The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"happy!"

Shitana nodded vigorously, her face filled with unfading joy.

After hunting down the Dark Caller, she played around in Ivora's hunting ground for a while, and killed two additional fourth-level monsters. She even encountered a fifth-level giant turtle. Our fearless Miss Hitana bravely punched it, but found that the turtle didn't even bother to pay attention to her, so she walked away angrily.

In short, Sitana, who had never had such a luxurious and perfect birthday, really had a great time.

"After being with Anser...I am happy every day, happier every day!"

Shitana's face turned red and she lowered her head slightly, as if she couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart. She wanted to kiss Ansel, but then she realized that her body was dirty, and her head froze in mid-air.

But Ansel simply held the back of her head and pressed the girl's pink and somewhat wild lips against his own.

"how?"

Anser let go of Xitana slightly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you dislike me?"

Hitana was stunned for a moment, then immediately hugged Ansher tightly.

Miss Wolf's skills had long been trained by Anser to be extremely proficient. To others, they seemed quite radical and blushing, but Xitana obviously didn't care about other people's opinions, not to mention...

What's more, there is only one "bystander" here.

Ming Furo's distress and loss of control originated from Marina's words, began with Ansel's test, and in Hitana's mouth, finally became the collapse of her self.

All the hesitation, doubt, repetition and consideration during this period of time all pointed to the result that she least wanted to see.

She had also thought that although Xitana could not deceive her, could it be that Anser deceived Xitana? Did Anser also take this into account?

But what was sad, ridiculous, and made Ming Fuluo's heart ache was that she believed that Ansher would not deceive Xitana.

Yes, even though in her eyes, Xitana must have been tamed by Anther after he had designed it, but the current Anther would never deceive Xitana.

——Ansir Hydra would not deceive the person he cared about and loved deeply for such an insignificant person like himself who had been abandoned.

Ming Fuluo could not escape from such a cold and cruel reality because she was too smart. When the facts were placed before her, the answers emerged out of her control.

The boy and girl in front of her seemed to be just releasing their desires, but they were also exchanging pure love that anyone could see. The truth was a bit dazzling. Although for Ming Fuluo, what was dazzling was not the love between Anser and Xitana, but that kind of... irreplaceable feeling.

Irreplaceable... a word that was once so close, but now seems so far away.

"Okay, if you really want it, let's talk about it when we get home tonight."

Anser held Xitana's waist, rested his forehead against hers, and chuckled, "It's up to you today."

"Uh-huh……"

Panting heavily, Hitana licked the corner of Ansher's mouth reluctantly. The heat and strength in her body were not consumed by the intense hunting activity just now, but instead became more and more intense.

She held Ansel's hand, and she was very affectionate, sticking to him like a puppy circling around its owner, with a silly smile on her face.

"After you rest for a while, you can go back to the village with Marina. I won't disturb you anymore."

Anser pinched Xitana's cheek: "But remember to come back on time at night, okay?"

"Know it!"

The girl happily kissed Anser again: "I really hope it can be like this every day."

"Hmm? If you want to, Sitana, that's not impossible."

"Ah...ah? No no no no...never mind it then."

Seeing that Anser seemed to be serious, Xitana shook her head vigorously: "No, no, I will become an idiot and useless person! I am, ahem! Anser's strongest contracted head...ah! Anser, look, this is the Abyss Caller! I have taken care of it!"

The loyal dog who had caught the prey happily took credit: "This guy is hard to deal with, but he is still no match for me, hehehehe!"

Anser looked at the translucent jellyfish corpse in Xitana's hand and said with a smile: "I know what Xitana can do. How can a low-level Ming Caller be your opponent?"

"Hehe...well, it's not entirely my credit. Ming Fuluo also helped me. Ming Fuluo... Ming Fuluo?"

"……I am here."

"What are you standing there in a daze for?" Xitana looked at the petite warlock who was lifted up by him with one hand not far away with some confusion. "You are quite capable. That 'zizizi' 'biubiubiu' thing... well, it looks quite useful."

The affirmation from Xitana did not make Ming Fuluo feel any joy. She just nodded numbly, but still stood there, as if she had no idea what to do.

What should she do? What should she do next? Is she useless? Xitana's game is over, and she seems to have passed Anser's test? Will Anser let her stay and give her more tests, or will he just continue his humiliation and revenge? And what should I do, and how should I respond?

