The Three Gods' Confusions in the Prosperous Age

Chapter Three God Confusion

Su moaned and woke up Youyou. She opened her eyes slightly, and for a moment she was filled with shining magic light, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

Her waist suddenly exerted force and suddenly bounced up. However, a soft force came from her shoulders, which led her to roll in the air for more than ten circles, and then fell heavily to the ground, making Su dizzy.

Su didn't dare to move casually anymore, opened her eyes and carefully observed the surroundings. She suddenly felt chill all over her body. When she looked down, she found that she was completely red!

"I think your breasts are quite big too! Why do you have to be so tight?"

Su looked up and saw Androni sitting very arrogantly, looking at her with interest. Compared to Androni's unscrupulous and upward gaze, Su was even more afraid of the strength of her sanctuary, so Su sat up slowly, not daring to make any suspicious moves. But when facing Androni's question, she didn't know how to answer. Su looked at Androni's eyes and suddenly realized something.

Su stood up. She was already tall and after removing all obstacles, the most eye-catching were two round, slender and elastic cucumbers, almost two-thirds of her entire body. Her skin was delicate and compact, and shining under the moon, like a beautiful female leopard full of strength.

"You won't kill me, are you?" Su asked calmly.

Androni smiled, and her smile made Su's eyes lit up: "Not yet, but if you do this again next time, I can't guarantee if others will kill you. After all, there are many people here who are not afraid of your father who is the prime minister of the empire and your teacher."

Su smiled faintly and said, "Since I don't kill me, can I leave?"

Androni smiled ambiguously and said, "Your name is Su, right? Well, you are pretty good and have a good figure. Do you think you can leave so easily?"

Su closed her hair and laughed. When she smiled, her cold murderous aura disappeared. She immediately turned into a charming and charming woman.

"I know what you think and what you are going to do." Su smiled and walked towards Androni: "But I don't mind. I have had many men and women, and I'm afraid you will mind! To be honest, I never thought that one day I would sleep with a person as beautiful as you. I can treat you as a man or a woman! Oh my God. What a wonderful experience this should be! Can you tell me your name..."

Androni was stunned, and then her handsome face looked disgusted. Although she liked beautiful girls, she had always been obsessed with cleanliness and had no interest in women like Su.

Su wanted to continue talking, but was interrupted by the clothes and long swords thrown in front of him.

"Are you just letting me go like this?" Su Qing bit her lower lip, her eyes were like water, and she looked at Androni with resentment.

"Get out! If you don't leave, I'll kill you!" Androni shouted with murderous aura.

Su sighed gently. He put on his clothes silently, looked back with great resentment, and then gritted his teeth and disappeared into the night.

Androni felt as if something was blocked in her chest, and she was extremely depressed. She recalled the situation just now and was suddenly shocked. Then she woke up and said angrily: "I'm fooled! Su, you are so powerful. Don't fall into my hands next time."

Not far away, Froya was busy at the big experiment table. She suddenly glanced at a glittering thing on the corner of her eyes. She picked it up and saw that it was the blue ice containing the rose. Under the magic light, the rose in the ice was so beautiful, just like her face.

The little fairy thought about it and remembered that this was the gift from Androni. She said it was Miro's gift to her. She turned her head and thought about Miro carefully. Then she looked at the things in her hand. The ice is ordinary ice, and the rose is also ordinary rose, and the ice-filled magic on it is also very ordinary. The rare thing is that it is just right. These three ordinary things are just right together and become an unparalleled work of art.

Unfortunately, the little fairy was not thinking about it now. She threw it casually, and the frozen rose drew a beautiful arc and fell into the trash can in the corner of the house.

On the other side of the imperial capital, the exact same frozen rose in Miro's hand exploded with a bang. His face darkened, and then he laughed again, saying, "It tastes so good! I like it!"

The samurai who was inseparable from him said helplessly: "Mr. Miro, great things are the most important!"

