead than an office and residence.
Although, he couldn't possibly leave behind a body.
"Lord Littlest."
Lithost raised his eyelids slightly. Oh, it was one of his trusted confidants, Green.
Green moved closer to him and passed him a menu and another document.
"I apologize for interrupting your enjoyment. However, we have noticed that some of the fighters are upset because of your behavior in the ring earlier..."
He paused for a moment and glanced at Lithost's expression. Fortunately, it remained calm and indifferent, so he should be fine.
"They jointly appealed to the competition organizing committee, demanding that your participation be cancelled, and some even threatened to bring you to justice..."
Lithost smiled and took the document, glancing at it casually—he knew exactly what had happened, and it was not much different from what he had expected; it was just the prelude to the drama of someone accusing him.
Green lowered his head slightly. He didn't understand what Lithost wanted to do either, but he still had to report what needed to be reported.
"Sir, although the organizing committee is entirely composed of our own people, some contestants are demanding an explanation from you..."
Litost's smile was tinged with mockery and contempt before he threw the file onto the table.
"Explanation? I don't need to explain to anyone. Everything I do in the ring is to secure a victory. If they feel it's unfair, they can defeat me fair and square in the ring, or even kill me. Oh, by the way, Mr. Green, have you read the new tournament rules? Tomorrow I will accept all contestants' challenges in the ring until the very end. Whoever can step over my dead body will be this year's God of Shadow Rider."
"what?!"
Green's eyes widened like saucers; he clearly hadn't expected Lithost to make such a crazy decision.
"Sir, are you...are you sure you're not mistaken? Or am I deaf?"
Litost waved his hand dismissively.
"You heard me right, I was planning to stay on this stage anyway... Never mind, that's fine, I'm hungry."
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"Are you awake?"
Qiong opened her eyes groggily and saw Kiana standing by the bed.
However, at this moment Kiana was staring at his chest with her arms crossed. When she saw that he was awake, she was stunned for a moment, and then her face darkened.
Following Kiana's gaze, Qiong looked down and noticed that her collar was slightly open, revealing some skin—with faint black lines on it…
The Ten Signs of Misfortune?!
It's not complete yet; it only has a vague outline.
"This is……"
"It's the curse of an evil god."
Or rather, it's a blessing from an evil god... Simply put, it's an immature Stigmata. That guy, who should be the Martian god, was willing to give it to Sora. According to Kiana's understanding, it can be interpreted as a divine declaration that Sora is now under her protection. From now on, Sora can do whatever she wants on Mars.
Of course, Kiana wouldn't say these things; this is a curse!
"A curse? Kiana, what kind of curse is this?"
How would she know?! By her standards, it would be nothing more than some power (but Qiong's body is strong enough to withstand many units of power without exploding) plus cross-time and space positioning! Anything more... would it be to let the person blessed be tainted by her?
Kiana frowned, suppressing her displeasure: Sora can have gray or white hair, but she can never have black hair!
Fortunately, she acted in time and suppressed the spread of the black thing.
But she was still unhappy. On one hand, she was upset with Qiong. How long had it been? He had already made contact with the Martians. On the other hand, she was naturally upset with the local god. She had taken every precaution to protect Qiong from the Martians, so how could there be another god?
annoying!
Kiana?
Seeing that she didn't speak, Qiong called out again. Kiana, coming back to her senses, was naturally annoyed.
"Who knows what the effects will be? It's definitely not a good thing! This curse might slowly erode your body, making you lose yourself and turn you into a puppet that can't betray you; it might force you to have nightmares every night, making you provide them with fear; it might even take a liking to your handsome face, give you a location so that this alien can't leave Mars, and lock you up to be a bandit's wife!"
"It shouldn't be that bad..."
Qiong wanted to laugh it off, but when he thought of the ferocious-looking Leera's desperate desire for Sinadia's return, he had to seriously consider it: You may not believe in Kiana's reliability in normal times, but this is the judgment given by the God of the End, right? Can you find someone more authoritative than her?
Kiana's angry words sent a shiver down his spine, a fear mixed with a surge of rage. He stared at the still-developing Ten Evil Symbols on his chest—if they were to fully form, would he truly be controlled?
Don't forget what the power of "Pleasure," one of the Seven Arts, is.
"What's wrong? Are you scared now?"
Qiong gasped, he didn't want to become a victim of the Chongnu finding her mother.
Therefore, he decisively cast a pleading look at Kiana, one of his best friends.
"Paramecium, you idiot! I don't want to die!"
"You damned bastard, can't you at least try to be nice when you're begging?!"
Kiana was speechless at Sora's shout and rolled her eyes, but she still decided to help solve the problem and selflessly not add any conditions.
Kiana wouldn't take advantage of someone in distress.
"Alright, alright, stop howling. I've already suppressed it; this curse won't succeed so easily."
"Kiana, you're so reliable! I'm going to love you to death!"
Excitedly, Qiong straightened her clothes and immediately jumped off the bed, giving her a big hug: "See, it's so good to have reliable teammates! With the End in hand, isn't that a sure thing?"
