The modulation of the other world is activated, and the bad woman cries miserably

Who can tell whether it is a personal revenge or not?

All in all, in short, Morrison was rescued indirectly anyway.

At this moment, looking at the demon fragments that were about to escape, a gleam of light flashed in Char's eyes, and he grabbed it.

As the saying goes, it's better to come early than to come wisely.

If it were him a few days ago, he would definitely not be able to do anything with this demon fragment.

But the current Char is completely different from the one he was a few days ago.

At the end of one month, he had already mastered the second maximum level skill - God-level casting technique!

The forbidden magic sword that Morrison wanted to make was considered a failure because he failed.

But the energy that the demon fragments absorbed from Morrison did not dissipate.

With the ability of the god-level forging technique to change the arrangement of laws, Char can reforge the forbidden magic sword!

But this time, the sacrifice was not Sistine, but the demon fragment itself!

The demon fragments bewitched Morrison into doing such a heinous thing. He probably never thought that it would end up killing himself.

The magic sword forged with bloodline possesses evil and ruthlessness. It is indeed a very common magic sword in the secular sense, and it is extremely powerful.

Especially, Xishiti has extremely high attainments in swordsmanship and is extremely talented.

But if the magic sword forged in this way is strong, then isn’t the magic sword forged with the fragments of the demon god’s godhood also strong?

This is a fragment of the ancient demon god's divinity, an existence coveted by all gods!

Char's hands radiated golden light as he made mysterious gestures.

Ordinary people cannot understand this kind of magic formula. They can only see that Xia seems to be fiddling with something.

However, in Char's eyes, his hands fiddled with numerous laws, arranged and combined them according to his own wishes and ideas, and then imprinted them on the demon fragments.

Gradually, the demonic aura on the demon fragments seemed to be becoming purer.

Although it still had a hint of a demonic aura, it was no longer its original appearance.

Even... gradually turned into the shape of a sword!

The demon fragments burst into a bright purple light.

The light was originally dark purple, carrying a strong ominous aura.

But now, the black is slowly settling and disappearing, and the only remaining purple is bright and clear.

Shisti couldn't help but be attracted by Char's actions.

In other words, he was attracted by what he was casting in his hands.

She could see that it was in the shape of a sword.

However, what really attracted her was the vibration emanating from the sword.

That kind of fluctuation made her very happy.

It seems to fit me very well.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

This is the sword that Char made for his senior schoolmate himself, a unique sword that belongs exclusively to her!

"Om~!"

As the clear sound of the sword rang out, Xisiti seemed to feel a throbbing from the soul.

Char brought the sword to Sistie with a smile on his face.

"Senior, this is the sword I forged for you, Ting Bing."

Ting Bing is a peerless sword forged with the fragments of the devil as its basis and guided by god-level forging techniques, using the resources gathered by Morrison, one of the four great swordsmen of the time, throughout his life.

When it came out, it seemed as if the entire sky was shaking.

It has only just been born, but it is already so agile that it seems to have its own will.

The sword was porcelain white in color, with a hint of black light tinged with purple near the hilt.

A strong and unrivaled sword intent emanates from the sword, which is unruly and unruly.

He had just been born and he was already trying to escape.

Xishiti tilted her head slightly, moved her ears slightly, and tapped the tip of her toes on the grass beside her. The Sword Saint in a white gauze dress was like a silver fish, graceful and agile, seemingly as light as a feather, but in fact, each of her moves was filled with extremely condensed strength.

Ting Bing emitted a free and joyful sword sound, but less than three seconds later, the hilt of the sword was grabbed by a slender white hand.

In an instant, Tingbing emitted a strong sound of displeasure, as if he was angry at being controlled by someone.

Xishiti held Tingbing and felt the resistance coming from the sword, but did not let go.

The rampaging divine sword carried the figure of the royal sister, constantly flipping and flashing in the air.

How could a sword with its own will be willing to be controlled by others?

However, after a fight, perhaps because he could not escape the restraints, or because he also felt the familiar aura from Xisiti, Ting Bing gradually became silent.

