Miss Wang Weina, my cousin can't do it either!

Michael's closed mouth finally opened again. This time, she did not cast spells on Wayne, but looked at Teresia, showing a coquettish smile:

"As expected of the [Devil King] himself, did you see through it so quickly?"

Teresia looked at her slightly worried, but did not speak.Michael stood up very alone, jumped twice, took two steps, and finally untied the neckline of his cassock, releasing the white and tender neck bound by the collar, and at the same time exposed That delicate and seductive collarbone.

After feeling much more comfortable, Michael looked at Wayne solemnly, put his hands on his chest, and made a standard Victorian bow. Because the collar was unbuttoned, Wayne could clearly see some Something more glamorous.

It's a pity that Miss Michael is quite flat, and she belongs to the type that needs to be squeezed to be able to ship. Wei En just glanced at it, and looked away as if avoiding suspicion.

"Thank you, Your Highness Wayne."

Michael solemnly thanked him.

"Of course, I also want to thank His Royal Highness [Demon King]."

"Who are you?" Teresia finally couldn't help asking.

The corner of Michael's mouth twitched, he straightened up, pressed his right hand to his heart, and said sincerely:

"Of course I am Michael, the saint of Lateran."

Then, she changed the subject:

"Of course, the part supported by His Highness Wayne's strength."

"Because I took a sip just now, I am in the dominant position now, but it is estimated that it will not be long before the part supported by you and me will regain the dominant position." This is what she said to Teresia of.

"After all, I was just split after being crushed and shaped according to your wishes. It only takes up a small half. However, if the Lord Creator is willing to give me more, it is not impossible for me to take the initiative." This sentence is It was she who looked at Wayne and spoke with expectant eyes.

"Creator or something, good secondary..." Wayne grinned, not knowing what to say.He needed an explanation, and Michael was still talking to him about the Riddler.

I, Wayne, hate the Riddler the most.

"It's not impossible to do other things, my lord, my lord, or be more direct?"

Michael nodded his lips. If Teresia hadn't stopped him in front of Wayne, Wayne felt that she might even come up directly:

"Can I teach you to call you father? Or something more worldly, Dad?"

Wayne's expression twisted slightly.Michael said such words with this coquettish expression. He admitted that his thinking was wrong. In order to prevent his thinking from accidentally slipping under the temptation of religious and feudal forces, he quickly stopped and said:

"You're still called the Creator...ah bah, call me Wayne."

Michael pouted regretfully:

"Ok."

After a pause, just as Wayne was relieved, she said with a smirk unexpectedly:

"That's what I call you when there are outsiders, Your Highness Wayne~"

Wayne: "?"

What do you call me when you're not around?

Old Wayne blushed, hey, you little goblin!

"Let's talk business, talk business!" Seeing Teresia's gradually distorted face, Wayne quickly interrupted Michael's further teasing.

Chapter 110 Did I backstab myself?

Michael's face was very serious, she didn't seem to realize that there was something wrong with what she just did.This made Wayne even more convinced that there must be some serious illness in the child's head.

But Michael was also unwilling to let Teresia undergo a mental examination. It seemed that this was an extremely unacceptable thing for her. Seeing her resistance, Wayne almost surpassed subjective psychological factors and became A survival instinct.

After repeated negotiations to no avail, and Wayne refused to give her any more energy, Michael had no choice but to explain:

"Something is wrong with my head."

really!

Wayne patted Theresa, looking excited that I am also a spiritual master.

Teresia gave him a blank look, and then told Wen En back to her original form: "Who do you think knocked her out of her mind?"

Michael made no secret of his jealous gaze, glared at Teresia resentfully, then glanced at Wayne resentfully, wanted to get closer, but was stopped by Wayne, so he had to continue the preface and said:

"Both of you are masters of spiritual origin stone skills, so I will give you a detailed description of the current situation..."

Wayne immediately raised his hand and interrupted:

"No, no, you'd better keep the long story short. It's not because I don't understand, it's because our time is limited, isn't it?"

Michael was stunned for a moment, and the way he finally thought of to stay with Wayne for a while was also seen through by Wayne. There was admiration in his heart, but also a bit of helplessness for Wayne's incomprehension, but what Wayne said It's okay, I still have Wei Yanwu's affairs to deal with, and it's really not suitable to stay for a long time, so I had to sort out the words and sentences, and then explained:

"Both of you know the Empire of Consciousness, right? Everyone's consciousness is connected to an ancient territory. Most of the time, our consciousness is an isolated island surrounded by mist on the sea. Only in rare cases will our consciousness be connected to Together. This situation includes the release of spells by spiritual warlocks."

