Angel blood has the power to suppress curses?!
That epic-grade potion was actually made by the Matriarch using her own blood?!
Lynn's gaze fell upon the Bound Angel's exposed neck, covered in bloody marks. It was like an invitation to a vampire, yet damnably imbued with an indescribable, heart-pounding allure.
But the expression on the Matriarch's face was so holy.
This filled Lynn with a profoundly wicked sense of sacrilege.
"Isn't this a bit too offensive?"
Lynn coughed.
The Bound Angel frowned, displeased. "Do you want to draw the blood, put it in a cup, and then have you drink it?"
Lynn's face flushed red.
The Bound Angel shook her head, a faint glow emanating from her eyes. She took a breath, rolled her eyes slightly, and said,
"Don't let your thoughts wander. You're too green. I have no interest in you."
"It's just that you're too weak right now. If you rashly swallow my blood, it's highly likely my blood would purify you down to your bone dust before it even suppressed your curse. So I need to control and adjust it. Understand now?"
Lynn (￣▽￣)ﾉ said, "You should have said so earlier! If you'd said that, I wouldn't have had any psychological burden! Otherwise, people might get strange, lewd misunderstandings again."
A big "╬" popped up on the Bound Angel's head.
Lynn stood up with a calm expression.
He strode over to sit before the Bound Angel's radiance, adjusted his monocle, and said seriously,
"Matriarch, my apologies. Please bear with it a little, and try not to cry out."
Bound Angel: "???"
Lynn focused his mind and spirit. Then, before the Bound Angel who had her eyes closed and was clenching her fists so hard they creaked with anger, he reached out towards her cheek.
He gently brushed her smooth, pale golden hair behind her ear, revealing her fair, scar-covered neck.
The Bound Angel also closed her eyes and cooperatively turned her face to the side.
From Lynn's angle, her skin looked as flawless as white jade refracting light. And because of the tattered state of her gown, he could even clearly see her collarbone.
Lynn suppressed the ripples in his heart.
He gently grasped her shoulders, also closed his eyes, and slowly leaned in towards her neck.
Just like a vampire.
Lynn's lips covered the scar on her neck. An indescribable sensation instantly washed over him, and he could clearly feel the Matriarch's body tremble slightly.
But Lynn quickly suppressed the sacrilegious thoughts in his mind.
A gentle bite.
Lynn suddenly felt a gentle stream of blood flow into his mouth, which then rapidly transford into a boundless, violent surge of Holy Power, rushing into every part of his body.
Lynn's pupils instantly dilated.
And at almost the sa mont, he released his suppression of the Crying Clown curse.
In that instant.
Accompanied by waves of insane, terrifying laughter mixed with sobs, Lynn clearly felt the curse surge wildly within his brain.
His vision blurred almost imdiately.
In that dazed field of view, his eyes suddenly beca filled with mockery and mirth.
The hand that had been gently gripping the Bound Angel's shoulder instantly tightened with force, while his other hand actually dared to offensively grab the back of her head.
As if driven by intense sacrilege, he began frantically sucking the blood from her neck.
It was desire!
An intense, nearly uncontrollable desire!
"The curse!"
The Bound Angel narrowed her eyes sharply.
But she wasn't angry at Lynn's uncontrolled offense.
Under her control, strands of golden blood spread through every ridian in his body at an unimaginable speed, then surged towards his brain.
Golden patterns also began to appear one after another all over Lynn's body.
Like a believer bathed in Holy Light.
And the very next mont.
Those dense golden patterns, like vines, gradually crept up his face and spread into his eyes.
His pupils abruptly dilated.
Faintly, deep within his pupils, one could see what seed like an Evil Ghost shrieking miserably.
Countless threads, like chains, frantically wrapped around the phantom within his pupils, then were nailed down and suppressed bit by bit.
And the next mont.
Lynn's mind suddenly cleared, and that intense desire was instantly suppressed.
[Ding! You have received the effect of Angel's Blood. The Crying Clown has been suppressed. Current duration: approximately 15 days.]
Along with the System's prompt.
Lynn suddenly began panting heavily. The sweat on his body actually soaked his clothes, and he slumped powerlessly onto the Bound Angel's shoulder.
"It is indeed a high-level curse, but it's still far from reaching Root-level."
The Bound Angel turned her head, a slight smile curling her lips.
"It's fine now. It should last about half a month. This way, your Curse Purge ability can also be freed up."
Lynn panted, frowning. "But I didn't expect the curse's influence to hit so violently this ti. And it felt different from last ti. I almost..."
The Bound Angel said slowly, "This is a curse that amplifies the Negative Emotions in your heart. What it amplified just now was the desire in your heart."
Lynn jolted.
He frowned. "Lust?!"
The Bound Angel closed her eyes. "Yes."
Lynn's body stiffened on the spot.
The Bound Angel, eyes still closed, said, "So, can you let go now? You're holding too tightly."
Only then did Lynn realize that because of the curse's sudden trigger, he had practically sacrilegiously clamped the Matriarch within his arms. Not only was it highly improper, he could even clearly feel what was pressed tightly against his chest...
Lynn instantly retreated, quickly letting go and putting distance between himself and the Matriarch.
Then his gaze fell with extre awkwardness on the Bound Angel's neck. He saw the skin around her wounds was flushed red, and he could vaguely make out a clear set of teeth marks there...
Sacrilege! Utter sacrilege!
Lynn's heart pounded like a war drum.
The Matriarch is a Twelve-Winged Sacred Angel! And he, under the curse's influence, had dared to do such a thing to her so wantonly!
If this were any other world, he'd definitely be headed for the Burning at the Stake.
"Matriarch, I'm sorry, I didn't an to just now..." Lynn was so embarrassed he didn't even know how to explain.
However, the Bound Angel wasn't angry. Her face still maintained its holy expression as she shook her head.
"The curse amplified the Devil within your heart. Don't dwell on it. Even gods have desires, let alone humans. But there is one point you must pay attention to."
Her expression turned serious as she looked deeply at Lynn.
"I just observed the operational principle of that curse. Its trigger depends on the Negative Emotions in your heart at that mont. And once, before you overco it, whenever there's an opportunity, it will influence you."
"Last ti, I heard from Raven that what you displayed was extre confusion and Self. At that ti, you were probably too deeply convinced of your own diagnostic abilities, which gave the curse an opening."
"And this ti..."
Lynn's expression grew grave.
Lust.
If it were ordinary influence, he might not be afraid.
But if sothing like Lust truly overwheld his consciousness, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Because if it flared up, he might very well cause a terrifying impact on the girls around him.
If he stayed by the Matriarch's side, it would be fine.
Because the Matriarch could suppress the curse within him.
But what if he was with Little One? Or with Alice? Or perhaps the Blood-Robed Madam...
Lynn knew.
They certainly had the ability to subdue him, but given their personalities, whether they would actually subdue him was another matter entirely...
And most importantly.
There are also those two Little Girls!
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