I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

She knows her own attributes, with her immature appearance and irresistible charm, few people can refuse.

"Hmm..." The previously leisurely and mischievous expression suddenly became panicked.

"Oh what?" Kuang San smiled and looked at the goddess in front of him with a smile.

"Ou Nie Jiang!" Pandora confessed very obediently.

After kneading the girl's face, she saw that Pandora had turned into a shivering look, her cheeks were flushed so red that she sat on the ground like a duck, her hands were covered between her legs.

Kuang San squatted down and poked her face. "So~ what exactly is the goddess looking for me?"

"Hmm..." Pandora took a deep breath in the weeping milk voice.

"The world is in crisis."

"Oh?" Kuang San tactically leaned back.

"The godslayers who have been rarely seen for hundreds of years have gathered seven in this era." Pandora was worried. "The final judgment may come at any time."

Kuang San nodded, indicating that he knew.

"And the turning point of fate is on this island, but that child failed to defeat Lord Military God." With a somewhat resentful tone, Pandora looked at Kuang San.

"Even His Highness can't be that one's opponent, but His Highness messed up everything."

"In order to be able to return to the normal world, can I implore Your Highness to grant authority to that child? After that...after that, Pandora..."

The voice became more and more trembling. Pandora, who was originally super energetic, turned her eyes away and tried hard to see Kuang San, but the moment her gaze was about to touch Kuang San's eyes, she turned away suddenly.

"Emmm..." Kurumi thought about it.

"Is it okay?" Pandora looked at Kurumi cautiously.

"No." Kuang San threw away the power in his hand and threw it into the backpack.

"Hmm." Pandora's shoulders slumped suddenly, she acted so shyly, didn't she succeed in seduction? "It's bad! Your Highness is really bad!"

"Ala Ala?" Kuang San's fingers turned from poking to pinching, and Pandora's body froze all of a sudden.

"Sorry!" She continued to apologize obediently.

"Don't worry, I can show you the King of the End." Smiling confidently, Kurumi rubbed Pandora's little head.

Pandora raised her head in a daze.

This guy...does she even know what she's talking about?

Her face seemed to still have the feeling of being rubbed maliciously, but the figure of the girl in front of her had disappeared, and in the boundary between life and death, only Pandora was left slumped on the ground.

She lowered her head and tightened her legs a little bit.

"What a big talker." Youyou resentfully, she slowly stood up.

Really... Did I make a mistake?When I was peeping before, I was obviously a bully who couldn't be provoked, how could I become so strong.

The delicate body was still shaking a little, and Pandora suddenly seemed to sense something.

Eighth Godslayer...

born.

Chapter 19 I would like to ask, who is your sister? (Pandora style super cowardly face)

The opponent is a god.

Although she didn't admit it, she said that she was an elf.

Like... an older sister.

Even though this god is a little different from the timid land god I met before, he doesn't even bother to hide his name, and looks proud and beautiful.

However, the opponent is indeed, there is nothing wrong with being a god.

There is only blackness left in the world, only where the god is, there is a little light standing upright.

She stood there, tall and graceful, beautiful as if beyond the limit of creatures, both terrifying and sublime.

"Give up, my child." With a soft voice, God looked at the girl.

She smelled a familiar smell on the girl, although it was only a little bit, but she must be a child who is closely related to herself.

God's voice is gentle and sentimental, and his watery eyes seem to be looking directly at fate.

The girl pursed her lips and said nothing.

Her eyes seemed to be on fire, and the purple-red sword in her hand pointed obliquely at the god in front of her.

The tips of her hair were condensed together due to sweat and blood, hanging down and sticking to her pretty face, that pure snow-like posture made the gods sigh for her.

The girl's whole body was in severe pain, and the petite body wrapped in tattered clothes was covered with bruises and wounds, and even her left arm was hanging limply.

The opponent is a god, the master who walks on the earth.

But she must not give up, this is the closest she is to her sister, absolutely, absolutely cannot fall down here.

The god stared at the girl, and then couldn't help but sigh.

If he didn't have a mission that he had to fulfill, even if he was knocked down here, so what?