I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

Kiyana stared at Yan, the light in her eyes was faint but unwilling to be completely dim, as if she was waiting for the last hope.

During the long silence, Yan stretched out his palm, and then... slapped Kiyana's soft buttocks.

The moment the palm is printed, the soft elasticity is fed back from the palm, and the touch feels great.

"babble--!"

Unexpectedly, the young lady's eyes widened in an instant, and she straightened her waist involuntarily. The sadness, confusion, and other messy emotions on her face seemed to disappear completely under this slap.

Nowhere to be seen.

She grabbed Yan's hand that raised her arm and wanted to strike again, turned over and pressed him under her body, riding on his waist and glaring.

"Hey! Did you really listen to me, you bastard!"

Qiyana felt that all the feelings she had just now had been fed to the dog, and this person never listened to him confide in his heart, maybe he was trying to hit her from the beginning to the end!

"Of course there is. How could I not listen to my wife's words?"

Yan looked at the angry young lady from bottom to top, and through the thin pajamas, he could even feel the warm touch of the girl pressing on his waist, as well as the soft and elastic buttocks.

"Then what do you mean?!"

Kiyana raised her fist and threatened him with her eyes, as if she was going to hit his chest with a small fist if she was not satisfied with the answer.

"Before that, let me ask you a few questions."

Yan stretched out a hand to stop her, and said, "First, do you think your stinky dad loves you?"

Qiyana was slightly taken aback, subconsciously lowered her arms and nodded: "Of course, if the stinky dad dares not love me, I'll punch his dog's head off!"

Although this Hudan hasn't come to see her for so many years, Qiyana still instinctively feels that the stinky dad loves her.

If that wasn't the case, why did he break into the Tianming headquarters alone and try to take her away?

"Okay, then the second question——" Yan nodded with satisfaction, and raised a second finger: "Do you think your aunt loves you?"

Qiyana thought of the aunt she just met today, and remembered the short but warm communication with her, even if it was just a few ordinary conversations, she could still feel the long-lost family affection, like holding a stove in winter, blowing in summer With the air conditioner on, watching the golden weeping willows swaying in the wind outside the window in autumn.

Although in the end she was let back with the clone.

Kiana nodded affirmatively.

"The last question." Ion raised his third finger and asked seriously: "Do you think I love you?"

Kiyana lowered her head in surprise when she heard the words, she looked down at Yan's focused eyes, those ice blue eyes were like the clearest sea, reflecting her face.

Her heart jumped inexplicably, and she turned her head in shame.

"Ben, Ms. Ben is born beautiful and beautiful. Everyone loves flowers and flowers! If any man sees Ms. Ben and doesn't like it, he must be gay!"

"... Puchi!"

Yan couldn't hold it back for a while, and finally couldn't maintain his serious expression, and laughed out loud.

"What! You have an opinion!"

Qiyana immediately glared at him viciously, and made a gesture to raise her little pink fist again.

"No no no."

Yan shook his head, he just didn't expect the eldest lady to say such narcissistic words, and he found it funny for some reason.

If Ian remembers correctly, the eldest lady at the beginning should have taken the high-cold route.

He sorted out his emotions, and then spread his hands: "In this case, there is nothing to say."

"what?"

Qiyana looked puzzled, a little confused about the situation.

"Isn't it?" Yan asked her back: "Since you think your stinky dad loves you, your aunt loves you, and I love you too, are you still worried about a hammer?"

"Who in this world will forget their loved ones? They may be buried in the depths of memory due to the passage of time, but this does not mean they are forgotten."

Yan's voice softened, and he winked at her: "Besides, taking a step back, even if your stinky father and aunt forget about you by then, I, the fiancé who is riding under you, will also forget you." I won't forget you."

Qiyana was stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

"So stop showing an expression like an abandoned puppy, although it is very distressing to look at."

Yan reached out and stroked her silky side face: "But I can't help but make people want to bully me."

Kiyana pursed her lips lightly, lowered her head and hid her expression in the shadows, as if she was at a loss because of shyness.

"Speaking so nicely, there is always a feeling that you will become a scumbag full of big words in the future."

The eldest lady muttered softly.

"You are a completely baseless slander, hey!"

"But forget it, I'm not qualified to say anything anyway."

Qiyana suddenly raised her head, her white and delicate face was relieved, and the sorrow between her brows was gone.

Yan watched her relieved expression, and the worry in his heart disappeared.

"Okay, since the eldest lady is in a better mood, can I go back to sleep?"

He yawned, and his exhaustion climbed up immediately.

