I take the witch with me to conquer the world

The next morning, after sleeping until eleven o'clock, Lewan, who was fully rested, stretched and slowly got up. I am about to start washing up, and I also plan to see if my dear one has passed the test after washing up.

In front of the sink, the girl looked at herself in the mirror with white hair and blue eyes, with a different charm. She couldn't help but feel a little dazed, even though her face was still the same, and she was still the same person. But she always felt that there was a big difference between herself in the mirror and her previous self. Maybe it was because she was biased toward Westerners.

After walking out of her room, Lewan was about to go to Fang Sheng's room for wake-up call service when she smelled the delicious fragrance of food. She raised her brows and saw Fang Sheng walking out of the kitchen with a plate of cakes.

His eyes were shining, he came to the table and sat down, looked at Fang Sheng and said sweetly: "So you woke up a long time ago? Why didn't you come and call me?"

"I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't call you. Wash your hands and come to eat. I ordered takeout." Fang Sheng explained with gentle eyes. He finished the trial around ten o'clock, so he got up. . And after seeing that Lewan was still sleeping so soundly. He didn't wake up Lewan, and at the same time ordered a takeaway to finish his breakfast. Lewan woke up just at this time, which made Fang Sheng glad that he ordered a double portion.

Just like that, the two of them took their seats. Lewan asked while eating: "The trial is completed? What is the reward you got?"

There was no verbal answer, Fang Sheng raised a hand and chose to answer with practical actions. Then, in his empty left hand, a long sword covered in dark red and full of killing energy appeared in an instant.

As soon as the sword came out, Le Wan's hair stood on end as he sat across from him. He subconsciously wanted to open a radiant shield to protect himself, but because of the trust of the other party, Sheng. She resisted the urge, frowned and asked: "Your trial won't be the Blood Path of the Skull Master, right? This knight's sword feels so fierce!"

There was a look of concern in her blue eyes. After being in contact with Fang Sheng for a long time, she could barely distinguish the difference between Fang Sheng, the Skull Master and the God of War. But the moment this dark red weapon appeared, it was a little difficult for her to distinguish it.

Hearing this, how could Fang Sheng not understand that the other party was overthinking, he said with some helplessness: "It's not the skull master, it's because of my own state of mind. The weapons I have manifested using blood and power these days are probably That's it. But don't worry, it shouldn't take long to recover..."

After Lewan listened quietly, she couldn't help but take another look at the knight's sword, feeling the cold death aura and monstrous anger on it. She couldn't help but look at Fang Sheng, who had a very calm face and was calmly eating cakes and drinking rice porridge. It's hard to imagine how much anger is hidden under his calm face.

So, she said very worriedly: "Is it related to your mood? Was it caused by that trial? Do you want me to heal you?" As she said that, she raised her right hand, and a white and gentle light appeared, like the soft sunshine in the morning. Warming the two of them.

Fang Sheng did not hide it, and explained the trial situation to Lewan calmly: "No need, it will be fine in a few days, because the person who manifested the trial is myself, the me in the Age of Gods, the trial The requirement is that both sides use weapons built with authority to fight, and I won't win until I completely kill the other party..." He calmly took a sip of porridge, and then narrated: "The gap between the two of us is huge, even if 'I' Suppressing the strength, and during the battle with the opponent, both sides can only use the exact same weapons, I was probably killed by 'me' nearly a hundred times."

Listening to the other party's calm narration, Lewan's heart tightened and she felt a little distressed. Perseveringly, he asked: "Do you really not need treatment? Or should I accompany you to relax and relieve the stress?"

Sensing the concern in the other party's words, Fang Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Okay, but don't go out. By the way, the results of this trial are very gratifying. In the words of the ancients, my current state It's just 'Eighteen kinds of weapons, proficient in them all'!" After saying that, Fang Sheng gave Lewan a live performance, dancing the sword with his left hand, and he was so good at it that he didn't hurt the surroundings at all!

This is the killing technique that Fang Sheng was forced to hone in hundreds of death situations. He feels that these moves cannot be regarded as martial arts. After all, they are just killing techniques that he has thought up blindly. In order to win this trial, he exerted all his strength and was at every disadvantage. In the end, he used a hammer to blow up the opponent with half his body reduced to flesh.

Looking at the other party's smile, Le Wan couldn't help but pursed her lips, stood up and sat next to Fang Sheng. In the other party's unclear eyes, she hugged the other party's head, pressed it to her chest, and then hugged him tightly. he. There was magic in his voice, and he whispered very softly: "Shh... It's okay, don't be brave, I am always by your side, and I will always accompany you to vent all the depression and troubles accumulated in your heart. Come out. You have done a good job..."

Fang Sheng was stunned, listening to Le Wan's soft words, he couldn't laugh or cry. He understood that Lewan must have understood it wrong. But he didn't break away from the other person's arms. After all, this situation was something he never dared to think about in his two lifetimes, so he just leaned on the other person's chest and felt this reassuring feeling.

At the same time, Lewan whispered comforting words, while a glorious light rose up, illuminating the two of them, providing gentle sunshine and a feeling of comfort.

Ah... I'm a little tired... It seems that I can't stand the fatigue after a night. Fang Sheng laughed at his own inwardness. As an extraordinary person, he couldn't hold on after just staying up all night.

His eyelids gradually became heavy, sleepiness welled up in his heart, and Fang Sheng subconsciously yawned. As expected, this yawn was heard by Le Wan. She no longer spoke soft words of comfort, but hummed a simple tune in a low voice. At the same time, she also mobilized more brilliance in order to provide Fang Sheng with a stable environment.

Fang Sheng was very tired from hundreds of deaths in one night. He listened to Le Wan's ancient ditty full of otherworldly style and leaned into the arms of his beloved. As expected, he gradually fell asleep.

The ancient tune stopped, and Lewan didn't care why she was humming a tune that she didn't know at all, but could hum it skillfully. I saw her relying on the power of magic to gently pick up her knight, carry him into her room, and cover him with a quilt. He sat on a chair nearby and admired his lover's beauty. At the same time, he withdrew the light that served as a lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

"Good night, my dear knight..."