The whole world wants to kill me

The maker of the sacred objects is a beautiful goddess. She went to various planes to look for heroic spirits with regrets in her heart. Only when the heroic spirits signed a contract with her could they learn her real name, Lianfu.

Hou Yi's wish is to find his wife and ask about the situation back then.

She was disdainful in her heart, and she was a man who couldn't do without his wife, that's all she wanted.

She gave Hou Yi a sacred object and told him all the rules.

Thinking of Houyi's wife, Lianfu went to find the peerless beauty who became ill due to longing, and agreed to Lianfu without hesitation when he heard about Houyi's news.

She met him again, and the encounter that she thought was out of reach finally came.

Lianfu watched the beauty commit suicide, and after signing a contract with her, Lianfu gave her the holy object and accepted her as a heroic spirit.

Lian Fu once again sighed speechlessly, it's been a long time, this couple is a pair of loving bitches, they will love even if they die.

This time the sacred object war must find seven heroic spirits, and two of them have been prepared.

Lian Fu continued to search.

After death, Paracelsus turned into a soul, guarding the grave of his lover every day, but he was a complete lover.

The great alchemist wanted to help his lover resurrect, and developed the forbidden power of the Philosopher's Stone, which completely angered the rules of this plane.

Lianfu sighed, why are there people showing affection everywhere?It's not enough for men and women to show their affection. Is it the men's turn to show their affection?

Lian Fu put away the exaggerated expression on her face, and appeared from the air to restore her paralyzed face. She found the reincarnation of Paracelsus' lover from the present world.

Paracelsus looked deeply at the phantom cast by Lianfu: "He is Aiwen."

Lian Fu seduced: "As long as you promise, you can be together."

Paracelsus agreed without hesitation.

Lian Fu applauded secretly, the third contract was obtained.

Lian Fu smiled softly. She came to the plane of the Three Kingdoms and found the dead Zhao Yun, a loyal hero who made her feel a little respect.

Zhao Yun looked down at the restored youthful body: "Goddess?"

The lotus float floated in the air: "What wish do you have that has not been fulfilled?"

Zhao Yun knelt down on one knee towards Lian Fu: "I want to truly pledge my allegiance to Ah Man once."

Lian Fu complained speechlessly, your allegiance this time is a lifetime limit, she nodded: "As long as you sign a contract to win the war, you will get the chance to make a wish, and then you can go back to the time when you didn't pledge allegiance to anyone. "

Lian Fu went to see Arthur, the king of knights was resting in the garden of the goddess, with a smile that was no less than sunshine on his handsome face.

Arthur opened his eyes: "Goddess, she seems to like me very much, and will choose me to participate in every war."

Lian Fu nodded: "You are the monarch I love the most."

Arthur smiled nonchalantly: "The greater the ability, the more responsibility one takes."

Arthur smiled. This time, his wish was to go back to the moment when he first drew out the Sword in the Stone. He wanted to see if he would still be willing to shoulder these responsibilities in the future.

Lian Fu left.

The choice of the berserker is to choose a future genetic soldier. Anyway, the berserker always exists like cannon fodder, and Lian Fu doesn't want to think about it anymore.

Just as Lianfu wanted to summon the seventh heroic spirit, but was forcibly interrupted by an unknown force, Lianfu sensed that the seven heroic spirits were complete, and the sacred object that reacted violently met the summoning of the real world.

This battle of fate started earlier than she expected.

Lian Fu squinted her eyes, that's all, anyway, the power of these heroic spirits to kill each other can continue to provide her with eternal life.

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