Heulia panted slightly, and moved closer to her king gently, rubbing her face against Maria's muscular, white abdomen. Then she smiled and said: "Is the king thinking about Hagentus?" "Yeah, a little bit. I haven't seen him for over a year, so he won't run into any trouble, right? But I don't feel any traces of the war either." Maria was aware of this possibility. It just feels unlikely. We are not very familiar with the principle. It's just that they have been together for hundreds of years. But during the hunting trip, he would give her some animal tusks or roadside flowers to make her smile. But when she wanted to play, he would accompany her many times with a helpless smile. When she was tired, he would let her rest her head on his lap and coax her to sleep in the breeze of the forest.
But every time she got upset, he would quietly follow her home and then find some small gifts to appease her afterwards. Just because she felt they were a bit dangerous or just complained a few words, he silently eliminated a lot of messy enemies for her. But occasionally she would say she wanted something from somewhere, and even if it was just a rumor, I would find time to go on a patrol to see what it was and bring her something back along the way. These are pretty much all I can think of. These...seem to be a lot already. After being a king for so long, has his sensitivity to time and emotions been assimilated to the level of a demon god? Maria broke out in a cold sweat again. Heulia looked at the king's ever-changing eyes, her smile growing brighter, and she let out a sigh of satisfaction. "Ah~~ If the king is worried, why don't you go see her?" "No, I, that..." "If you are worried about me, there is no need to worry. As for me, as long as the king is happy and does not abandon me, that's all." Heulia hugged Maria's waist and spoke sincerely to the king who gave her a sense of security and belonging. She considers herself the weakest and most incompetent demon. I was always in danger, hiding from place to place, unable to protect anything, and felt that I could die at any time. This experience made Heulia extremely gentle and easy to satisfy. As she said, as long as she could stay with Maria and have this sense of security forever, she had nothing else to ask for. All that was left was to hope that her king would be happy. That was enough. Or it would be hilarious to use some kind of partner rules from later times to constrain the emotions of the demon gods from the barbaric war era. Maria lowered her head, looking helplessly and tenderly at the demon god who was wholeheartedly attached to her, and said:
"I won't abandon you. Can't you have a little confidence in yourself?" "After all, I am too weak, King." “But you’re cute.” "So, does the king like my cuteness?" When asked this question, an answer with words is less effective than an answer with actions. Maria showed a charming smile that made Heulia infatuated, and her slender white fingers gently stroked Heulia's delicate body... (some parts omitted). Chapter 120 Anyway, it's like this Afterwards, Maria held the sleeping Heulia in her arms and looked towards the direction of Ogika Province. She stroked her chin and muttered: "Am I being a scumbag again?" The word "again" is used very soulfully. "Well, anyway, let's go back to the gathering tomorrow." Maria embraced Heulia and silently raised her body temperature to warm the exhausted and weak girl. …… The next day, Maria made a rare return trip. I met Mr. Marcosius, the village master. "Hello, Mr. Marcosius." "Salt King, you are finally here." "What's the meaning?" "In the first month, Guizhong dragged Liuyun to try all the pillows in the city. She said that none of them satisfied her, so she threw a lot of pillows at each of our homes. In the second month, she dragged Ping'er to look for flowers everywhere, but it seemed that she was not satisfied with any of them. Her cave was piled with all kinds of petals and leaves, and I was the one who cleaned them up in the end. In the third month, she dragged Yingda and Fanan to the market to buy ornaments such as animal teeth and claws, and later sent them to Ruota and asked him to eat them... In the past month, she has been locking herself in the house. I don't know what she is doing, but I always feel that it will be very troublesome. Anyway, if you don't come again, we will collapse." Marcius sat on the front steps of his house, sighing to Maria. Maria said dryly: "That's... pretty lively." "She was just lively before, but this year she's been too lively. I'm telling you, what's the problem? Did you bully her?" "I... don't know if this counts as bullying?" "Forget it. I don't understand. Anyway, you should go and make her back to normal. Any method is fine. As long as she stops making trouble, we will all thank you." Marcosius raised his bear paws, held up Maria's hands, and gently patted the back of her hands, as if begging. What a big bear.