But Qiyana didn't move, she still rode on Yan's body and looked down at him motionlessly, the emotions in her eyes seemed to be burning.

Yann noticed her strangeness and looked surprised.

"What's the matter? Could it be that Missy, you really want to sleep with me?"

Although he doesn't recommend sleeping with a girl in his arms, he can't guarantee that there will be some intense sparks if the lonely man and the widow live together in the same room.

After all, having experienced the previous ward incident and the recent drowsiness incident, Yan is still quite pessimistic about his control.

Qiyana didn't answer, but she reached out and unbuttoned a few buttons on her thin shirt, her delicate collarbone and a piece of fair and soft skin could be vaguely glimpsed through the open neckline of her pajamas.

Yan's brows twitched, as if he had a premonition, and his heartbeat accelerated suddenly.

The eldest lady sat straddling Ian's waist, gently pressing his chest with a pair of slender jade-like hands, twisting her waist like a boneless snake, bending over to get closer to him, her slender white hair pouring down on her shoulders like water, The fiery breath teased his fragile nerves.

Qiyana raised her head, her movements clearly revealed a charm that turned all living beings upside down, but her eyes were so shy, even her plain white face became as red as blood.

She was shy, but didn't stop.

"Don't you want to do something to me?"

The fairy-like girl breathed like blue, like a pure succubus whispering in her ear: "Husband~"

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boom--!

At that moment, Yan felt that the string called reason suddenly broke, like a dam that collapsed.

Immediately, the most primitive desire completely occupied the brain, turning him into a ferocious beast.

Ion throws Kiyana down.

On that day, the two of them fought on the blood-stained battlefield so darkly that the sun and the moon were dark, as if the mountains and rivers were broken and the stars fell, and even the Dao was obliterated!

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PSS: Chongchong is Qi Yana, then Zhenqi is Qi Yana, there is nothing wrong (thumbs).

137: Yo Rita!Good morning wow~!

In the early morning of the next day, at the headquarters of Destiny.

Rita got dressed early, and put on a pure black slim-fitting gown with bare arms. She wore a black top hat decorated with a green belt on her short ash-gold shoulder-length hair. Her tall, graceful and exquisite figure stood out in the sun Outline the slim curves, every line is perfect.

Today is the day when Lord Yaen returns from his first mission, so it is natural to clean up for him.

Although it was a mission to go out in Florence before, Lord Yaen was far from qualified in terms of consciousness and strength, and most of them were guided by her personally.

So strictly speaking, this is his first battle in the true sense.

On the street, the wind is sunny and cloudless, and groups of girls can be seen passing by Rita from time to time, and then greet her cordially.

Rita smiled back gracefully and politely, her manners were impeccable.

As a well-known S-rank Valkyrie, coupled with her gentle and humble personality, she is to some extent more popular than Ulandal's awe-inspiring and noble-looking type. People's favorite.

Whether in the official voting of NG〇, Tie〇 Forum or 〇Travel Agency, Rita is firmly in the top spot, and her debut is the pinnacle!

Even if Bishop Otto personally pulled up a banner to canvass for his precious granddaughter, he still couldn't resist the general public's love for Rita, which can be called a tsunami-like enthusiasm.

To explain in one sentence -

Sister Tazi, forever god!

However, as the saying goes, there are many people who are popular.As the most popular Valkyrie of Destiny, Rita will inevitably be talked about behind her back. Although she doesn't care about it, recently... a little too much.

Thinking of the content published in "Valkyrie Times", Rita couldn't help but touch her face with her hand, feeling a little helpless in her heart.

To be honest, those contents already violated her right to privacy a bit, and even with the breath sensing ability honed by her assassination training, she couldn't detect the person who secretly took these photos at that time.

To be reasonable, it wouldn't be the teacher who taught her the assassination technique, right?

It's a good thing that Lord Youlandal didn't know the existence of this thing, or else he might have gone berserk and used the power of the World Bubble long ago.

what!By the way, Master Ulandal is currently undergoing daily physical training.

Although Rita also wanted to warn the editorial staff of the "Valkyrie Times" a little bit, but firstly, these guys come and go without a trace, let alone a warning, and they can't even find them anywhere. The backstage of The Times is pretty good, even the little privacy of the Archbishop of Destiny has been dug up completely and clearly.

Nicknames and titles such as granddaughter control, figure maniac, game expert, and century-old otaku emerge in endlessly.

Even if it's all right, it's really unexpected that I can survive.

Before she knew it, Rita had stepped onto the tarmac of Destiny.