Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

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The girl with red eyes was carrying a purse and kicked off her high heels like a drunk. After Noguchi Tadashi picked it up, he followed behind with a worried look on his face.

"Aoi-sama..."

"Father...Father..." the girl murmured, crying as she walked. Her tearful face and shaky posture made her look even more fragile, and her almond-shaped eyes were already a little swollen.

"Aoi-sama?"

Tojo Aoi pushed away Noguchi Tadashi who was trying to support her, got off the elevator sobbing, unlocked the car, and threw herself into the passenger seat.

The man quickly followed.

boom.

The car door is closed.

Noguchi Tadashi frowned: "What happened?"

The woman still ignored him, and her tears dripped onto her legs and the seat like broken strings. She hugged her arms and sobbed in pain, and muttered Tojo Tamsuke's name in a hoarse voice.

Her hair was messed up by herself, and her black eye makeup was a little scattered after rubbing the corners of her eyes.

"Father…"

He shouted hoarsely and covered his face, urging Noguchi Tadashi to drive faster.

She wants to rest.

"Father…"

“My father has cancer…”

The street lights flashed across the driver and co-pilot seats, and they gradually moved away from the Tojo Group's building, following the flowing traffic, entering the dark tunnel, and winding onto the winding bridge.

pat.

With swollen eyes, the short-haired woman simply pressed the signal jammer in her hand.

Noguchi Tadashi turned his head in surprise.

——The messy short hair was slowly and methodically smoothed by slender fingers, and the bangs on the forehead were swept evenly.

Cross your legs, open your cigarette box and light it up.

suck.

call…

White smoke filled the enclosed space.

In the milky white mist, the pair of eyes that Noguchi Tadashi was so familiar with finally revealed a playful look.

This was the Aoi Tojo she knew.

"Aoi-sama..."

Tojo Aoi sneered while holding a cigarette, looking at the night scene flashing outside the window, and said: "The rivalry between father and daughter, the smell of rotten fish. How boring."

What happened? Noguchi Tadashi wondered.

"I just want to confirm one thing..." Tojo Aoi pressed against the glass. After acting for a long time, she almost understood Tojo Tansuke's purpose.

——Although the probability of her ability being effective on the other person is very low given the level difference between her and Tojo Tsumusuke, but who can blame her "smart" father for being willing to say so much...

——The more you speak, the more times she judges you.

There is always a "lie" that pops up.

However, the confident Tojo still believed that her "ability" was "to recognize lies after physical contact" and the "price" was "inability to lie", so that in the office, men always sat far away...

In case his daughter hugs him 'excitedly'?

Ah.

These days, the outspokenness is still effective.

"He will definitely attack Mori Yuesa again. Then... it will probably be me." Tojo Aoi raised her eyebrows at Noguchi Tadashi's worried look: "It doesn't matter... Noguchi, it doesn't matter now."

When she and her men arrived, the garden was empty. A tattered fashion bag was hidden under the bench.

Mori Yuesha, or the people around her, have a "super-order" level of existence.

Interesting.

"Withdraw the personnel protecting Mori Yuesa and only keep the monitoring team." Tojo Aoi rubbed the corner of her lips with her index finger. In the cold and silent carriage, the moonlight made the short-haired girl's profile hazy.

Her hoarse and low voice was like a rusted anchor that had been sunk in the sea for ten thousand years. After it was raised to the surface, the story that had long been silent in the darkness came to an end.

"Mori Yuesha doesn't need my protection."

"Turn your attention to my dear father."

"Hi."

Chapter 69 Differences

"Yuan, you will lose Mori Yuesha if you do this."

In the dark void without light, a pale flame suddenly lit up. The woman's white thighs were raised on the armrest of the throne. She leaned against the throne piled with colorful cushions. In the indescribable color blocks, she was bored and picked up the gorgeous gems inlaid on the armrest.

The long bright purple hair shines.

White flames burned brightly from beneath the throne.

"Lost?" Another voice sounded younger. "Oshtur, did we have an agreement?"

Oshit narrowed his eyes, holding the sapphire that had just been taken from the throne nonchalantly, throwing it up and catching it again: "I have no intention of breaking the agreement. I am just curious about the consequences of your actions, the consequences of forced awakening..."

Click.

The dazzling and expensive gem shattered in the palm of his hand, and blue crystal quicksand fell along the palm of his fist like sand rain.

"Do you particularly like making her bleed?"

