Original God, Fontaine Regent, was driven crazy by the player

"How can I be happy without you?"

Finina remained silent. She deeply understood Themis' feelings for her, but her longing for her grew stronger.

"We all miss you, whether it's me or Fukaros, we all understand your feelings, and we know that it's so difficult for you to just appear in my dreams now. However, we still hope that you can come back to us."

"Come back to the real us and live with us."

There was a bright golden light shining in Themis' eyes. She took Fernina's hand and kissed it on her lips.

"Funina, I understand what you and Fukaros feel."

"I promise you, I will come back."

"Please wait for me. Wait until I come back."

"It may take a very long time, and I cannot guarantee the time of my return."

"The only thing I can guarantee is that I will always love you and Fukaros."

Their eyes met in mid-air, and Themis' eyes were filled with undisguised love and longing for Finina.

Fernina nodded slightly. She hugged Themis' waist and buried her head in Themis' chest. "I will always wait for the day when you return to Fontaine. No matter what time it is, you will still be the eternal lover in our hearts and our eternal happiness."

Themis gently hugged Fernina, and the two souls snuggled together in the void.

"The connection between us will not be severed by time and space, but will become stronger. You will never be alone, because I am always here, and I will always, always protect you."

In the dream, their souls seemed to merge into one, becoming the most beautiful light in the dream.

The stars are shining, and the starry sky is filled with a mysterious and tranquil power.

Finina felt an unprecedented peace and strength, as if she had received the blessing of Themis.

What follows next will come naturally and smoothly.

The warmth of a hug is as close as lips and teeth.

Holding down Finina's head as she tried to pull away due to gasping for breath, Themis deepened the kiss.

Under Finina's shy yet somewhat reluctant gaze, Themis's movements gradually became bolder.

In the dream, Phinina hugged Themis and gave her everything she had.

Tears of joy fell from the corners of my eyes and sweat wet my hair.

Themis' fingers hooked a strand of wet, shiny hair from Furninna's back and kissed it.

Time in dreams always passes especially quickly during happy times.

Regret and pity, looking at Furninna's flushed cheeks, the rosy red and the bright red corners of her eyes.

Themis kissed Finina's slender neck lovingly, even though the fair skin there, including the collarbone, was already covered with mottled red marks.

Today's treatment of Finnina was too rough, and Finnina did not wake up from her coma until Themis had left for a long time.

As the dream faded away, Finina woke up again and found that the golden seed left by Themis was emitting a faint light.

This seed emits the same warm light as in the dream, as if it is a blessing left by Themis in the dream.

Finina held the seed tightly and felt a warmth flowing through her heart.

Thinking back to everything in her dream, Funina couldn't help but blush.

Although this kind of thing has happened more than once in dreams.

But it was still a bit embarrassing to be teased by Themis until I fainted.

The curtains at the head of the bed were slightly open, and the morning light shone on the bed, the warm light was like the smile of Themis.

She sat up slowly. Last night, Finina was still sleeping soundly in Themis' room.

After Themis left, Finina could no longer fall asleep in her own room. Only the bedroom with the scent of Themis could stop her from suffering from insomnia.

There was still a faint fragrance in the quilt and on the bed in the room, it was the scent of Themis.

Funina's jade-white fingers stroked across his forehead, which seemed to still carry the warmth and tenderness from last night's dream.

Finina's fingers gently stroked the golden seeds, on which there was still some light remaining. She silently felt the warmth emanating from them, as if Themis was right beside her.

After getting up, Funina walked across the room and went to the dressing table by the window.

Myself came into view in the mirror, my white hair gleaming silver in the morning light.

Finina sighed softly. The white hair in her dream was the trace of Themis' kiss. For some reason, Themis in her dream liked to gently wrap her fingers around her hair and then kiss it on her lips.

Holding her own white hair, Finina looked at the small section that was entangled by Themis' fingers in her dream, and a blush gradually rose on her pink face.

Themis may not know how attractive she is when she looks like that.

No one could resist Themis like that. Her eyes were full of brilliance, filled with undisguised love and longing for the person in front of her, as well as tenderness and pampering deep in her heart.

Who could refuse? The doted-on Funina couldn't refuse.

Picking up the comb, Furninna began to comb her hair.

Every time I comb my hair, it seems to bring back good memories of the past.

She closed her eyes and imagined Themis's hand stroking her hair, the soft touch seemed to still be there.

In fact, when Themis was still alive, hair was often combed by Themis' hands.

After combing her hair, Funina stood in front of the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her long white hair was draped over her shoulders, and her eyes with heterochromatic teardrop pupils revealed a light of hope.

Finina smiled as she looked at herself like this. She was completely different from herself before when she couldn't see Themis.

After losing Themis, Furninna was so helpless.

So much so that even if they only met in a dream, Furninna could feel the hope and joy of regaining the treasure.

The shadow of Themis in the dream gradually emerged before her eyes. Finina's memories stimulated her thoughts. She seemed to see Themis smiling at her from behind.

The faucet was turned on, and clear water flowed down her fingers.

The white skin presents a crystal clear texture in the water vapor.

