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Chapter 235 The old man must be pretending to be sick
Since the recovery of Qinghui Territory, it has been rebuilt and developed at an extremely rapid pace.

The greatest contributor was naturally Duke Qinghui, who worked tirelessly for his territory and people.

In order to restore Qinghui Territory to or even surpass its past prosperity, he continued to accept aid and investment from all over, resorting to all sorts of trickery and deception, to the point that rumors spread in the outside world that the dignified Lord Qinghui was selling his body.

This is really outrageous, and has been confirmed by the authorities to be a rumor!

However, Westhead's desperate look was indeed excessive in the eyes of others. This [Branch of Prosperity] was obviously very young and had an immeasurable future, but he worked as hard as if he had only a few years of good days left, trying to get the territory back on track.

To this end, Westhead did not hesitate to trample on all past traditions and violate all worldly laws.

Only Lord Qinghui himself knows the reason behind this. There is not much time left in the mortal world.

According to the time calculation, the impact that Chaos has been brewing for thousands of years will come at any time in the future, and Westhead cannot tell the exact time.

It could be tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or next month, and the longest time is within half a year.

According to the timeline of "Poem of Destiny", it is no longer accurate to say that the Holy Spirit of Purity has been corrupted much earlier than in the game, so the corresponding chaos outbreak should also be brought forward.

Time passed by like this until one noon, when Westhead saw Yulda walk into the room with a serious face and said straight to the point:

"The ancestor seems to be ill."

Westhead said without looking up:
".You are just pretending. The Holy Spirit cannot get sick."

Whenever the Bright Holy Spirit felt bored, she would act up and ask Westhead to come over and play with her.

And ever since he learned that his two closest children were going to work hard to reproduce the tribe, the White-haired Holy Spirit has become even more aggressive, inviting Westhead and Yulda to the holy land every now and then to perform the inheritance of the Pure Blood in his love nest.

At first, Westhead would accompany her patiently and obey her, but when the frequency increased, he was too lazy to pay attention to the Bright Holy Spirit.

"But the ancestor looked really painful. No matter how I tried to comfort her, it was useless. She kept calling you over."

Yurda frowned and said, "She said that if she can't see you, she will make a scene."

"This old guy, forget it, it's just right to hold a small party."

Westhead shook his head and stood up, planning to torture the Holy Spirit and take a break at the same time.

He hurried to the Holy Land Garden at a leisurely pace. As soon as he stepped into the barrier, the first thing that caught his eye was a rushing waterfall. The clear white torrent hit a figure with long purple-black hair.

I saw Miss Knight sitting cross-legged under the waterfall. Her thin shirt was completely soaked, and her beautiful figure was faintly visible.

Mivana sat quietly like a sculpture, her handsome and delicate face exuding an ethereal and transcendent temperament that seemed otherworldly.

Seeing this, Westhead couldn't help but ask:

"What kind of practice are you doing?"

When the wolf-eared girl said she wanted to overcome her weaknesses, she was not just saying it casually, but she really worked hard. Mivana set up a strict training process for herself to restrain the increasingly inflated Xingyu in her heart.

Westhead couldn't understand the other party's series of practice processes.

He ran around everywhere and asked the Holy Spirit of Purity to build a special training ground in the Holy Land Garden, which was regarded as too flashy.

Hearing Westhead's voice, Myvana opened her golden eyes in the water and explained:

"This is also part of the knight's training. Many knights will train their will and body in the abyss waterfall under the Heart of Mist, trying to stay calm under pressure, and sometimes continue for more than a month."

No, the waterfall of the Heart of Storm? Its water pressure impact is enough to smash the special steel used to cast warships into pieces. That kind of strength is just right for the body of the Eternal Storm Knight.

At the moment, the waterfall created by the Bright Holy Spirit can only be said to have more artistic conception than actual training effect.

But Miwana was also taking the challenge of quitting sex, so it didn't matter. As long as she could successfully kill off her energy and not squeeze herself, it would be considered a success. Miwana herself seemed to feel that the waterfall exercise was not effective enough. She came out of the water, rubbing her wet hair while looking directly at Westhead with her bright and burning eyes:
“I lasted twenty days this time.”

Twenty days, that's really hard work. But why don't you keep going, why do you look at me like that?!

You want to reward yourself after abstinence is over, right?

"I'm here to see the Bright Holy Spirit. I heard she's sick now?"

Westhead quickly changed the subject and mentioned the purpose of his visit.

Mivana blinked when she heard this, suppressed the desire in her eyes, regained her clarity, and nodded:
"Well, since the past two days, the Bright Holy Spirit seems to be feeling very uncomfortable. She used to come to me from time to time to cuddle with me. To be honest, that's really how I train my concentration and willpower."

The wolf-eared girl sighed, clenching her fists just from recalling the memory.

The White-haired Old Ancestor is extremely beautiful and likes all pretty and wonderful people. Westhead is of course the best choice, but if Lord Qinghui is not here, she can find other beautiful girls as substitutes. She is not picky.

Besides, this is also the reward for the Holy Spirit of Purity helping Mivana to train.

"Is it true?"

Westhead said in surprise, approaching the villa in the center of the garden with Mivana and Yurta.

From a long distance away, the sound of a certain holy spirit sighing could be heard, and the resentful and weak tone of his voice did not sound fake.

“I feel so uncomfortable.”

"Ah I want to die"

"Weiss. Where are you, kid?"

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And when Westhead climbed up the steps, he saw the Pure Holy Spirit lying in a small lake. The pure and beautiful body was tossing and turning without any image, moving little by little.

"Weiss!"

After Westhead approached, the bright holy spirit with drooping eyes finally perked up and crawled over fiercely.

It looks like a mudskipper jumping around.

Westhead squatted down and hugged the white-haired girl who threw herself into his arms, observing her carefully.

"Wow, Weiss, I feel so bad."

The Bright Holy Spirit looked up pitifully.

The white hair that had been pure and flawless in the dim light had become withered and bent at the ends, and that extremely beautiful face looked extremely haggard and pale.

The Pure Holy Spirit is probably indeed sick.

Westhead couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

If the Holy Spirit really showed signs of illness, there was only one possibility: he had been contaminated by the power of chaos.

Only the purely disordered power of chaos can infect the representative of order.

But the corruption of the Bright Forest should have been completely cleared away. In this case, the Holy Spirit still felt uncomfortable because it sensed something in advance due to its sensitive attributes.

Feel me fuck!

finally coming?!
(End of this chapter)