Life As Aozaki Orange

Youzhu Meimu of Jiuyuan Temple glanced at the orange, and did not intend to accept the orange to feed, but the half of the crepe that was placed on the lips was not removed, she reluctantly moved her gaze to the orange, and found that the orange had a pitiful face Looking at her like a poor kitten.

So, she shook her head amusingly, and then she lightly folded her black hair beside her ears, her cherry lips lightly parted, biting down an orange, and handing over half a crepe,

After chewing lightly and swallowing, he said.

"That way...you'll be satisfied."

"No, not at all."

Cangqi Chengzi's delicate body leaned forward slightly, her rosy lips slightly opened, just like a little bird waiting to be fed.

Seeing this, Kuonji Yuju showed a gentle smile, picked up the crepe on the plate, bit half of it, and fed it to the orange.

In this way, their atmosphere... Ambiguous turns to feed each other.

And outside the door.

Wearing a panda puppet costume magician with a twisted expression watching the sweet and greasy death scene, as a righteous partner, he has never had the need for a girlfriend.

Women only affect the efficiency of his justice.

However, that doesn't mean that he won't be fed dog food and still doesn't respond, let alone that he has to keep watching them feed dog food, which is simply torture to him.

Aren't these two old husbands and wives?

Why, they still have such a good relationship with each other, don't they get tired of each other over time, can human feelings last so long?

(Speaking of which, I'm in my thirties, so why don't I find a girlfriend too, but speaking of it... Can I find a girlfriend? I don't seem to have any means of attracting women.)

The magician's highly concentrated mind began to erratic, but anyone who was highly concentrated for more than an hour would inevitably become a little distracted.

So, just when the magician fell into self-doubt.

in-store.

Aozaki Orange and Kuonji Yuju held hands, and left the dessert shop talking and laughing, leaving without the magician noticing.

until a moment later.

(What about people?)

The magician regained his senses, glanced around the store, and found that the target of the assassination had long since disappeared. He opened his mouth...and fell into a long silence.

It is possible that he has already been discovered.

However, Ms. Ivy didn't plan to kill him, she just used magic to confuse his spirit and left the dessert shop quietly.

This... what kind of grandeur.

"Am I... Really capable of assassinating Ms. Ivy?"

He couldn't help but let out a wry laugh and gave up the idea of ​​assassination after struggling for a while. After all, everyone had already let him go, and it would be too ignorant to assassinate him at this time.

at the same time.

In a building without doors and windows.

Aleister watched this scene in silence, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth. This joker would be distracted in assassination. No one would notice it when they walked in front of him. Thankfully, he still looked at this joker's magic. assassination opportunity.

but.

Give you a chance, you are useless.

Chapter 583: Undercurrents Behind the Scenes

UK.

London.

Clock Tower.

In a room that revealed a mysterious atmosphere, a large number of magic books were placed on both sides of the indoor bookshelf, and some extremely precious mysterious materials and magic spirits were randomly placed everywhere in the room.

This is... the office of the deputy dean of the Clock Tower,

"You dare to say this to me, are you ready...you can't leave the clock tower alive?"

Anessa Marshall's scarlet eyes were cold and stern, her white fingers lightly wrapped around her blond hair, and she looked at the man standing not far from him. He was a man who felt bad just by looking at his appearance, with shoulder-length red hair. The hands and fingers are full of rings, and the right eye has a barcode tattoo, exuding a strong smell of perfume and nicotine.

This man calls himself… Steele Magnus, an Anglican magician.

"No, I'm just telling objective facts." Steele shook his head and shrugged casually, "If you refuse, then we can only judge you as an enemy, even if it's such a simple thing."

He only had one goal in coming to the Clock Tower this time, and that was to persuade Anisha Marshall, the vampire in front of him, to surrender. Of course, in fact, he did not have any hope of success at all.

In fact, he seriously suspects... that the tops' brains are broken.

Otherwise, how could he be allowed to persuade the enemy to surrender.

