Chapter 246 The Woman Who Made Him Feel Regretful

Afternoon.

Bular Street.

"Don't you plan to run away?" Ximu pretended to be surprised, looking at the Sick Witch who trotted to his side. He did not restrict the Sick Witch's actions, nor did he pay too much attention to her, but as long as he understood the Sick Witch's personality, he could predict her actions to a certain extent.

The Sick Witch sighed tiredly, looked at Akhtar's elusive smile, and said:

"Anyway, even if I run away, I will be caught by you, right?"

In fact, she had the idea of ​​running away more than once, but as long as she thought that the person who caught her was the Lord of Ashes at the end of time, who could burn the world into ashes at any time, the little courage she had just raised in her heart was wiped out.

Why did Akhtar catch her first among the many resurrected demons and witches, and why did he reveal his identity as the Lord of Ashes to her.

All kinds of thoughts kept popping up, making her feel more and more desperate, and she was more and more afraid to run away, fearing that if she ran away, she would burn into ashes in an instant.

As for leaking the information about Akhtar's coming to the past so that the heroes of the past could be prepared, she still doesn't have the courage to do so.

What if she is burned to ashes as soon as she opens her mouth.

"How do you know if I will catch you if you don't try?" Ximu smiled gently, looking at the slightly shining eyes of the Sick Witch, "Maybe I will choose to let you go instead of burning you to ashes directly."

This is threatening her.

The Sick Witch became expressionless, and she strangled the glimmer of hope that had just emerged in her heart. This hateful man was definitely playing with her mind, letting her raise a glimmer of hope, and then giving her despair.

"What exactly do you want to do with me?" She stared at Akhtar with a gentle smile and asked directly what she was thinking:

"Why did you reveal your identity to me, but keep it secret from the monster witch."

"Because you know it and dare not spread it." Ximu replied, making the Sick Witch twitch her mouth, inexplicably feeling that her heart was pierced by an arrow, and she couldn't even speak. This man is really... so bad.

Ximu ignored the discontented look of the Death Witch and continued to explain why he dared to leak it, "and I plan to ask you to help me do something."

The Death Witch subconsciously asked: "What is it?"

"Give the Lionheart City a disease." Ximu kept smiling and explained to the surprised Death Witch, "The incubation period must be long, but it must be a fatal disease."

"What's the point of this?" The Death Witch subconsciously asked, but saw that Akhtar kept smiling and had no intention of answering her at all.

This man wants to use her to achieve something.

"Will you let me go after this?" She accepted Akhtar's coercion, but it was just a fatal disease with a long incubation period, which was not a difficult task for her.

Anyway, this world will be burned to ashes in three years, so just use a disease with a latent period of more than three years.

And if the Lord of Ashes is defeated in the future, she can easily solve the latent disease in the Lionheart City.

And if the world is burned to ashes in three years.

There is no need to solve the disease.

"Okay." Ximu replied, "As long as you help me do this, I will let you go, but the next time we meet..."

The Sick and Dead Witch waved her hand: "Then I won't leave."

She had already guessed what Akhtar would say next, which was nothing more than killing her the next time they met, but the problem was that Akhtar's desire to find her was not a casual matter, and he could accurately lock on to where she would fall.

If Akhtar wanted to kill her to silence her, he would meet her next time in a blink of an eye.

"Don't think so badly of me." Ximu kept a gentle smile, "I can burn the world into ashes at any time, but doesn't it still give you time to defeat me?"

The Sick and Dead Witch looked puzzled: "Why give us time, does it really make sense to you?"

"It doesn't make sense to the Lord of Ashes, but I'm not the Lord of Ashes." Ximu shook his head and spoke like a riddle man.

Originally, he didn't create the world directly in the Ashes World, mainly because there were people worth caring about in the world, and he had enough time to think about how to solve the problem.

Now he has another reason to think about how to create a long-lasting law, so as not to directly occupy the world's dominance like the omniscient god, resulting in a large number of errors and omissions, thus causing problems in the world he created.

If he really creates the world according to the power of the Lord of Ashes, he will inevitably face the problem of the extinguishing of the original fire, and there may be a being like the witch of time who will frantically drill errors and omissions, causing the errors and omissions in the world he created to increase wildly.

So he is even less anxious to create a new world.

Otherwise, there will be endless errors and omissions to be repaired later.

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At night.

Red Rose Winery.