The white figure was flying, waving the long sword in his hand, and sword energy was flying everywhere.

The sword-dancing movements were as smooth as flowing water, as if they were born in the palm of one's hand.

It was not until this time that Ting Bing began to emit bursts of joyful sword sounds.

Ting Bing was formed from fragments of the devil's godhood and possessed immense divine power.

At this time, he was subdued and took the initiative to recognize his master.

The divine power was transmitted along her sword-holding hand, and the golden flames instantly enveloped her.

Tempering the body with divine power!

Xishiti felt her blood boiling, and waves of burning heat emanated from her bones, as if to burn her to death.

This feeling is not uncomfortable, but it is not comfortable either, just a little weird.

But soon, she realized the benefits of tempering her body with divine power.

Rebirth from the fire is nirvana!

The white veil covering her eyes fell and was burned by the flames.

However, the exposed eyes were no longer as scary as before with scars all over them.

The eyelashes are long, like two small brushes, trembling slightly, and the thin double eyelids are very beautiful. It is a kind of light beauty, combined with the face, it is extremely stunning.

She seemed to feel the light.

When her long eyelashes lifted, she saw green grass and blue sky.

I also saw...

Xishiti tiptoed across the water, her eyes always fixed on the smiling boy on the shore.

The familiar smell made her recognize his identity at a glance.

Sistine reached out her hand and touched Char's face, with an indelible tenderness on her smiling face.

"I finally got to see what you really look like."

"Excuse me, senior sister, are you satisfied with your boyfriend's appearance?"

"Yeah, that's cuter than I thought."

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Char's face immediately fell.

Transferred to Sistie's face.

The flower on the mountain also showed its delicate and innocent side.

But Char really didn't like this evaluation.

"Senior, if you don't know how to speak, you don't have to say anything."

How can you describe a boy as cute?

The smile in Sistine's eyes deepened.

She thought her junior was very cute, the kind of cute that big sisters would like.

"Xiao Ti..."

Morrison walked forward and tried to confess to his daughter.

After he called out the name, he couldn't utter any more words.

He never thought that his actions of encouragement would bring her so much pain.

He had a lot to say at this moment, but before he could open his mouth, Xishiti put away her smile and shook her head slightly.

"Father, I no longer have any reason to resent you."

It was because of her past sufferings that she was able to meet her master and Char.

Although the process was somewhat difficult, my father's plans were all successful.

What's more, now she already knows her father's true intention.

Shisiti's gaze turned back to Char, tenderness in her eyes spreading again.

“I am very happy now.”

Her smile is full of sunshine.

Without the cold goddess side of her, she is just a little woman immersed in happiness.

Her sunshine is real.

She is always hurt by the world, but she still treats it with kindness.

Some words don't need to be said.

Just one sentence and a calm look said it all.

Morrison felt relieved, but also felt more guilty.

After going through this ordeal, the once cold-blooded father and daughter finally reached a reconciliation.

Chapter 183: The White Bride's Repayment, the Sword Master's Death is Imminent, and the Witch Widow is Reversing the Situation

After reconciling with her father, Xishiti is ready to reconcile with her boyfriend.

If it weren't for Char, she really didn't know how she would have been able to persevere through this experience.

Before he arrived, she was really desperate and wanted to give up.

This kindness must be repaid well.

But she chose to repay her gratitude late at night.

The intricate and exquisite pure white dress has no trace of other colors.

Her golden hair was tied up, and a lace veil covered her back, so that only her pearly shoulders could be vaguely seen.

The wide skirt is held up by layers of white gauze, and the floor-length skirt is very beautiful.

This time, she was dressed in a true all-white wedding outfit.

Gorgeous and holy.

When Xia saw it, he couldn't help but be amazed.

"Senior, what are you doing..."

Before Char could finish his words, he was shocked again.

Sistie walked into Xia's room, took out a rope skillfully, and tied her own hands.

With her hands tied behind her back, her shoulders looked even thinner.

The beautiful face and pretty pink lips exude a sense of holiness that comes from being bullied.

Xia felt as if his brain was struck by lightning.

Heathie blinked, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.