"Ilúvatar should know this," a low laugh came from the darkness, "This is the path she must take."

A woman holding a huge book half a person's height was hiding in the dark green gauze. She stopped writing and turned her head blankly, with words appearing above her head.

'? '

"My daughter, it will be troublesome."

'I just want to watch.'

'Stick it.'

"That's why I really hate this stuff of your Outer Gods." Osit looked at the black, rotten abyss like fog with a smile, and a sharp white and gold light tore through the darkness from behind the goddess!

The shining purple hair moved without wind, and circles of dazzling light forced back the rotten black fog, burning like a demise, lighting up the boundless darkness like God creating the world!

However, the voice in the black fog remained stubborn. The strong stench of decay penetrated the light and condensed into strands of black and red tentacles. The slippery and sticky void crawled in the boundless universe...

Oshit stood up suddenly with a sneer. Her back was split open by a dazzling platinum color. Behind the split universe was another dazzling universe!

The Sword of Vishanti!

The huge, shining sword blade blocked out the sky and the sun, and pale flames that seemed to destroy the world were wrapped around the sword. Any creature in front of it would feel its own insignificance!

"Oshit," the pus and blood formed some kind of organ. In the torn wound, the bulging egg beds beat like dark yellow hearts: "You are deceiving yourself... Your daughter is not what you think..."

The flames that tore apart the pus and blood spread across the entire dark universe. They condensed in the blink of an eye, and then chopped down straight before the eyes closed!

boo.

Silent silence.

A huge hoof-shaped object stepped into the void, with endless tentacles and suction cups burning and sucking. The dark red sticky color on one side was clearly distinguished from the platinum color on the other side. The two collided violently and fought each other!

The goddess's bright purple hair fluttered: "I have protected my universe for billions of years. My daughter should also ascend to the multiverse in the same way!"

However, his passionate words were only met with mocking sneers.

"She is twisted, Oshit. You don't understand what kind of evil monster we have created - I am liberating her and letting her see her true self..."

"Shut up!"

The platinum-colored light was pushed back by the spreading tentacles. The swallowing mouths were covered with mucus, greedily and excitedly devouring all the visible light...

Snapped.

The two energies that were fighting each other in the silent silence were easily stilled.

Ilúvatar put down his pen heavily, interrupting the confrontation between the two sides. The god wearing a veil turned his head expressionlessly.

——The small bubbles above his head were popping up.

This means that He is not in a good mood.

'We make recommendations, we give options...'

'Can't interfere.'

"This is the original agreement. Oshit, the Source participated in the creation, and He is qualified to let Mori Tsukisa awaken her part..."

"My daughter is already crazy enough—" the goddess frowned and retorted, but was interrupted by Ilúvatar holding a pen.

'She is "our" daughter.'

When you raise your finger, colorful panels will appear on your fingertips. Unlike the text above your head, these panels contain long conversations - a cross-universe chat room created by a certain writer, Miss Creator.

What are everyone’s opinions?

"Your Majesty Shen Jing: I want to see the stickers."

"The fortune-teller who wants to be a mother: I want to see the stickers."

"Pralaya doesn't want to sleep: I want to watch some stickers."

Oshit: ...

Who doesn’t want to see who is fat?

The brilliance converges.

The god who sat back on the throne snapped his fingers with a cold face. A pale crack opened and then shrank, and his figure disappeared into the dark void.

After Osit left, Ilúvatar finally turned sideways and faced the disordered mist. At this time, the rolling dark color bared its fangs, showing its dissatisfaction and anger to Him.

'Creation, without error.'

'But, it was unexpected.'

The rolling black mist echoed with sarcasm: "Only you hypocritical gods would be surprised... How about it? Seeing that your offspring is not what you thought she was, do you decide to deny her existence? Or, do you push the responsibility onto me who participated in her creation?"

The bubbles disappeared for a while.

'I will convince Osit.'

'I, we, don't care.'

'But be careful, or you'll suffer the consequences.'

As the creator of the entire universe, Ilúvatar glanced at the black mist calmly, expressing his position. He had no objection to the black mist's actions, as long as the result was good.

Will the result be good?

This is an indescribable and vague way of stimulating Mori Yuesha.

What will she do...?

'Order, or chaos.'

'Planeswalkers, Outer Gods, Old Gods...'

'Good, Neutral, Evil...'

'If she cannot surpass her creator...'

'All of this will be meaningless.'