Thank you for the invitation. I am in Terra, just under the stars.

"Um……"

The silver-haired orca with red eyes had a slight curve on its lips.Smiling vaguely.

I am very happy, very happy. The thing I cherish is recognized as precious by the one I admire... The pleasure generated in this way is an emotion as precious as the thing itself.

Humans... are so wonderful.

63. Stick with the killer whale

Isamara has Skadi's memory, which is even clearer than Randy's state.

Her state is very strange. She clearly knows that she is the god of Haihe, but at the same time, she feels that she should be another personality of the girl named 'Skaty' - born under the pollution of Poseidon after killing her. personality.

Contradiction, but not conflict. For Isamara, the two completely different states are not unacceptable, because she will not struggle with them. As long as they exist, they are reasonable.

Therefore, she also has various hobbies and emotions of 'Scadi'.

She loves her soft silver hair and is extremely passionate about skin-to-skin contact.

Even, as Isamara, she still has strong feelings for the hunters.

Agor...deep sea hunter...

That was her hometown, her family, and even her compatriots.

Isamara does not think that there are insurmountable obstacles between herself and them now. Everything in the world is actually very simple. As long as they can understand each other, there will be no more sad conflicts.

Yes, understand each other.

Just like she and him, he and him.

How nice would it be if everyone could get along well with each other and post posts with the people they like? ——Isamara thought so simply and purely.

The greed in her heart drives her to seek more stickers, and at the same time, her incomplete, or too pure heart prevents her from understanding why people conflict with each other.

She clearly has more wonderful things but doesn't cherish them, instead focusing on the bad things... Just thinking about this makes Isamara, who is as gentle as Skadi, feel sad for humans.

As a newborn, she couldn't specifically describe whether this sadness was sadness or regret, but no matter what it was, it didn't make much difference.

Occasionally, I have thought about whether everyone should be able to understand each other, but I always feel that there is no need to implement it-she is Skadi after all, but she is also Isamara at the same time as Skadi.

If I had to use an accurate word to describe it, perhaps it should be 'turbid heart Skadi'.

"Well……"

Stroking Zhou Cheng's short black hair, many thoughts flashed through Isamara's mind, but this did not prevent her from enjoying the touch of the person she admired.

However, too many thoughts will inevitably affect her self-control. In an overly happy mood, she involuntarily raised her other hand, and the hand stroking her hair slowly slid down, and they hugged the young man's handsome cheek.

Isamara was slightly startled when she realized what she had done, but she didn't feel bad about it, and even the slight shyness in her heart was understood as part of the beautiful emotion.

If it is not beautiful, why is it so happy in my heart?

Taking it for granted, Isamara's calm eyes revealed bloody tenderness. She stood in front of the man whose cheek she held and looked at him closely.

Each other's breaths intertwined, and the breaths were entangled together. Obviously there was no more substantial progress, but they seemed to be entangled under Isamara's too close gaze.

'Boom--'

My heart is jumping with joy.

Subtle emotions filled with sweetness and sourness surged up with her heartbeat. She couldn't help but hold her breath for a few seconds, and then slowly exhaled the air stuck in her lungs:

"call……"

The gentle airflow caresses the cheeks, mixed with the fragrance of a girl, and accompanied by a slight salty smell of the ocean - just like a little mustard, under its short and brighter stimulation, the senses are instantly activated, making it clearer and more comprehensive. I could taste the elegant and fragrant body fragrance.

Every inch of the silver-haired killer whale's body seemed to be fragrant. Even the air she exhaled became sweet, and the moisture that clung to her when she was inhaled became rare sweet jade dew.

At once,

Excellent.

What's even better is that after her breathing returned to normal, Isamara put her pretty face up to hers, and her cold and beautiful face slowly came closer, and her beauty was clearly displayed in Zhou Cheng's eyes.

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the eyes glowed red.The white and tender skin has a touch of rosiness, and is extremely delicate and smooth.

The silver hair is gently swaying, and every tiny movement on that beautiful face is touching. Even a gentle blink is so elegant and beautiful.

"hiss……"

Zhou Cheng involuntarily breathed harder, inhaling all the scent of the killer whale into his lungs, and then poured it into his whole body through his alveoli and blood vessels.

They are getting closer.

The nose is petite and straight, and the cherry-colored soft lips have extremely delicate lip lines. The light lines outline the soft and gentle charm of the girl, making it three-dimensional and close.

"Zhou Cheng..."

A gentle call came along with the moist breath.

They were so close that they would kiss each other as long as they got a little closer. Even Zhou Cheng could vaguely feel the touch...

But Isamara didn't really kiss her. The pure girl didn't know how to kiss, let alone apologize with tongue kisses. She simply turned her face slightly to the side, letting their cheeks touch each other intimately.

The skin of Deep Sea Lovers is extremely delicate and smooth, much more than that of normal people, but far from reaching the level of real sea creatures that is unacceptable to most people.

To describe it...as gentle as jade?

But Didi felt cold to the touch, and her body temperature was lower than normal.