"Young man... I didn't have a choice in the beginning."

Anessa Marshall shook her head lightly, walked to the cabinet aside, took out a bottle of red wine, poured the virgin's blood into the glass, and then she sniffed a little... The pretty face twisted, and then she resisted nausea. …drink it all in one gulp.

"People now... But without Master Ivy, I can't live."

Now she can't stand ordinary blood, even if a vampire spends a lot of money to cultivate a perfect girl, blood is still unbearable for her.

It must be...Ivy-sama bestows blood to make her feel satisfied.

Of course, there are actually no alternatives.

It is said that there is a vampire slayer in Academy City, and blood is the supreme delicacy for vampires, but, that thing... dies after a single sip.

She has a problem with her brain... that's why she is willing to go to the vampire killer.

"Ha... You're really loyal." Stiyl looked at the girl who was pregnant with Anessa, and said something like a mockery, "According to the intelligence, you were the easiest person to betray."

Relevant intelligence is showing that Anessa Marshall is an extremely selfish vampire, as long as it is appropriate... Betrayal is a matter of course.

However, now it seems... Anessa Marshall the vampire.

For Ms. Ivy, there is still some loyalty.

"This is probably the best thing for Master Ivy." Anessa Marshall sat back at the table again, stroking her delicate cheeks with her delicate hands, "I am now the master's slave, and I don't have any thoughts of betrayal."

"...No, I'm not interested in your high-level gameplay yet." Stier couldn't help twitching his lips, and then he waved his hand, "Anyway, I'll... tell the Supreme Bishop your answer, However, if you want to change your mind, you can always contact us, of course, the conditions may be modified as needed.”

"...Don't speak in a victor's tone." Anisha Marshall's delicate and pretty face turned cold, looking at Stiyl and proclaiming: "Lord Ivy's power is not something you trash fish can understand."

She has been a subordinate of Master Ivy for nearly a hundred years, and her understanding of Master Ivy is unparalleled. It is also the same way that she is full of strong self-confidence in Master Ivy.

And, sometimes...there is no choice.

Then you can only choose to believe.

"Perhaps, for the legendary magicians of the twentieth century, I may really be just a trash fish." Steele shrugged indifferently, and said as a matter of course, "But, magicians of this era, compared to Ivy Madam, how many... not trash fish."

With that, he said goodbye and left.

There are many magicians in this world. However, if you want to reach the level of magicians like Ms. Ivy, you may say that there are very few. It is like an ordinary person who is forced to compete with the president of a country.

No matter how you think about it, there's really nothing...comparable.

After a while.

"These guys... are too blatant." Anessa Marshall stood up and walked to the window, looking at Stile who was leaving downstairs, and made such a confident declaration, "From the beginning we have no reason to lose, decisively The power is on our side.”

"Decisive power, what does it mean?"

Suddenly, a sweet and ruthless voice sounded.

Anessa Marshall's delicate body trembled slightly, and then she turned her head to look at the girl who appeared beside her. She wore a wide witch hat and her right eye was covered by a blindfold. She looked bold and sexy.

"This naturally refers to you, Lord Othinus. No one would have thought that from the very beginning... we would have mastered the power of the Demon God level."

A respectful smile appeared on her pretty face, and she bowed to Othinus who suddenly appeared.

Who would have thought... Othinus, who has been with Lord Ivy all the time, was actually an existence who voluntarily fell into the status of a demon god, who would have thought... This existence who voluntarily fell into the status of a demon **** has now become a demon **** again, these The decisive factor that no one can imagine will determine this battle that will spread to the whole world.

"Yes, that's why you don't choose to betray."

Othinus nodded coldly.

Now she has become a Demon God again, but because of her enormous power, she cannot control it in a short period of time, and she is still in a state of infinite possibilities, that is, no matter what she does... the success rate is only half.

However, when Chengzi becomes a Demon God in the future, she can immediately help her break this deadlock and make her a Demon God who can ensure 100% success no matter what she does.

Of course, there is enough power to use it now.

