The woman under the thin quilt was beautiful. Among the won Lin Baici knew, she could easily be in the top three. But to the gods, looks didn’t matter, since they didn’t rely on their appearance to survive.
Gurgle!
Lin Baici’s stomach roared intensely, spasming from the kind of hunger that felt like it had lasted an entire Little Ice Age, making him almost want to rush over and swallow the woman whole.
Gulp!
Lin Baici swallowed a mouthful of saliva,
Feeling embarrassed.
It seed like he was craving the bodies of Suzuka Momoka and the Dragon Princess.
San Miyairi glanced at Lin Baici, sensing his concern, and couldn’t help but smile.
"Don’t worry, Momoka won’t hurt !"
After saying this, San Miyairi let go of Lin Baici’s hand and quickly walked over to Suzuka Momoka, kneeling down and staring at her.
Suzuka Momoka dared not et her friend’s gaze, lowering her head.
"Look at !"
San Miyairi grasped Suzuka Momoka’s shoulders.
"You shouldn’t have co!"
Suzuka Momoka pursed her lips.
"I don’t want to hear a call one day saying you’re dead!"
San Miyairi roared, "You have always been wise and rational, why do sothing like this?"
San Miyairi was smart to begin with. All the sporadic conversations she had with Suzuka Momoka made her suspect, and now hearing this ’you shouldn’t have co,’ she was sure that Dragon Palace Island God Ruins was caused by her friend.
"I had no choice!"
Suzuka Momoka smiled bitterly.
"You could have discussed with !"
"Discuss what?"
Suzuka Momoka retorted, "She’s dying. Can you save her? Or make Tachibana Chihitomi give up on her and allow us to leave together?"
"..."
San Miyairi fell silent.
She was just Dayao’s Snow Princess, and although she had so status, it couldn’t compare to those big shots. Her words carried no weight, not even in front of monk lord Tachibana Chihitomi, let alone in front of the powerful elders.
If not for the protection of Suzuka Momoka, San Miyairi would have been either toyed with by those elders or beco a sex slave for so great man.
A civilian-born San Miyairi, even after becoming a God Hunter, still had little choice.
Because deep-rooted hierarchies remained in this circle.
Serving those great people was seen as a disgrace by San Miyairi, while the great people considered it a reward for her to serve them, sothing she should be grateful for.
"Eri, if I were to be alone in the future, I have to take good care of myself!"
Suzuka Momoka smiled, finally daring to look her friend in the eye.
Hearing these words like a final farewell, San Miyairi felt anguished: "There must be another way!"
She was agitated and her mind was in chaos, so she instinctively looked at Lin Baici.
"Is he the husband you chose?"
Suzuka Momoka also turned to study Lin Baici: "Tall, handso, and charming, he suits you well!"
"Your children would definitely be exceptionally beautiful!"
Suzuka Momoka envied her.
"He isn’t!"
San Miyairi replied irritably.
"Huh?"
Suzuka Momoka was stunned: "He isn’t?"
How could that be!
Dragon Palace Island is Dayao’s forbidden zone, and after being polluted into God’s ruins, it’s terrifying.
Anyone willing to risk their life to accompany San Miyairi in was definitely in a close relationship.
"He..."
San Miyairi originally wanted to say he had too many romantic entanglents, several girlfriends, but the words stuck in her throat.
Suzuka Momoka disliked womanizers, afraid she might lash out and hurt Lord Lin.
"Love has no reason, no right or wrong!"
Suzuka Momoka laughed, rubbing San Miyairi’s cheek with her thumb: "If you like him, go for it."
"Don’t waste your best years!"
"Don’t worry about , what are you planning?"
Suzuka Momoka glanced at the Dragon Princess nearby.
She had seen this woman before, full of pressure, surprising that she now lay there like a vegetable.
But that’s just the surface; if sothing really happened, even a god in a vegetative state could make soone at Dragon Level die with regret.
"She’s dying!"
Suzuka Momoka turned back, gazing at the god lying on the bed.
Lin Baici saw sadness in this woman’s eyes, carrying an air of deathly stillness.
She seed utterly hopeless, like she might commit suicide at any mont.
"You’ve said that twice already!"
San Miyairi disliked seeing Suzuka Momoka like this: "How could a god die?"
"Why wouldn’t they die?"
Suzuka Momoka countered: "Otherwise, where did God’s bones co from?"
"Weren’t they already dead before descending?"
San Miyairi questioned, how could re humans kill gods.
"Gods can die!"
Suzuka Momoka smiled bitterly: "Think about what Tachibana Chihitomi did to her before!"
San Miyairi’s face turned unpleasant, obviously recalling bad mories, but still focusing on persuasion.
"Momoka, everyone inevitably dies, if she dies, will you accompany her in burial?"
San Miyairi saw through her friend’s thoughts: "Living happily with a fulfilling life is her greatest wish!"
Suzuka Momoka shook her head.
"If she wants you to accompany her in death, then she doesn’t love you!"
San Miyairi felt numb.
"No, I’m willing!"
Suzuka Momoka sweetly smiled, her face showing mories as she clearly recalled those happy tis together with the Dragon Princess.
San Miyairi couldn’t bear it any longer, shouting: "I think your mind has been polluted!"
She almost lifted her hand, ready to slap Suzuka Momoka awake, but in the end, couldn’t bring herself to.
"Momoka, don’t be like this!"
San Miyairi held Suzuka Momoka’s cheeks, pleading and crying, persuading her: "You’re my only friend, don’t leave !"
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