I Became an Anonymous Boss

"It's not difficult to guess that this is the most suitable method at this stage, but even the Asuras of the nether world and the ghosts of the animal realm add up to more than a million, and you can't kill them all." The witch said calmly. .

"That's true..." Shirataki said that in order to get rid of Schrödinger's influence, Alcatel had to kill for more than ten years before breaking free from the river of blood.

"But it's not like there's no other way," she said. "You can try to beat me too, but you just can't bear to punch this face."

"What if I throw a punch?"

"It's nothing, I won't resist." The witch said softly, "It's just a little pain, you can't kill me."

"Extremely rogue."

"It's normal for a woman to be a rascal." The witch stroked his hair and smiled gently: "It's better to give up early, just stay here with me, as long as someone is with you, you won't feel lonely for thousands of years."

"I actually have a question." Shirataki said, "Why are you so obsessed with keeping me here?"

"..." The witch's fingers froze.

"Have you ever thought that perhaps it is because of your behavior that you are trapping me now that I cannot go back to a thousand years ago?" Shirataki said again.

"..."

"If you let me out now, maybe I won't disappear suddenly, and I can go back to a thousand years ago..."

"Hehe..." The witch suddenly smiled: "That's impossible, because in my memory, you have actually come back. Every time you go around in time and space, the knots formed are subtly different. History is not Something that never changes."

"So in your memory, I actually went back more than once?" Shirataki asked softly.

"Hmm..." the witch said softly.

"But then I suddenly disappeared." Shirataki said again.

"Ah."

"You think I abandoned you." Shirataki continued.

"I haven't thought about it that way." The witch stared at his strange-colored pupils: "If I thought about it, I should hate you."

"That's not hate?"

"Of course not." The witch said, "I love you, that's why I trap you."

Shirataki said in his heart that this expression of love was too distorted, but after thinking about it, he realized the deviation.

"Something must have happened in the future. You should know what happened, or have a guess. If I really leave you behind for a thousand years, it means that I may be..."

Shirataki made a guess, and even mentioned the possibility that he might burp.

The witch suddenly lowered her head, blocked his conjectures and questions, and used her lips.

She is not very skilled, very jerky, but very hard, holding her head with both hands and fixing it, not even giving a chance to hide.

Active kisses, inseparable hugs...

Shirataki lost the true energy of the demon, and almost suffocated in the deep kiss that lasted five minutes. His originally orderly mind was in chaos.

Until the vision was clear again, the witch's long hair was like a curtain rising, revealing that delicate and delicate cheek.

She licked her lips and commented: "It tastes good."

Shirataki still had the sweet taste of lipstick on his lips and tongue. The salesperson asked if he wanted to taste it at that time, but now he realized that the taste was not to chew on the lipstick, but to lick the lips that were covered with lipstick.

"You, you, you..." Shirataki said with trepidation, "This is the second time!"

"If there is one, there must be two." Her lips were as shiny and attractive as crystal jelly: "If there are two, there must be three."

"Are you coming again?"

"You lie down and stay in my arms, and you think I will keep it?" The witch lowered her voice, her voice was sexy and hoarse, full of fiery aggression: "How long do you think I have endured it? This is just a trivial interest .”

Having been taken advantage of several times in a row, this is the first time Shirataki has suffered such a disadvantage.

Unable to resist.

"I think if it goes on like this, it won't be long before you will eat it up." Bai Taki said, "Old cows eat tender grass."

"You just realized?" said the witch.

"Then I have one last question."

"what?"

"Are you Rei Hanyu, or Himiko?" Shirataki still asked this question.

"One body with two souls, one person with two faces, it's nothing more than the outside and the inside." The witch smiled: "Do you like Rei Hanyu's weaker personality? Do you like men and women?"

"What did you misunderstand." Shirataki explained to show his innocence.

"It doesn't matter, I don't mind... When I lost my memory in the past, you also liked to tease me, probably because you thought it was fun to bully innocent girls." The witch said eloquently: "Men always like cute little animals, But you don't know that she is dressed in the skin of a white rabbit, and hides a gray wolf in her heart... If you nod, maybe you will be eaten up that night."

"I just want to know what Rei Hanyu thinks." Shirataki asked, "Is she willing to stay here too?"

"Her will is my will, we are one."

"Are you really not unhappy at all?"

"It seems that you still haven't given up. Who taught you to be reluctant?" The witch asked, "Is it Duan Mujin?"

"Aren't you the same?" Shirataki said, "Are you willing?"

"That's not important." The witch said softly, "For me, the most important thing is that you are still by my side."

She showed off her face and smiled, her bright smile was gentle and lovely, and her smile was all over the country.

