Chapter 119 Funina is stunningly beautiful.
Only here.
This city, filled with the essence of water, gave her an unprecedented sense of tranquility.
"I want to stay too..."
Xiao Wu lowered her head, her two rabbit ears drooping limply.
"I'm not going back."
"I don't want to see Tang San again."
Navelette's gaze shifted slightly, landing on the girl who had transformed from a soft-boned rabbit.
He always showed more tolerance towards such simple creatures.
"Can."
Just one simple word.
But this made Xiao Wu feel relieved, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
That was the relief of surviving a disaster.
Just then.
A sharp aura emanated from the void not far away.
With her silver hair and purple eyes, Gu Yuena was gazing in the direction where Tang San had disappeared, her beautiful face covered in frost.
"That aura..."
"It can't be wrong."
Gu Yuena gripped the silver dragon spear tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
"Asura God".
"The sword that cleaved the Dragon God's body during the great war of the gods was his doing."
She turned to look at Navelette, her eyes burning with the flames of revenge.
"Navilette".
"I want to stay."
This doesn't sound like a request; it sounds more like a declaration.
"That guy dares to interfere in the affairs of the lower realm, and even wants to send a priest down to the lower realm."
"Then I'll show him just how fiery the dragon's wrath truly is."
"I will chop his henchmen to pieces right here!"
Although Gu Yuena is the Silver Dragon King, she commands all beasts.
But in Navelette's presence, she felt a sense of both suppression and closeness emanating from the source of her bloodline.
It was as if simply standing next to this man would greatly increase one's chances of winning.
Navelette's expression remained unchanged.
He was not surprised by Gu Yuena's choice.
"Since that is your judgment."
"Whatever you say."
Navelette straightened her sleeves and glanced at the three stunningly beautiful women present.
A newly crowned Dragon Emperor.
A 100,000-year-old rogue rabbit.
A Silver Dragon King, the supreme ruler of all soul beasts.
In addition, there are the ten ferocious beasts.
The fighting strength of Tianshui City has already surpassed that of any single force in the God Realm.
"alright."
"Now that this matter is settled, you may all leave."
"The order in the city still needs to be maintained."
That's all.
Navelette didn't linger any longer and turned to walk towards the city lord's mansion.
There.
There is an even more important person waiting for him.
...
The city lord's mansion, rooftop terrace.
This is the best spot in Tianshui City, offering a panoramic view of the entire city during the rain.
Beside the exquisite white jade railing.
A petite figure was lounging lazily on a recliner.
Funina.
This queen, of waters, of peoples, and of laws, showed no airs of divinity at this moment.
She wore a light white silk nightgown, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze, outlining the girl's graceful curves.
The most eye-catching.
It was those two jade feet that were completely exposed.
It was casually draped over a dark blue velvet cushion.
Her ankles were slender, her arches curved in an elegant arc, and her toes were round and lovely, like carefully carved pearls, shimmering with a delicate pink luster in the sunlight.
She was holding a half-finished cup of milk tea, swinging her legs somewhat boredly.
Her fair legs flashed through the air, making people dizzy.
"Navilette—"
I heard footsteps.
Funina drawled out the word, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness and complaint.
Why are you only getting back now?
"I'm so bored."
She turned her head, her heterochromatic eyes filled with a coquettish tone.
"That red beam of light was too dazzling; it made my eyes uncomfortable."
"And that Tang San, his name sounds so awful."
"You've really ruined my afternoon tea mood!"
Navilette walked up to her.
Seeing the girl's completely unguarded appearance, his face, which had been slightly serious because of Tang San's matter, softened.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Funina."
"It took a little time to deal with some necessary garbage."
He naturally reached out and took the empty teacup from Funina's hand, placing it on the table beside her.
Would you like another drink?
"Half sugar only."
Funina hummed and hawed, then, as if remembering something, her pretty little feet restlessly rubbed against the back of Vilette's hand.
It has a warm and smooth feel, as delicate as jade.
"That girl named Gu something-na, the way she looked at you seemed a bit off."
Funina squinted, like a kitten guarding its food.
"And that Ah Yin."
"You've picked up so many girls all at once, the city lord's mansion is about to overflow."
Is that jealousy?
Perhaps a little.
But more than anything, it's a kind of intimacy and playful banter unique to the two of them.
Navelette did not dodge.
He let the girl's slightly cool toes play with his hands, his tone still steady, yet revealing a hint of helpless indulgence.
"They are exiles seeking asylum."
"And you are the mistress of this city."
"These two are not contradictory."
Upon hearing the words "mistress".
A blush instantly spread across Funina's cheeks, even making her glistening earlobes turn pink.
She quickly withdrew her foot, somewhat flustered, and tucked it back into her skirt.
"Who...who is the mistress of the house!"
"I'm just... just staying here temporarily!"
"snort!"
Above the sky, light and shadow shift and change.
The golden ranking list that originally displayed the combat power rankings slowly disappeared, and in its place was an extremely tragic scene.
The scene depicts ruins and corpses strewn across the landscape.
It was a formidable pass, majestic and precipitous, yet it teetered on the brink of collapse amidst the flames of war.
Jialing Pass.
Almost everyone recognized the place.
However, the Jialing Pass in the picture is completely different from the majestic pass that still stands today.
The sky there was dyed in three colors.
The brilliant, holy golden light, the eerie, dark purple demonic energy, and the vast, boundless blue sea and the blood-red of the slaughtering Asuras.
That was the battlefield of the gods.
The battle between the two gods.
All living beings on the continent held their breath, staring intently at the sky.
They saw the blue-haired man, wielding a trident, with a ferocious phantom of Asura behind him, fighting alone against two great gods.
Angel God Qianrenxue, Rakshasa God Bibi Dong.
The Pope of the Spirit Hall, who was once seen as unapproachable by the world, now appeared so miserable in the scene.
The purplish-black magic scythe broke, and the divine equipment shattered.
Navelette wasn't there.
The Silver Dragon King is not there.
That was a future without "variables," a predetermined trajectory of fate.
The images flow.
The final image is frozen at the moment Bibi Dong falls.
This empress, who ruled the Spirit Hall for half her life, blocked the fatal blow of the Asura Demon Sword in order to save her daughter, Qian Renxue.
The body shattered, the soul dissipated.
The scream she let out before she died was not like the howl of a demon, but more like the final lament of a pitiful person who had been tormented by fate all her life.
She wanted to break the rules.
(End of chapter)