She closed her eyes and let the water droplets fall on her face, as if she was bathing in the tenderness of Themis.

After washing up, she walked out of the bathroom, her hair draped over her shoulders, her skirt dancing, and her steps light.

Every movement is full of grace and ease.

The big star Funina is back!

She sat at the table, eating breakfast, looking out the window, enjoying the quiet and beautiful morning.

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Since the crisis of the original fetal sea ended, every day in Fontaine has been peaceful.

Especially during the performance of Daughter of Water in the opera house, after Regent Themis sang on the spot.

Everyone is saying that Lady Themis was only seriously injured when she was fighting the whale during the prophecy crisis and was temporarily unconscious.

"Hey, you should have said it earlier. If we had known that the Regent was only temporarily injured and unconscious, we wouldn't have been so worried."

Waving his hand, the Fontaine man said in a relaxed tone, and then hurried to his workplace.

The traveler Ying looked at the back of the Fontaine man leaving and spread his hands helplessly. Paimon and Ying looked at each other and seemed to realize that this situation was not an isolated case, but had spread widely among the Fontaine people.

"Although I knew that when Themis appeared in the opera house, it caused a lot of commotion," Paimon said softly, "I really didn't expect that the people of Fontaine would actually think that Themis was actually still alive and well, but was seriously injured and needed to rest."

"Well, we have asked dozens of Fontaine people along the way," Ying added.

"Now that everyone thinks so, let's go find Fucaros and the others and tell them about this." Paimon suggested, "Although it is possible that their guess is correct, we still have to let the water god himself know about this."

"You're right." Ying agreed.

The two men came to Momang Palace with ease and passed by Villette's office.

Villette watched the two men walk out of his office door without stopping.

Navilette: After all, friendship was misplaced. All they loved was the commission and reward.

Longlong felt sad and depressed, but he regained his enthusiasm for work after hearing Meilushinlei's praises from him every day when she came to the office.

That Villette: So, it’s not my fault that I like Melusine! They are the beautiful creatures that Fontaine is proud of, so gentle!

Ying and Paimon didn't know what Violet was thinking, so they ran straight into Themis' office.

The divine God Carlos is also working diligently today.

When Ying looked at the holy and gentle figure like a white daffodil sitting in the position where Themis was supposed to give rewards, she felt a little sorry for her.

It’s such a shame that you have to be a widow at such a young age.

The beautiful widow Fucaros and the young widow Funina.

Covering her face, Ying saw a lot in these days.

I don’t know what the author of unofficial history is thinking. He has been letting himself go more and more recently!

What was originally just a normal love between a normal person and a god has now been completely transformed into many new ways of playing.

The editor of the unofficial history is also very puzzled.

I originally thought it was written by Lady Themis, but during the period when the news of Lady Themis' death was announced, the unofficial history writers angrily updated one tragic story after another.

Including but not limited to, when the regent Themis was dying, she made one last request to the Lord Water God, which was to ask the Water God to love her.

The gods agreed to her request and spent their last moments with her in madness until the very last moment.

Until the very end, Regent Themis only felt in her heart that this crazy and blasphemous thing was nothing but the guilt and mercy of the gods.

However, what the regent did not know was that all of this came from the love that the god was unable to express out loud.

The gods knew clearly how much they loved the regent, but originally she should have borne the consequences of all this.

But the gods could not follow her, and could only recall over and over again in their hearts the good memories that Regent Themis had left behind.

In the dead of night, the crazy sex continued until dawn.

The gods shed tears all day and all night, spending their days in false dreams of longing and love.

Although it was quite romantic, Ying was sweating profusely as she touched her yellow hair.

As an eyewitness to the incident, she felt like she was redundant.

I'm sorry to disturb the last moments of the gods and the regent.

Wow! I feel more and more like I deserve to die!

Ying·I deserve to die.jpg!

"Ying? What's wrong with you?"

Paimon poked Ying's cheek, a little confused as to why she had suddenly become silent, with a look of deep bitterness and hatred, while she was fine just now.

"Nothing, I just felt like I would slap myself twice if I woke up in the middle of the night."

With a look of despair on her face, what Ying said made Paimeng a little confused.

But this is not important at all. What is important is to talk to Fucaros about the stories about Themis that are widely circulated among the people of Fontaine in the city.

It looked like Fucaros had just woken up from a dream, and there was still a hint of tiredness on his face.

It seemed that he was woken up by the voices of Ying and Paimon.

The god blinked in confusion, his blue eyes with water droplet pupils looked a little blurry and dazed.

Looking at Fucaros like this, Ying couldn't help but think of the unofficial history.

Help, the unofficial history of Fontaine is too powerful!

Stop the brain! Stop the brain! Myself!

Ying banged her head against the wall in her heart, forcing herself to put the fascinating and imaginative wild history behind her.

He coughed twice as a cover-up as if he was feeling guilty, then heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Paimon taking on the role of the conversation.

That’s great. I’ve never felt that being forced to be mute is such a joyful thing.

If he accidentally said this, Ying felt that she could commit suicide by slitting her throat with the holy sword.