Chapter 583 Dragon Girl's Tenderness (Five Thousand)

Step by step, Ifrit walked toward Mansfield like a sluggish doll.

Ifrit has always thought that she is strong.

He was kicked out of his home at a young age, and he struggled to find a chance of life alone in the wild. How many times he cried when he was hungry and cold, how many times he was afraid of the threat of monsters, and how many times he shivered in the dark night.

But so what?

She still grew up, growing up alone in pain and difficulty.

She did what most people in life couldn't do.

Once upon a time, she even felt that there was nothing wrong with not having her parents, and she could still live a carefree life.

What if you are expelled from the family by your parents?

Look at the Dragon Valley now. It has been destroyed long ago. All the dragons have been shattered to pieces. Only I, the abandoned daughter, am enjoying my life.

She doesn't care what happens to her parents. She no longer cares about her parents' attitude or thoughts towards her.

What you once tortured will only make you stronger.

For such a long time, this belief has been supporting Ifrit's difficult life in the Dusk Continent. Ifrit thought that her will and spirit had long been tempered to be harder than steel and harder than black ice. Be ice cold.

But now, Ifrit realizes that she was wrong.

She is not as powerful as she imagined. Under that strong body, she is still the girl who longs for warmth, and she is still the stupid girl who begs for her parents' love.

Seeing Ifrit walking toward him step by step, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Mansfield's face. Sure enough, playing with the emotions of life is really the highest enjoyment in the world.

Looking at the confused Ifrit, Mansfield felt unimaginable joy.

There was a weird smile on his face, but his eyes became gentler.

He will use the gentlest means to weave the most beautiful and intoxicating dream for Ifrit, and then she will never wake up from the dream again.

His eyes have turned into a whirlpool, pulling Ifrit's soul bit by bit.

"Don't be afraid, don't worry, I will take care of everything."

Just when Ifrit was about to sink into consciousness, a soft voice sounded out of thin air.

Mansfield's expression changed instantly, and his eyes were filled with incredible shock.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

This is an illusion weaved by myself. Unless I allow it, no one can appear in this illusion, and there is absolutely no sound that can be heard in this illusion.

Suddenly, Mansfield panicked.

There was also uncontrollable anger.

Finally, he had a soul that was about to sink. He finally had some fun in his boring life. He would never allow anyone to deprive him of his joy.

His eyes rotated rapidly, no longer caring whether Ifrit would notice something was wrong, he just wanted to lead Ifrit's soul to sink as quickly as possible.

But at this moment, Ifrit, who had been walking towards him quietly, suddenly froze in place, motionless, her beautiful brows furrowed hard, and her beautiful little face was full of struggle. .

That voice...so familiar.

That's... sir's voice.

gentlemen?

Who is sir?

Why does it feel so familiar in my heart, but I can't remember anything?

The unbearable suffering made Ifrit even more painful.

She didn't know what she had forgotten, but she could feel that it was important to her.

The feeling of not being able to remember anything was so uncomfortable that Ifrit felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry.

She shook her head desperately, and her long hair swayed.

The feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger. She didn't know whose voice it belonged to, but she knew that she could not forget that person no matter what.

The strong distortion made Ifrit extremely uncomfortable, and she even involuntarily let out waves of painful groans from her throat.

The jealous illusion that evolved into Mansfield's form on the opposite side obviously noticed that things were getting out of control a little bit. He didn't know which damn bastard was behind it, but he would never allow this to happen.

The most basic element of an illusion is stability.

In an unstable illusion, it is easy for people who enter the illusion to detect abnormalities.

Mansfield's control over the illusion is very exquisite. Under normal circumstances, there will be no deviation at all. But at this moment, due to his anxiety, various abnormalities have begun to appear in the almost perfect illusion.

The entire space was like glass that had suffered a heavy blow.

Cracks crisscrossed the area.

Chaotic energy rages in space.

Mansfield noticed that the illusion was already showing signs of collapse. If he could adjust his mentality in time, the illusion could be stabilized again, and these slight fluctuations would not have much impact.

But now, in an anxious mood, Mansfield couldn't calm down and repair the illusion.

