Parthenon, Goddess uninvited guest sneaked into the residence of Saint Asharuya. Outside the window, the moonlight is charming. Inside the window, the saint, who was dressed lightly in a transparent black gauze dress, was leaning on a recliner and reading a book. Under the light, the curvy figure was perfectly outlined by the gauze dress. The snowy and attractive skin is faintly visible under the thin black clothes. Asharuya flipped the pages of the book gracefully, not noticing a shadow appearing behind the chair. The black shadow grew upwards, and Su Yunxiao's figure became solid. He reached out and covered Asharuya's eyes playfully, and said with a smile: "Guess who I am?" The Saint was startled and the book in her hand fell to the ground. She was very familiar with the voice, so she didn't get angry.
She suppressed her astonishment, maintained her original elegance, and wrapped her arms around the proud peaks: "Who was he? Turns out to be a wanted fugitive worldwide." Su Yunxiao pinched Asharuya's tender cheek: "Lady Saint is still as smart as ever." Asharuya slapped his hand away and stood up, looking at Su Yunxiao repeatedly, twisting her slender waist like a water snake and walking in front of him. "You are wanted, and you still dare to run around?" the saint asked seriously. Su Yunxiao said casually: "What are you afraid of? You speak as if the Holy City can catch me." "Then what are you doing here?" Su Yunxiao stepped forward, took the Saint's hand, and leaned forward: "We are already an old married couple, why can't I come to see you?" Asharuya smiled and said, "Of course." "It's just that, Yunxiao, you don't want others to know that you are in the Parthenon, right?" Su Yunxiao was not polite when facing the saint who was making fun of him. He put his strong arms around the soft and boneless waist and moved to the sofa. Su Yunxiao pressed down her upper body, and his palm landed on the "ball" wrapped in black gauze. Everything happened too fast, and Asharuya was a little overwhelmed to react. By the time she realized her situation, Su Yunxiao's palms were already falling like raindrops. Asharuya bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to make any sound. But this different kind of stimulation made her inexplicably excited. Listening to the beautiful melody of the Saint Lady, Su Yunxiao said, "Saint Lady, you don't want your believers to know your current miserable situation, right?" "Su Yunxiao, if you have the guts, let me go. I will never let you go!" Asharuya lay on the sofa, wishing she could switch places with Su Yunxiao. "Lady Saint, please call me husband gently twice, and maybe I will let you go." Su Yunxiao said as he looked at the delicate body covered with black veil in front of him.
"asshole!" "Lady Saint is really tough, but I don't know if her words are really tough." Su Yunxiao said, letting go of Asharuya's body and lifting her chin with one hand. The loyal and unyielding saint had a proud look in her eyes and appeared calm on the surface, but in fact she was using space magic to suppress Su Yunxiao. However, her realm was a little low, and no matter how much magic energy she consumed, she could not shake Su Yunxiao at all. After a few seconds, the two did not move. Su Yunxiao looked at Asharuya with a smile: "Any other tricks?" Asharuya did not reply. She clearly realized the gap between herself and Su Yunxiao. Yes, it was rumored that he could kill the Forbidden Spell Mage, which was beyond the reach of a mere high-level mage like her. However, the reality is unexpected. The person in front of her suddenly went limp and fell on top of her, his head hitting right between two peaks. "Ok?" Su Yunxiao suddenly fell on her, and Asharuya initially thought he was joking with her. But after repeated checks, there was no sign of Su Yunxiao's activity. She also discovered various dark wounds on Su Yunxiao's body. Only then did they realize that Su Yunxiao was really injured and unconscious. "No, how could he be so badly injured? He can't even dispel the black energy." Asharuya carried Su Yunxiao to the bed and studied for a long time but was unable to help Su Yunxiao recover even a little bit. "He is still alive despite this level of dark magic. Is his body made of iron?" Asharuya's silky fingers slid across Su Yunxiao's skin. I deliberately skipped the wounded part. (End of this chapter)