crazy-- My eyes widened and my mind went blank. The girl was so shocked that she even forgot to breathe. She was completely passive in enduring the other party's aggression and plunder. Her whole body became weaker and weaker, and her hands and feet became weaker and weaker. "Ahem! Ahem--!" I vaguely seemed to hear someone coughing. The restraints were lifted, and Hitzfeld finally woke up from a dream and breathed deeply. She first stepped back a few steps to keep a distance from the instigator, and looked in the direction she had been looking at before, and found that the white-haired priest and the pink-haired nun were standing on the side, and Cybertron was still laughing with his hands covering his mouth. I...what on earth happened to me just now? Shaking her head, Hitzfeld couldn't explain what was happening in her current state. I touched my lips and they were swollen... "You didn't see anything." Xia Yibing glanced at the two of them with a stern look, "... Do you understand what this means?"
"Understood!" Cybert nodded repeatedly, and noticing that Torres still had no reaction, he simply grabbed his head and pushed it forward, and they bowed to the couple together. "Anyway, I'm so sorry! Sorry to bother you! There's a fire ahead... Tres and I will go over there first!" After saying this, without giving Torres a chance to rant, he covered his mouth with one hand and put his other hand through his armpit, and forcibly dragged him into the woods. So, there were only two people left. "...Are we going back too?" After a brief silence, Hitzfeld asked the woman opposite him tentatively. There were few stars tonight, so she couldn't see the expression on the woman's face. Everything is hidden in the darkness. No matter danger or temptation, they are all wrapped in a mysterious veil. This unknown amplified the throbbing in her heart... and the uneasiness. She instinctively kept guessing what Xia Yibing's expression was, what her attitude towards her was, and why she had behaved like that just now. But the more I guessed, the more confused I became. Especially women who remain silent, invisibly pass the pressure on. Hitzfeld seemed to be sandwiched between two layers of darkness, with his heart hanging high in the air. She breathed lightly, forgetting that the darkness could protect her. She folded her hands in front of her, rubbed them together, and placed them on both sides, her eyes darting around. In fact, she also blamed herself, because this performance was really disappointing... No matter what the reason was, Xia Yibing was the one who committed the crime first. The initiative was in her hands from the beginning, so there was no need to panic. But power is such a magical thing. Especially in this situation, if a person has the power given to her but never uses it, she will soon find that she has no face to use it. Now, what’s the point of bringing up…being kissed? No more. It would only make her look insecure.
But if she didn't mention it, it would seem like she was tacitly agreeing. Although Hitzfeld had lived two lives, her combined age was barely over 18. She had never encountered such an embarrassing situation in her not-so-long life, and she had no idea what to do now. What she also didn't know was that the other side was not much better than her. What on earth am I doing——? Her body was frozen and motionless, and Xia Yibing wished she could slap herself to death. she was-- If there was nothing wrong with her intellectual thinking, she just couldn't help but force herself to do that to Hitzfeld. Okay, just a kiss. Kissed it. The crux of the problem is not here, because this feeling... from the time it sprouted, gradually grew, and finally bore the fruit of "certainty and affirmation" in a long period of separation and worry, she herself no longer had any hesitation about "I want Hitzfeld". It has been long enough. Her emotional model and emotional logic have long been sorted out, and she is ready to accept her. She felt that she had no problem at all. As long as she was given a chance - similar to what she had just done - she could express her inner feelings directly to Hitzfeld, and then - no matter what Hitzfeld's reaction was, she would not give up. But that's not the case. Theoretically, just now, and even now, were all good opportunities for a massive attack, but Xia Yibing discovered to her horror that she had backed down. Her determination and courage are enough to support her to take the first step. But she had no idea what to do after taking the first step. I…… she…… This…… What to do next? What did she say just now? I didn't hear it clearly at all? If I didn’t hear it clearly, can I just assume she didn’t say it? Doesn't that constitute tacit consent? So what should I do now? The book says that when a woman takes the initiative to express affection, the man should give a "fierce response". I guess I took the initiative just now, right? What about the "fierce response"? This feeling of waiting is so painful...
