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Chapter 281 Players’ Right to Choose

"Akhtar, I want to ask you something." Sleipnir pursed his red lips, his expression became serious, and his eyes revealed a little oppression:
"Do you treat me as a mount or a partner?"

Ximu was slightly stunned, feeling the soft buttocks on his abdomen, then met Sleipnir's serious gaze and smiled:

"Partner, of course."

"As your partner, isn't it weird for me to be ridden by you every day?" Sleipnir fiddled with his long milky white hair by his ear, and his voice gradually became smaller, making it difficult to hear what he was saying.

Ximu looked at Sleipnir, whose cheeks were getting redder and pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Partner, can you speak a little louder?"

Sleipnir's cheeks turned even redder, and she moaned as if she was being bullied. She leaned forward and grabbed Akhtar's clothes on her chest with both hands. Her long milky white hair slid down her shoulders and fell on Akhtar's cheek.

"I say... you've been ridden for so long, it's time for me to get off you!" She gritted her teeth and deliberately raised her voice.

The man under her was the Lord of Ashes. It was impossible that he couldn't hear what she said just because she spoke so softly, but he deliberately asked her to say it again.

Ximu smiled when he heard that, then raised his hand and stroked Sleipnir's straight and slender legs, his palm running across her fair and delicate skin.

Sleipnir's breathing became rapid, and she couldn't help but turn her head away slightly. In the simulation world, she often saw Akhtar and Leticia running to the room to spend the night. Thinking that she should have taken down Akhtar first, she felt unwilling, so she decided to take down Akhtar as soon as she exited the simulation world.

However, when the time came, she became at a loss. She could only hint to Akhtar with words instead of speaking her thoughts directly.

however.

"Partner, what do you want me to become?" Ximu's hand slid down Sleipnir's waist, passed over the plump peaks, and landed on the rosy cheek. "Although I haven't tried it, I can still change my life form."

Sleipnir's beautiful eyes widened, and then she couldn't help but hit Akhtar's chest with her hand. This man was still deliberately being malicious at this time.

Now she mustered up extraordinary courage.

In the past, she was afraid of getting pregnant and then having to live a miserable life with the child, but now she has changed her original idea.

"I thought my partner wanted me to turn into a stallion and ride him." Ximu chuckled. As he developed his player powers, he had reached the point where he could change his life form at will, just like choosing a race at the beginning of the game, or changing his job to another species midway. For him, it was just a matter of a thought.

Unless it is a life form that he does not recognize, or a life form that he has never thought of, he can transform it with his power.

"It's fine as it is now." Sleipnir said softly, and Ximu did not refuse after hearing it, but suggested:
"Partner, do you want me to teach you how to ride me?"

"Do you need to be taught how to ride?" Sleipnir was slightly startled, and then he saw Akhtar smiling and lying on the bed with his arms open.

"If you don't need me to teach you, I'll just stay in bed and not move."

"Huh, I've also heard about this from the bard." Sleipnir snorted, then reached out for the buttons of Akhtar's shirt.

She had heard many stories told by many bards, which naturally included ambiguous details about heroes and princesses, although they were all ambiguous details made up by some third-rate bards in order to make a living.

But now is the time to put it to good use.

But soon she stopped and unbuttoned her clothes more and more slowly, feeling her heart about to jump out of her throat. This was indeed not what the bard had said.

"Let me teach you." Ximu smiled gently, put his hand on Sleipnir's shoulder, and pressed her on him.

Sleipnir just turned his blushing face away, as if he agreed to Akhtar's teachings on how to use riding skills.

And at the same time.

Shark girl Kashute came to the door and wanted to knock on it to call Lord Akhtar to go out for dinner, but after hearing a familiar voice, she suddenly stopped knocking on the door.

She often did this in Akhtar sir's room, and the noise she made was very similar.

"Sister Kasuita, why don't you call the teacher to get up?" The savior goddess came over. She still had many things to ask the teacher, but Shark Girl Kasuita hurriedly grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the living room downstairs.

The savior goddess looked back every few steps. She had just experienced the teacher's power to burn the world, and now she had a lot to communicate with the teacher.

