The Endless Shuttle

"Frank and vain guy."

Luo Pei put down his teacup and stretched out a few hoses to pull Fu Jiang into his arms.

"Well, it's not bad to taste fresh dishes occasionally, even if it's only a few days later, it's really unbearable not to be accompanied by a girl."

"Then you promise me?"

"It depends on whether your "learning ability" can satisfy me. You know, gaining strength will be a very long, very long process..."

The black-haired youth smiled slightly and pressed the head of the undead monster girl down.

The combination of work and rest is the most important.

Chapter Seventeen: Empowerment, the Miko of Liulin Shrine

The relationship between Luo Pei and Tomie Kawakami cannot be described as "love" or "like", and it is not realistic to let a newly born monster talk about this.

They are more pure.

The offering offered by the protected to the protector, the trade between the weak and the strong.

In exchange for strength, in order to survive in this dangerous world for Fu Jiang, the occultist and the undead girl are united.

It was a great night for Rope.

Although during the period because of Fu Jiang's blood, he almost made a joke, but this little episode did not affect Rope's interest. He even survived Naiyazi's horrible pranks, and now his psychological endurance has already broken through the sky, and Fu Jiang's own weirdness is simply not enough to see.

But with the same experience, the black long straight girl didn't think there was anything good about that night, but it was the most painful thing since her birth.

Because of the immortality of the female partner, Rope's playful behavior can be out of touch with "gentleness," and it is a complete mess. Even in the end, the monster girl couldn't bear it, begging to end the disaster.

In the next few days, Fu Jiang didn't dare to look directly at him when he walked past him, and he gradually returned to normal after Luo Pei softly apologized.

The time is Thursday, February 14.

The air has not completely faded from the cold, and it is still a few days before the arrival of the truly comfortable spring.

It has been almost a month since Rope came into this world.

The SCP Foundation, a diseased world, a deadly lord who is staring at him, a trial that takes time to complete...

After the greed, all kinds of troubles oppressed Rope, so he had to speed up his exploration of the "container of divine nature."

The results are regrettable.

Facts have proved that divinity is not like a secret technique, as long as it is interpreted and understood, it can be used freely. They seem to be in need of something more wonderful, and they have always refused to completely lift the veil of mystery in front of Rope.

In the room, the black-haired young man threw the pitch-black slate onto the table discouragedly, pressing the weight of his entire body against the back of the chair.

"It's really difficult..."

‘Of course. 'Acelia said:'As far as I know, it took more than three centuries to be crowned a demigod in the shortest time. It is too exaggerated for Ape to be crowned in two years. NS. ’

If the demigods are so good, then the multiverse has long been running around the demigods. Except for the lucky ones who are born like Sumona, who want to be crowned the day after tomorrow, it is hard to accumulate strength and time.

The sublimation of the soul, the transformation from the mortal.

"I know, but my opponent doesn't allow me to give up like this. What I have to do is more than killing his father..." Rope sighed.

Not to mention that each of the sons of Azakaron, who are subordinate to the power of the old ruler, even if they retreat, shuttle time to pull out the "anchor point", the demigod priest of death who is so pious and willing to dedicate his life It's not easy to deal with.

The divinity of the sacrifice of death must be the same as his master-death.

This made one of Rope's killers, the "water of death", was naturally defeated, and he couldn't fight without standing on the same person.

Apart from anything else, Rope doubted that if he took a death magic spell, his blood of war and resurrection power would have any effect?

Rope can't, and doesn't dare to gamble, it is undoubtedly stupid to pin the victory or defeat on luck.

From early morning to noon, Rope completed his research today as usual, recording his insights in the form of notes. Only a few days later, the notebook at the corner of the table was as high as a mountain, showing the amount of information contained in it.

This is because Rope specializes in "war" temporarily. If "king power" and "chaos" are counted, he might have to write a spare material from the library.

But in any case, progress is a good thing, even if progress is weak enough to be unchecked.

Leaving the room, in the living room on the first floor, Fu Jiang was wearing home clothes and sitting on the sofa boredly watching TV, his eyes full of longing for the outside world.

As long as Rope stayed at home, the monster girl was confined.

The noise of the noisy TV program could not cover up Rope's footsteps, Fu Jiang immediately turned off the TV and got up from the sofa.

She said eagerly.

"Mr. Rope, today..."

"No."

Before the girl finished speaking, Rope interrupted her.

"When will you be able to control your charm, we will discuss the matters out, so you will be honest with me."

"Rope, this is not the same as saying, this is imprisonment..."

"The SCP Foundation is the prison. Do you want me to show you what kind of cell they plan to set up for you?"

"..."

Looking at the silent black long straight girl, Rope stopped drinking.

He put down the cup and waved his hand to Fu Jiang with helpless expression.

"Okay, okay, I'm not a tyrant who doesn't say anything. Although not letting you go out is really protecting you in disguise, but your attitude really makes me feel like a big bastard."

Is not it?

Fu Jiang silently added in her heart, but she didn't dare to speak out in front of Rope when she was killed.

These nights, the black-haired youth has taught her a lot of things, including the relationship between respect and inferiority and punishment after presumptuousness-she is very afraid of punishment time.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of Fu Jiang, and the girl subconsciously caught it.

a book.

Ordinary paper, ordinary cover, a notebook used to record something.

"This is my other promise." Rope explained.

"There is the power you want. With it, you won't be bored on the days when you exercise controlling charm. Of course, the premise is that you can understand and use it."