The Blood Hourglass

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He was still leaping up vigorously, but at this time he was already showing fatigue. I flew to his side, "You want to climb?"

"Yeah." He affirmed, "Why are you back? Didn't you say waiting for me at the top of the mountain?" He stopped, rested, and asked by the way.

"Is there a mountain top?" I asked with a cold smile.

"No?" He was disappointed.

"At least I haven't arrived yet!" I sighed.

"This..." He raised his head and looked up, just like when he looked up the previous moment, without trying his best. Finally, he shook his head, "Forget it, go on!"

"Give up?" I followed and fell slowly.

"No, but I believe that you can't climb the top of the mountain without eating enough." He smiled, spread his huge fleshy wings, and fell down the mountain like me.

"Huh! Maybe!" Looking back at the mountains next to him, maybe it has no roof at all.

When we fell to the ground, the two of them were already waiting there. He looked back at me in surprise when he saw them.

"Are you ready?" I met his gaze calmly, "It's about to begin."

"Who?" He understood, pointed at them, and asked.

"He's already played, let's replace him!" I pointed at Satreus without hesitation.

"He? Do you really choose him?" He pointed at Sartres in surprise, "He is much better than him! Not to mention you, even I and you together won't be his opponent! Although I don't I hope you win, but I don’t want you to die, after all, I know you here."

"Relax! I..."

"You kid, don't talk nonsense, who said he is better than me!" Before I finished speaking, the special man took an unpleasant step forward. "I have fought him ten times, and I didn't even tell once. Victory!"

"Really?" But he looked suspicious.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask him." As he said, the Temon turned to Saterius behind him, "Satress, tell me, am I wrong?"

"No." Sartres explained with a calm face.

"No way!" He still didn't believe it, but now they both said so, he couldn't help but he didn't believe it. In the end, he just turned to me, "You said you've beaten him just now, what was the result?"

"The result is that if the two of them are equally strong, then I will fight him and I will win!" I didn't hesitate.

"What? Little girl, no! Temple... Forget it, let the adults get it." Temon is really not used to speaking like Sutters in a regular manner, "My lord, don't think that your blow was just Won!"

"Oh? Didn't you win? Or lost?" I raised my jaw slightly and asked.

"Haha~ I only used half of my power just now, and now I am the real me." He said, suddenly all of his short black hair turned into silver hair, and he stood firmly.

"How is it? Now dare you say that you won me?" Seeing me silently, looking at him quietly, he smiled proudly.

"Luvian, I don't think so, don't fight, they are too strong! It's not something you can contend with, let's change the bet." He stepped closer to me and pushed me standing with his elbow.

"No need!" I turned my head and glanced at him, and smiled, as if comforting, and as if I was making up my mind. Looking back, facing the **** of war, "In this case, if I beat him, does it mean I won you?"

"You!" He was stunned, stayed for half a second, then laughed hahaha, and turned to Satreus, "I hear you! This lord is very confident! Why don't you compare them?"

"No!" Surprisingly, Satris denied everything we discussed without hesitation.

"Why?" Before I could speak, Temon jumped up, as if it was about his vital interests.

"Because she is our princess, if she is injured, then the person who hurt her will be punished with the crime of the clan." Satris is still the same calm, and there are few emotional fluctuations in him. So in my opinion, he is an angel, and he is stronger than the God of War before him.

"Your Royal Highness? Luvian, you..." The third generation stared at me in surprise, hoping that I would give an answer.

"I said it, they invited it, and the reason has been said, because I am strong!" Whether my identity will be revealed, it depends on my acting skills and his IQ at this time.

"Strong?" He has no opinion. It seems that the Luvian I played is better than him, but the God of War is very disdainful. "What's so strong, but a blood eye, Satris! Can you tell the Lord God? , The princess of my clan, why is one of them weaker than the other, Maritis is just a silver eye. It is good now, she turned out to be a blood eye. If all the people in heaven know this, she might laugh like something."

"You have already fought with him, do you think she is weak?" Sartres stared at each other solemnly, without joking at all.