Wayne nodded.Michael's meaning is not difficult to understand. A spiritual warlock is an old civil engineer, and he is still the kind who is in charge of building bridges.

No wonder there are so few psychic warlocks, they all ran away with buckets.

Michael's voice didn't stop, she pointed at Wayne, then pointed at herself: "There was a little accident just now, when I was connecting with His Highness Wayne," she suddenly licked her tongue for some reason, "His Royal Highness Wayne is too big to hold back, my side is cracked."

The corner of Wayne's mouth twitched. He always felt that if Michael continued to talk like this, it might not be her who was sick, but himself.

Teresia, listen to my explanation, this little girl must have separated her thoughts from good to evil.right!That's it, I've been a saint and always been kind, but suddenly I broke apart and ran out with a personality reversal, it's reasonable, right?

What Wen En said next: Taoist beheading three corpses, good, evil, obsession, trinity, Taoism and immortality, and other difficult words, the room is full of cheerful atmosphere.

Michael smiled and waited for Wayne to finish his explanation before continuing: "But as you can see, fragments are just fragments. If she is the continent of the Empire of Consciousness, then I am a small island hanging overseas. With the power of His Highness En, I successfully resisted another fusion, but as you can see, unless His Highness Venn can give a little more, I will probably be taken back by her after being exhausted."

Teresia frowned and retorted:

"But I don't remember the saint of Lateran having such a temper."

Mostima said very clearly in the bar that Michael is a mysterious, arrogant and glamorous woman. The state of the white Michael is in line with this trait, but the gap between the black Michael It's too big, and, besides, she and Wayne have only met for the first time. Even if they have such precious experiences as "heart-to-heart" and "spiritual friendship", it can't be said that they have a good relationship.

Teresia doesn't believe Michael's statement that "Ven is his father". If she is Michael's own consciousness, it will be broken and split by Venn, and her strength will be greatly reduced, and her mental power will be greatly damaged. The power of skill may not recover for a long time, it is good not to hate Wayne, how could he still regard him as a benefactor?

Michael nodded. Unexpectedly, Teresia admitted it easily:

"You're right, Your Majesty the Demon King. Of course Michael himself would not do such a thing. In fact, it's a good thing she doesn't share my memory, otherwise if she finds out that I have done these things, I'm afraid I'll be ashamed." Steam, like that..." Michael glanced at Wayne, and said a word that made Wayne's back shiver: "Oh yes, Steam Queen."

Wayne's breathing became short of breath suddenly, and the teacup slipped from his hand and smashed to pieces on the ground.

"What did you say?"

He asked calmly.

I hope I heard it wrong. Shouldn't this term appear in the mouth of a Terra native?

"I said, she will probably be shy and turn into a steam princess saint."

Well, you heard me right.

Wayne felt a little pain in the head.Teresia looked at all this suspiciously, a little unclear what charades the two were playing.

But soon, Wayne sighed and said:

"I believe it. Teresia, believe it or not, anyway, I believe it. It is indeed possible that I am her father in a certain sense."

Theresa: "?"

Michael smiled happily, like a child who has been recognized:

"His Royal Highness, you should have felt it when you touched me just now. I and the other me seem to be about the same size on the surface."

Teresia nodded suddenly. That's true. When she was stabilizing the two consciousnesses just now, she did put in the same effort.But then, she couldn't understand it again. In this case, wouldn't this contradict what Michael said.If the two consciousnesses are the same size, how can there be such a huge gap between the small island and the mainland?

"Because my strength comes from the countercurrent of His Royal Highness Wayne."

Michael answered Teresia's doubts.

"Since Spell Backflow created me, I can't do without these energies, just like the eggshell that wraps Liberi's cub. Not only that, as I said, I'm just an ordinary fragment, in Venn After becoming independent with the help of His Highness, it was naturally affected."

Theresia's mental power is white soft light, and Amiya's spell as a Chimera is black ominous lines.Spiritual power will be transformed into different forms according to various situations, but without exception, it will be dyed with the color of the owner.

Wayne's is no exception.Since the spiritual power enveloping Black Michael comes from Wayne, it naturally has the color of Wayne.And since Black Michael's soul fragment is like a chicken in an egg, it survives independently by absorbing Wayne's power, grows, and carries the fusion from White Michael, then when absorbing these energies, Naturally, the color belonging to Wayne was also soaked into it.

Relationships are not complicated, just simple cause and effect.With the wisdom of Teresia and Wayne, they quickly figured out the doorway.

But then, Wayne broke out in a cold sweat.

Known, Black Michael admitted, White Michael wouldn't make such a seductive move because she wasn't that type of character.But Black Michael did it to Wayne again.