Now she doesn't have to worry about being captured by the mad god of Mars to save her sun!
"Ugh?"
But Kiana didn't respond immediately; her eyes reddened.
"Hey hey hey hey hey! What did you say? You love me to death? That's wonderful! I knew it, I knew you actually had feelings for me all along, it's just because of Mei..."
Objectively speaking, when Sora is excited, she sometimes says things that are sure to shock and shock. She has told others "I love you to death" more than once, and even Welt Yang has received this compliment. But for Kiana, this is the first time Sora has said this to her in real life...
Her face flushed, but not from embarrassment, but from excitement! She was so happy! Her head felt like it was about to explode!
"Kiana, is there any way to completely break this curse?"
Feeling he had gone too far, Qiong released the hug, but Kiana grabbed his wrist without saying a word.
"Of course, there are..."
Kiana stared at him intently, her eyes red.
"There is a solution, but it comes at a small price..."
"What price? What price?"
Qiong was puzzled and sensed something was wrong. Red eyes? If not purple, they should at least be blue. Are these red eyes normal?
Kiana's lips curled into a smug smile, her eyes filled with undisguised greed... What's going on?
"You know, I'm just a Honkai energy body right now, and this amount of Honkai energy is not enough to completely remove the curse. I have to stimulate your body's potential... It would be best to make you extremely agitated. I only have one way."
Kiana made a circle with her thumb and middle finger together, and then passed her index finger through it.
"The price is that I have to help you circulate your Honkai energy, resulting in close contact—don't worry, I'm just Honkai energy right now, you haven't done anything~"
Qiong's eyes widened, and her face flushed red to her ears.
"Paramecium, you must be joking! What kind of weird method is this!"
Qiong tried to pull her hand away, but Kiana gripped it even tighter.
"Qiong, this is a dual cultivation method of the Divine Continent Void Sword Qi that I learned from the class monitor... Anyway, just know that this is the class monitor's unique skill! To help you break the curse, I don't care about anything, so what do you, a grown man, care about? Stop being coy! I'll replace that filthy thing with a Holy Mark! You don't want to be controlled as a puppet by a god you don't know, do you?"
Kiana blinked, her face serious. Qiong was torn; on one hand, he thought the idea was absurd, but on the other hand, he was afraid of the curse. But looking at Kiana, whose eyes were practically sparkling with laughter, he felt something was off…
"Even though you say that, I still can't do it."
Qiong turned her head away, pretending not to see.
"Is there anything more conservative... um!"
Suddenly, Sora's back slammed heavily onto the soft bed, and Kiana's sweet scent swept in like a storm outside the door. Her hands gripped his wrists and pressed him against the bed, the force so strong that Sora couldn't break free.
"Kiana, you've gone too far!"
Ke Qiong's protest was silenced by a sudden, suppressed kiss.
This could be considered a gentle kiss, but Kiana's lips seemed to convey a sense of conquest rather than a kiss. In addition to kissing, she even extended her soft tongue to try to pry open Sora's mouth—so what if Sora bit it off in anger? She was just a Honkai energy body.
Kiana's counterattack was met with no metallic taste from the clanging of her teeth, since Kiana's state could not be called "human." He struggled to turn his head, but Kiana's relentless bite held on tightly, her loose ponytail perfectly blocking all escape routes for his head.
"You idiot, Na, are you crazy?"
Qiong, panting, stared at Kiana, who simply smiled slightly.
"Don't you want one too? I remember you're an expert in this area~"
"Stop defaming my reputation! What you're doing is—"
"Have you thought about Mei, Bronya and the others' feelings? Don't worry, I support you..."
Qiong was speechless. Kiana was too ruthless on one hand and too alluring on the other. With her bare chest and breasts exposed, his Dao heart was about to shatter!
"Right, right, I wasn't making this up! You said it yourself: your ability can enhance 'sticks' so that sparks fly with lightning, and can even turn them into 'fire pokers.' Under certain circumstances, you can even use 'hypnosis apps,' not to mention time stop!"
Qiong was both ashamed and angry, his face flushed red. He forcefully flipped over and pinned Kiana beneath him.
"Kiana, if you keep acting like this, I'm really going to get angry!"
Qiong's eyes widened in anger, but his mind was in complete turmoil.
Kiana didn't care at all; instead, she laughed even harder, wrapped her arms around Sora's neck, and whispered.
"Honey, stop being stubborn. To break the curse, just cooperate. You actually want it too, right? Angry? Go ahead and have it! I can have it!"
As she spoke, she deliberately rubbed against Qiong's chest, tugged at Qiong's already rebellious lower body, and even beckoned with her finger in a provocative manner.
Although it's a bit radical, this emergency situation only allows for success; failure is not an option!
Looking at Kiana's extremely irritating face, Qiong felt that Kiana was betting that she wouldn't dare to make a move, so her anger reached its peak.
A moment later, with Kiana's "Come on," his mind was still somewhat foggy, and he felt that this scene seemed familiar.
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Ice skating battles, especially the "Grand Trial" game, are still too torturous...
Alas, this is temptation. If you can't resist temptation, you're prone to making mistakes.