"Weak...That's not the case. After all, someone who can fight with me for so long is at least stronger than those silver eyes, but she is not qualified to be the position of the Lord God! Not to mention others, my first One refuses to accept it." Temon made a rebellious sentence.

"Then if I say, she might be better than you?" There was no flicker in Satrese's eyes.

"No? Others don't understand me, don't you know me? In this heaven, the one who can win me is yours except the main god." Temon laughed wildly, and the laughter was deafening.

"That was before!" Sartres's tone was very affirmative.

"I don't believe it!" Temon replied very positively, "unless it is more common"

"You know, if I didn't make a move just now, you would have already lost!" Sartres declared.

"You know it's just me who is sealed." Temon argued.

"How can you be sure that it is not the sealed princess?" Sartres's voice was not heavy, but his words were not light, Temon was momentarily dumb, turned his head and looked at me, "You too..."

"Satress!" When they said that there was none, I awakened her from the depths of my soul and went back to the depths by myself, and she didn't have much interest in these things, "Go!"

"No! I can't do it with the princess." Satresi refused again.

"Do you think that I am inferior to you and will be hurt by you?" "I" asked coldly.

"I..." Sartres had nothing to say, because everything was wrong.

"If not, then let's start!" "I" jumped back tens of meters, "You want to hurt me, it's hard!"

"But..." Sartres hesitated, whether to step forward.

"This is an order!" "I" waved the knife forward, facing him, "He doesn't know, you should know that you can't hurt me."

"You..." When Temon was about to protest, Satresi's gaze swept away, and he immediately changed his taste, "My lord, what do you mean by this? He is with you every day, of course he knows you better than me! "

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him.

"But the blood clotting poison on you, Your Royal Highness, has not been solved. If you do it now, it is likely to cause uncertain damage to your body, and I am your servant, so I must not do anything harmful to you." Teris is like that, sometimes it makes people angry.

"If I prove that the blood coagulant poison on my body has been automatically resolved, is that all right?" "I" stepped back.

"Yes!"

"Then confirm it now."

"Yes!" he said, "please ask your Royal Highness to follow me to see Lord Farham!"

"Yeah." "I" nodded, and at the same time aroused me in my heart, "Next, you will come! I don't know if you want to continue your game."

"Yeah." In response, we changed positions again, and then turned to the third generation who still didn't understand the triangle relationship between me and Sartres. "It seems that the competition needs to be postponed."

"Are you...really okay?" As a result, he frowned, took a step back, and looked at me up and down.

"It's okay! The competition may be the next time." I became a little serious, "However, before the competition, don't forget what you should do."

"Don't worry, since I agreed, of course I will do it, but you..." He said, looking at Sartres and the others, "Really going with them?"

"Yeah." I didn't expect that he was worried about me. Could it be that Luvian has a relationship with him?

"Oh! Maybe you are different." He shook his head, "Although there is never any affection among the nobles, but Sister Sekerus is very kind to us, so neither Lake nor I want her daughter to have trouble. , You... be careful yourself."

"..." I nodded, turned around and walked towards the path of the past, and Satris and the others naturally followed me away.

As I walked, I was still thinking about that Sekerus, her daughter, and Lake, analyzing the relationship between them, hoping that next time I played this Luvian, it would be more natural and realistic.

"Temon, why did you follow?" Sartres looked at the following Temon, somewhat surprised.

"Who said I was following you, I just stopped by to see that old fellow Farham and see if he woke up my men." Temon denied.

"Then you don't need to go." Satris didn't welcome him with him.

"why?"

"Because I just came from there, I can tell you that none of them wake up."

"I didn't wake up? Then I went to ask the old guy when they would wake up. I'm short of manpower now, so I can't keep them asleep like this." But Temon had to go with him. He said one reason. One.

"You..." Sartres looked cold.

"Could it be that you can only go to him, and I can't go?" Temon was confident.

"You can go!" I replied, "If it's to see me and his test, then just say it straight."

"You..." He was taken aback, but he didn't expect me to clarify, "Your lord is so smart, you deserve to be the next Lord God."

"Yeah." One is aggressive, the other is quiet, with the two of them following behind him, it's hard to get a good life, and I helplessly breathe in my heart.

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