Comforting oneself was sometimes self-deception. Just like Sunier and Yalina at this moment. Their battle skirts and robes were soaked and stuck to their bodies, making them uncomfortable. Therefore, after chasing Han Jin away, they took off their battle skirts and robes, wearing only thin undergarments. They sat side by side by the lake and whispered to each other.
In fact, even if they chased Han Jin to the horizon, Han Jin would still be able to clearly see their every move. However, this was not a reason for Sunier and Yalina to compromise. As for whether this protective measure was effective or not, they did not care.
Of course, if Han Jin was really peeping from afar, it would only prove that Han Jin was a pervert and had nothing to do with them. After all, they were pure and shy girls.
Sunier's mood had obviously improved because she was not stupid and had already figured out the key point. Since Han Jin did not hide anything from her, it proved that Han Jin cared about her very much. Thinking from the perspective of benefits and benefits, if they were to fall out with Han Jin now, it would not be good for the future of the elves. Moreover, Han Jin was not someone who could be easily moved or lowered his head.
Between a well-tempered steel and a soft touch, only a stupid woman would choose the former. More importantly, Sunier could not let go of this relationship. The moment she saw herself stabbing Han Jin, her heart ached so much that she could not breathe. Therefore, what she should do was not to deliberately ignore Han Jin, but to protect her relationship with Han Jin and the elves in a roundabout way.
At this moment, Han Jin was sitting on the other side of the lake. His eyes were half open and half closed, and he was playing with a dark stone in his hand. However, his movements were somewhat cruel. With a gentle twist of his fingertips, the stone would be crushed into dust, but with a wave of his hand, the dust would condense into a stone again. If that stone was a life, it would undoubtedly be living in an endless hell of suffering.
Suddenly, Han Jin seemed to have thought of something. He shook his battle robes, stood up, and disappeared in a flash. The next moment, he appeared behind Sunier and Yalina.
"We should go back." Han Jin whispered, "We have been here for more than a day. They are very anxious, and … we have guests."
"Ah …" Yalina screamed. She did not care what Han Jin was saying. She snatched Sunier's arms, wanting to use Sunier to cover her half-exposed body. It seemed that she had learned from Han Jin's attitude. She then shouted angrily, "Go away!"
Sunier's reaction was much better than Yalina's. While she hugging Yalina, she turned around and asked, "It's more than a day? It can't be? "
"Haven't you heard of that saying? A day in the mountains is a thousand years in the world. " Han Jin smiled, then grabbed with his fingers. The battle robes and battle robes that Sunier and Yalina had thrown on the shore flew into Han Jin's hands. Then, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. Sunier and Yalina found themselves sitting on Han Jin's bed, and everything that had happened before was like a dream.
Yalina was stunned for a moment, then she immediately lifted the bed sheet, crawled in, and covered her head with it.
Han Jin casually threw the battle robes and battle robes on the chair and said with a smile, "Yalina, where did your courage go?"
"Courage?" Yalina did not understand. She poked her head out and looked at Han Jin blankly. Then, she remembered the scene when she and Han Jin went to find Qi Li and the others. She used her beauty to seduce Han Jin, and her face suddenly turned red.
"Okay, you don't have to go out. Just stay here." Han Jin smiled and waved his hand, then walked out.
"Come back!" Yalina shouted.
"What's wrong?" Han Jin turned his head.
Yalina was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes, but Han Jin had already said that guests were coming. Now was not the time to settle accounts with Han Jin. She glared at Han Jin with all her strength and pretended to be cold. "Take off your battle robes. Look at how torn they are! You have the nerve to wear them out to meet people? Those who don't know better will think that Sister Sunier and I are lazy! "
Han Jin looked down and smiled. "You're right." Then, he slowly walked to the bed and turned around.
Sunier sighed inwardly. Regardless of whether she still hated Han Jin or not, and whether or not he would be persuaded by her in the future, she would still have to serve him. Was this fate?
Sunier got up and knelt on the bed. First, she pulled off her tattered cloak, then untied the belt of her robe and took off Han Jin's Dragon Scale Armor.