"Lord Akhtar has something important to do now." Shark Girl Kashut explained as she dragged the Savior Goddess away. She couldn't let the Savior Goddess, a child less than one year old, witness the mess between her teacher and Sleipnir.

Otherwise it will have a bad influence on the savior goddess.

……

...

living room.

"Akhtar, do you have something to deal with?" The Sick Witch lay on the sofa, biting a piece of bread and said casually:

"That horse sneaked into Akhtar's room early in the morning. It must have something to discuss with Akhtar."

Upon hearing this, the Plague Goddess shook her head slightly and pulled the Savior Goddess to her side. She then asked the Savior Goddess about what happened in the simulated world and comforted the Savior Goddess's lost heart. She probably guessed what had happened.

The content was as she expected, and the savior goddess began to doubt whether she could break the world's eternal cycle of reincarnation.

She comforted her for a long time, and only then did the savior goddess adjust her mentality.

"Goddess of Plague, you are really suitable to be a mother." The Witch of Death looked at this scene and couldn't help but say something.

In response, the Plague Goddess simply rolled her eyes at her. It was difficult for the gods of this world to give birth to offspring, and even if they did, they would not be gods, because gods were essentially manifestations of the world's side.

If the Goddess of Fertility wanted to give birth to the Lord of Ashes' offspring, she could only inherit the qualifications or related talents of the bloodline, but she could not inherit the unique abilities from the soul, and it would be impossible for her to give birth to another Lord of Ashes or a god.

Of course, the gods did not want to give birth to another god and the Lord of Ashes, they just wanted the Goddess of Fertility to give birth to offspring with resistance to the Lord of Ashes.

in the afternoon.

The setting sun shines through the window and falls on the messy bed. A girl with long white hair is seen with her head resting on the man's shoulder. Her snow-white skin reflects the attractive luster in the sunlight, but the most attractive part should be her slender thighs. It's a pity that the soles of her feet seem to be stained with some white dirt, which falls on the arch of her feet and her pearl-like toes, making people feel a little like a beautiful jade covered in dust.

Ximu gently pushed Sleipnir away, but this subtle movement startled Sleipnir into waking up.

"You can rest more."

"No need." Sleipnir shook her head. She didn't want to separate from Akhtar yet. She was about to get out of bed with Akhtar but found that there was still something sticky on her feet.

Ximu suggested: "Why not just put on your shoes?"

Sleipnir glanced at her high heels. If she took off her shoes, her affair with Akhtar would surely be exposed, and leaving the room with such stuff on her feet would be too embarrassing.

"Then let's take a bath." Ximu suggested again, and then Sleipnir hooked his hands around his neck and complained:

“It’s going to be sticky and uncomfortable to walk on.”

"Then I'll carry you over there." Ximu picked up Sleipnir and took her to the bathroom. He didn't meet anyone on the way and took her to the bathroom smoothly, washing away the dirt on her hair, chest, and legs.

……

...

At night, the living room is brightly lit.

In front of the dining table.

"It seems that I didn't dream into the simulated world tonight." The Plague Goddess asked the man beside her while eating dinner:
"What happened?"

"The simulated world also needs to be updated." Ximu said with a smile as he picked up the barbecue in the bowl and placed it in Sleipnir's bowl.

Seeing this, Sleipnir just lowered her head to eat and did not actively join the conversation. She felt that everyone was looking at her strangely and did not want to talk yet.

And she is still struggling with one thing, that is, the Monster Witch wants her to be pregnant with Akhtar's child, and then study the power of the Lord of Ashes by studying Akhtar's child.

Putting aside the fact that she is willing to have a baby, even if she is pregnant, she is unwilling to hand over her child for research, even though the Monster Witch should only take blood samples and not perform dissection or anything like that.

But she was reluctant to let her child be studied, but how could she reasonably refuse the monster witch?

"It may take some time to update." The Plague Goddess nodded slightly, worry showing on her pretty face, "Nowadays, many people can no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood, and they don't quite agree with the real world."

Ximu explained: "There are still a few days for them to adapt to reality, and this can be regarded as a preview of the future."

The Plague Goddess did not refute.

This world will eventually go towards Ragnarok, so it would be better for people to be more mentally prepared now so that they will not be too desperate before death.

