My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

No wonder Nero and Bai Ye were so unbelievable, because in their field of vision, there was no such petite girl in a red dress who was used to being silent.

𝟔𝟗𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐱.𝐧𝐞𝐭】

Instead, there was a stunningly beautiful woman, dressing up in front of the mirror.

She has dark horns that stand proudly like a beast of disaster, adding a full wildness to her temperament. The blond hair that Zeng Lao had tied up fell down, covering half of her magnificent jewel-like burgundy eyes, and rested on her chest.

It was as if tears of joy had once been shed, and now the tears were still wet, leaving red marks on this beautiful face - but those were definitely not scars or scars, but someone who had held her hand and promised to be with her. Fellow companions, proof of love.

Beside her, a huge black sword was leaning quietly. It was flame, disaster, the red of the setting sun that filled the field of vision, and the warmth of life that was constantly being lost.

It was, yes—the fire that burned the world.

This is the first impression this woman and her sword leave on people.

But the woman who clearly gave people such an unsettled feeling was now staying quietly in the room, combing her hair by the window and looking into the mirror.

A woman looks good to one who pleases herself.

But what kind of stars can make such a stunning beauty suppress the excitement of expectation and dress up bit by bit, just to be able to get closer to the other person more perfectly?

"This familiar feeling, hmm." Nero pondered for a long time and said uncertainly, "It's Draco... right?"

"Hmm, what's wrong? Are you charmed by Yu's peerless beauty?" The beauty exuding wildness and enthusiasm turned her head and smiled proudly at her prototype, "You're welcome, feel free to praise me!"

"Are you Draco?" Bai Ye blinked, looked at the stunned Nero, and then at the enthusiastic Draco. After a moment, he came to an unexpected and natural conclusion.

"Although Nero said that you like to squat in the corner, like a little hedgehog... But as expected, even if the possibility exists, Nero should have such a character."

"Yeah, yeah, sister Bai Ye is right!" The two little lolita who followed nodded sharply, and their presence was angrily washed away.

"Oh, my prototype, is this what you said about me?"

Draco stood up. When her body was fully revealed in front of everyone, Bai Ye noticed that she had faded away from the golden-red men's clothing, replaced by a breastplate with a gorgeous pattern and a slender pair of legs. Leather pants for legs.

A girl, a noble, a general, an emperor...so many elements are harmoniously gathered in this outfit, making this beauty exude a different kind of charm.

more importantly--

"Besides, Yu is indeed taller, huh~"

Once they stood together with Nero, the height gap between them was obviously disappointing... Even if Nero stood on tiptoe many times in dissatisfaction, he could only barely touch Draco's chin.

Emperor Nero was defeated miserably.

"Ugh, why, how could this be like this!" Nero Orz, his whole body turned gray, "This is unreasonable. You were clearly smaller than me before, and you were simply a gloomy child!"

Bai Ye, who didn't know Draco's original appearance, remained silent, just listening to the lamentation of Nero's defeated dog:

"If it becomes like this, doesn't it overlap with my attributes? No, it even exceeds them!"

Then the other Nero, Draco, was heard laughing.

"You're right, I'm the prototype of Yu. Although Yu is the possibility of Emperor Nero, he failed to meet the end, the beast that cursed the world, the bad end of Emperor Nero, but Yu also grew up because of it. It’s not frozen in the moment of youth, but engraved on the record tape in a more perfect manner!”

She opened her arms and proudly showed everyone her curvy body and her beautiful face that exuded wildness.

"It can be said that this image has transcended those three sunsets, and there is no possibility of it being my (your) future form!"

"Call me the reincarnation of Claudius from another world—no, Draco, the Emperor of Warcraft!"

No, this is a bit...

The corner of Bai Ye's mouth twitched, and he felt that the two Nero's, one big and one small, together, made the stomachache index rise sharply. However, the Alices clapped their hands excitedly. Obviously, this childish and twee title suited them very well. taste.

Nero couldn't get up again, so Bai Ye thought for a while, then took a step forward and asked them about their other purpose of coming this time.

"Um, Miss Draco... do you know where Shuoyue went?"

The young man who has been disconnected since early morning.

Thinking about it carefully, the mysterious man who claimed to be Seneca in the illusion was very similar to him in behavior. But if this was the case, why was he so secretive and unwilling to be exposed?

More importantly, when Bai Ye lost his memory, the young man took it upon himself to break their contract, causing her to be unable to sense his current location.

...Damn it, this arrogant man!

There was murderous intent in Bai Ye's eyes, and she silently clenched her pink fists, and at this moment, she heard Draco's doubtful question.

"Hey, don't you feel it?"

"That sound of fierce battle that makes people's blood boil comes from the depths of Yuexiang Sea..."

