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"Oh? Are you looking for them? The two little ghosts of my family left with that female elf, and the others went to that world for vacation. If you bother me, it's useless even if it's Meteora. I'm studying the adaptation of my children Sex..." At this point, the silver-haired woman's tone suddenly paused.He stared at the people around Meteora.

A pair of eyes moved left and right, and finally settled on Weston.

"Ha ha……"

Weston looked at each other calmly: "Freya."

The god I met in the first world is also my immediate boss, who has the strongest family of Olali-the goddess of beauty, Freya.

"So, no matter how you escape, you will eventually return to my side. You see, it's just like what I said." Freya said playfully.

"I didn't come back for you." Weston said calmly.In the past, he had imagined whether Goodbye would retaliate countless times in the past, but now that the other party appeared in person, there was no disturbance in his heart.

He is no longer the other party's family, and in this world, the other party is not the scheming goddess who can play with him at will.

"This makes me so sad. I took our child by myself, but you were having a good time outside. It's too unfair even if you are a couple, let alone you are just my family." Freya's eyes flickered Through an inexplicable light.Then she walked up to Weston step by step, looking at Weston's face with both hands.

"Let me take a good look at you... Hey, you have completely changed inside! Who changed you? I'm really jealous." The moment she spoke, Freya suddenly moved her face closer.

He wanted to do something, but was immediately stopped by Weston's hand: "Forget it, Freya."

To outsiders, this seems to be an intimate scene, but only Wes notice knows that this is definitely a conspiracy.

"Oh?" There was a trace of regret and coldness in Freya's eyes.

Even if she didn't reach the final kiss, she at least confirmed the attitude problem of the other party.

This guy has stiff wings.Think you can resist?Heh... the other party will understand in the evening.

"Weston, is she..." Joan tried to ask.

"Don't hold inexplicable emotions, little girl, I won't give up my child to anyone." Freya smiled playfully.

Joan of Arc's face suddenly flushed slightly, this kind of woman was too explicit in both her actions and her way of speaking, it was completely different from Meteora.

"Vulgar tastes, relying on a stable relationship to think they can occupy everything? I really can't stand it."

"Oh?" Freya glanced at the long-eared woman with black feathers in surprise: "Little girl, who are you?"

Semiramis snorted coldly: "Little girl? If we talk about history..."

Weston couldn't bear the Assyrian empress being slapped in the face, and interjected: "In terms of history, she is actually [-] million years old."

Semiramis' face was stunned: "God?"

"That's right, it's a god~ As long as it's human, no matter how old it is, it's just a little girl to me."

Semiramis let out a sneer: "It's been a long time, but in the end, is this the only way to control people?" What she was referring to was Freya's public announcement of Weston's sovereignty.

Freya pondered: "It will take a long time for you to understand what is the simplest and most effective method."

Everyone was speechless watching the two women whose mouths gradually became full of gunpowder.It's just an interjection, is that the end result?

However, most of the heroic spirits, seeing Freya and Semiramis confronting each other, inexplicably felt that these two women are actually similar in sex, in other words - the same sex repels each other.

"Okay, Freya. And the Empress of Assyria. Please stop arguing." Meteora interrupted the two women who were having a heated conversation.

Whether it is Freya or Semiramis, there is some kind of conspiracy against Weston.

Freya is isolated here, and she yearns for adaptive restoration of divine power.It is only natural to do the same to Weston, but the other empress is not clear, neither of these two women is a fuel-efficient lamp.But one thing I have to mention is that this guy Weston seems to be very attractive to this kind of woman.

Ugh……

Sighing secretly, Meteora said to Weston: "Let's rest here for a few days. In a few days, Vilia and the others will probably come back with the stored data. At that time, you can also get You want!"

"Do you know what I want?" Weston tried to ask her.

Meteora shook her head: "I have a lot of clues about your daughter Fran and Lancer (Skaha). Fran should be fine, and the information I got about the coordinates of Skaha is towards the space tower. There's gone. But there's something alien there to stop him."

After hearing what Meteora said, Weston relaxed briefly.

"You still have a lot of doubts. I want to wait for the answer before making a decision! Please don't forget your responsibilities, and don't forget your true thoughts."

Responsibility and ideas?

The first images that echoed in his mind were those artificial humans and his own daughters.

And the silent joy of being alone in the world...

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late at night.

Room 302.

Weston lay on the bedboard of the past twenty years, staring at the white wall above his head.

Thinking about what he said during the day, what he lacks now is the truth.Before the answer comes, or there is no answer at all.

"That's right... When I arrived in this world, I didn't have too many emotional fluctuations. Perhaps, I have already decided in my heart..." Weston murmured to himself.

One's own will, that is without a doubt...

"What have you decided?" An unexplained voice came from beside the bed, without any footsteps, a female figure appeared in front of him.

Weston immediately sat up and looked at the woman who came: "Freya?"

The revealing clothes of the daytime, but compared with the white dresses that are at least worn during the daytime, are gone now.Wearing nothing but feathers to cover key points.There is no cloth covering her chest, and there is no underclothes covering her private position. It is just feathers. As long as the wind blows and she moves a little, she will completely expose herself.