"Let's go, Sitana."

Anser said gently, "Go back and ask Marina to help you dress up so that your father, mother and friends can see a brand new Xitana."

"Um...oh." Xitana nodded. Seeing that Ansher seemed to have no intention of mentioning Ming Furo, she turned back to look at the motionless and silent woman.

She suddenly thought of the question Ming Fuluo had asked her before, and the words Ansel had said to her that night.

Within the plan... The horror of fate made Xitana understand that not everything would be within Ansher's plan, and Ansher was forcing herself to do something, so after meeting Ming Furo, she always felt a sense of déjà vu from this cold and rational woman.

Xitana actually had no idea what Ansor thought of Ming Furo, but she felt that Ansor should... not want to push Ming Furo into destruction.

So, Xitana tugged at Anser's clothes and asked softly, "Well, Anser, where is Ming Fuluo?"

"..." The young Hydra raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head to look at the lonely doll lady, and said casually with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Sorry, Luo, I almost forgot about you... Come with us, let's go to the manor and take a rest first. You must be tired running around inside with Xitana."

If it were in the past, Ming Furo would have already developed a hostile mentality in her heart and would have rejected Ansel without thinking.

But now she looked into Ansel's eyes, those sea-blue, bottomless eyes... She only took one look and lost the courage to continue looking at him.

Fear, Ming Fuluo felt... fear.

Everything Anser did was so interconnected. When he declared that he would push Ming Furo into the abyss of rationality, Ming Furo had to choose to pick up her emotions as much as possible. But when she got used to her emotional fluctuations, she quickly faced the judgment brought down by Anser.

——Things between you and me are no longer the same as they used to be.

Even so, Ansher did not explain the reason. He did not tell Ming Fuluo what he had endured. He just used actions to demonstrate his words.

Ming Furo didn't dare to look into Ansel's eyes. Any emotion that might be contained in those eyes - gentleness, tolerance, indifference... were not acceptable to her. The most ridiculous thing was that the only emotion she could accept seemed to be... hatred.

Now the only thing that made Ming Furo feel less cold and stiff seemed to be the hidden hatred and anger coming from Ansher.

But... would Anser be that kind of person?

"okay, I get it."

Everything, in the end, can only be summed up in this one sentence, an empty and powerless response.

Mingflora Zeg seemed to have really turned into a puppet, at the mercy of Ansher.

She followed the boy and girl who were snuggling together, mechanically maintaining a distance between them.

Whenever it seemed like it was getting closer, Ming Furo would freeze for a moment before following.

Miss Doll, who thought that there was nothing else in her life except her ideals, felt that kind of distance from another level.

Even in Ming Furo's eyes, no matter how unrealistic and distant the ideals she upholds are, she has the determination and confidence to realize them.

But now, right in front of her eyes...

It is true, out of reach.

*

In the empty hall, Ivora, sitting on the throne, leaned his head to the side, staring expressionlessly at the scene on the screen.

Her conversation with Anser outside the hunting ground was of course just a show. After all, they had to act like they were hostile to each other at all times. Otherwise, no matter how domineering and willful Ivora, who had been helped by Anser several times in a row, would not continue to speak ill of Hitana.

But...some true words are spoken when we are just pretending.

"You've obviously become fascinating enough...how did you become this unpleasant?"

The tyrannical future empress whispered softly, and the inaction and tenderness on that handsome face on the screen made her feel sick.

As a human being, Ivora has the most abundant and normal emotions among the Gods. Although his desire for Anser, or rather... his desire for his offspring, overrides everything else, in Ivora's eyes, Anser is already the best candidate for a husband in the world.

As someone who had watched Anser grow up and was extremely familiar with his talent, gifts, and charm, Ivora had no expectations of any male other than Anser.

As it should be, although Ansher is a good person, she is so arrogant that she certainly hopes that Ansher can become the person she likes the most.

As Anser grew up, Ivora gradually saw the ego and arrogance that an Old God should have in him. He was completely different from when he was young.

Even Ivora, who now regarded Ansem as her future husband, felt nauseous at the thought of young Hydra.

"Sure enough...it has something to do with his parents."

The woman murmured in annoyance: "Raising his own son to be a 'normal person'? I really don't know what Flamel was thinking. Is it fun to destroy his own heir?"