What Black Michael infects is the color of Wayne, in other words, Wayne's thoughts are the food of Black Michael...

So, is it my own subconscious that has been thinking about such a good thing as the Holy Maiden Evil Duo?Then it flowed backwards through the spell, and finally seized the opportunity to blow off a fragment from Michael's soul, specially wrapped it and shaped it into the current image of super poking me xp?

lsp is actually me?

This time it was me who stabbed me in the back?Who should I cry to?

"Your Highness Bruce, do you really think so?"

There was a sudden inquiry from behind, and when she turned around, Teresia was looking at Wayne curiously.

The teapot, which had been left unattended on the table, boiled.

PS: sorry

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farewell!

From BGM

It's purely a whole job, let's have fun, it's impossible for a hatchet to be beaten by a hatchet.Even if there are sharks in the fish pond, Yuan Hua, the real tidal sea spirit, will not die because of it!As the saying goes, Aquaman never dies in the mouth of a fish!

Chapter 110 Are you willing to join the Tower of Babel?

The boiling water spewed out the beeping sound from the spout. Wei En, who was highly concentrated, was startled by the sudden noise, and his heart tightened. He just wanted to sigh that luck was not too bad, and the phone hadn’t rang yet. Teresia didn't go out suddenly either.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this idea came up, Teresia's cell phone rang, and the murderous expression on her face froze for a moment, as if waking up from a dream, she seemed to remember something, took out her cell phone, and looked at the message , then hurriedly walked towards the gate.

Halfway through the walk, she came back to her senses, turned around and took Wayne's hand, pulling him along with him involuntarily.

Miss Michael watched Teresia complete this series of actions in confusion, until Teresia wanted to drag Wayne away, and she suddenly realized that she stretched out her hand and grabbed Wayne's other hand hand.

"What are you doing?"

Theresa frowned.

"What are you doing!" Michael asked back, not to be outdone, raising his eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" Wayne looked at the two women who grabbed him and pulled him in two directions with a confused expression, and asked a little bit aggrieved.

"Shut up!" The two who were already fighting seemed to be unable to recover for a while.They probably don't care that much about Wayne's whereabouts now, they just want to simply compete.

The angel Sakota and the demon Sarkaz have never dealt with each other, they would fight when they meet, and have all kinds of hatred.Wayne thought it was probably just an exaggeration, but now it seems serious.

In terms of identity, Teresia is the devil king, but Michael is not that weak, the saint of Lateran, the next pope appointed, poor Urbino is still bearing the burden of humiliation, constantly accumulating credit and wanting to be promoted The Pope, as everyone knows, has already had a strong relationship with him and jumped in the queue.In terms of the current situation of the earth alone, Michael's identity is more than one level higher than Teresia's. One is that a camel is bigger than a horse, the jewel in the palm of the Lateran Catholic Church, and the other is that even announcing his identity will attract people A bloody storm and the Sarkaz Demon King who came to beg from all nations.Normal people weigh the pros and cons, and of course there is no doubt about which side to choose.

In terms of appearance, Michael and Teresia also have two completely different styles. One is the obsequious appearance hidden in the holy attire, and the other is that the simple attire cannot conceal the holy heart.If Wayne were to judge him based on his appearance alone, she might even like Michael a little more. After all, she basically grew up according to her own XP, so it's hard not to like her.But if Wayne had to choose, he would definitely choose Theresa.

People can't just look at the face, right?Teresia's personality, ideals, thousands of years of rich experience, knowledge and life experience, these are what Wen En lacks and needs to be supplemented.What's more, there are bits and pieces accumulated by the two of them bit by bit, these are not comparable to pure xp.

As an unqualified Neptune, Wayne made a decisive choice at this time. He let go of Michael's hand first, but he didn't rush to leave. He opened his mouth and said:

"I'm probably aware of your situation, Miss Michael, but I can't immediately agree to your request for more information."

Michael blinked his big watery eyes aggrievedly. This look is more touching than Schrödinger's succubi, who doesn't know whether it exists or not, especially when Wayne knows that Michael will only treat When she showed such an expression, she felt a little uncontrollable heartbeat: "Why?" She asked in a low voice.

"Because of 【Reporting Gratitude】."

Wayne said.Michael stared at him blankly, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, and sighed.

"Indeed, 【Repaying Gratitude】. So how should I repay the kindness of giving life and soul?"

After Michael finished speaking, before Wenn could answer, he continued,

"Unless it's the grace of saving your life, right? But you don't need me to save you. Even if Rutland finds you a traitor, it's just not providing you with funds. It can't restrict you at all... I can't repay you ,Right?"

Wayne nodded.