On the contrary, the gradually cracking illusion made Mansfield feel more and more irritable.

He was getting more and more anxious. He had to completely lead Ifrit into the abyss from which she would never wake up before the illusion was shattered. Mansfield tried his best to maintain a soft smile on his face, but there was something in his eyes. Eagerness, but it completely betrayed his mood.

Mansfield couldn't even wait for Ifrit to walk into his arms. He opened his arms and even took the initiative to walk towards Ifrit, trying to embrace Ifrit.

"Come on."

"Ifrit, my dearest sister, what are you still hesitating about?"

"Father and mother's expectations are all placed on you. You are their proudest child."

"Don't hesitate any more, come on, we are all waiting for you."

Ifrit, who was already in intense torment, became even more confused.

Dear sister?

Why is this title so harsh?

Father and mother's expectations?

Are they really looking forward to me?

Why do the words that I have always wanted to hear since I was a child seem so harsh at this time?

All kinds of confusing questions all flooded into Ifrit's mind, and for a moment, Ifrit even felt that her brain was piercing with pain, and her whole head seemed to be about to explode.

Mansfield was getting closer and closer, and the gentle smile on his face could no longer be maintained. It became twisted and hideous. After reaching a certain distance, his body began to wriggle.

Just like a huge slime.

Transparent tentacles gradually extended from Mansfield.

The slender and smooth tentacles, like poisonous snakes, wrapped around Ifrit's neck, wrists, chest, waist, and thighs.

Just when Ifrit was in extreme confusion, the tentacles began to tighten little by little.

In an instant, even though Ifrit was confused, she felt a strong sense of suffocation. Her neck seemed to be about to be broken by this inexplicable force. The invisible force dragged her body and staggered towards Mansfield.

Looking at Mansfield, who was one meter away, he was obviously a handsome man, but Ifrit didn't know why. Looking at Mansfield's chest, she felt that chest was like a bottomless whirlpool leading to an endless abyss.

An unprecedented strong fear swept Ifrit's body in an instant.

She saw the darkness and the abyss, and she wanted to struggle.

But at this moment, Mansfield suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled softly. A frosty breath enveloped her in an instant. Ifrit felt an indescribable chill covering her whole body. Her soul seemed to fall into some kind of sticky and burning quagmire. Her thinking became slower and slower, almost stagnant. She could only watch herself being dragged into Mansfield's arms like a stiff puppet.

The unprecedented fear made Ifrit tremble all over.

She opened her mouth desperately, and a hoarse voice came out of her throat: "Sir..."

As if she heard Ifrit's call, Ifrit suddenly felt a slight warmth on her right hand.

The temperature was not high, just a little bit of warmth.

But at this time when the whole body and the soul were about to be frozen, the temperature seemed so hot.

The warm current flowed through the right hand and spread all over the body.

The chill all over the body began to be dispelled little by little.

Breathing began to become normal, and the strong feeling of suffocation was gradually fading.

The tentacles that were pulling Ifrit's body frantically were losing strength little by little. I don't know when it started, Ifrit's body has stayed in place and no longer continued to approach Mansfield.

Scenes are constantly emerging in Ifrit's mind.

It was when she was a child, she was bullied by her brother.

It was when she was a child, her parents were indifferent and murderous to her.

It was when she was expelled from the Dragon Valley.

It was when she wandered in the vast sea of ​​people, painfully and desperately.

Sir... Ha, I finally thought of it.

When she was in pain and despair because of hunger, it was the sir who gave her a bite of food.

She couldn't remember how long she hadn't enjoyed such delicious food.

When I was bullied and beaten by other humans, it was Mr. who gave me a warm harbor.

When I rejected Mr.'s kindness because of my hostility towards humans, it was Mr. who floated down from the upstairs and brought me warmth.

It was also Mr. who gave me the opportunity to treat my injuries and saved me from the quagmire of despair.

Ifrit's little face was a little annoyed. She didn't understand why she had forgotten such an important thing? Mr., that was the only person in the world who treated me sincerely.

Compared with Mr., think about what your relatives left for you, right?