Shirataki thinks that he was probably blind in the past, Rei Hanyu is no worse than Duan Mujin, Duan Mujin is very beautiful, and the vivid smile of the girl in front of him is more beautiful than any painting, this smile can seduce people away The soul makes people willingly die under her skirt, it doesn't need to be gaudy, and it also makes people not have a trace of evil thoughts, but they have been taken away unconsciously.

The young man seemed to be conquered by her words and beauty, he stretched out his hand willingly, and slowly embraced her.

This hug is so intoxicating, forehead to forehead, an affectionate hug, not the slightest bit charming, but more exciting than words kissing.

The hug continued, both of them sinking into it.

Until a voice broke the silence.

Ding ding ding... The sound of the wind chime is so crisp, it resounds in the underworld, the notes are graceful, but it becomes a ray of noise in this situation.

Suddenly, Miko's embrace was empty.

Shirataki had left her knees, ended the hug, holding the wind chime in his hand, and stepped back step by step.

The girl looked at him, with a thousand kinds of reluctance and sadness in her eyes.

She was cheated.

Although he approached and embraced actively, he was always awake.

He never gave up his intention of leaving from the very beginning, even if he had no cultivation base, his existence itself was a sweet temptation and paralyzing poison to the witch.

Just as gods are charmed by demons.

Miko easily indulged in the sweet taste of love, ignoring the embankment.

In the last hug, her mind went blank, unaware that the Heavenly Demon had quietly taken the wind chimes from her arms.

She whispered: "As expected of a demon, even gods can be deceived and tempted."

Bai Taki sighed softly: "Don't say that, I'm not acting, the demon's heart is also fleshy."

The witch asked: "I'm not sad, I'm just a little disappointed. It's such a beautiful scene, why break it?"

Shirataki held the wind chime in his palm silently: "Because I'm going to leave after all."

The witch asked: "Just because of the wind chime in your hand? It is a gift from you. I have worn it for a thousand years and never found anything special..."

Shirataki replied: "It is precisely because you have worn it for a thousand years that it can be awakened...to cause miracles."

[Wind Chimes for Sacrifice, it is said that a priestess in charge of miracles, a god who has been worshiped has used the wind chimes that have been sacrificed. Even after a long time has passed, there is still a trace of miraculous power left on it. Just shaking the wind chimes can summon the breeze, Hosted by the blessing of the wind god]

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The sacrificial wind chime is just a sacrificial instrument, and it looks ordinary.

If there is no cut of the boundary gate, Bai Taki would not be able to know its origin.

But the word 'miracle' is not a word that can be mentioned casually.

What is a miracle?The probability of a miracle is to throw a monkey that will never die of old age and a printer that will never break down into a space, and let the monkey keep typing on the keyboard until it produces a Hamlet... This probability is infinitely close to Zero, but not exactly zero.

The power that causes miracles is different from manipulating cause and effect, but it is not weaker than the chain of cause and effect itself.

Miracles are the extremes of chance, unlike luck, which can be artificially triggered.

If Shirataki hadn't handed over the sacrificial wind chime to the priestess, there is absolutely no possibility of him causing a miracle now.

But by coincidence, he personally handed over this sacrificial wind chime to the witch, and followed the witch through thousands of years.

And who is the witch?

She is Amaterasu Great Goddess, she is the god of Huangquan, the absolute ruler of Yingzhou who created the realm of the six realms.

She is no longer an ordinary witch, and even the sacrificial wind chime she wears is no longer an ordinary thing.

The sacrificial wind chimes that are worn on the gods every moment are equivalent to being worshiped for a thousand years.

The power of faith is the source of 'miracles'.

Himiko didn't know this, and always cherished the wind chime as a gift by his side.

The moment Shirataki got this wind chime, the power of miracles had already begun to operate.

Even so, inducing a miracle itself is not an easy task.

The stronger the wish, the less likely it is to cause a miracle.

Even if it is the power of faith accumulated over thousands of years, it is impossible to fundamentally destroy the already stable realm of the six realms.

It has accumulated the thickness of hundreds of millions of living beings, and it is impossible to tear apart the realm of the six realms simply by praying and miracles.

Shirataki was also well aware of this.

He held the wind chime, triggering the miraculous power, and the power of faith in the wind chime turned into a torrent.

His prayer is only one.

Even if it was only for a moment, he hoped to shake the Miko's determination.

There seemed to be a long sigh in the ears of the witch, and she suddenly seemed to have returned to a thousand years ago, back to the time when she had not yet become a maiden of the shrine. On the wishing board, she also remembered that she wrote down a wish... A gust of wind blew, the wishing tree rustled, and the crisp sound of the boards colliding fell into her ears.