Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

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"So, you're not a creature of nature, you know?"

Mori Yuesha: ( ?Δ? )

"Pinch people, pinch people!" Oshit blinked playfully, and made a pinching motion with his hands: "Have you ever played with plasticine? When you were young, did you—"

"Oh...you had a sad childhood...I'm so sorry."

The incoherent woman's expression became sad again.

"No, I don't understand. Who am I?" The other party's confusing words made the girl a little impatient.

"You are Sen Yuesha. Planeswalker, Sen Yuesha, that's right."

Ochette said: "I contributed some 'things' to him, so of course you are my child."

She looked at Sen Yuesha lovingly, rubbing her toes against the girl's belly, the corners of her enchanting eyes were full of meaning and full of charm.

Mori Yuesha adjusted her sitting posture without any trace.

"So, that 'he' is also my mother? You pinched a 'person', and that person is me?"

Oxyte nodded, carefully looking at Sen Yuesha's face: "It can be said that, are you angry?"

Of course Mori Yuesha did not.

She heaved a sigh of relief after part of her doubts were resolved.

"I see. That's why 'He' has been protecting me?"

Seeing Sen Yuesha always mentioning him, Oxite was rarely dissatisfied: "That's because he has a purpose! Don't think how much he loves you! He just wants to find someone—"

Ochette only spoke half a sentence, and his voice dropped like black and white piano keys, gradually becoming unrecognizable.

In short, if the lady in front of me who seems to be seriously ill than her is telling the truth, to some extent, she can indeed be regarded as her mother.

"Hey, Xiaoyuesha, can you stay with me for a few days? I have collected a lot of interesting movies..."

The woman rubbed her thighs back and forth, rubbed her palms, and brushed away the hair under the collarbone.

Now, there is no cover at all...

"Mother!"

A hoarse voice pierced from the other side of the palace.

O'Xiter's originally happy expression drooped instantly, with a bitter face, scratching his chin.

In an instant, a set of purple robes appeared on him.

The sound of footsteps was heavy and steady, and after hitting the brick wall, it was broken and passed into Sen Yuesha's ears faithfully.

After a while, a pair of old black boots caught my eye.

The middle-aged man was wearing a red robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, and a beard that circled his mouth and grew wildly to his cheeks.The man's dusty appearance does not match this luxurious palace.

His eyes were piercing, and when he walked over with big strides, Oxite had already changed his posture and was sitting upright, not at all as charming as before.

The stern-faced woman seemed to be a serious strict mother.

"Agomoto, I remember I said that you are not allowed to come to the palace today."

The woman's voice was cold and boring, but the man opposite didn't care.

With enthusiasm on his face, he stepped across the pool in two or three steps, first saluted his mother respectfully, then turned to look at Sen Yuesha.

to be frank…

Mori Yuesha has seen this look too many times recently.

Every time I see this look, it means that the other party either wants to be my father or my mother.

The middle-aged man smiled foolishly and stroked the lush beard on his chin:

"Meeting you for the first time, I'm well dressed, right?"

"Dear sister."

Oh, my sister.

~(?д?≡?д?)~

Chapter 122 Chapter 38 Origin Talent

"So, Agamotto is also your 'creation'?"

Eating melon seeds, Mori Yuesha and Oxite sat in the wind.

The entire nebula has become a screen, and the animation is broadcasting to a wonderful place.

'This is my last ripple! '

They are in a place called 'astral plane', a dimension created by Oxit.

"He's different." When it came to Agamotto, Oxite's face was filled with displeasure: "He was formed from a drop of my tear, so he can barely be regarded as my 'child'. But you..."

Turning his head, Oshit looked at Sen Yuesha obsessively: "But you are my favorite masterpiece...my child..."

Mori Yuesha didn't want to talk to her convulsive mother at all, so she spat out the melon seeds into her palm and threw them into the trash basket.

"So, the seal of Emperor Weishan mentioned by Master Guyi is—"

"That's right, I, Agamotto and Hoggoth, are called...Vishanti in the multiverse."

"The Eternal Vishanti."

Sounds... awesome.

ε?(?> ? <)?з

"It's really powerful." Oxite ate the apple, squinting: "I asked that child Gu Yi to give you more secret weapons, you can use the secret weapons at this stage. As a result, that dead bald man only wanted you to be the next one. Supreme Mage..."

Ouchite joked: "Don't be fooled, you took that torn cloak.

The supreme mage is not a good job, and he has to go back and forth in that small place on the earth every day. "

Mori Yuesha nodded, and she raised her wrist: "Give this back to her too?"

Oshit pinched his purple hair and put it on Sen Yuesha's wrist for comparison, and the two sparkling and magical hairs flowed against each other.

"It's made of my hair, and I give it to you, my dear daughter."

"It's crystal wire."

What a broken name?

"You can make a new one." Oxite didn't care, she raised her leg and kicked it around: "You like it."

Rename it.

Mori Yuesa thought about it seriously.

"Old God Amethyst with Tassels Ancient Artifact."

Ochette: ...

_ (: 3 "∠) _

Cub, it's the mother's fault.

Your talent may have been wronged by me.

Oshit smiled stiffly, and skipped the topic without a trace: "The name is not important, is it?"

Mori Yuesha didn't care, she nodded and picked up the soda, biting the straw in small bites.

"Master Gu Yi said, will I still come to this world?"

"She opened up a new timeline for you. In return, you can come here a few more times." Oxite blinked: "Just come to visit me."

Oxite suddenly remembered something, sat up from the wind, and looked at Sen Yuesha seriously.

what's wrong?

"You're growing up, daughter."

Uncharacteristically, the old god looked carefully at his long-lost daughter.

In her sight, Mori Yuesha's skin was like broken glass, peeling and dissipating continuously in the distorted space, and then continued to regenerate and peel off.

The whole person seems to be reincarnated in a huge white light cocoon.

"That guy is sloppy, he really forgot."

Oxite reached out his hand a little annoyed, frowned, and touched Sen Yuesha's forehead.

"I don't want such a perfect soul and cheeks to have wrinkles and dirt."

"Now you can't do it...

So, let me be the first one. "

A wave of purity—yes, Sen Yuesha can feel that pure and intellectual power slowly flowing from her brain to her body, and the warm current flows through her blood vessels kindly...

A gust of wind passed through the palace, shaking the torches.

Suddenly the chirping of birds came to my ears.

The flowers are blooming.

In the void, mana trembled wildly!

Some kind of golden, very thick solid blood...was awakened in Sen Yuesha's body.

And the profiler, who couldn't be expanded at first, was finally activated.

So far, the word 'origin' has been added to the talent column.

[Original Talent: Son of the Old God]

[Ms. Dawn's child of Oshit. 】

【Ohit takes out a part of his body and mixes it with parts of other higher beings in the multiverse. 】

[After boiling over high heat, steaming over low heat, stir-frying and seasoning, a plate of delicious body and soul is out of the oven! 】

[Old God is the representative of madness and tranquility, and it is also called both intangible and tangible. 】