My brother left only painful memories of being bullied.

Father, mother, until the moment they died, all they left for me was indifference and ruthlessness.

I am really stupid.

Why should I please my father and mother who don't treat me as a daughter when I have such a good Mr.? It is already happy enough to be with Mr., is it really important whether I can get the recognition of the so-called father and mother?

If I leave my husband to get the approval of my parents, I feel scared just thinking about that scene.

And jealousy.

Yes, I used to envy my brother. I envy my brother for being loved by my parents and being liked by so many people in Dragon Valley.

But, so what?

There are people in this world who like me and treat me sincerely.

That's my husband.

For Ifrit, she doesn't need so many people to like her, having one person is enough.

Perhaps, my husband's sincerity is too heavy for me to bear, and all the pain I suffered before meeting my husband is the price of this happiness.

She is very happy now, very happy, really.

What's more, what else is there to be jealous of in Mansfield now? No matter how much favor he had received and how much honor he had accumulated, with the destruction of Dragon Valley, everything he had once disappeared.

Maybe, even Mansfield's dragon crystal has been absorbed by me and my husband unknowingly.

Jealous of a dead man?

Ifrit even suspected that there was something wrong with her brain.

As for reviving the Dragon Clan?

Not to mention that the Dragon Clan is now extinct, and I am the only one left alive. How can I revive the Dragon Clan?

Even if there is really a way to revive the Dragon Clan, does that have anything to do with me?

When his father, mother, brothers, sisters, and so many giant dragons in the Dragon Valley expel him, what will become of the dragon clan has nothing to do with him.

Even if the dragon clan really has a chance to revive, in Ifrit's heart, it is far less important than a smile from her husband.

Ifrit's beliefs have become more and more open-minded and smooth.

It was at this moment that the obsession that had been entangled in Ifrit's heart since childhood finally dissipated.

The tentacles originally entangled in Ifrit's body seemed to be affected by some mysterious power, and silently disappeared from Ifrit's body.

The cold and stiff body that had been completely under control has completely returned to normal. The exhausted soul has become full again at some point. Even the bright eyes are shining with confidence and beauty.

"No……"

On the opposite side, Mansfield's originally handsome face could no longer maintain its original appearance, and his face became twisted and ferocious, like a ferocious ghost.

His mouth kept roaring and roaring.

He couldn't accept the ending before him, and he didn't understand why.

It was obvious that the prey had entered the trap, and it was about to be the time for him to enjoy the joy of victory, but why could the prey actually break free from the spider web he had woven at this time?

What happened to cause such a big change in this prey?

He doesn't understand.

But he also couldn't tolerate such a thing happening.

He had completely lost the magnanimity he should have as the Lord of Illusions, howling loudly like a madman, and rushed towards Ifrit.

Ifrit's performance was extraordinarily calm. Ifrit did not even resist or fight back. She just looked at the Lord of Illusion silently with a smile on her lips.

The smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to make the Lord of Illusion feel that he had been greatly ridiculed. His body trembled violently, and he grabbed Ifrit's pretty face with his right hand.

But just when the sharp claws were about to touch Ifrit's cheek, he finally stopped.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the body of the Lord of Illusion, and the entire space, quickly covered with dense cracks. For a moment, Ifrit even suspected that he had fallen into a spider web woven by a huge spider. .

As the space gradually cracked, everything in front of it gradually disappeared.

Ifrit felt that her spirit was slightly in a trance. When her eyes returned to clarity, she suddenly found that her body had appeared in the void at some point.

In the void, thick chains squirmed in mid-air like huge pythons.

Ifrit knew that a new level of test had come.

If the previous seven-level illusion was a test of mind and soul, then what is being tested now is absolute strength.

And Ifrit is quite confident in her own strength.

…

the other side.

Spang Theocracy, Royal City.

Taking advantage of the night, Mansfield's figure appeared in front of the city.

He raised his head and looked towards the palace in the distance.

There, the unique aura of the dragon clan became more and more obvious.

A smile appeared on Mansfield's handsome face.

Ifrit, my dearest sister, brother, here I come!

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