I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

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Feng's sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the sky, as if mocking.Medusa's shoulders trembled, and the aggrieved look made Kuang San want to hug her into his arms.

"...beat it!" With a soft voice, Medusa's eyes were filled with tears, and her bright purple eyes stared at the phoenix in the sky.

She blinked.

In Erica's almost suffocating feeling, those purple eyes suddenly became abnormally hollow.

The deep red light turned into countless lines, locking Feng firmly in the invisible space.

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The golden bird of prey fell from the sky with a mournful cry.

Chapter 11 War God

Yesterday, I was glad that there were not all gods beside His Highness Kuangsan, there was also a childish girl.

Today reality jumped hard in Erica's face.

Those eyes seemed to span all distances, as if they wanted to include everything in the field of vision, Erica only felt that she was being seen through coldly.

The body could not move at all, with the feeling that even the flowing blood was frozen, Erica realized who the immature girl in front of her was.

She is really a crow's mouth... She sighed.

The goddess that is often circulated in the Mediterranean - Medusa.

Looking directly into those eyes, is he going to turn into stone?

Consciousness was a little fuzzy, and the mournful sound of 'Feng' seemed to come from outside the window.

That's right, if the prosperous Weleslana came in person, it would indeed be possible to defeat Medusa.But 'Feng', who is only one of the ten incarnations, poses no threat to Medusa.

But I couldn't think that much anymore, and it seemed that Anna... no, it was Her Highness Medusa's panicked voice.

Maybe Her Highness Medusa has never seen such a weak person as herself, but the aftermath couldn't bear it.

Suddenly there was a delicate touch on the lips, with a sweet orchid fragrance.

Erica remembered the smell, it was the sweet and soft fragrance from His Royal Highness Kuangsan, something was fed into her mouth.

In the next second, the dominated body regained its softness, and the blood circulation has also been restored.

"Cough, cough..." Erica coughed violently.

There was an overly silky and smooth silk stocking touch from the palms and under the body, and the softness behind the head was also crazily refreshing her own existence in Erica's heart. A small strand of black hair brushed against her cheeks, and Erica Rika instantly understood what kind of posture she should be in now.

This is really... so exciting!

This wave was petrified.

Erica, whose head was still muddy, licked her lips subconsciously, and almost bit Kurumi's fingertips.

Kuang San calmly wiped the girl's tender face with his slightly wet fingertips, and put her back on the seat.

Meanwhile, Medusa nervously apologizes to Erica.

Erica looked at Medusa who was teary-eyed because the delicious food was swept away, hesitated for a while, and pushed her plate forward.

Kurumi caressed the girl's back without saying a word, but turned slightly sideways and looked at the street outside.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was standing there, holding his shoulder strap with one hand, looking upstairs with a complicated expression.

He suddenly showed a relieved smile, waved to Kuang San, turned around and ran out of the city.

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Looking at the figure on the second floor of the hotel in front of him, Kusanagi Godou heaved a sigh of relief.

Miss Tokisaki is fine, she defeated the towering mountain-like God King.

It's just that it looks a little weird, and it always feels a little less charming just now, and a little more soft and gorgeous.

Without thinking too much, Kusanagi Godou tugged at the backpack on his body, made a move towards Kuang San, turned around and ran towards the outside of Cagliari.

Obviously he is just a weak human being, but he is still thinking about others, maybe this is a fool.

Kusanagi Godou laughed at himself, this is probably the so-called obsession of men.

Maybe there will be a girl who likes herself like this~ Then step into the hidden world of gods and witches, and finally start a heroic story.

It sounds a bit like the main character.

And the direction he was running... was exactly where Feng fell.

Kusanagi Godou was always thinking in his head~ If there is a phoenix, that boy should also appear.

He was still a little unwilling.

The image of the boy that emerged in his head was still the boy who played ball with him, not a disobedient god aloft.

Kusanagi Godou clutched his backpack tightly.

Between these disobedient gods and witches, he is just a small supporting role, but... people always have dreams, and people always feel that they are different from others.

The stone slabs in the bag were constantly emitting heat, and Kusanagi Godou ran faster and faster, as if he was being pushed by the wind behind him.