Fairy’s Box

Yalei pulled Mata to his side, turned his palms over, and the black robe on her body automatically disintegrated and fell off, and her body hung in the air at the same time, floating like a puppet pulled by strings.

"..."

The black-haired knight grabbed the girl's arm, lifted her hand, and kept his eyes on the joints such as the hands, elbows, shoulders, and some small inconspicuous parts such as the tiger's mouth, palms, and fingers.

I made it! ?

Body, body out of control...

Don't think wildly, the Governor is checking my qualifications.

Marta's face was already flushed, her heart was pounding like a deer, her whole body seemed to be drunk, her mind was dizzy, and her thoughts had already been mixed into a mess.

"Your body..."

Yale frowned, his eyes became dignified, spread his fingers, and gently put Marta back on the ground:

"Can not be done."

"Is my physique too bad?"

The girl lowered her head in despair, and as her feet touched the ground, her whole body seemed to fall from heaven to hell.

"No, I saw the potential in your body as early as when you were on the ship."

The black-haired knight noticed her expression and explained:

"At that time, you had a solid foundation, full of energy and energy, but now it's different. You have a lack of qi and blood, worn bones, dark joints and ligaments, and a lot of physical loss... It doesn't look like a little girl's body. To put it bluntly , which is the sequelae of long-term overwork and undernutrition, and I am afraid that there are factors of greed for merit and rashness."

"I... I've been working hard to hone myself..."

Marta bowed her head with some guilt and said hesitantly.

In the past six months, she has always kept in mind the promise of the Governor, and hoped that she would be favored by him.

In order to make her performance better, Marta doubled the usual training content, and doubled the time to refine Dou Qi. As for nutritional supplements and nursing care... those high-end things are completely beyond the affordability of mothers and daughters, and can only be replaced by some sexually similar drugs.

At first, Marta was worried that her body would go wrong, but after persevering for a while, she found that she had no discomfort and her strength had improved significantly.

"This is overdraft."

Yale stared at the girl's nervous expression and sighed softly:

"Physical strength has been overdrawn for a long time, and nutrition can't keep up with it. It doesn't take long for people to become obsolete. You are still young now, so long-term overload will not accumulate and become ill, but if you want to make up for it in the future, it will be a big trouble. thing. The biggest consequence is..."

Having said that, he sighed again, hesitating to speak, but deliberately paused.

"What will happen?"

Marta was so frightened that she looked at him quiveringly, like a helpless bird.

"I won't grow taller in the future, maybe I will become ugly."

"disfigure?"

Out of the beauty-loving nature, the girl is extremely sensitive to this word, and she almost cried when her mouth was flat.

"But fortunately, you met me, it was saved."

The dark-haired knight decided to stop teasing her, grabbed Marta's arm, and tapped her wrist.

"Ah... eh?"

The girl groaned in pain, then relaxed her expression, and quickly became confused again.

She felt like a needle had been pricked in her wrist, which was painful at first, then quickly became cool and comfortable, and a strange force quickly rushed through her body from there. In just one breath, Marta felt like her whole body was being washed by a clear spring from the inside out, and she was indescribably light and lively.

"This is the true face of vindictiveness, the other side of the fire of life. Only those who have studied it to the level of me can completely smooth out the power of this violent exclusion and extract the harmless essence of life."

Yale retracted his fingers, his eyes fell on Marta's face, and after a moment of indifference, he said:

"Now give you your first homework."

"Um!"

The girl looked at him admiringly and nodded vigorously.

"From today to today of next week, except for morning exercise, don't touch any training related to vindictiveness, read a book, take a walk, sleep late, or go out to play, whatever you want."

"what?"

Marta widened her almond eyes and widened her mouth, which she did not close for a long time.

...

"What!? Delhi is dead?"

Krisshura jumped uncontrollably, the blue veins on his face violently throbbed, and the joints all over his body rattled. The special restraint suit swelled to the limit, and the ball was almost broken. Fortunately, the prototype was finally restored.

"This is the news a week ago. Because of the stubborn resistance, the Mungo people exercised the massacre order, and now there is a dead zone that is thousands of miles away."

Vesta sat opposite him, with Carla and Bruno on the left and right, looking at him sharply, and said without any emotion:

"Why are you so angry? What were you doing when Derry was overrun by Mongol? If I'm not mistaken, you were serving Julian, weren't you? You were serving Julian when your kin was dying and resisting aggression. Take your life. When your compatriots are slaughtered and there is no way to survive, you will die with Julian.

Now that you are so angry, do you want to make up for something, or is it just a pure shirk vent? "

"No...no, I'm not..."

General Hai shook his head mechanically, his whole body seemed to have been drained of all his energy, and collapsed on the seat in a state of despair.

"No? Think about it carefully. If you think you are a survivor of the sea, you should draw a clear line with the past, but in my opinion, you still care about Delhi. Am I right?"

"Yes, I care!"

Krisshura suddenly sat up straight, and with this action, two lines of hot tears fell from his eyes.

"Do you want to make up for your mistakes and avenge them?"

"revenge?"

Admiral Hai chewed the word silently, his eyes gradually focused, revealing a fire-like gaze, and roared like blood: "Yes, I want revenge! I want those butchers to pay the price!"

"But there's no chance, you're going to die." Vesta said sternly.

"I'm dying."

Krishura's expression was stunned, his facial features were constantly distorted, his teeth were rattling, and the intense psychological struggle in his heart was directly reflected on his face.

"When you die, you have nothing... But as Julian's most trusted general, you must not give in, right?"

"That's right...I can't give in."

Sweat the size of a soybean oozes out of General Hai's forehead, his breathing is getting faster and faster, his thoughts have been completely disrupted, and he can only follow the other party's rhythm.

"There is a river of pain between you in the past and you in the present. Why don't you try to cross it?"

Vesta's pupils shone with exquisite light, and his thoughts spread to the maximum. Following the thoughts in the other party's heart, he said in the most bewitching tone:

"Let Krishura, who is the Admiral of the Sea, die, and you will be reborn as an avenger, new, reborn, completely different, completely separated from the past, so that there will be no more burdens, no more pain."

"Yes... I should break up with him."

Krisshura nodded as if waking up from a dream, as if to untie the heavy shackles, and a relieved expression gradually appeared on her face.

"You are free, you chose to be reborn."

The corners of Vesta's lips were slightly raised, his eyes carefully observed the other party's expression, and his tone became more and more gentle:

"Fighting against Menggor alone is just to die. You need someone to give you strength and a chance for revenge... Tell me, are you willing to surrender and choose the right path?"

"Yes I do."

Crissula answered without hesitation.