"Are you done? Then I'll go now. It's not good to keep the guests waiting, "Han Jin said.
"What guests? Why are you in such a hurry? "Yalina asked.
"It's Angie."
"Angie?" Yalina's eyes widened. God knows what she was thinking.
Han Jin suddenly bent down and whispered in her ear, "It looks like … the apple is ripe. Don't be soft-hearted when it's time to eat, or the apple will rot." Then, he deliberately put the tip of his nose under Yalina's earlobe and sniffed deeply. Then, he turned around and walked out with a smile.
Yalina was stunned for a moment before she understood the meaning of Han Jin's words. She immediately became embarrassed and shouted, "You're the one who'll rot!" Then, she struggled to get up and threw the pillow at Han Jin.
"Yalina …" Sunier reached out and snatched the pillow from Yalina's hand. Han Jin and Yalina were flirting in front of her. Although she knew this day would come, she still had mixed feelings.
Seeing Sunier snatching her weapon, Yalina was unhappy. How disloyal! When Han Jin and Sunier were in conflict, she was on Sunier's side!
Yalina rolled her eyes and shouted at Han Jin's back, "If you want to eat, you should eat Sister Sunier first!"
"I've already eaten," Han Jin said bluntly.
"You … go to hell!" Sunier threw the pillow with all her strength. At this moment, she really hated that the pillow was too light and too soft!
Sunier's archery was amazingly accurate, but her throwing technique was not complimentary. The pillow flew a few meters away from Han Jin and landed on the wall. At this time, Han Jin had already walked to the door. He turned around and smiled, then walked out and closed the door.
The room was silent. After a moment of silence, Yalina suddenly said, "You've already eaten …" Her tone was sour.
"Don't listen to his nonsense." Sunier felt ashamed. "You're going to be a king soon … and you're not serious at all!"
"Serious? But … does a king not want to have children? "
Yalina's words were simple and direct. Sunier's face became even redder than Yalina's. She didn't know how to answer and couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time. In the end, she simply lay on the bed and faced the other side, ignoring Yalina.
"Sister Sunier!" Yalina said.
Sunier didn't want to talk to Yalina, but when she thought about how she and Yalina would both become queens in the future, she had to carefully protect their relationship. She could only reluctantly respond vaguely.
"Sister Sunier, are you … tasty?" Yalina said with a smile.
Sunier couldn't help but feel angry. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then turned around and looked at Yalina. "You … you don't understand."
"What don't I understand?" Yalina immediately asked seriously. In fact, she didn't want to let go of this topic because she wanted to know the inside story.
"You'll have that day sooner or later, don't laugh! What's so funny? Let me tell you … "
* * * * *
On the side of the God of War, Dominique was the first to notice the blue light coming from afar. She also recognized who it was and immediately ordered someone to inform Guevara. She also tidied up her attire and prepared to welcome the Frost Dragon.
In a dozen breaths' time, Anqielle had already approached the God of War. She gradually slowed down and landed lightly on the deck.
"Welcome, welcome! Lady Anqielle! " Guevara, Zenglin, Jeddis, and Adolf stepped forward to greet them. Since Han Jin had said that Anqiel had always been his comrade-in-arms in the battle against the Abyss World, they sincerely welcomed Anqiel's arrival with the highest level of respect.
Anqielle smiled reluctantly, then threw a skeleton that was tied up like a dumpling to the side.
"You … What's wrong?" Guevara and the others only then realized that Anqielle's expression was not good.
"I'm sorry …" Anqielle said faintly, "I couldn't …" She was feeling guilty for not being able to advance and retreat together with Han Jin. But before she could finish her sentence, she was stunned because Han Jin slowly walked out from behind Guevara and the others.
"You don't recognize me?" Han Jin smiled.
Anqielle was stunned for a moment before a smile slowly blossomed from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were filled with joy, and the tip of her nose was slightly raised. If it was said that wherever Anqielle went, people would feel as if they were in a world of ice and snow, then Anqielle herself was like a winter jasmine blooming in the snow, elegant and proud. Her dazzling beauty caused the people on the God of War to be unable to extricate themselves from it. Even the ascetic Adolf was in a daze, let alone the others.