"...Really, Your Highness Othinus." Anessa Marshall looked at Othinus indifferently, and her delicate and pretty face showed a wronged expression, "They are Lord Ivy's loyal slaves and playthings, how could they betray Ai What about Wei-sama?"

Othinus glanced coldly at the vampire, although he didn't say anything... However, he revealed his distrust very bluntly, if Orange really trusted this vampire.

That orange won't let her preside over everything in the Magic Association.

"Okay, then I'll change my rhetoric." Since Anessa Marshall noticed Othinus' distrustful eyes, she lowered her head slightly and explained softly, "As the master's slave, I believe that Master Ivy will definitely win, At that time, as a master and slave, my rights will inevitably expand again."

"So that's the case, are you in Haobo?"

Othinus seemed to accept it, and nodded lightly before leaving.

In fact, she didn't pay attention to whether Anessa Marshall was loyal or not. Anyway, she was an ant who could be killed easily. At most, it would be troublesome to change another executive.

"His Royal Highness Othinus, although it is... a big gamble." Anessa Marshall looked at the back of Othinus, and said with a respectful and firm voice, "However, they did not tell lies, after all, there is no Ivy. Master, people have no meaning to live anymore."

"..."

Othinus left and stopped, turned to look at Anessa Marshall, was silent for a while, and said, "Orange... I'm going to **** you very thoroughly."

"..."

Anessa Marshall bowed her head humbly.

at the same time.

St. George's Cathedral.

in the garden.

"..."

Lola held a white umbrella and walked leisurely among the flowers, just like an innocent girl admiring the beautiful flowers.

However, a red-haired bad guy behind her seemed extremely unsightly and out of place.

"That's about it, Supreme Bishop."

Stiyl was smoking a cigarette, reporting on the mission of this trip.

It was the boss in front of him who had a pit in his head and ordered him to go to the clock tower... to persuade the enemy to surrender.

So much so that he almost... was killed by the magician inside the clock tower.

"Did you refuse firmly?" Laura stopped, turning the white parasol with her slender hands, and a sweet laughter came out, "It looks like... Orange, there are some trump cards that I don't know."

She and Orange have been together for many years, and they know each other a lot.

If we look at it on the surface, it means that we all know the bottom line of each other, and we all know what cards we have.

However, pushing others by herself... She believed that the orange must be hiding some trump card.

"Actually, on the bright side, our chances of winning are not very high." Stier exhaled a white smoke, and said with a dignified expression, "The Magic Association has accumulated a lot of talents over the years, and has developed a variety of technologies, and, Ms. Ivy is also a strong and outrageous magician."

"Oh, you can't say it like this. In this world, we can also ask for foreign aid." Laura waved her fist and said righteously, "Also, as a believer of the Lord... you can't say something depressing. If so, the heresy that insults the Lord must be eliminated.”

"...As a magician, as long as you think of being an enemy of Ms. Ivy." Stier's eyes became gloomy, "Then my mood will not be better no matter what."

"Then do you want...to take refuge with Ivy?"

Laura tilted her head and suggested softly.

"Forgive me." Steele shook his head immediately, and then explained quickly, "As Anessa Marshall said, a scumbag like me...people don't like it."

If he dared to say...he wanted to take refuge with Ms. Ivy, then he might walk out of this garden today, or in other words, he would be treated as flower fertilizer.

Moreover, he really did not intend to betray the Anglican Church.

"Well... this is really distressing." Laura seemed to sigh helplessly, turning around and continuing to walk in the garden, "It seems... Ivy's name is too deterrent, and we have to find a way."

Over the years, with the expansion of the Magic Association, the prestige of Ivy has become more and more moderate, and there are more and more signs of mythology. For the later magicians... want to fight against such an existence.

There is bound to be a lot of pressure inside.

"How can this be done?"

Stiyl shook his head. The legend about Ms. Ivy has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It is impossible to reverse it in a short time. Moreover, it is only a matter of public opinion war... The church may not be able to beat others.