The Divine Power of Comprehensive Comics

The goddess standing in front of the window spoke calmly, but her voice seemed to have the power to captivate people, making it difficult to calm down.

Ota, the leader of [Freya Familia] who could not calm down, looked at the black-haired boy who walked into the room with some caution.

"Lady Freya..."

Before Ota finished speaking, Freya waved her hand.

He understood immediately, and after bowing, he left the room.

"Could it be that you came here specifically to pledge your allegiance?"

What was meant as a joke was met with a response.

"Indeed, I intend to be loyal."

Freya's eyes widened slightly and she quickly turned around to look.

Compared with the previous long-distance observation, they were now no more than ten meters away from each other. In her eyes, the dazzling souls were like the scenery of a large wheat field swaying in the autumn breeze.

While Freya was observing Xia Qing, Xia Qing was naturally observing her as well.

The goddess who appeared in the field of vision was particularly outstanding among the beautiful gods.

Compared with other gods, it is slightly better.

Delicate, fair skin reminiscent of fresh snow.

The slender limbs are delicate and delicate, and just sliding through the air is enough to enchant people's hearts.

Once you look directly at the small and tender buttocks and the slim waist above them, you may lose your senses.

The dress embroidered with gold threads has an open chest, and the breasts, which are tightly wrapped under a piece of fabric, have an impressive weight and beautiful shape. Perhaps it is too hot, and they are dyed as pink as cherry blossoms.

With her flawless figure, it’s as if the concept of the golden ratio came from her.

The long and slender eyelashes are beautiful, the pair of phoenix eyes are ethereal and refined, and the appearance is as awe-inspiring as a spiritual light.

Such unparalleled beauty can even be described as peerless.

Freya, the "god who makes beauty sink", stood in front of the window with her silver hair swaying.

"[Ishtar Familia], I want to overthrow them. Although it's okay to go alone, it's a pity that the goddess's charm ability is too annoying."

Xia Qing said.

When Freya heard this, a touching smile appeared on her face.

"Aren't you afraid that I will "charm" you now?"

"Wouldn't it be boring if we really did that?"

Xia Qing asked rhetorically.

The corners of Meishen's lips raised and she continued.

"Hmph~ Do you think this little bargaining chip is enough for me to start a war with [Ishtar Familia]? Are you too naive?"

"Of course it's more than just that. This war is not only justified, but also kills two birds with one stone."

Xia Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

Chapter 82: Men are loyal, women sing (3/4)

Xia Qing spread his hands and said relaxedly.

"If the locker of destiny is two spaces below you and only two spaces apart, should you chase or dodge? Should you deceive yourself or give it a try? Anyway, you will be the one who makes a lot of money in the end, right?"

"Ah……"

Freya covered her mouth and chuckled.

"It's really interesting. What makes you so hostile to [Ishtar Familia]?"

Xia Qing said in a serious tone.

"It's fate."

Doesn’t it make people feel angry that a story destined to be tragic is allowed to continue despite the ability to change?

"When will you be loyal to me?"

Freya licked the corner of her mouth, and a biting light flashed in her eyes. She didn't think Xia Qing was lying.

No one can lie before the gods without being discovered.

"Just give me a month, and I will withdraw from [Loki Familia] by then. How about that?"

"very good."

Freya, who didn't think Xia Qing could escape, agreed.

After a while, Xia Qing left [Freya Familia] first and headed to Happy Street.

After Xia Qing left, in the room illuminated by the orange magic stone light, Freya said to Ota, the leader of the clan, who walked into the room.

"Remember to keep an eye on his movements when the battle begins."

"yes."

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An hour later, the two factions, who were already having a feud, were ignited by a fuse and started a war.

Happy Street seemed to have transformed into Abi Hell, surrounded by screams.

In the streets filled with exotic charm, many houses had their walls destroyed or were dilapidated due to the impact of explosions.

Flower Street was not spared, and was filled with the remnants of magic everywhere.

The green cherry blossoms on the street were swaying in the scattered sparks, and there were no people in the surrounding streets. Only the shrews whose weapons were broken and fell to the ground silently were left there.

Even now, the screams of the prostitutes and the roars of the stubborn resisters are still heard.

The sounds of fighting coming from Happy Street gradually began to gather in the center of the third block, the heroine's temple of prostitution.

The interior of the palace was dominated by the sounds of slashing and blood splattering.

"Let, let me go...!?"