And it was obviously just a skin-to-skin contact on the cheek, but it seemed to be directly reflected to the extent that it penetrated into the brain. It was like being tightly wrapped by her, and the body became almost uncontrollably excited.

"Uh... um..."

As her cheeks rubbed, Isamara made a vague sound of enjoyment.

She rubbed her face back and forth, and inadvertently her soft lips touched her cheek lightly, leaving a touch of coolness.

While rubbing his face, the soft hair was rubbed repeatedly on Zhou Cheng's cheek, and the different touches came one after another, which was unexpectedly comfortable.

Zhou Cheng was almost addicted to the process of making love with the killer whale.

But at this moment, Isamara paused and suddenly stepped back slightly. Her silver hair swept across his lips, and she returned to facing each other at close range.

However, unlike the previous calmness and innocence, the glass-like bloody eyes were filled with strong attachment and confusion.

In the repeated postings, Isamara got an unparalleled sense of satisfaction, but soon this satisfaction was not enough for her.

Like a swarm, the thirst in the hearts of Haihe's gods evolves.

She needs more.

But at the same time, she didn't understand what she needed.

Although simple sticking can bring pleasure, this pleasure comes too thinly and too small.

So what should be done?

Doubtful and puzzled, Isamara's scarlet eyes gradually revealed an extremely pure and yet nowhere-to-be-released brilliance.

Her eyes were as hot as a burning fire, quietly igniting strange emotions.

It was greed that wanted to eat him alive, but there was some dark motley mixed in with the excitement.

PS: In the previous chapter, I wrote less about Skadi’s action of taking off his helmet and added a few words.

64. Pure little killer whale

"Zhou Cheng..."

The call came from the lightly parted lips.

Zhou Cheng admired Didi Leng's beautiful appearance, raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the voice, and met her eyes.

Thirst is as red as blood, and his glassy eyes reflect confusion.

"I want... to get closer to you..."

But how to get closer?

Isamara didn't understand.

Even though they have pressed their cheeks together, they still feel it is not enough.

Is it for a hug?

Maybe……

But she always felt that maybe a hug wasn't enough.

Isamara fell silent.

She recalled the scene when the unique individual "Zhuo Xin" first became conscious. The waves in the collective subconscious were scrawled like random lines, rolling under the sea as if they would never stop.

You can't see your fingers in the sea of ​​consciousness. After going too deep, everything will be dyed in the ink color of the "abyss". It is the silt covering the body surface, dragging the falling feathered beast so that it can no longer spread its wings.

While sinking in the dark ocean, suddenly a tiny ray of light penetrated those messy and dense threads. Just a ray of light illuminated the entire ocean for an instant.

Many sunken ancient beings are boiling. They are struggling and surviving, but it has been too long since death, and their spirituality has been completely polluted. Just bathing in such a ray of light can only arouse the most primitive desire for survival, but cannot awaken spiritual intelligence. .

Only Isamara, the latest one to fall into it, was sublimated in that light.

She opened her eyes, and saw only a glimmer of light that was brighter than a star. It condensed in her pupils for a long time, stinging and burning her eyes.

When she came back to her senses from the remaining brilliance, she saw that the ancient beings who were still struggling had disappeared at some point, while her spiritual body had become extremely solid, and there was still a trace of scorching brilliance left in it. .

Isamara…

Scarty...

Who am I?

Such a problem did not bother her for too long, and the newly born god quickly defined her identity - she was Skadi, the Skadi who inherited everything from 'Isamara'.

It could also be Skadi's personality named 'Isamara'.

After establishing this concept, Isamara's next goal was to find the source of that glimmer of light.

"..."

Back to the present, Isamara suddenly thought that maybe she needed more knowledge about human emotions.

She already knew love, although she didn't understand the details yet, but she thought she was in love with the light that illuminated the entire abyss.

Not only does it bring hope and new life, but it is also a perfect interpretation in itself. It is the destination that the "Haizi" group should reach but cannot reach.

His very existence was the meaning of her life.

But what is very frustrating is that they are obviously close to each other, but they can't understand it more deeply and find the glorious brilliance, but no matter what, they feel that they are separated by an invisible barrier and cannot bathe in it.

She had a vague hunch that in order to break through that barrier, she must become deeper and closer.

But what to do?

Maybe... the group should be left to find the answer?

Isamara thought of her compatriots. She had not contacted them for many days. Not doing so even though she had returned to the real dimension was already violating the biological instinct of a heiress.

However, such behavior is not incomprehensible. She needs to pursue the glory of perfection, and she will naturally have to wait until she returns to the group.

"..."

Is it really?

Isamara suddenly became suspicious.

She found that she was not so willing to return to the group after she found the light. Touching her lover, she actually didn't want to share it with the group.

This feeling is called selfishness.

Selfishness should not appear in Hai Hei.

"..."

Isamara's thinking began to get a little confusing.

But just when the chaos was beginning, the gentle voice of my lover came.

"You want to get closer to me... Do you know what you are talking about?"

His pupils were condensed, staring at the endless brilliance, and he was overjoyed.

Unimportant...those things are not important.