Miro said, "That's certainly, how could I forget the big affairs of my clan?" He said so, his eyes still staring at the frozen rose in his hand.

The warrior had to sigh and said, "Mr. Miro, you are good at making a decision and want to exchange that woman with Lord Adrenee. If she knows, I'm afraid..."

Miro smiled and said, "I have my own way. As long as Roger is the person that Princess Elicis likes, there is no need to worry about Edrenie not taking the bait."

The warrior remained silent.

At this moment, in Xius' room, the underground dwarf holding a dagger was sweating profusely and practicing sword skills. With his height and the dagger in his hand, the sword skills he practiced were originally open and honest, it would be vicious and vicious. What's more, the underground dwarf was practicing the ground sword skills at this moment. With his erratic movement, his body that appeared and appeared, and the paralysis potion that Difroya personally applied to the dagger, Gregory is now a very difficult character to deal with.

The martial arts of the underground dwarf have not yet been formed. Xius carefully observed its movements and pointed out from time to time. With more than 400 years of experience in killer, Xius taught the underground dwarf simple, practical, vicious and insidious things. In addition, in front of an underground dwarf who can speak dragon language and can exude dragon power, even no matter how skilled a warrior is, it is difficult for him to escape his plot without care.

Occasionally, a few star chips floated out from the tip of Gregory's short sword. Although the cold and cold aura was weak, it could also be distinguished from the starry sky Dou Qi. Unfortunately, the underground dwarfs had poor talent and physical fitness, and the progress of practicing Dou Qi was extremely slow. This made Gregory, who was used to letting the two masters transform their bodies and gained strength without any effort, was very uncomfortable.

But it didn't care. The heart of the aspiring underground dwarf was already uneasy, especially when he saw Master Vina captured for his master's master.

It is no longer willing to be an ordinary voyeur, it wants to be the mastermind behind history! Of course, as for where to guide history, Gregory has not considered so much. For Gregory, which will last forever, it needs to leave its claw marks on the books of history.

Moreover, the form of the underground dwarf is very unsafe. Although it has the superb ability to hide and sneak, the imperial capital Richelieu is at the moment when the storm is happening. The strong are like ants, and they are all elusive and running around. Perhaps someone with a keen sense of perception will discover the whereabouts of the underground dwarf. An underground dwarf. The result of walking from the darkness to the light is naturally at the slaughter of others. This is not the ending of Gregory likes, and he also has to work hard to practice for safety.

But when the strength gap is too large, all skills will become meaningless.

Gregory watched a pale white cold air appear, float towards it, turning into ice and sealing it tightly, but it just couldn't avoid it.

Feng Yue waved her hand and the ice that sealed the underground dwarfs came out through the window and flew into the distance.

"Mr. Fengyue, no. The great goddess of Fengyue, you don't accept the worship of believers in the floating city, why did you suddenly come to me as a simple place?" Xius asked respectfully. On the surface, no one could tell anything about the old fox's disrespect. His face was pious and almost emitted a light of faith. Of course, no one knew what his true thoughts were in his heart.

Feng Yue stood quietly in the room. The candle had just melted into a thin circle, and the temperature around it had dropped rapidly. The bright and warm fireplace flames became dull, and the flames shrank a lot, jumping weakly in the cold, and it seemed that it could be extinguished at any time. All glass or ceramic vessels in the room were quietly covered with a layer of frost.

Feng Yue's pair of black eyebrows, which were like smoke, frowned slightly, as if it was a glacier that was unchanged, finally had a little expression on the ground, which also made her more angry and less indifferent.

Under Feng Yue's calm gaze, Xius' pious smile slowly solidified. Finally, it turned into embarrassment. He coughed and straightened his body. He said solemnly: "Master Feng Yue, you came to me specifically, I guess something is wrong!"

"Elder Sius, I have been suffering from some...emotions lately, but I don't know what it is. In addition, I found that I am forgetting these...emotions." Every word from Feng Yue seemed to add a little chill to this room.