This is a winery that brews wine with the color of red roses. The elegant and unique environment attracts many wealthy businessmen and nobles to relax in their spare time.

"Why are you so depressed?" The God of Beauty and Art put down the wine glass and looked at the black-haired girl opposite with a puzzled look. She was holding her cheeks with both hands and looking at the direction of Lionheart King City with a puzzled look, as if she was worried and puzzled about something.

"Are you worried that you will become the first dead god?" She asked, and then comforted him.

"It doesn't matter, we all die in the end."

"It's not that I'm worried about becoming the first dead god." The Plague Goddess withdrew her gaze and looked at the concerned God of Beauty and Art to explain, "It's that a large-scale fatal disease suddenly appeared in Lionheart City. It should be the work of the Witch of Death."

As the goddess who manages all diseases in this world, she can keenly perceive the changes in Lionheart City. Someone spread the fatal disease in Lionheart City.

And the existence that can do all this is, as expected, the Witch of Death.

"What's the meaning of doing this for her?" The God of Beauty and Art looked puzzled, "Is it to challenge your authority?"

"I can only ask in person." The Plague Goddess showed a helpless smile, "I hope I won't become the first dead god again."

The prophecy about the future has been spoken by the three goddesses of fate. She also learned that she was the first god killed by the Witch of Death and the Witch of Time, thus opening the prelude to Ragnarok until the world was burned to ashes.

Although she herself does not care about her own fall.

But she doesn't want to become the prelude to Ragnarok again.

Otherwise it seems too destined.

"How about letting me investigate?" The God of Beauty and Art grabbed the Plague Goddess' wrist and winked playfully, "To deal with the Witch of Death, the Plague Goddess doesn't need to do it herself."

After that, she disappeared from the spot.

In this era, there should be no existence that can pose a fatal threat to the gods. The Lord of Ashes, who can burn the gods into ashes, exists at the end of time. The Witch of Death, who can give the gods the concept of death, stays in hell, and no one knows what plan she is preparing.

But she should have no ill will towards the gods.

So the crisis that can threaten the gods has disappeared. Even if she is not good at fighting, she is confident that she can protect her own safety.

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In the center of the Lionheart City.

In a mansion next to a lake.

In a spacious bathroom.

Gurgle.

Bubbles emerged from the bathtub, and then the upper body of a girl emerged. Her milky white long hair fell down, just blocking the plump fruit on her chest. The warm water flowed down her skin and merged with the hot water in the bathtub.

The monster witch sitting by the bath looked at Sleipnir's overly mature figure and said:

"You have matured a lot."

When she created the monsters, they were not mature and powerful at the beginning. On the contrary, they could retain enough growth potential, so that the monsters she created had enough room for improvement.

Now Sleipnir is no longer as immature as before, and has become a female with an extremely mature figure and strong charm.

But her personality remains relatively pure.

"After all, so many years have passed." Sleipnir smiled lightly, proudly raised his chest, and the plump fruit trembled like jelly.

Seeing this, the monster witch held her cheek with one hand, as if asking casually: "Do you have offspring?"

She looked at the mature Sleipnir and asked.

"Not only did you become the companion of the Lord of Ashes, but you also had an ambiguous relationship with the human named Ximu. You seem to have grown into a woman who is very good at using your charm."

Sleipnir: "..."

She had a close relationship with Akhtar. She used to live in seclusion and occasionally eavesdropped on the heroic stories of humans.

As for being good at using her charm...don't make a fuss, she kept her monster form most of the time and never turned into a human form.

It was only recently that she kept her human form for a long time.

"What's wrong?" The monster witch looked at Sleipnir who suddenly fell silent and smiled gently, "This is not something to be embarrassed about."

In fact, she knew very well that Sleipnir had no descendants, otherwise the memory of Typhon, the Lord of Thousands of Monsters in the future, must have information about Sleipnir's descendants. Unfortunately, there was no such information, which meant that Sleipnir had no descendants at all.

But her understanding of the information was almost limited to this. In the future, Sleipnir did not choose to integrate into Typhon, the Lord of Thousands of Monsters, and was the mount of the Lord of Ashes from beginning to end.

This resulted in her being unable to obtain Sleipnir's memory.

She didn't know what kind of life Sleipnir, who chose to stay away from the world from beginning to end, had experienced, and she didn't know how many times she had had a love affair.