"I finally waited for Anser to awaken himself, but now..."

Her gaze was fixed on that silly and cute smiling face, and her eyes that seemed to be burning with blood flames were filled with undisguised murderous intent.

"This is the price you have to pay for your folly, Flamel...your son actually fell in love with such a fool and exposed his weakness in this way."

Ivora sneered: "Without your ridiculous and absurd education, how could he fall into such a situation?"

"In that case, the fragile equality between Hydra and Feasting Flame will end starting with me, love... hehe, you will regret having such a weak thing, Anser."

She waved her hand, and the light curtain dissipated in the air. At the same time, a dark figure suddenly appeared in the hall.

"Why?" The eldest princess said lazily, "I found the information."

"Yes, please have a look."

The man knelt on one knee and presented a fluorescent scroll in both hands. Ivora raised her finger and lightly hooked it, and the scroll appeared in her palm.

Ivora was a man of action, and after Anser gave her advice, she sent people to investigate the cause of Erion's death.

It's more like... looking through materials than an investigation. Although the death of the great alchemist remains an unsolved mystery until now, in the eyes of Shengyan, who controls everything in the empire, it is just a recorded story, um... a small story used for entertainment after dinner.

Ivola opened the scroll and began to read the news about Erion's death. As her eyes quickly scanned the essential records on the scroll, her expression gradually became more interesting, and the corners of her mouth kept rising, so that at the end... she actually laughed out loud.

“Hahahaha…hahahahaha! Zeg…Zerg! It turns out that your family is such clowns. Funny, so funny!”

The princess on the throne laughed out loud with great joy: "Is this what you are chasing? I am already looking forward to your expression after you learn the truth. Ah... that devil Anser is also waiting for this moment."

The excited and twisted smile on Ivora's face became even more blazing. "In this way, you can completely destroy everything about your little doll, and then completely control it. In the process, you didn't deliberately do anything to push it. You can even say that you don't know how Erion died. Anyway, all of this is the little doll's own pursuit and its own choice... Wonderful, really wonderful!"

The woman exhaled a hot and lustful breath, and with a wave of her hand, she wrapped the person who brought the information in blood flames and sent him to an unknown place. She simply lifted the hem of her split long skirt, sat on the throne, raised her snow-white neck, closed her eyes, and began to excitedly imagine the scene of the devil kneeling in front of her and licking her hard.

"I really...love your viciousness, Ansel...ah..."

Ivola's voice became trembling and intermittent, and as the fantasy scene became more intense, her movements became more frantic.

"Very good... You are indeed the type I like deep down. Let me help you. I also want to appreciate your little doll... the look of despair and collapse."

*

Although it is also a hall, this hall is completely different from the simply magnificent palace in Ivora.

Status, identity, authority, and most importantly, power.

"The above... is all for this experiment."

Su Silun knelt on the ground with her forehead pressed against the ground and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mother Queen, I failed to complete your order."

"…That kind of thing doesn't matter. I didn't expect you to succeed in the first place."

From the eternal flames came the aged voice of Effisand: "Abyss Caller... Humph, the continuation gained by relying on that thing is not even as good as death. I just reused the things Flamel sent me."

Her voice inexplicably became higher: "Besides, I have already found what I need."

"...In that case, Su Silun congratulates the Mother Queen."

Although she didn't know what Efesand had obtained, Suslen responded immediately.

"So, what about the other mission?" asked the old emperor.

Yes, in addition to the superficial tasks of training the Ming Callers and destroying Ivora's hunting grounds, Susilun... has another mission.

"As you requested, I have been observing Miss Lance."

Su Silun replied respectfully: "I also used the alchemical tools you gave me, and finally I was able to confirm that she did not have any traces of the abyss."

Su Silun didn't know why Efesand gave her such a task for no apparent reason, but she knew that it was not something she should figure out.

"……No?"

The sound coming from the source flame became a little softer.

Suslun felt something was wrong, but she could only bite the bullet and answer, "Yes, no... Apart from the corrosion that must be shared by Hydra due to the connection with Qi Shou, there is no trace of any infection from the abyss."

"No...how could it be...how could it be that there is no!"

A hoarse roar of extreme rage came from the fire, and Su Silun's delicate skin was instantly burned, and then her skin was torn apart, which was extremely horrifying.