Xius's face gradually became solemn. He pondered for a long time before he slowly said: "My Lord Fengyue, although I have lived for four hundred years, it is not short, but the realm of God is too far away from me, and I may not be able to help you. What I can do now is to infer things about the realm of the gods based on some of the classics left by the period of the Elf Empire. In legend, the most powerful elves in the era of the Elf Empire once had power comparable to the gods. Perhaps because they saw a new world from then on, these elves

The kings gradually lost their emotions. They were just immersed in their own realms and no longer had the favor of the elves empire. But they were different from you. After all, they were not gods, and they would gradually age and die. Lord Fengyue, I think you are in the same stage as them, because your eyes are too far away, everything in the dust will gradually become insignificant, so your emotions about all this will become indifferent. This is my guess about your latter question. However, what are the moods that bother you?"

A moment of confusion appeared in Feng Yueyin's eyes, and she slowly said, "I don't know, but I don't want to forget."

"If you don't want to forget a mood, then follow its guidance and don't have any more worries. Only in this way can this mood exist as long as possible."

“But… will this affect power?”

"It shouldn't."

Feng Yue nodded slightly, and her figure gradually disappeared.

She had just left. Vina appeared in front of Sius. The pair of golden crosses became brighter and brighter, and finally the Octavia was as sharp as a burning torch.

"We have reached an agreement. I will help you deal with Lord Fengyue. Don't you use insight to me? We have done everything we should do, and now we can only wait for the result." Xius said with a wry smile.

Then Vina's eyes darkened unwillingly. She looked at the direction of Fengyue's departure and said, "Don't worry. It will definitely work. At least most books say so."

Sius was speechless, but only smiled bitterly.

Roger didn't realize that he had become the calculation target of many people with ulterior motives. He was full of thought on a magic scroll in front of him. This magic scroll was surprisingly large that Roger could only spread it on the ground to study. The expanded part was painted with dense magic symbols, and a variety of magic powers were cleverly maintained in a faint balance, forming a silence of vortex. The center of the vortex was a magic vacuum zone. This was the elves magic array exchanged from Seuss with erosion. The magic vacuum zone in the center of the magic array was used to isolate and store magic power.

Roger thought for a long time. Finally, he picked up a pen, dipped it in a little bright green ink, and carefully changed one of the magic talismans.

A stream of blue smoke rose up and Roger quickly got up and retreated. The smoke dissipated and the magic scroll turned into a bunch of ashes.

Roger shook his head, and he was not discouraged, and pulled out another identical scroll and unfolded it. He studied it carefully.

"Failed again?" At some point, Wina appeared beside Roger and stared at the magic scroll in front of Roger.

"Yes! There are still a few things I can't figure out. But once I succeed, this magic circle can store magic power of any attribute, rather than just the power of the divine attribute. At that time, I will surprise my opponents."

Roger was a little tired. He reached out and rubbed his forehead. He looked up at Vina, and suddenly added with a smile: "You are included."

Wina looked at Roger and thoughtfully said, "You have changed a little. If it were before, you would have pounced on you long ago."

Rogge's eyes had turned back to the magic scroll and said absent-mindedly: "You will be beaten back even if you pounce now. I might as well improve my strength with all my strength. It's not too late to pounce on you when I'm sure to fight with you... Yes! That's it!"

Three blue silk threads made of magic energy were poked out from the tip of his left finger, and they stretched all the way to the magic scroll. The three silk threads shook slightly. Several magic symbols on the scroll slowly changed color, from dark red to orange. They suddenly spewed out a small bright yellow high-hot magic flame, and then melted into several new magic symbols. They condensed back on the magic scroll. This process seemed simple, and Roger didn't even move his fingers much, but looking at his breath holding his lips, he seemed very difficult to use his strength.

Wina looked at the magic scroll and said, "These magic flames are very unstable. You should add a little more sacred power to the center of them so that a stable structure can be formed. Otherwise, as long as there is a slight shock, your scroll will be ruined again."