"By the way, I plan to go to the Dragon Empire to meet an old friend." Ximu suddenly changed the subject, "Would you like to go with me?"

The Plague Goddess paused while eating, and a helpless expression appeared on her pretty face: "Taking me with you will only hinder your date with your lover, right?"

She crossed her fingers and lightly supported her chin.

"We might as well just stay here."

"That's really a pity." Ximu said this, but there was no regret in his tone. He said that more to inform the Plague Goddess that he was leaving.

however.

"Teacher, I want to go too." The savior goddess suddenly spoke. She wanted to be with the teacher, but she just wanted to not disturb the teacher on his date.

"Yeah." Ximu did not refuse. He didn't mind having the goddess of savior by his side. He could also teach her at the same time.

"Savior, you'd better not follow me." The Plague Goddess shook her head gently, her eyes falling on the Savior Goddess, "She needs to learn some ladylike etiquette and correct the bad habits she learned in the simulated world."

The Goddess of Savior wanted to refute, but looking at the oppressive eyes of the Goddess of Plague, she did not have the courage to refute. She could only look to Teacher Akhtar for help, but Teacher Akhtar turned his head away, pretending not to see her call for help.

Now she has to save the world and has no time to waste learning ladylike etiquette. Well... this is what she complained in her heart.

But I dare not say it out loud.

Day two.

in the afternoon.

at the door.

"If you encounter danger, just shout to the sky, 'Teacher, help me.'" Ximu rubbed the head of the savior goddess, then glanced at Sleipnir and the shark girl Cassutus, who disappeared into the distance together.

The Goddess of Savior touched her head with a reluctant expression on her face, but she still returned to the room with the Goddess of Plague and the Witch of Death.

Now she was kind of looking forward to dreaming her way into the simulation.

……

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The Empire of Dragons.

This country dominated by dragons occupies a continent and possesses enviable wealth, but it is also a gathering place for cultists.

The headquarters of the Order of Death exists on the border of the Dragon Empire.

Of course, the current Order of Death is no longer a cult, but an orthodox religion recognized by the gods and does not need to hide in the dark.

Seaside beach.

The azure waves hit the beach, and then reluctantly receded. The white-haired Loli walked on the beach. People of different races passed by her, and no one dared to disturb her. This did not mean that she was very scary.

But she was wearing the uniform of a nun of the Order of Death, which made her very intimidating. Ordinary people did not dare to offend a member of the Order of Death who was once a cult member.

Anyone who can join the Order of Death is extremely dangerous.

"Are you alone, little sister?" A teasing voice suddenly came, and a shadow covered the petite body of the white-haired loli.

"Would you like to go play with me?"

No matter how you look at it, it's a pick-up with bad intentions, especially with such standard villain language, you can tell right away that she's going to be taught a lesson by the protagonist of the story.

Old fashioned and uninspired.

"Okay." The white-haired girl raised her cheeks and looked at Akhtar who appeared in front of her with a bright smile:

"What is this gentleman who is trying to strike up a conversation with going to take me to?"

Ximu thought for a moment and said, "Let's go have a glass of juice?"

"Shouldn't we have a drink?" The white-haired Loli couldn't help laughing, but her ruby-like eyes never left the man in front of her for a moment.

"I was thinking before that Sleipnir would not want to be controlled by the false Lord of Ashes, so the only one who can ride on Sleipnir is the true Lord of Ashes."

She held Akhtar's wrist and walked together on the beach.

"When did you come back?"

"It's been a while." Ximu replied with a smile, looking at the little girl in a white dress beside him and explaining, "This time I came here to bring your soul out of hell."

The white-haired Lolita smiled sweetly and raised her hand to gently place it on her chest: "The gods of hell have returned my soul to me."

"Then it has nothing to do with me." Ximu nodded slightly, and then he felt someone holding his little hand tightly, pulling him to a stop.

"No, you have something very important to tell you." The white-haired Loli raised her hand to her chest, letting the sea breeze pass through her skirt and hair, while the setting sun shone on her delicate little face.

She smiled sweetly.

"It's time to keep me company now."

(End of this chapter)