Her beautiful eyes swept over the confused people. Draco's eyes flashed and he suddenly stopped talking. She leaned down and lifted Nero's chin with her fingertips.

The scene froze for a moment. Even though they were both women, Bai Ye couldn't help holding his breath. The warm light in the room was shining. The blonde sister lifted up her sister's equally beautiful face, approached, looked down at her, and said with a smile:

"My stupid sister, although you came here in a hurry, I won't play with you anymore."

The high-heeled combat boots stepped on the ground, and the red sword lying quietly was shaken by the air wave, just caught by Draco. The wild beauty played a sword flower, hummed a little song, and walked out of the door in a chic manner.

"That, Saber..." Bai Ye looked at Nero who was suppressed from beginning to end with some sympathy, but the young emperor turned over and sat up, touched her chin, recalled the cool Draco just now, pondered for a while, and actually laughed foolishly, stretched out her hand and gave a thumbs up.

"Nice, worthy of me!"

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One, two, three.

Fifty, one hundred, three hundred.

One thousand... Never mind, I'm too lazy to count.

The flames of dawn ignited, blasting the angel holding the Western sword; the morning light rushed, cutting off those who drew bows, raised sticks, chanted spells... all in half.

In the light of dusk, the young man roared, and his black and white wings fluttered, like a storm rolling up from the ground, tearing apart the obstacles again. When the fight continued, the burning will of war would not cool down, but would only become numb.

But the sword in his hand would be polished to be more and more narrow!

"Crane Wing Triple Combo!"

Only by shouting can one feel that he is still alive, not a machine that executes cold killing. Shuoyue shouted loudly, throwing the black and white double blades with a wonderful force, and then pulling back without looking back, the iron light melted new feathers for the sword, and Shuoyue drew the sword and charged!

The heaven and earth were cut by the sharp blade. The high-speed rotating blade was like a beast breaking out of a cage, easily biting through the angels' defenses and tearing their bodies into pieces. On the road of death they opened up, Shuoyue, with his fluttering cloak like a flame, charged and tore the faceless angels who gathered again!

After a hearty charge, Shuoyue took a deep breath and felt dizzy. Then his chest hurt. He lowered his head. A red tassel spear and a sharp Mo Dao pierced his heart and chest cavity from left to right.

But there was no blood, or the flesh and blood of the warriors had been sacrificed to this battlefield.

Shuoyue's face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were as bright as cold stars, with platinum, rainbow blue, and golden light jumping in his eyes.

Weapons can destroy his body, but they cannot defeat the soul in this container.

The third magic: Soul Materialization.

"Are you stupid, brothers?" The wound was repaired in an instant. Shuoyue wiped the corner of his mouth, turned his head and pounced on the unsuspecting attacker like a hawk.

"I have unlocked the blood lock!"

The knife light was like a thread, crushing the two angels who did not follow martial ethics into powder. Then Shuoyue rolled on the ground, skillfully dodged the rain of arrows, and then jumped high, drew the bow with his hand, and the arrow was like a meteor.

"Fantasy collapse!"

The spiral sword shot out and deeply embedded in the chest of an angel. The faceless angel lowered his head stiffly, and then was swallowed by the blazing white light. The fierce explosion was accompanied by a rumble, clearing all the enemies within a range of dozens of meters.

The strong barrier rose, earning a moment of respite for the young man. In the chaotic attack sound, Shuoyue supported his knees with both hands, only felt a buzzing in his ears, and was mentally exhausted to the extreme. He subconsciously waved, but the empty prop bar did not respond.

After fighting so far, he has run out of ammunition and food.

But there was no despair on Shuoyue's face. He just smiled mockingly, and before the barrier broke, he jumped up, reached into the open diamond-shaped space with his right hand, and pulled it casually.

"It's decided to be you, Grand Duke of Wallachia!"

"Shuoyue you TM!"

Accompanied by the angry curse that could tell that the blood pressure was already full, the warrior wearing mottled armor appeared beside Shuoyue. Facing the attack of the enemy program, he could only helplessly raise his spear and release the treasure:

"Kazikli Bey!"

A jungle of thorns rose from the ground, but compared to Shuoyue's killing, Vlad III's treasure seemed much weaker - the faceless angels used their magical powers to block the piercing of the rafters with swords, spears, and sticks, and some even rushed towards them without dodging!

Then Shuoyue laughed and cut off his head with a knife.

"How's it going, Grand Duke? Are you excited? Do you remember the heroic times you had on the battlefield?"

"Shuoyue! You!@#￥%..."

In contrast to Shuoyue's enthusiastic attitude, Vlad III was not lenient with this guy. He spoke beautiful Romanian as soon as he opened his mouth. He could force a noble Grand Duke into this state, which showed how broken he was inside.

A whole morning! Do you know how I spent this morning?