"What are you doing here?" A man suddenly emerged from the woods, it was Ethan. His appearance can be said to have saved these two people. In front of Ethan, Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing behaved normally again. Hitzfeld even explained to him seriously that they were just admiring the moon. "?" Ethan looked up at the sky which was completely blocked by thick dark clouds. He wondered if he had come at an unlucky time and the moon had just happened to hide behind the clouds. In the following days, Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing kept a tacit understanding and never mentioned what happened that night. In the eyes of outsiders, their relationship was perfectly normal. Whether they were discussing the causes and consequences of the truth about the Crystal Sea or conducting reasoning experiments with the metal fragments they dug out, they behaved in a very formal manner, without any signs of overstepping the boundaries. More than half a month passed like this, and on a sunny day, Brace Island welcomed the Skye Airways airship fleet. The entire force consisted of 36 airships. They did not go through the Crystal Sea, but instead went around from Blade Cape along the coastline. Today, Brays Island is no longer covered by thick white fog. They quickly discovered this magical place and then discovered the human buildings on the main peak. This time the Baron led the team himself. There was nothing much to say. After briefly hearing the general outline of the incident, he sent people down to search the entire island. The hilt of the cross sword was found, along with other buried fragments of the broken sword. All the natives, including Hitzfeld and others, were sent on the airship. The reason they stayed here for another week and a half was to search for the last fragments in the strait in the middle. After going through so much trouble to find this thing, there is nothing to worry about anymore. The airship took off and set sail again in the direction it came from. During this journey, the few people who participated were very silent. Storms, shipwrecks, falls from high altitudes, and strange islands that eat people. Anyone who has one in his life would have encountered something that would have become the stuff of legend, and they encountered them all at once. But no one felt very happy. Because what this case reflects is too heavy for any human being, let alone them. …… In a spacious guest room, in a separate reception room, the gray-haired girl and Baron Skye sat opposite each other. The room was very quiet; the only sounds that could be heard were the hum of the airship's propellers and the whistling of the air current through the window. "I lost nineteen divers," said the Baron. "They were all the best, and each one was worth a fortune." "Do you know why they have problems?" "Under the sea," Hitzfeld said calmly. "If I'm not mistaken, there should be a lot of... skeletons of various creatures there."
"yes--" The Baron sighed. "Crystal Sea... Who could have thought that the final truth would be like this?" "You probably came to me to discuss the sword." Hitzfeld stared at the Baron. "That broken sword whose origin is unknown." After thoroughly understanding all the chain logic of this case, even Hitzfeld had to admit that without any external help, the prototype of Braceworm would never have been born. This principle... how should I put it? It cannot be simply explained by the existence of extraordinary power. It involves the problem of basic physical quantities. This is part of the rules of the universe. In comparison, supernatural powers look more like outsiders, like embellishments. That is to say, the development of most things still has to follow this rule, and within this rule, the birth of Braceworm...the corpse-dissolving monster is counterintuitive. There is an external force that affects it. It is this external force that enables it to retain its liquid body in high temperatures, and even further retain its consciousness. This external force is now determined to be the sword. Everyone believed that it was the cross hilt that partially affected Braceworm, and that the sword must contain some kind of terrible magical power. Because even fragments have that kind of power. In addition, some natives said they saw that thing falling from the top of the mountain, so this speculation was basically confirmed. "Look at this, Detective." The baron took out a contract from the table and handed it to Hitzfeld. "As long as you sign it and prove that you have never come into contact with these strange things, I can give you 100 million Sera." "not enough." "Britney is dead after all." The Baron's eyelids twitched. “…150 million.” "not enough." "200." Still indifferent. "detective." The Baron stood up with a gloomy look on his face. "Don't push yourself too far."
"I think this thing... compared to the Skye family's secret room, a museum is more suitable as its new home." Hitzfeld also stood up. "And besides, Baron." "I want to use the money that should have been paid to me in the contract to buy someone from you." "Who?" "Ashley." Regardless of the old man's increasingly ugly expression, Hitzfeld raised the corners of his mouth little by little.