I feel so aggrieved. Maria nodded with a blank expression: "Ah." I always feel a vague sense of guilt. In the end, it couldn't be because of me that they were tortured like this, right? How can you be so virtuous? Not really! In any case, Maria continued on her journey, and under the guidance of Marcosius, she headed towards her final home. Finally we lived on a hilltop across the city. She specializes in inventing various mechanisms, and if she settles down in the city, she could easily bring danger to people. Maria also received sad looks from various immortals, yakshas, and dragon kings along the way. Finally, with an unmistakable sense of guilt, she knocked on the door of the final cave. "Who is it?" The stone door opened with a rumble, and a long-lost cute little head popped out. Maria stared at her, all the emotions she had felt along the way disappeared, leaving only a gentle smile. "Good morning, I'm here to play with you, finally." "Oh!" The stone gate suddenly closed again. Maria touched her nose. With her superhuman vision, she must have seen it right. Deep in the cave were a series of mechanical dolls, all modeled after Maria. After a while, the stone door reopened and the dolls disappeared. Maria went inside. The structure was quite complicated, with the appearance of a young girl's bedroom, an office factory, and a messy display room. Guizhong smiled and poured tea for Maria. "Hey, rare guest, how come you are here?" "If you don't go, I have no choice but to come." "Hmm? Are you still worried about me? Aren't you with Heulia every day? How can you still remember me?" "I worry and think about it...or rather, I often wonder what the relationship between you and me is." As a member of Angel, Maria can be very cold when she is not interested, but she will definitely be aggressive once it becomes clear. Guizhong's smile froze, and he stammered:
"What...what is that? Hahaha, what nonsense are you talking about?" "It seems you haven't thought it through." "what?" "In the future, if you come to Chichu no Shio more often, I will also come to Ogihwashu more often. Let's figure it out slowly." Maria picked up the teacup and spoke calmly, with a soft and beautiful curve at the corner of her mouth. I don't remember what happened next. I seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, resting my head on that super soft and fragrant thigh. Afterwards, I spoke to Maria in a daze, but I can't remember clearly. But Maria remembers what happened afterwards very clearly. After she walked quite a distance from Guiliji, she saw a gathering of demons, dragon kings, immortals, and yakshas in a vast land. The scene was full of intimidation and oppression. Maria adjusted the brim of her hat, her blood condensed into an elegant, slender sword blade, and the corners of her mouth slowly rose. The younger version of the old man walked out expressionlessly, holding a rock gun in his hand and pointing it at the tip of Maria's nose. "Come, fight." As expected of Morax, the one with endless killing intent, he is so damn awesome. The smile on Maria's face grew wider. "please!" The two men fought, and the noise continued. Under the moon, the people of Liyue watched the battle. "Ruo Tuo, you are the closest to the Emperor among us. Tell me, how long can the Salt King last?" "The energy strength is mediocre. Even if Morax lets it go, it will only last a quarter of an hour at most. What do you think, Marcosius?" "I think it'll take at least two quarters of an hour. The Salt King is quite strong. He's just not a demon dragon, so his foundation is a little weak. Other than that, he has almost no weaknesses." The gods and immortals discussed. In fact, it doesn't matter how long they hold on. The fact that they dare to fight Morax proves their courage and responsibility. And if they like him in the end, then they have nothing to say. The battle lasted for a quarter of an hour. Ruo Tuo curled his lips and said: "Not bad, Marcius, you have good taste." All the immortals nodded in unison. The fight lasted half an hour. Their eyes became serious. The battle lasted for most of the night. They were already watching the battle with an attitude that was out of context and learning. Finally, Morax helped the exhausted Maria to come in front of everyone. Maria sat down on the ground. Her clothes were a little torn and she looked a little shabby, but her calm, elegant demeanor was impressive.
The gods and immortals also sat down, some brought out wine and some brought out food, and set up a simple but by no means shabby banquet. Morax and Maria shared a drink. "In terms of martial arts alone, you are the strongest person I have ever seen. People in the world praise me as the God of Martial Arts, but compared to you, I am unworthy of the title of God of Martial Arts." "The God of War is not only the God of martial arts, but also the God of force and killing. I am far behind you in the latter. If you hadn't deliberately suppressed your strength out of curiosity, I wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long." "But you can also borrow the power of the demon through blood. We heard from Guizhong... I didn't mean to reveal your secret, but Guizhong said that if there are special circumstances, you want to borrow our blood, and she hopes that we will not refuse. Anyway, if you borrow the power of the demon, the enemy in the fight between you and me will be unpredictable." "You're exaggerating. If your foundation is weak, it's weak. It's not easy to make up for it. The power of the God of War is well deserved."