Roger didn't look back. After pondering for a moment, he finally began to gather magic power. In a blink of an eye, various magic energy of different attributes had gathered around him, forming a colorful rain of light. Just looking at this stance, I'm afraid that the fat man had never been so serious when he tried his best to urge the eighth-level magic.

The magic scroll became hot, and the bright yellow flames that spewed out seemed to be attracted by a little dazzling sacred light in the center, and finally condensed back before burning the scroll.

Roger breathed a long sigh, and before he knew it, he was already sweating profusely.

A slender hand, like ice and jade, suddenly appeared from the corner of Roger's eyes, and pointed to the magic scroll, and the cold voice said: "There is still some ice magic that needs to be added there."

This time the adjustment was unexpectedly easy. When Rogge added several new magic symbols into the magic circle, a dazzling magic flame suddenly surged out of the entire scroll. The flames slowly rose and finally dissipated in the room. On the scroll, a brand new, extremely complex magic circle quietly appeared in front of Rogge.

This is the true face of the elves magic circle that supported the entire elves empire's magic civilization before the Thousand Years War!

Roger was so excited that his hands were trembling. He stroked the elf magic array in front of him carefully, and used his mental power to detect the structure of the magic array little by little.

This elf magic array has flaws and is not perfect. However, it can accommodate huge magic power and is no longer limited to divine power.

"Is this the real elves magic circle? No wonder there were so many great magicians in the Elf Empire a thousand years ago! Haha, with this, let alone fighting with you, even a goddess, there is no possibility of being defeated! Hahaha!"

Roger turned around with a big laugh, his eyes immediately widened. The laughter stopped abruptly!

There is no trace of Vina.

Standing behind him was Odreh, whom he had just told him to defeat!

Looking at the goddess standing quietly like an iceberg, Roger couldn't help but take a big step back, and his eyes turned silver in an instant, and the magic light belts of seven colors spread out and flew around. Roger had condensed all his strength, waiting to resist the divine punishment that could lead to the tsunami and mountain collapse.

"You are really brave." Feng Yue's voice was cold and cold, but Roger heard a hint of warmth: "If you think you can defeat me, you can come to the Floating City to find me at any time."

It was not until Feng Yue's figure disappeared for a long time that Roger came back from his loss of consciousness. He carefully put away the scroll painted with the elves magic array and left in a hurry.

When the third magic candle burned out, Froya finally repainted the elf magic array on a blank magic scroll. After she painted it twice as smart as ice and snow, she engraved the extremely complex elf magic array in her heart. She and Roger checked again and confirmed that they had completely recorded the elf magic array. Only then did Roger pick up the scrolls painted with the elf magic array and burn them clean with the black flames of the demon world.

"What is this?" The fat man's eyes suddenly fell on the trash can in a corner of the room. He was now keen to sense and found a faint but very strange magical aura there. Roger reached out and grabbed it, and the frozen rose came to his hands.

Froya glanced at it and said indifferently: "This is the gift Miro gave me, and let Anne pass it on."

"Well, it's really beautiful." There was a slight slight scent indescribable in Roger's voice.

"Oh?" Froya raised her head, looked at Roger with a smile, and said, "Your tone is something wrong, are you jealous?"

Roger snorted and said, "How could it be!" The fat man stared at the Flying Rose, his face becoming ugly the more he looked.

The little fairy put down the magic book in her hand, came to Roger's back, wrapped her hands around his neck, and chuckled in his ear, "Didn't I throw it away? Why are you not satisfied? Oh, I understand, you are blaming me for not smashing it on the spot, and you are afraid that you will still blame Anne for passing it over to me. Fatty, you are so jealous!"

The fat man snorted and stared at the rose for a long time before saying, "The guy who makes this rose has a very powerful magical control. Miro prefers warriors, and he will not have such magical level no matter how he looks at it. In other words, there is a big magician behind this guy."
To be continued...