Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Oh! You're this beautiful lady's boyfriend, right? Sorry... I just didn't remember."

"Whether I am or not, you can't just touch her."

Yan Huan stood in front of Xia Die: "Otherwise, you'll die!"

"I understand, I understand..." Paris nodded reluctantly; he didn't want to be beaten to death by Yan Huan.

"I beg you, please escort me back to Ohmma, okay? Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to come with you."

"What use are you to us?" Yan Huan frowned.

"We're heading to Suspended Peak City. If you're not afraid of being killed by the Heavenly Punishment soldiers, then come on over."

"Then kill me!" Paris stretched his neck towards Yan Huan and pointed at it, saying:

"Then I'll splatter my blood on you, so you'll never forget it for the rest of your life."

"..." Yan Huan blinked, unsure of what to say.

"Dude, guess if I went blind when there was that big fight here just now?"

"If I were really that bad at mental fortitude, I wouldn't have stood around watching."

"..." Paris pursed his lips, it seemed to make sense.

Suddenly, he discovered the blind spot.

When Yan Huan rescued him from Suspended Peak City, Paris assumed he was on Ohm's side.

But during the fierce battle between the two sides just now, I didn't see this guy helping the Ohma people.

Which side is he on?

They're still clamoring to go to Suspended Peak City. What would they do there at this time? It can't be to attend a festival, can it?

Paris was somewhat confused about Yan Huan's true stance.

He didn't understand the other person's purpose, so he couldn't address the problem effectively or say what the other person wanted to hear.

"Damn it, think quickly... what is it that he cares about?!" Paris cried out in his heart.

Life or death hangs in the balance at this moment!

He cared neither for the lives of the Ohmans nor the lives of the Suspended Peakers, shuttling back and forth between the two cities...

"Wait a minute, he actually prefers Ohma a little more, right?"

Paris raised an eyebrow.

Speaking of which, this guy showed no mercy to the Scourge soldiers in Suspended Peak, but he never attacked the Ohmans.

He was essentially on the side of Ohma, but for some reason, he didn't help the Ohma people fight and just watched them die.

This suggests that... the other party may hold a very high position and be accustomed to sacrifice?

In Ohma, the only ones with high status are the Senate and the Golden Descendants.

"..."

"Heroes, if you escort me back, I will tell you a secret about the Golden Blood!"

Paris looked at Yan Huan with a serious expression.

"It's about Aglaia, you'll definitely be interested, buddy."

"?"

"Aglaia? What do you know?" Yan Huan narrowed her eyes, looking Paris up and down, clearly disbelieving.

With his level of talent, how could he possibly have any connection with Aglaia?

"You don't believe me?" Upon seeing this, Paris took out a spindle with thick gold thread wrapped around it.

“This is Meneta’s golden thread, and Aglaia is the demigod who succeeded Meneta as the next god, she…”

“This thread doesn’t show any energy fluctuations.” Yan Huan said expressionlessly. “So, it’s just ordinary silk thread dyed gold.”

"How is this possible?!" Paris's eyes widened.

“You said last time that this was given to you by Oenone.” Yan Huan looked at him quietly.

"Do you think that what the elders give you is necessarily a good thing?"

"Even if this really is Aglaia's gold thread, I have no interest in it."

"She'll send me one herself if I want it."

"What?" Realizing that Yan Huan had a close relationship with the Golden Descendants, Pariston was immediately stumped.

What should I do?!

"..."

"Wait!" Suddenly, he remembered something.

I vaguely remember that the reason this guy sent me back to Ohm was out of curiosity.

In other words, he found it quite bizarre that he was dating the Godslayer!

Is there any way to rekindle his interest?

When faced with life-or-death situations, the human brain's thinking speed also increases.

In less than three breaths, Paris's gaze became fervent.

"I...I really want to kiss, entwine, and become one with the Black Tide monster!"

"?"

Chapter 1250 Twisted Creatures

Although Xia Die found it a bit strange, she still followed the two of them.

"Hey kid, what do Black Tide creatures look like?"

Yan Huan stood behind Paris, full of curiosity.

To be honest, he had never actually seen a Black Tide monster before, and had been stubbornly fighting against the Heavenly Punishment Familiars all this time.

"Actually, we can wait until we get back, and I'll take you to see it," Xia Die reminded her.

"No, no, no, miss, we have it right here, don't we?"

Paris, who was walking at the front, opened the door, revealing a completely dark interior.

"Don't tell anyone, okay? I found this place by chance. Let's keep it hidden."

This was once a vassal state of Ohma, but now it is in ruins.

This hut is located in the forest on the south side of the vassal state.

The torch illuminated Paris's face as he walked towards the two men, saying:

"I only managed to hide here by chance while I was escaping, but I never expected to discover the Black Tide monster that was bound."

"At that moment, I was completely terrified."

"But when I realized it couldn't hurt me, I gradually mustered up my courage and discovered that she was originally a beautiful human woman."

"?" Yan Huan followed behind, somewhat puzzled.

"How did you find out?"

"Haha, it seems you really haven't seen the Black Tide creatures before, hero."

Paris smiled smugly.

"To be honest, the Black Tide monsters are actually normal creatures that have been mutated by pollution."

"Human shape, horse shape, bird shape..."

"At that time, I only glanced at her figure and knew that the monster must have been a beautiful girl in life."

"You are truly brave."

As Yan Huan passed through the narrow tunnel, she smelled a pungent odor.

The taste was somewhat similar to the various medicines in Ruan Mei's laboratory.

"We're here! It's just ahead!"

In the darkness, only the sound of three footsteps could be heard.

Paris pushed open the door and lit the torches on the wall with his own torch, gradually brightening the space.

A pitch-black monster, bound to a cross in shackles, its head resembling a bewitching, blooming black flower bud.

Such a twisted creature quickly caught Yan Huan's attention.

"Hmm? She does have a unique appearance!"

Seemingly hearing human voices, the black monster slowly raised its head and uttered a hoarse whisper.

'@**……&##。'

Can't understand.

"Beautiful girl, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Paris approached the monster with practiced ease, and the tenderness in his eyes seemed genuine.

He stroked the black monster's face, looking incredibly affectionate.

"Look at this graceful figure, you must have been a beauty in your life."

"Try to remember, remember me."

"Huh? You knew her before?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know him, but saying this will at least have some effect.” Paris turned around and smiled smugly.

"That's what it's written in those storybooks. As long as you say that, anyone will start to doubt themselves."

"This is also a good way to comfort someone."