But as long as she had a little physical contact and verbal probing.

Then the situation would be almost clear.

"Monster Witch, don't you want to know about Akhtar?" Sleipnir chose to change the subject. She didn't want to say that Ximu was Akhtar. This was not because she wanted to conceal it deliberately.

But Akhtar didn't seem to be going to say it, and the monster witch was very strong and had strong action ability.

No one could predict what the monster witch would do.

"How did that man know you?" The monster witch stood up, and the hazy mist covered her enchanting body.

She came behind Sleipnir, hugged her creation's neck, and pressed her whole body against it, sensing Sleipnir's physical condition.

As expected, the reproductive function never worked at all.

"...It's the oak forest." Sleipnir's brain was working frantically, thinking about how to embellish his first encounter with Akhtar.

Otherwise, with the intelligence of the monster witch, she would know that she was tricked by Akhtar into becoming a mount.

That would be too embarrassing.

The Monster Witch was also very patient. She listened to the story of the little mother slowly, and eliminated the invalid information that Sleipnir wanted to cover up. Then she came to the conclusion that Sleipnir was abducted by Akhtar and thought it was voluntary.

After a while.

When Sleipnir talked about Akhtar's attack on the human-faced snake, the air suddenly twisted, and the God of Beauty and Art walked out of the mist, glanced at the two people in the bath, and fell into silence.

Did she run out of the room?

"Sorry, I seem to have gone to the wrong place." The God of Beauty and Art smiled apologetically. She clearly felt that the breath of the Sick and Dead Witch was here, why did she see the Monster Witch when she came in? This situation is very... bad.

Even if the Monster Witch does not have the ability to kill the gods, she can petrify the gods and turn them into immobile statues.

The monster witch looked indifferent, and didn't seem surprised. She had noticed the God of Beauty and Art before he broke in, but because the God of Beauty and Art was also a woman, she didn't stop him in advance.

"I'm sorry to disturb your mother and daughter's reunion." The God of Beauty and Art retreated, and her figure gradually blurred in the mist, wanting to escape from this bathroom as soon as possible.

As for Typhon, the lord of thousands of monsters created by the monster witch, he will kill the sky in the future and be extremely cruel.

"Don't leave in a hurry." The monster witch's pupils glowed slightly, and she activated the magic eye from Medusa, directly turning the God of Beauty and Art into a stone statue.

She didn't have any good feelings for the so-called gods. It was these gods who killed her in the beginning, and now they broke into her bathroom again.

Then there was no need for her to hold back.

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After a while.

Living room.

Ximu put down his teacup, looked at the statue of the goddess, and then glanced at the monster witch opposite him, saying:

"Are you still interested in the God of Beauty and Art?" He commented, "It's really lifelike, just like the real God of Beauty and Art."

The monster witch stared at Ximu for a moment, and then showed a charming smile: "Do you like it? Then I'll give it to you."

"Then I'll accept it." Ximu nodded gently, without any intention of refusing, but Sleipnir beside him showed an expression of wanting to say something when he heard it.

This is the real God of Beauty and Art.

"You can take it to the room to enjoy it." The monster witch smiled more and more charmingly, "Maybe there will be a surprise in the evening."

Ximu smiled and said, "I'll accept it as suggested."

What are these two people doing?

The sick witch who was drinking tea silently not far away glanced at the God of Beauty and Art who turned into a stone statue. She was 100% sure that Akhtar had noticed the true body of the statue, and she was also 100% sure that it was the monster witch who turned the God of Beauty and Art into a stone statue.

But they all pretended not to know.

"Bingsi, can you help me send the statue to my room?" Ximu suddenly spoke up and gave an order to the sick witch.

The sick witch silently put down the teacup, then waved her hand to summon the gust of wind representing the disease, and rolled the stone statue to Akhtar's room. The whole process did not damage anything, and it seemed extremely comfortable and relaxed.

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The night deepened.

The silver moonlight passed through the window and fell on the lifelike statue, revealing a sacred feeling, as if the statue contained a real goddess.

However, the posture of this goddess was a bit strange, as if she wanted to retreat after encountering something, and the expression on her face was a little apologetic.

Ximu sat on the bed, with his five fingers interlaced in front of his chest, his elbows supporting his knees, waiting for someone to come. That was a woman who made people feel regretful, a woman who could not be saved no matter what method was used, and a woman who could not be killed no matter what method was used.