"I have to admit, it's too unexpected!" Anqielle said slowly. "Raphael, you are not a person who easily admits defeat. Since you appeared on the God of War, can I take it that the God of the Underworld, Stia … has completely disappeared?"
"You guessed correctly." Han Jin sighed softly. He had no intention of hiding anything. "I also obtained the divinity of the God of the Underworld, Stia. Although it was only a fragment, it provided me with great help."
Guevara and the others all became motionless statues. They only knew that Han Jin had broken into the Abyss World, killed the Demon King Donald, and also killed the Great Lich Denver, who could cause a raging storm at any time. This was equivalent to completely ending the war. But where did the God of the Underworld, Stia, come from?
The Fallen Angel Catherine's face also became stiff. Ever since Han Jin's return, she suddenly realized that she could not see through Han Jin. At this moment, Anqielle's words reminded her that her absurd guess was actually true!
"You … did it?" Anqielle's voice was slightly trembling.
Han Jin looked at Anqielle for a long time and slowly nodded.
Anqielle's snow-white battle dress fluttered without wind. Her hands were clenched into fists, then slowly loosened, then clenched again. This clearly showed how excited Anqielle was.
Because of the difference in their levels, Guevara and the others could not understand what Han Jin and Anqielle were talking about. After all, imagination had its own limits. Only those who had reached that level and had a vague understanding of a higher power would be able to understand the meaning of Anqielle's words.
If Han Jin told ordinary people how he defeated a god, it was likely that everyone would treat him as a madman. If Guevara and the others were the audience, they naturally would not suspect that Han Jin was talking nonsense. However, it was very likely that they would feel fearful or at a loss. After all, gods only existed in legends. Facing a new god, what kind of attitude should they maintain?
This was also the reason why Han Jin briefly described his experience. If he said too little, he would not be able to explain it clearly. If he said too much, it would become a flaunt. Therefore, it was better to remain silent.
Only Anqielle could understand Han Jin's words, actions, and achievements. It could even be said that at this moment, Anqielle was Han Jin's only confidant. The other expert who was qualified to participate in this conversation was naturally the Fallen Angel Catherine. However, she had not witnessed the battle and could not understand it, so she could only let her imagination run wild.
"Have a seat," Han Jin said with a smile as he moved to the side.
In Anqielle's dictionary, the word 'bashful' shouldn't exist. Although she clearly knew that Han Jin had already taken the final step, she still acted very naturally. She nodded her head, gently lifted her skirt, and sat down on an armchair.
"I was wondering why the Black Dragons suddenly withdrew," Anqielle said softly. "So it turns out that Valentine was scared out of his wits."
"I don't need to scare him. His courage is pitifully small," Han Jin said with a smile.
Anqielle could not help but recall Valentine's cowardly actions, especially when Han Jin was seriously injured, and the extremely vexed expression on his face. She also smiled and changed the topic, "Nicholas returned to the Grand Light Empire a few days earlier than us. He has already launched an all-out counterattack. Victory is only a matter of time. Have you thought about what we should do next?"
"You mean …" Han Jin asked. He did not know when, but he and Anqielle no longer paid attention to using honorifics.
"You have already destroyed the Demon Race, and Denver is dead. Hmm … Nether God Stia has also fallen in your hands. Only Valentine is left in the Abyss World. Don't you think that this is the time for us to launch the final attack?"
"And then?" Han Jin asked again.
"And then … it's the problem between you and Nicholas. I don't want to be involved." Anqielle paused for a moment, and then smiled. "If you want me to be involved, I might help you, because I can't trust Nicholas."
Han Jin remained silent, as if he was deep in thought.
Guevara and the others silently looked at Han Jin and Anqielle, while Han Jin was lost in thought. In his absent-mindedness, an atmosphere that he had been deliberately hiding quietly spread.
That was distance, a distance that could not be described with words. Han Jin was clearly sitting in the God of War, but everyone felt that Han Jin was extremely far away, and they could not touch him. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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